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pieroulette · 10 months

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🌕𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐔𝐍É 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 「𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑」

🌕luné : let's hold our hands together and keep shining luminously with our moonlight rays even in the darkest night !

🎙️: "have you ever wonder what's going inside a luné's mind as they thumbed through &TEAM tags? to summarise it in one expression, it's this -> (⁠╯⁠°⁠□⁠°⁠）⁠╯!!

yes our dear audience, a never ending series of sighing, screeching, bawling in a safe amount of despair. yet do not be frightened! here it is, a dedicated luné community for the sole purpose of reviving and creating a waterfall of contents such as fics and more (interactions) for our boys &TEAM in this dry corner of hellsite!"

♡♡ ~ writers! (✒️) ・readers! (📖)・ creators! (💻)

🌘 𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑺:

📖✒️ @talesofyuan (lol yes me certified kei delulu)

📖 @/ourbooanon<3 (fuma bias)

📖 @blehblehbleh20122007

📖 @twilight-valkyrie

📖 @yumastoof

🌓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐔𝐍É CREATORS:

✒️ @fumasthicc

✒️ @byunejoo

✒️ @momobani

✒️ @turnipfizzle

✒️ @nicholasluvbot

✒️ @roseangelxfuma

💻 @kutiee

💻 @spasmodicmuse

✒️ @keikeu

✒️ @sseastar

✒️ @joojeans

✒️ @nichoswag

✒️ @kthecutest

♡ this list will constantly get updated!

♡ tags are always open for lunés who wanna be moots/anons! just send me an ask/comment and I'll add you! let's remember and keep interacting w each other (no pressure tho), share our silly imagines and thoughts of our boys :3, be delulu sometimes? (it's good for our health), and raise a whole ass library of &TEAM contents here for us and for future baby lunés 😚🤝

so lunés assemble?! 🏃‍♀️💨

🔖 : #lunécommunity ! #lunéinteractions !

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pieroulette · 11 months

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aaah yess thank you!!! can i request yandere andteam reacting to you trying to poison them? putting too much salt/pepper, sauce, etc! i don't know if you're ready to write yandere for andteam, tell me if that makes you uncomfortable.. i hope you're having a good day!!!

「 YANDERE! &TEAM REACTION TO YOU TRYING TO POISON THEM 」

WARNING yandere, poisoning, attempted murder, profanity.

AUTHOR'S NOTE yeepiee let the empire of &team fics rise upon the top of the pinnacle lmao. requests r always open for &TEAM (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ also this is my first time trying out a reaction lol, tbh I had fun and I hope this turn out well for you anon.

“Ha, darling.” Kei crouched before your helpless form on the ground, a pathetic scene after being yanked by him. “What’s this?” his hand clutches the bottle he caught you pouring it in minutes ago. Yet he didn’t say anything, he even waited for you to serve it before him—with that grin splattered on his face, you didn’t even have a tad bit of regret.

You just wanted to be free. Free, that’s all you've ever wanted.

However, he’s too cruel, too cruel. Just why won’t he die?

“Trying to murder me? How cute.”

Your dark orbs rattling in terror yet glaring up to him cause him to chuckle, yet even those oh so innocence on his plump lips ceases to exist, tugging your hand up making you stand up on your feet. “Tell me, who brainwashed you to do this? Would it make you happy if I’m dead in front of you, love?”

“Yes! I want you dead! You– you freaking m-monster,” stuttering as you saw his eyes darkened even more, yet you don’t care, proceeding with the words you’re going to say. “I’d be so happy to see you fucking lifeless, just so I can be free!”

A menacing silence of terror consumes the space you two were in.

“Well then, too bad.” He leans in forward, a few inches close to your face. “I’d be so happy to see you limping through the floor, just so you can no longer be free. I wouldn’t mind.”

FUMA

His face contorted into rage, ultimately pushing your feet backwards in attempts to avoid his hysterical form at the table, smashing the plates and utensils—it’s broken pieces scattered all on the red carpet. You were beyond terrified, Fuma has never acted like this. Even when he threw you in the basement for the first time, he was gentle and caring, even when you spat insults at him—he was patient.

This was the first time.

“I’ve done nothing but be kind to you,” Fuma snapped his rattling orbs, red veins popping around his neck, his once properly brushed hair now messy to no return. “Yet this is what you repay me?”

“Fuck, babe. How about we have dinner together then?”

“No- no!” you screamed at him as he got a spoonful of rice, approaching you.

“I thought you wanted me to die so bad? Then join me, we could feast as long as we want in hell, darling!”

YUMA

A hum so delighted as he placed the spoon on the tip of his tongue, but as desperate as you were to see him chew it and consume it. Long finger grabbed ahold of your jaw, and your orbs rattled in beyond horror as he pushed his lips against you, forcing your mouth to open and the beads of rice blended into your wet flesh.

You fell on your knees, splayed fingers clutching your mouth trying to get the poisonous dish off your esophagus.

A sheer giggle emits from the male standing beside you, hands grabbing a fistful of your hair—forcing your face to meet those psychotic gaze.

“I can see you want me to eat it, so I was thinking that it would be nice to share it with you too.”

NICHOLAS

“Pfft.” a menacing giggle emitted from the older boy, causing your arms to snap in fear after he dropped the rice-filled spoon onto the table. “Can’t you be any more dense?”

“See, guess I haven’t taught you enough under there? Tell me. I would be happier to spend more time with you.”

Glint of a blade flashed through your eyes causing you to squint almost immediately, horror splattered on your face as he twirls it around his fingers. Sadistic is what you call him, Nicholas lives on in your pain regardless of how much he says he cares for you. Grabbing the Polaroid camera, he did—as he approached you in a leisure manner.

You shook your head as you trembled before him, unable to utter anything to save your life.

A fit of laughter emits from Nicholas, as he crouched before you. "Babe, you're the reason why my head—" he tapped his fingers against his forehead, "Isn't functioning anymore. All it thinks about is you... crying actually."

"Now, say cheese."

He went hysterical of it, throwing you off the chair and yet immediately apologised like crazy. Constantly repeating how sorry he was for hurting you and stuff which immediately guilted you, like what the actual fuck?

“I get it that you want to kill me, but could you atleast give me the chance before you try to do so?” his teared up orbs held so much affection in it as he rubs your arm gently.

It threw you off, “I-i…”

“Next time, I’ll make sure to let you go. Just please, give me a chance. Give me time, if you still don’t like me then I'll let you go.”

You didn’t utter anything, only nodding over how desperate he was and how bliss replaced his contorted expressions in a swift speed as he pulled you in a tight embrace. Yet oblivious you were as the boy in your arms, smirking to himself. Sure, he was beyond pissed over your bold actions but how could he destroy his hard-earned innocent image? Yes he kidnapped you, restrained you against your wishes but it was because you were so oblivious.

His teary doe eyes fell on the floor, meticulously calculating the next step of his plan.

“I could’ve saluted you if you tried harder, you know.”

“What?” you bit your lip against the peering of the male sitting on the couch, the bowl of soup left unattended on top of the table. His slouching back facing you, however his voice laced with something you couldn’t comprehend only fuels the shivering on your hands as you tried to stop it.

Jo stood up in silence, turning over his shoulder where a gentle smile remained on his lips—approaching you ever so slowly, holding the plate on his other hand. “Did you put something in here?”

“W-what do you mean?” you lowered your eyes, avoiding his dark orbs. “Why does it taste salty? If you want, I can—”

“Nothing, it’s just nice. But I think that maybe, we could let someone have this.” Jo’s lips pulled up menacingly. “Let them have the soup you made, that’s how kind I am, right?”

HARUA

Harua stayed silent as he chewed, ultimately spitting it off to your utter horror. You could only observe as his heavy dark gaze fixated on you as he wiped his stained lips off with the white cloth as gently as possible—as if his initial reactions weren’t scary enough.. Quiet he was, but the dread consuming you had your knees tremble as an unnerving giggle emits from him, hissing at last.

“I-I’m sorry-”

“I don’t need your sorry.” He spat out, eyes widening and eyebrows raising in mockery. “I’ve given you enough chances, I guess you are just an ungrateful brat.”

“Do you think I'm dumb enough not to see how fucking excited you were to see me eat it?” Harua lifted his finger up to his lower up, pouting like a child. "I got to admit, though. That look, absolutely looks wonderful.

"However, do you think you can hold that look as I break your arms apart? You wouldn't need it anymore anyways, right?"

TAKI

“Say,” Taki turns his attention to you, chewing supposedly a dish you've poisoned. "How about you beg before I count to three?"

That alone was enough for your chair to screech against the floor, falling on your knees. "I- I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!"

"Tsk, tsk. How foolish, are we, princess?" Your face received a harsh blow against the cold wooden floor, a stark contrast from his gentle voice. "I don't think begging is enough—"

Whimpering as you clutched your stinging cheeks from the impact.

Ogling his eyes out akin to a madness spiralling out from it, "You should at least show me how sorry you are by letting me carve my name on you, atleast?"

MAKI

“It tastes so good, I wonder what you put in it!” exclaimed Maki, a grin so wide and bright that it made your stomach churned. You felt sick around him, his puppy vibes.

"I- I just added some extra spices, you know..—" you waited in desperation for the poison to kick in, searching for the signs on his face.

Then came a giggle from the boy himself, "What are you so intently waiting for? If you're waiting for me to die then it's game over."

You found your tongue tied immediately when you caught on to what Maki uttered out loud. Yet despite that, that wide grin never ceases to exist.

"Cause love," that huge grin on his face only grew menacingly wider—yet those fluttering eyelashes lifted it's veil off the pitch black orbs peering into your soul. "It's on your food."

You hold your mouth as soon as he uttered those words, trying to vomit it all out. However the boy hummed in delight, placing his chin on his hands. "It's a joke, darling."

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