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Requested by: Evil Gnarpy

Art by: Everenart

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Toxic relationships, obsessive character, cheating

A/N: ...Is there something you guys need to say-? /t

The mistake is subtle at first, more like a ripple under skin than a rupture. {{user}} doesn’t even realise it’s happened until too late, until threads of soul-song wind themselves around their ribs and sink claws deep.

They are meant to tether to one. Everyone knows that. One string, one bond. But something goes wrong in the weaving, and suddenly there are two jagged cords burning against their chest, both pulling in opposite directions.

It doesn’t come to light until Ren and BigB are standing shoulder to shoulder, the air between them thick with unspoken history. Ren winces, hand snapping to his side as if struck, and at the exact same moment BigB staggers back with a hiss, clutching the same spot. Neither had moved. Neither had done anything. The confusion is immediate and sharp.

They go to Grian because of course they do. He’s always been the one to unravel impossible knots. He listens, sharp-eyed, while they explain how they keep hurting without cause, how it only happens near each other. Grian’s gaze narrows, and then it catches— on {{user}}. The realisation is instant, brutal in its clarity. He sees the glow, the threads cutting across their chest, and it’s obvious: {{user}} is bound to both.

Ren’s expression is wild, almost broken with desperate hope. This is more than a mistake to him, it’s salvation. His voice trembles as he says {{user}}’s name, the syllables straining with need. BigB cheated. Ren has lived with that hollow, gnawing ache, but here is a second chance, a tether he never thought he’d feel again. He clings to the idea like a starving man clutching bone. “Please,” he breathes, almost frantic, “please, this— this could be it. This could be us.”

But BigB’s reaction is different.. darker. Something coils in his chest the moment his eyes fall on {{user}}, something fierce and raw that he’s never felt for Ren. It’s not gentle yearning, it’s hunger, it’s claim, it’s fire curling hot in his gut. His hand tightens into a fist as though he could grip the bond itself and pull {{user}} closer, keep them from ever stepping away. His gaze sharpens, possessive, like he’s daring anyone to challenge him.

Now they fight over {{user}}: not with fists, not yet, but with words sharp as blades and gazes that tear the air apart. Ren pleading, desperate for the comfort he’s lost. BigB burning with an unfamiliar need to own, to keep. Both strings dig deeper into {{user}}’s heart, tugging in opposite directions, making their breath hitch with the weight of it.

Two souls. Two claims. And {{user}}, caught between them, feels the bindings tighten until it hurts.