#Ben forget me nots.

[big1ron]

not to be insane but like

[lucylucius]

don't want no other shade of blue

but you 💙

[dailymothanon]

I saw this in a vision okay… so u see I had to… make up whatever you will with it I suppose 🤔 I like how most of alaska’s state symbols were chosen by children too, it’s cute and nice and considerate u.u plus they had taste

Boy caught LYIN 🫵 but its okay he just tryna be nice <3

Close up on the flowers cuz I did draw all of them individually and I would like you all to ponder the petals

[fayes-fics]

Breathe (In The Air)

Pariring: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, 1970s AU

Summary: A night camping out under the stars

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, recreational drug use (cannabis), body hair used in foreplay, vaginal fingering, blow job, woman on top, unprotected vaginal sex.

Word Count: 2.6k

Authors Note: Request fill for Anon (HERE) asking for a sequel to 1970s hippie Benedict, travelling around in his VW bus selling his artwork at music festivals. Sorry for the gif; there was nothing else that remotely fit. The original story is HERE. The title is a Pink Floyd song. Thanks as always to @colettebronte for the beta. I hope you enjoy Nonny. I do enjoy this AU ngl. <3

“What do you want from life?” 

You loll your head to the side to observe his handsome profile as he stares towards the dome of vibrant stars above.

“I have no idea,” you confess, turning to look skywards again, moonlight glowing through the swirl of smoke you exhale, your fingers toying with the tassels of the soft cotton blanket you both lay upon.

“I want adventure…” he declares, rubbing a hand over his bare midriff absentmindedly.

“Hmmm, that sounds wonderful,” you admit, handing him back the joint, that languid feeling enrobing your mind as the THC kicks in.

It's a temperate summer night, and you are lying together naked, tinny strains of music from a portable radio as you camp in a wildflower meadow en route to the next festival. After a series of magical nights with Ben in his VW bus at the last one, you couldn't resist when he offered for you to continue the journey onwards together. 

He takes a deep drag, the tip glowing like the campfire you are lying in front of, before placing it aside into a metal ashtray and rolling over so he hovers above you, warm skin upon yours.

“I am glad you are on this adventure with me,” he remarks with a lopsided grin, the captivating beauty of his face dancing in the firelight.

“Same.” you concur, reaching to touch the daisy chain buried in his halo of riotous curls, somehow the blooms looking more vibrant in the serene state you are slipping into.

His hand slides languorously down your body from your throat to your lower belly, mapping your fire-warmed skin before lacing his fingers into the downy hair at the apex of your thighs, stirring that nascent buzz between your legs.

“I think this beautiful garden needs some flowers,” he opines silkily, his fingers circling in the strands there, petting gently as his brow twitches into a tempting arch.

He leans over you and plucks a few forget-me-nots from the tall grass, carefully separating each bloom on your stomach. Then, delicately, he weaves each tiny flower into your small thatch of hair, a mild tickle as the stems brush over your skin, making you giggle quietly. He smiles softly, your eyes meeting, then both tracking down the plane of your body as he continues to work quietly, humming gently along to the music.

“There… perfect,” he pronounces proudly; a few moments later, 

It does indeed look pretty: bright blue tiny flowers that contrast strikingly with your hair and skin. 

“Even in this, you are an artist,” you quip blithely.

He smiles demurely through his lashes, shuffling lower and resting his head upon your diaphragm, his fingers tracing soothing patterns around your belly button, his breath puffing warm over your flesh. Allowing the jangle of electric guitar from the radio to fill your bones, your fingers run idly through his luscious locks as your mind floats like cotton in a breeze. The moment seems fleeting but everlasting all at once, profound but insignificant, being so small under the twinkling constellations above. It all coalesces into a sharp need to feel rooted in your body. So you draw your knees up and allow your legs to fall open—a blatant invitation. The apple of his cheek presses into your belly as he smirks knowingly without looking up at you, sensing your need without you needing to voice it, so in tune with your body and desires since the night you met.

“Every beautiful garden should have a sacred fountain…” he rumbles, fingertips spidering down again over the floral weave to tease your splayed inner thigh before sliding casually lower, parting your folds, exhaling roughly at the wet warmth he finds there.

You moan; the mellow cloud you float upon heightens the sensation rippling through your being as his fingers circle your clit, his warm lips suckling gently on your stomach as you writhe under his touch. His name is a sigh upon your lips, his movements unhurried but the perfect amount of pressure. He huffs sonorous praises into your belly as he forms a tighter circle over your swollen bud, moving faster now, your hands flying to the blanket, scrunching in your fists as your head rolls to one side, wanting to bite down upon something, the pleasure coursing through you amplified by your high. 

Whimpering as he slides his fingers lower, two breaching your body, desire thick and viscous dripping upon him as he pushes further in your pussy. The sensation of his knuckles dragging over your walls makes you gasp and call out, your body arching up off the blanket, a heavy throb in your abandoned clit. 

“Please, Ben…” you implore, greedy for more.

He shushes you and unfurls slightly, his fingers flexing inside you as he rearranges to press his whole body into your flank, his cock teasingly hard against your hip, using his free hand to haul one of your legs over his, pulled open to his attention now.

“Don't be impatient; we have all the time in the world,” he tuts sinfully, his lips hot on your throat, grazing the tip of his teeth lightly over your jugular. 

Your protesting mewl is cut short by his fingers twisting inside you, a dragging sensation that makes your eyes roll and your whole abdomen clench.

“I could do this for hours,” he confesses silkily, his breath hot on your temple. “I love the look on your face when I do this…”

He curls his fingers, a probing sensation that makes you groan and your face contort, your mouth now hanging open. He chuckles triumphantly before twisting his wrist again and beginning a rocking motion, wringing a sound from your body that, before you met him, you may have been ashamed of, but he lauds every time. Him murmuring how proud he is that he can do this to you.

But it is not quite enough to push you to the edge as fast as you are craving, more of a slow swirling ascent that has you lighthearted and with laboured breathing, your abdomen rippling as all your muscles tense and release in waves, as if willing your orgasm closer, an itch in your brain you need to scratch. It has you pleading with him to take pity, go a little faster, rougher, anything…

“Syncopate, sweet girl…” he purrs, “listen to the music, breathe in the air, float away with the universe…”

Each word is a lyrical wave tumbling from his lips in a rhythm that matches the movement of his fingers inside you. So you relax back, savouring the multisensory journey, allowing the flow to take you rather than chasing immediate pleasure. Something morphing in your body as you do so, a serenity that is bone-deep, riding the gentle waves of pleasure that lap at your edges while his fingers dance lightly upon your g-spot.

“That’s it….” he rumbles approvingly, intuiting your surrender.

He slips down to enclose your areola in his hot, wet mouth, once again causing a spike of pleasure that has you clenching upon his fingers and canting up. A firm hand on your solar plexus pushes you back down with a chuckle that vibrates your nipple, now firm under his tongue. And so he continues the slow, wondrous torture, swapping to your other breast.

You swear you can feel every blade of grass under your shoulders through the soft cotton weave, the energy of every star above you in the sky coursing through his touch deep inside, every note of the song playing reverberating under your skin. A high, so delicate but earthy, as if everything is turned up to eleven on a dial, tangy and bright, like popping candy throughout your entire being.

It's then he swipes his thumb over your engorged clit; you could swear a supernova fires in your synapses, the sensation all at once too much, and with a few flicks, you are clawing at the blanket and his skin, biting your lip, circling that phenomenal bliss.

This time, he doesn't relent, his lips sucking your neck as with a cry that you are sure startles every animal burrowed in the surrounding fields; you are breaking. Almost febrile, your entire being flushing hot, every muscle tensing, your pussy grasping his fingers to the point he growls, driving his stiff cock into your hip, precum smearing over your skin. Still, it’s something you barely sense, your entire focus pinpointed on the sensations coursing through your body.

At last, you fall back, exhausted and panting, feeling his fingers slip slowly from your body with a gush of moisture that leaks across your bottom. You turn your head to look at him, mind awash, unable to form words. His responding smile is smug, crooked and sheer debauchery, his fingers still wet with your arousal, tracing soothing patterns over your ribs as you come down.

“May I return the favour…?” you croak finally.

Before you know it, he is rolling onto his back next to you, an expectant, joyous look upon his face, eyes tracking pointedly to his navel as do yours. His cock standing proud and leaking slightly—a mouthwateringly inviting sight.

He howls, and his whole body flexes as instead of taking him in hand, you dive low and bring his cock into your mouth, so rigid and searing. That tart taste is strong on your tongue as you suckle upon his head, allowing your tongue to press against his frenulum in a cresting wave. He groans staccato, his pelvis tilts, unable to resist the urge to push a little deeper, one hand landing heavy in your hair, twining some strands between his fingers, an anchor he needs as you begin to bob up and down sucking hard, your cheeks hollowing.

The wash of your high enhancing every second, as if in tune with his body—the micro spasms rippling across the plane of his washboard stomach, the flutter of his long eyelashes, the blunt scrape of his rounded fingernails over your scalp, the pulse of his vein on your lips as you slowly allow him to pass through the tight ring of your mouth, teasing him as much as he did you.

You chuckle as he huffs as you pull away and instead lick the length of his shaft with a questing tongue, your hands encircling his base and squeezing softly, enjoying the handful he provides, watching a bead of precum form that you lavishly lick up. He groans again, his head thrashing upon the blanket, the delicate fronds of daisy petals scattering like confetti into his chestnut waves as he does so, his lip flushing magenta where his incisor worries it.

It makes you sit up and stare down upon him wantonly, so utterly beautiful in his untamed arousal. His eyes fly open, glassy and pleading in the campfire glow, pouting fractionally at the lack of your mouth upon his cock, your hand still pumping him gently. Instead, you swing a leg over his and, without a moment of hesitation, sink onto him, inhaling shudderingly at the invasion, your pussy still inflamed from your recent orgasm.

The look of absolute pleasure and reverence that claims his handsome features feels burned into your retinas as his hands fly to your hips, pushing you down flush to his body, his pubic hair tickling your distended slippery clit, his tip rocking into your hilt in a way that makes your eyes roll.

“Don't move, not yet, just feel…” he counsels, his eyes closing, licking his lips and encouraging you, with the flex of his fingers, to rotate your pelvis, to feel him drag against all your walls. 

And so you do, scratch your nails delicately down his abdominals as you stare out to the inky horizon where the navy sky meets the blackened outline of the hedgerows in the distance—again, letting the melodic song seep into your bones, feeling the heat from the dancing flames.

You lean back and arch your spine, placing your hands upon his kneecaps, his legs bending slightly to meet your grip. His hands roam upwards, over your belly and ribs, enclosing each of your breasts in his large grip, a beeline right to your core, already a live wire again, desire coursing in every fibre of your being. 

Then in a deliberate slow drag, you rise slowly before dropping swiftly, revelling in the way his cock pushes you open. A groan from deep inside your being a match to his—throaty, low, wrecked. You begin to set a languid pace, riding him, gripping his knees behind you and staring at the stars above, feeling as if they surround you, tiny lanterns floating just beyond your reach.

“Look at me,” his call is soft, unfocused, imploring, and you tilt down, your breasts squashed into his palms as your eyes meet, something profound in the glimmer you find in the dilated blackness.

Sex has never been this unrestrained before now. Being with him is liberating, wild and luxuriant every time, be it under the influence or not. But tonight, somehow greater than the previous, an inherently verdant setting, alone in the wilds on a balmy night, away from the crowds always in your periphery at the music festival. A large part of you wanting this to be your new forever—naked and feral, entwined together for a blur of future days and nights. A want to live a primitive life of base urges, to feast and to fuck, to be at one with the land, the seasons and the bounteous simplicity of nature.

Time feels elastic as your thighs start to burn from the exertion. Still, you do not stop, not for a moment, too caught up in the tide slowly rising once more and sensing the same in him. A growing desperation in the way his fingers dig into your flesh, in the wild beating of the prominent vein in his neck, in the rise of his hips to meet yours, spearing up as you bear down so it feels like there will always be the imprint of him inside you.

He calls your name, the callus where he holds his paintbrush catching perfectly over your clit as his fingers quest between your legs, hooking you with unerring precision. Catapulting you fast towards a dizzying high again, his movements growing urgent, his jaw tight, so close to breaking. It is barely a moment before you snap again, stilling upon him as you scream with abandon, fluttering around his rigid cock. He groans loudly and, with a few final jerky spasms, comes hard, his toes curling over, his ropey thighs turning rock solid under your bottom as he fills you, a symphony of praise falling from his lips, some not even in English.

And then you are slumping on top of him, his smooth chest tacky under your cheek as you gulp for air, the rustle of the breeze through the nearby trees and the hiss and pop of the logs upon the campfire the only sounds now, the radio falling silent, likely needing new batteries. He slips from your body as you curl your hands around his biceps and snuggle upon him. His long, lean arms wrap around your torso, enveloping you within the large blanket you were lying upon and dropping a kiss upon your dewy brow.

“We can bathe tomorrow in the river,” he hums gently into your hairline.

You nod drowsily, the pull of sleep too beguiling to resist. And that is how you drift off, resting atop him, his heartbeat strong and steady under your ear, the burbling sounds of nature encircling you.

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[starguardianniom]

Billy and Lighter

I love their dynamic so much.

Freaking Lighter of all people sees Billy as his worthy rival.

Ngl but I legit think it's because Billy is the only one he can fight without being afraid of passing out.

Given Lighter faints at the sight of blood and that Billy is an android, if Billy gets hurt he will probably leak oil, but no blood, which is perfect for Lighter.

I honestly, half-seriously thinks that's the sole reason Lighter considers Billy is rival, because he won't risk embarassing himself if he manages to hurt Billy while fighting as Billy has no blood for him to faint to.

But he also does respect him given he thinks highly of him and actually likes him like a brother too.

They playfully tease one another but you can also clearly see that Lighter has a high opinion of Billy and is also happy for him to have found happiness somewhere else too, and that's so wholesome, my heart.

I was pratically screaming of joy in my head the entire time yesterday when I speedrun the chapter (I had the day off lucky me so I used it to clear out chapter 4 entirely yeah!).

I took so many pictures, will upload them this weekend, now I need to go do that certification exam to get my people to level 50, given I need to level up pretty much everyone I have right now (Billy, Anby, Nicole, Corin, Soukaku, Ben, Anton, Seth, Jane and Lucy are the characters I currently have the game refuses me Piper and just sended me a lil army of Corins, Anby and Soukaku, now I have Anby and Soukaku to M4 and Corin to M3, though it gave me Billy M2 and Seth M2 thank god) I'll be at it for a while.

But honestly I expected Lighter to be a bit more mean toward Billy and feeling superior to him but it seems like I was worried for nothing, Lighter loves Billy and Billy loves him back, though I'm pretty sure Billy also thinks that he wasn't able to escape Lighter entirely given he now has Anby around. XD Lighter keeps forgetting things and Anby keeps forgetting the line between fiction and reality, I imagine Billy must be used to Anby because he had to spend half his time reminding Lighter of stuff all the time. XD

I swear Billy had it better than Lighter back then, given he was the Champion that means he was the strongest of the Sons of Calydon, which means he's stronger than Big Daddy, and Big Daddy is most likely the one who raised and taught Caesar how to fight, so if she didn't get the title of Champion back then, then Billy was most likely strong enough to beat her too and Big Daddy. But then he left. But he also got to meet Lighter before that, but Lighter is weaker than Caesar but still has the title for some reason, so it's a bit murky there as to why they needed 2 champions.

I think Billy wanted to leave or something happened that made him leave and then Big Daddy brought in Lighter to pick up his title but Billy sticked around long enough to make sure Lighter was up for the job given they have a good brotherly friendly rivalry relationship together so once Billy thought Lighter was ready he gave him his title and left. And then Caesar got to be the new boss of the Sons of Calydon when Big Daddy retired, and was strong enough that she was able to beat Lighter apparently.

But the title of Champion is basically being the number 2 of the gang, so if the leader isn't around it's most likely the champion calling the shots and making sure everything is alright and settling disputes and what nots, but since Lighter is pretty scatterbrained, most of the duties went to Lucy while Lighter is just now extra muscles, since Lucy is pretty much the one making sure everything is alright and being the brains of the Sons, but she clearly doesn't have the strenght to be the Champion because Lighter is the one with that title.

So I imagine Billy used to handle negotiations and relations and other stuff with Big Daddy before he left and probably used to be deadly efficient, in some parts of the story he is a lot more aware and shrewd than he presents himself most of the time, such as asking us about the H.D.D and asking why we'd bother to be proxies when we could have done so much more and get a much more lucrative job, or when he was ready to sell us out to PubSec to save the Cunning Hares and himself pointing out that the Cunning Hares could get their record cleaned if they reported a proxy, which was a very smart way of thinking given their situation back then. He is also knowledgeable about the Outer Ring, so he is way much smarter than he acts too.

I do feel like Billy is seen as a superior predecessor to Lighter and while Lighter doesn't resent Billy at all for it he also feels the need to prove himself to him in some way to live up to his "brother's" legacy.

Lucy probably didn't have much to do until Billy left and Big Daddy retired. Then she basically became the second half of the Champion title in the Sons of Calydon, being the brain to Lighter's brawn, but Billy before them had the title on his own to the point that he is still feared today by other people in the Outer Ring.

It does beg the question of what was Billy like back then, probably less happy and more brutal and having the mindset of a weapon maybe, but he was still cared for a lot.

I also like to think that Big Daddy called him Billy Kid because he honestly saw Billy as "his" kid when he bought him from a group of drifters, now I really want the whole story, if they release Big Daddy and Lighter, give them more content with Billy, I need more, Hoyo!

[little-forest-goblin]

Forget-me-nots

(In this Five x lila never happened. They only sibling bonded in that damned subway. also in this they didnt cease to exist and become marigolds they ended up going into a different timeline with none of there powers even existing)

Synopsis: After the cleanse everyone had ended up forgetting who they were in the messed up timelines and lived normal lives. But what happens when you remember your husband that doesn’t quite remember you.

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Well this is an interesting turn of events.

You always did feel like something was off. Like something was missing but now knowing you were right is quite freaky to say the least. As a kid you wondered why you had strange dreams. dreams of another life. When you were a kid you’d lay down in your little bed tucked in cozy and snug and look out the window at the stars and moon until you would sleep and then the odd dreams would start. You would always ask your mom about it but she would tell you that its your imagination and that its just dreams and nothing to worry about but every night its like you were in another world. You began to look forward to these dreams brushing your teeth and hopping into bed as quick as possible. There was one thing that kept you coming back. Him. The boy in your dreams. As you grew up he grew up with you in the dreams. You and him got closer in the dreams. When you were younger you found it odd that his name was a five hargreeves. like the number five. you asked him about it but he never did give a straight answer. Either way you and him had your fun pissing off the father in your dreams, reginald. You hated that man even though he was just in your dreams. You hated how he treated vanya(viktor) but you were powerless against his cruel gaze and sharp words.

Around when you turned 13 your dreams took a turn. You and five had crushes on each other and were together all the time. One day in your dreams at the dinner table everyone was eating and doing their own things. Reginald was at the head listening to the record, luther and allison where giving eachother goo goo eyes, klaus was probably rolling a joint under the table, vanya(viktor) ate quietly trying to avoid any scrutiny from reginald, diego was also silently eating and ben was casually reading. Suddenly five took his knife and stabbed it into the table. reginald looked at him “Number 5?” he said in that monotonous tone of disinterest and mild annoyance. “I have a question.” Reginald looked back down at his food “Knowledge is a admirable goal, but you know the tules no talking during mealtimes. You are interrupting Herr carlson” Five looked over at you and you gave him a look basically telling to ‘please tread lightly we both know how father is’ five smiled softly at you before looking back over at reginald with annoyance “I want to time travel” reginald shook his head softly using that damned tone “No” five was quick to answer “But im ready” he pushed out of his chair slowly making a light wood on tile scrape “I’ve been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said” to prove it he demonstrated said spatial jumps by appearing next to reginald at the head of the table “See?” reginald sighed and picked up his glass “A spatial jump is trivial when compared to the unknowns of time travel one is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn.” you silently looked and saw vanya(viktor) silently shaking her head telling him that its not a good idea to continue with this. you must’ve missed some of the conversation cause soon five over to you taking your hand and walking outside pushing open the gate and walking down the street. you were a little shook “Five, what are you doing?” you asked with concern. he didnt look at you and kept walking straight ahead. “We are going to time travel.” you were gonna protest saying what if reginald might be right which he of course countered saying that reginald was mean old bastard and that he doesnt know what he is talking about. You finally agreed and nervously but excitedly jumped with him. you were amazed by the things you saw. you looked around at what is the city but in a different time with a big smile. you laughed as you jumped again and he smiled at you with a small blush tinging his cheeks that you didn’t notice considering you were looking around eventually they jumped into the winter time. you gave a small yelp at the suddenness of the cold and laughed with him as he chuckled at your yelp and then you humped again and were plunged into a hellish landscape. the world destroyed. Fires that burned and raged on. Buildings crumpled and destroyed. dust and smoke lay thick in the air. “F-Five! what happened?! whats going on?!” you panicked and looked to him. he looked just as confused and worried as you “I-I dont know! hold on im getting us back home!” he tried to use his time traveling powers but it just didnt work his hands glowed blue ans crackled to life but it just wouldn’t work. you and him panicked and you and him ran back to what was once the academy. there you saw it crumpled and you saw him fall to his knee’s in shock and distraught. you came over to him and held him even though you were shaking and panicking yourself you tried to help him the best you could.

From that day on your dreams had changed significantly. Every night your dreams felt like years. you and him trapped in that apocalyptic hell surviving on what you can whether its bugs and rotten food. sickness and weariness. you both had each other and thats all that you needed. You and him grew closer in the dreams. Eventually when you were both around the age of 18 you and him officially dated. You and him together and your love uniting you two to be a surviving duo. Though you wished the situation was different but you are glad you could do it with him. you both even made a good friend named dolores. God she was great funny and had a kind heart and had sass to her. Eventually when you where both in your mid twenties you and him had been dating for 6 or 7 years you and him married. He had made matching wedding rings he had made for the metal scrap. it was beautiful and you said yes immediately. You and him were now Mr and Mrs hargreeves. Dolores was the biggest supporter of this happening. Now you wish you could say the dreams didn’t affect you in the waking world but oh they did. You felt wrong every time you had a boyfriend or girlfriend cause you felt like a married woman and hell you even caught yourself saying ‘me and my husband’ a few times which threw people off and you’d have to correct yourself apologizing and making up any excuse that fit. Either way you felt dirty and disloyal for dating so you stayed single and waited till night to be by your husband again.

Eventually at a certain point in the dreams you and him grew old and eventually the handler came along recruiting you and him into the commission to be assassins. He never stopped writing in that journal of his to help you and him leave this and go back home. Eventually you and him did it and got home and to summarize that apocalypse after apocalypse after apocalypse until you and him were older and he worked for the CIA and lila and diego and all that. Until one day everything clicked in place after a certain dream of being in the cleanse and letting the universe reset and it felt like your life now and the dreams collided into one being merging into you until you woke with a start with a remembrance of everything. Holy shit those aren’t dreams those are real. That was your life. Its like realization hit you like a truck. No wonder you never dreamed of anything else. No wonder you had trouble getting in relationships. No wonder something felt missing but felt right when in the dream.

For a while you fell into this depression missing your husband and missing being with and around him. Missing the small things and missing the shared moments whether it was comfortable silence. One day you were out getting coffee at a coffee shop cause you just needed something to wake you up before heading to work. you walked out the shop and accidentally bumped into someone. You paused and turned to them “Oh my god im so sorry!” the man turned to you and you felt goosebumps down your legs and spine. It was five your beloved husband. You stared in shock and he looked at you and fixed his suit “Its alright. I should’ve been more careful.” He seemed to avoid your eye as he fixed his suit not looking at you at all until he walked away without giving a glance. you stared dumbfounded as he walked and turned the corner. You stood for a moment considering following him but your rational thought told you thats a bad idea cause you’ll look like a creep but eventually the desperation got to you and you followed after him making sure to try and stay hidden. God you felt like a creep but you just needed to know.

Eventually you found he lived in an apartment building a few blocks from your own. why you never saw him? you don’t know. Either way when you got home you tried to figure out a way for him to maybe recognize you. Did he remember you? Did he also have what he thought were dreams? You thought for days until you got an idea and you rushed grabbing your purse and keys and headed out to your car.

~Fives POV~

Its been a few days. A few days and that strange woman wont leave my head. Its been tearing me apart. Who was she? why does she seem familiar? When she bumped me why did my skin tingle and alight like a fireplace having a lit match thrown in. For days now i’ve been sitting and pondering about her but i’ve tried in vain to make her leave my head. I’ve tried to distract myself to no avail. Its a Saturday afternoon and its oddly peaceful. Im making my normal cup of coffee though i should drink water. I can hear her in my head telling me to drink water instead of so much coffee all the time. I smile softly looking back at the dreams. I look at my ring finger seeing the ring i made in my dreams. I couldn’t bare to part with it i had to make it. I wanted her to be real and put that ring on her finger all over again but in the waking world. Suddenly a knock at the door interrupt my thoughts. I groan and went to the door. Who is here at this time of day? i look through the peephole seeing no one. odd. i open the chain lock and look around seeing nobody until i look to the floor and there laid a bouquet. Not just any bouquet its full of scorpion grasses or more commonly known as forget me nots. where did i read or learn about this? i have no clue. wait where did i learn this? I look at there blue color and then suddenly there’s a throb in my head and i remember something in my dreams. Forget me nots… the untouched field…his proposal…

With shaking hands i picked up the bouquet and looked at it gently feeling one of the petals. I remember that day like it was yesterday.

~in the “dream”~

The sun beat down on you and him. Thankfully there was a light breeze and they had gotten to a more rural area. countryside if you will. the years they spent here cause the plants to come back but in full force growing over things and vining up walls and over bricks and glass. You and him carefully were searching the ruins of the house careful for glass and rust. Five called to you “Careful for any glass, love!” you chuckled and looked to him as he searched under some bricks of what used to be a kitchen portion of the small farmhouse “You act as if we haven’t been doing this since we were 13.” he gave a lopsided smile and stood up from his crouched position “Yes but i also remember you distinctly cutting your arm on some collapsed metal rafting after i told you to be careful for them.” you looked at him in amused disbelief “That was one time! one time! You still hold that over my head?!” you laughed in amusement and incredulously. he put his hands in his pocket and walked closer to you “Not holding over your head, love, just watching out for my clumsy girl and no its been multiple times now.” he stopped infront of you with a smug but loving look. You were about to protest but opted to stay quiet and continue you and his search for sustenance all while grumbling about how yo it not all THAT clumsy. He laughed amused by your silence “What was that love?” you looked to him and narrowed your eyes playfully “Shouldn’t you be helping me out here?” he chuckled and went over to the kitchen to search cabinets. After some time of you searching with no avail you stood dusting your gloved hands off and looked around till you looked out a broken window to behind the house seeing a field. you curiously went to the unhinged door and stepped through to find a flower field. A field of forget me nots. You took in the beauty. it’s been a while since you saw beauty such as this in a dead end world. You smiled walking of the old porch and into the middle of the field and laid down in the middle of it smiling closing your eyes and sighing. Meanwhile five had found some food in a cabinet and thank god for it being unopened canned food and not twinkies. he shudders when he thinks of that. he calls to you “Babe! i found some food. We even got some canned pie filling. i call dibs on…” he trails off when he doesnt hear you answer. he turned his head and walked to the once was the living room. “Babe?” he looked around till he saw your figure laid in the field. he smiled and went out the back door and went to you standing over you. “enjoying yourself, love?” you opened your eyes looking up at him smiling and nodded. he chuckled and looked around at the peace and serenity of the moment. he looked back to you and decided now was the tight time. “Babe, i wanna ask you something.” you furrowed your brows a little and sat up “What is it baby? something wrong?” he chuckled and smiled and watched as you stood “No nothing wrong infact better then ever.” he took your hand kissing the top of it then bringing your hand over his heart. “My love, you have been the best thing to happen to me. Before dating, before getting stuck in the apocalypse and before things went to shit. I love you and always will. You have been the best thing to happen to me.” your eyes went a little wide as he lowered to own knee “Five…” he smiled up at her pulling out the ring that was to fit her finger “Y/N L/N will you be my wife?” you smiled and tears fell down he cheeks and she nodded “Yes!” she leaped on him in a hug laughing he felt relief flood him like a tidal wave. he hugged you back tightly till he pulled back and took your hand sliding the ring on your fingers and kissing you to seal the deal.

~End of “Dream”~

He was wide eyed shocked as dreams collided with reality and realization hit his face “Oh my god….”

~Your POV~

you where hiding as you watched him from the door. a little stalkerish? yes. then again thats your husband and it seems as though he is remembering. You smiled as everything went according to plan now all you had to do was walk out and reveal yourself but sadly your shoe laces had come undone and you fell out in the open with a ‘Umph’ you groaned and sat back up “Ow son of a bi-“ you then remembered and looked to five who was looking at you with shock and love and desperation. “babe…its you…Y/N” you looked to him nervously swallowed and nodded “Five?” you and him felt whole again seeing eachother but the desperation to be closer pulled you in and you ran into his arms as fast as you had fallen. You peppered his face in kisses “Oh i never thought i’d see you again! I thought i’d be destined to be alone.” he chuckled and held you close then captured your lips in a tender kiss till he pulled back and laid his forehead on his. his hands on either of your cheeks. “I cant tell you how much i missed you.” She smiled and held his own face between her hands. “I love you five” he smiled and kissed you again pulling back softly “I love you too”. Everything my felt right again. Whole. Complete. You had your husband back and he had his wife back. For the rest of the day both you and him where wrapped up in each others arms. embraced. Catching up with whats been going on and laid down in bed kissing and cuddling. Everything was as it should be.

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Hey y’all i hope you guys liked this story! Im not to good at writing but I’m trying my best. I hope you enjoyed and hope you have a good day ❤️

P.S sorry for any grammatical errors

[qsmp-a1-updates]

A1 Name List

Here is a collection of all the names that A1 has been given! If you have more, or better explanations for the origin of the names, please let me know in comments, tags, or messages and I will add them.

爱力 / Ai / Ai Li / Aili (Chinese name for "Love" and "Strength")

Aaron / Ivan (Unsure of exact origin, possibly Hebrew? Both semi-common English names that have similar pronunciations to A1)

A-A-Ron (Vaguely USA origin)

Icarus (Greek mythology, a child with wings who flew too close to the sun)

ícaro (Brazilian spelling of Icarus)

Afon (Welsh origin, means "River")

Angharad (Welsh origin, means "Much loved")

Aive (Unsure origin)

Cris (Unsure origin)

Aine (Irish origin, means "Happiness")

Steak Sauce (A1 is a brand of steak sauce)

Anahí (Brazilian origin, someone who was turned into a flower after being burned to death by her enslavers)

Airam (Hispanic origin, means "Freedom")

Aimé / Aimée (French origin, male / female versions, means "Loved" or "Beloved")

Lilypad / Starlight (English words)

An (Vietnamese origin, means "Safe and secure")

Ben Adams / Keith (British/Norwegian origin, two members of a band)

Hope Name List

Memories / Memory (English word, Cellbit's original name for them)

Hope (English word, the name Cellbit's chat gave them)

Myo (Short for Myosotis, or "Forget-me-nots," a type of flower)

Desdemona (Greek origin, means "ill-fated)

[antisocialcrypt]

2024 Reads

As the title says, these are my reads from the year. Some were great, some were mandatory. So, I'm going to talk about it. Fyi this count does not include articles, journals, or internet based folklore. This only includes physcial (and kindle) published works. Here we go!

Strange as this Weather Has Been by Ann Pancake

Feminist, Queer, Crip by Alison Kafer

Ramp Hollow: The Ordeal of Appalachia by Steven Stoll

Feminist Disability Studies edited by Kim Q. Hall

Never Never by Serena Valentino

Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver

The Right to Maim: Debility, Capacity, Disability by Jasbir K. Puar

Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

espresso shots & forget-me-nots by Parker Lee

The Winter Soldier: Cold Front by Mackenzi Lee

Pattern in the Material Folk Culture of the Eastern United States by Henry Glassie

Material Vernaculars: Objects, Images, and Their Social Worlds edited by Jason Baird Jackson

She followed the moon back to herself by Amanda Lovelace

Queer Adolescence by Charlie McNabb

Who's Afraid of Gender? by Judith Butler

How to They/Them by Stuart Getty

Nonbinary Lives: An Anthology by Ben Vincent and others

Gender in the Digital Sphere by Barbara Mitra and others

She/He/They/Me by Robyn Ryle

Gender Trouble by Judith Butler

Up in Flames by Eden Finley and Saxon James

texts i never sent by Ariel Day

The Words I Could Never Say by Yogesh Chandra

save me an orange by Hayley Grace

I reccomend a lot of these and if anyone wants to talk about them im game.

Until next time.

C.

[fandonnavyce]

Fic Masterpost

By Events

Ectoberhaunt 2023

Crossover Danuary 2024

DPxDC Ship Week2024 & Ship Week: After Dark 2024

Dannymay 2024 (WIP)

Patrol Partners 2024

Invisiobang 2024

Ghouls and Gangs 2024

Ecto-Implosion 2024

Fandom Trumps Hate 2024 (upcoming)

DPxDC, Dead on Main Series/AUs

My Love I Devour

and it's wider universe sequel series, The Wild Hunt

Cinderella Wonderland

Ghouls and Gangs 2024 - Hades and Persephone AU

Everything is posted on AO3, not everything is cross-posted on Tumblr

Ectoberhaunt 2023 AO3 Link

Day 2 - White Crow. Danny's a college student with some corvid friends. Dead on Main

My Love I Devour Series (In Timeline Chronology)

Day 4 - Zombies. Another Danny fixes Jason’s Pit Madness/Sick Ghost Core Fic, feat. the inherent homoeroticism of impromptu soul surgery. Rating: Mature. First in the My Love I Devour

Day 10: Occultism, Day 11: Dread vs Calm, Day 12: Obsession vs Repression, Day 13: Horror Flick - Sequel to Day 4

Day 17: Flesh, Day 18: Unravel vs Intertwine. Jason and Danny get down hot and heavy at a nightclub in the ghost zone. AO3 Series Link

Wild Hunt Series (Occurs post MLID)

Day 5 - Hunt. Ghost King Danny cordially invites you to the Wild Hunt, winner gets Constantine's entire soul - Danny's First Draft. DpxDc. First in the Wild Hunt Series

Day 19 - Claws. Danny needs Jason's brains (to write a royal invite) Sequel to Wild Hunt Part I.

Day 23: Magic, Day 26: Cults - The Ghost King summoning ritual is active for the first time in aeons. Constantine and Zatanna try it out and get more than they bargained for. AO3 Series Link

Crossover Danuary 2024 AO3 Link

Day 1 - Ben 10 Xover Tucker escapes Space Prison with the help of his two best friends

Day 1 - Another Ben 10 xover, the soft prequel. Ben meets an non-alien ET in a haunted forest

Day 2 - Atla Xover Hey, remember when Sokka got kidnapped into the Spirit World?

Day 4 - Cinderella Wonderland. A Cinderella and Alice in Wonderland Fandom Fusion but make it dpxdc, Dead on Main

Day 5 - The Owl House xover where The Collector becomes fast friends with a certain white haired girl on a day at the beach (Word of God part of the Cinderella Wonderland AU) AO3 Collection Link

DPxDC Ship Week and Ship Week: After Dark 2024

A continuation of Ectoberhaunt's Day17&18; it is the completion of part 3 of the MLID series. Can be read stand-alone more or less.

Part 1: Pleasures of the Flesh Ch 3

Part 2: Sweet Endings aka The Epilogue AO3 Fic Link

Part 3: Hunger. Smut. Jason has a sexual fantasy about Danny Written for Day 9 Dannymay2024 AO3 Link

Dannymay2024 AO3 Link

Day 2: Wish. Dead on Main Moodboard. Prayers are like wishes (you never know who's listening) so be careful for what you wish for.

Day 4: Wander. Dani Phantom Postcard. I'll wander far and long to where I wish to roam. But I won't forget to go and wander home Love, Dani

Day 9: Hunger. Dead on Main Smut.

Day 13: DnD AU. A Cleric casts Speak with Dead. The corpse's response is unusual. Pre-Everlasting Trio

Day 15: Field Trip. Everlasting Trio Field Trip through the Ghost Zone, ala Little Einsteins.

Patrol Partners 2024 AO3 Link

Need A Lift? A co-authored DPxDC Tim/Danny (Not Jason/Danny for once lol) fanfic. Aka the Brain Dead Meet Cute where where Tim and Danny are Trapped in An Elevator during a Rogue Attack.

Invisobang 2024 AO3 Link

Supernova Series A DPxDC Bang where The Fentons manage to create an interdimensional portal. But it wasn't to the Ghost Zone. At 14 years old, one teenage boy dies in a portal to Hueco Mundo.

The fic series where Danny Fenton is the freak accident to Kurosaki Ichigo's lab experiment, who's been living under the radar in Soul Society. At least until the Plot(TM) kicks off. Crossover Fusion with Bleach, that starts pre-Bleach Canon.

Ghouls and Gangs 2024 AO3 Link

In Death's Sweet Embrace: a Dead on Main, Hades and Persphone AU featuring non-traditional takes on A/B/O and the Sentinel&Guide AU

EctoImplosion 2024 AO3 Link

Forget-me-nots: Post-AGIT, Vlad has the niggling suspicion that he's forgotten something. Dan dismisses his concerns.

"If you forgot, I doubt it was something important." "Yeah, you're probably right," Vlad agrees.

Vlad only remembers what he forgot when Dani forcibly reminds him of her existence by crashing through his rooftop and into his and Dante's breakfast.

Tumblr Link

[angryducktimemachine]

26 and 29 for Ben, the new blorbo 💜

26. What flowers do you associate your OC with?

Mh. I'm actually not sure if I associate him with anything specific yet? But I'm thinking maybe something with multiple small flowers along one stem. Forget-me-nots style!

29. Imagine a Mood Board for your OC!

[roxyteal]

This is a shitpost

(What happened I thought I saved the draft but it's online??? Huh)

What do they smell like (find out now..........)

Billy smells like steel and a hint of citrus. If he just built this vessel, the latter would instead be a strong hint of hospital

Alex smells like b100d

Dave (82) smells like that strange whiff of a grease frier on a cold Winter day

Viktor smells like black licorice that's been left in the freezer for three years. If he's in his human model, then it smells like coffee beans and plain rice that someone else cooked

Denied smells like sea salt

Aldurra smells like a bag of praying mantises

Laura smells like a fine tailored suit

Kelly smells like fresh crayon wax

Marzia smells like art supplies, particularly paint

Alice smells like a fudge brownie with all the trimmings

Tiara smells like black licorice too but hers was only in the freezer for a week and also dipped in dark chocolate

Erie smells like steel with a strong hint of blue raspberry Jell-O

Sam smells like rosemary

Dia smells like diamonds and cotton

C Baldi smells like a person you'd compliment on their shirt before never seeing them again

Candice smells like a veggie medley with a hint of magic

Angell smells like cinnamon rolls

Olivia smells like bones and honey. No olives at all. Okay maybe just one

Scrina smells like multiple different metals and pinecones

Silver smells like silver

(Dave) 1 smells like an even mixture of titanium and black tea

Gonzalo smells like a cocktail molotov

Bob smells like shaving cream and leather

Shy Worker smells like a warm fire

Plus Baldi smells like a handful of almonds

Dolly (Matt) smells like a heated blanket

Asmodena smells like birthday cake and cats

Matt (as Olivia) smells like honey and one olive. Matt himself smells like strawberry oats

Ms. Immortal smells like lukewarm steam and traces of dust

Usagi smells like sweet dango. Different every time

Lady Blossom smells like roses that've been in your house for five days

Text smells like electricity and black pepper

Ruby smells like corundums and generic $1 hand soap

Gold smells like gold and sometimes cream cheese

Spike (82) smells like 90's radioactive candy

Allen smells like something you cannot describe in human language

Sleeps smells like distilled O2 but they threw in a little sugar as a treat

PlayRobot smells like steel but in a fun way where you'd want to give her hugs and tell her she's doing great

Error smells like a pile of chestnuts you found randomly in the woods

Gamma (1) smells like an amalgamation of something you can't place but there is a hint of some kind of metal

ScientistRobot smells like steel but in a sterilizing way where you don't think you could make her laugh

Gotta Sleep smells like distilled O2 but with nothing else

Cell smells like chestnuts that've been packed in a tin for reasons you will never be able to fathom

HoloSpike smells like sunlight

Sapphire smells like corundums and Reece's peanut butter cups that you pulled out of the fridge at 2 AM because you hate chocolate that melts in your hands and it's so gross that you curse Reece themself about it

Ben smells like raisins and wool

And Felix smells like forget-me-nots

[multitudecontainer420]

you can call me al by paul simon

give it to me baby by rick james

never too much by luther vandross

forget me nots by patrice rushen

glide by pleasure

strawberry letter 23 by the brothers johnson

palm grease by herbie hancock

use me by bill withers

i can't help it by michael jackson

stayin alive by the bee gees

spiderwebs by no doubt

got to be real by cheryl lynn

square biz by teena marie

tell me something good by rufus

green onions by booker t. & the m.g.'s

all blues by miles davis

what is love by haddaway

flash light by parliament

them changes by thundercat

take me to the river by talking heads

dream 17 by annette

mysteries of the world by msfb

sabotage by the beastie boys

come as you are by nirvana

lithium by nirvana

breed by nirvana

waiting room by fugazi

longview by green day

brick house by commodores

last train to london by electric light orchestra

boogie oogie oogie by a taste of honey

le freak by chic

i want your love by chic

hes the greatest dancer by sister sledge

get up (i feel like being) a sex machine by james brown (bootsy collins on bass)

superbad by james brown

what so never the dance by house guests

super freak by rick james

chain of fools by aretha franklin

higher ground and i wish by stevie wonder

rime of the ancient mariner by iron maiden

5:15 by the who

the real me by the who

chameleon by herbie hancock

stand by me by ben e. king

what's going on by marvin gaye

comedown by bush

song 2 by blur

brown eyed girl by van morrison

taxman by the beatles

come together by the beatles

prince

talking heads - slippery people

tom tom

sabotage by beastie boys

whip it by devo

[eleanor-bradstreet]

I imagine the focal flower in her bouquet/decor is forget-me-nots. They never forgot each other during all those years apart, and blue is Ben’s favorite color and Bridgerton family color. 💙

I’m also choosing to believe the show winked at me with this when in S3E5 Anthony screams: lilies (Kanthony), forget-me-nots (Benophie), lilacs (Edmund and Violet) 😉

Benophie week day one!

Let’s talk weddings!!

Tell me your benophie wedding headcanons!

I’ll start!

My headcanon is that Violet walks Sophie the aisle. Anthony offered but after she’d already asked Violet to do so. They don’t tell Benedict and he cries when he sees

[the-squirrel-queen]

Sunflowers, Dahlia Coccineas and Forget-Me-Nots

Please don’t repost (reblogs are appreciated)

Dm me, I do commissions

These are available as stickers!

[enderscribbles]

inktober day 06 - flowers/joy

“Because today, at least you are you and… that’s enough.”

I’m feeling really emotional today so I had to draw something not so depressing. Like a happy Evan Hansen, because he deserves happiness.

[roroyaoi87]

The Seance couples: Hanahaki (Klive)

Nobody asked me for this drabble, but I wanted to write it. So I dedicate it to my dear @riry20 and @entusiastshipper. Of course, this is also for all of you. I hope you like it,

The first time Klaus knew something was wrong with him was when he was twelve years old, he had simply been watching Viktor and Five studies in the library, seeing the complicity between them, the affection shining in Five's eyes, and the smiles they share between them, was enough to make his chest feel heavy, almost as if he couldn't breathe. 

He doesn't think anything of it and turns his eyes to his homework, next to him Ben works quietly, helping Diego whenever he sees him struggling with math problems. 

But when he hears Five's laughter he can't help but turn to look at Number Five and that's the first time his torture begins. He has to run to the bathroom because his brothers turn to look at him in surprise when he won't stop coughing.

The harder he tries to stop the coughing, the worse it gets. 

He doesn't think much of it, it has started to get cold and he has always been a sickly child, besides, the mausoleum was very cold at night. Maybe, if he behaved, his father would let him wear a coat or he could take advantage of the situation, like when he broke his jaw, Grace would give him pills for the pain, and Five would come back to look after him. That would be great.

It's not until he spits out an orange petal that he starts to worry. As far as he knows from anatomy and health classes, he shouldn't spit out petals after a coughing fit. 

Is it a useless new power, or is there something more dangerous going on? 

Maybe he should talk to his mother, but he doesn't want his father to know, especially since they will soon be introduced to society as "Umbrella Academy". So he keeps the petal in his jacket pocket. Hoping it's the last and only time that happens to his body. 

Ben convinces him to talk to Grace. He does, his mother checks carefully and inevitably his father finds out. Pogo and his mother looked confused and perhaps a little concerned, but his father sends him to his room, claiming his discomfort is from the cigarettes he smokes. 

A few days later they have their Superheroes presentation and it is wonderful, the best part of the evening is not that they have defeated the thieves, but that Five allows him to lean on his shoulder. That brief contact makes the pain in his chest magically subside. 

Five looks beautiful in the mask and that confident smile. In the night he spits out another petal, he recognizes it, it's from a tulip. Seeing it reminds him of Five and he ends up keeping the new petal with the other one.

Months later, Five is gone and that night, while trying not to cry because he is choking from coughing, he spits out a whole flower, a small blue flower that reminds him of Five's eyes. He keeps the flower with the other petals he has accumulated over the months. They are Gerbera petals, representing first and innocent love, and tulips, signifying sincere love. Now he has spat out a whole flower of "Forget me not", the flower that represents eternal love, even beyond death. 

He can no longer deny that there is something wrong with him. The problem is that he doesn't know what's wrong with him and he's not sure he wants to know. 

--

At the age of 22, after having accumulated hundreds of little "forget-me-nots" and petals of different flowers from chrysanthemums, carnations, and lilies, he discovers what he has.

No, he does not have a useless power. He has a sickness called Hanahaki or flower sickness or unrequited lovesickness. It is not a common illness but it is not unknown either, and there is even a treatment to cure it.

It is a simple surgery, they remove the plant that grows in his lungs, and in doing so the patient forgets the person he is in love with. He refuses to have the surgery and forgets Filip. 

Ben looks at him with sad eyes and makes sure to drown himself in as much alcohol and drugs as possible. The drugs help him not to feel...broken and incomplete. 

Who knew love could be so painful? 

It doesn't matter, anyway, according to the doctors, he doesn't have much time left. Hopefully, they'll serve cucumber sandwiches at his funeral. 

--

It's ironic and reassuring to know that he's going to die again, only this time, it will be for good. He's not coming back to life after this death. His powers are gone and he has strangely reached a point where he feels at peace. 

He has lived with the Hanahaki for over 20 years, far more than half his life and there is not a moment when he remembers what it was like to breathe without choking on petals and stalks growing in his lungs. 

Each time he died, the sickness returned to zero. It's been a year since his sister and Reginald rebooted the world and lost their powers. He doesn't have much time left and he knows it. So he tries to be a good brother, the good brother he couldn't be for Ben: he helps Luther to find Sloane, he also helps Diego and Lila with the baby preparations and makes sure to support Viktor at every concert. 

He even visits Allison and assures her that he loves her and is happy that she has her daughter and husband back. The rest of his siblings still find it hard to forgive their sister, but they will, Klaus knows they will. There is nothing that brings his family closer together than weddings and funerals, and they will soon have one. So everything will be fine. 

He also helps Ben, even though this Ben isn't HIS Ben, he's learned to love him even when he's being a grumpy jerk most of the time. 

The only person he stays away from is Five. His illness gets worse in Number Five's presence and Five is still trying to adjust to his new adult body, to not having his powers, and to university. Five doesn't need to worry about him.

The only problem he has is Ben. Of course Ben, no matter what Ben was, would find out what was going on with him. 

" I talked to Allison, I have the money for the surgery," Ben tells him trying to feign nonchalance but Klaus can see that vein in his forehead stand out. That only happens when he's angry or worried. 

"What surgery, Benerino?" he asks while smiling "Don't tell me you're getting a penis enlargement". 

"Shut up, you idiot" he sounds angry and Klaus mentally congratulates himself because he knows that Ben will go slamming the door and won't speak to him for a few days. But that doesn't happen, Ben doesn't leave. "Klaus...please" is the first time Ben begs him. He reminds him so much of Ben. "I lost my whole family, I don't want to lose you too. Talk to Allison, maybe she can help you." 

It's not fair but he simply can't refuse. Ben is also good at manipulating people. 

Allison agrees to help him. It's not like he had to beg her or anything. Just when his sister finds out what he's going through, she assures him that she'll do everything in her power to help him if she can't get rid of the disease with the rumor ( he never thought of that), then she'll pay for the surgery.

"Maybe you should tell him" his sister mentions, casually.

"Who?" he asks with a mouth full of food, no one knows who he's in love with. 

"Five" is his sister's quiet, intelligent reply "You're not the most discreet person, Klaus. You've had this crush on Five since you were thirteen."

"Eleven" he corrects "I was eleven when I thought Five was cute." 

"Five would never hurt you," his sister assures him.

"That's the problem, Ally," he says, feeling bitter and sad, he can feel his chest feeling more compressed and that familiar tickle in his throat is driving him crazy "What do you think Five will do if he knows I'm dying because he doesn't reciprocate my feelings?" his voice rises higher than he wants it to, but he feels exhausted, he hasn't been able to sleep in days "Uh? Tell me. You know him as well as I do. He'll pretend to love me but in the end, we'll be unhappy, and I'll end up dying and then Five will feel guilty" He has to cover his mouth with a paper napkin so his sister won't see the blood gushing from his mouth.

"Don't be dramatic, Klaus, and don't underestimate Five or his feelings. He's been worried about you. He's even called me to ask about you and I'm not his favorite sister right now," says his only sister, "Just talk to him." 

He's not going to. 

He doesn't have time anymore, his body collapses as he argues with Allison. 

--

Viktor's call gets him out of bed and he runs full speed to the hospital, never regretting losing his powers as much as he does right now when all he wants to do is get to Klaus' side. In his head all he can think about is Klaus. 

Klaus has Hanahaki and is in the last stage. 

No. No. No. No. He can't lose Klaus, that's just not something that can happen. Klaus always seemed so carefree and happy. How could that happen without him noticing? Why didn't Klaus say anything? Why keep something so important to himself? Was it because of Dave? Was it because of Ben? Who was the cause of Klaus' pain? 

The receptionist gives him a pitying look as she tells him where to go, doesn't even wait for the lift, goes up the stairs as fast as his legs will allow, and has to pause as he tries not to look like a mad person. 

"The doctors say it's too late to perform the surgery" Ben's voice makes him slow down. Allison and Ben haven't seen him. "The only thing they can do is keep him sedated, so he doesn't die in pain."  

His chest starts to ache as if something ugly and dark is growing inside him. 

"The rumor doesn't work either" Allison looks resigned, how dare she give up? It was Klaus' life they were talking about. 

"This is Five's fault." 

What?

"Don't blame Five. Klaus never confessed, even to the end he was stubborn about telling Five." Allison defends him, but Five doesn't care about that.

Oh. This is his fault. Klaus wasn't dying for Dave or Ben, Klaus is dying for him. 

"Where is he?" he asks, letting his sister and Ben know of his presence. They both look guilty but Five cares very little about how they feel right now. He'll sort things out later, now he has to save Klaus. 

He has to tell him how he feels. 

Allison points to Klaus' room and Five isn't sure how he was able to get there, but when he enters Klaus is hooked up to several machines that help him breathe, and just as Ben mentioned, Klaus is sedated so he won't suffer. 

"The doctors say there's a chance he might be able to hear us," his sister communicates. 

Allison says other things but he can't hear her, his brain is too busy going over every moment that Klaus could have given him some indication that he was in love with him. There are many but he never paid attention, too busy trying to save his family. 

How ironic! 

Carefully, as if Klaus is going to break, he takes Klaus' hand, kissing the knuckles. 

"Hey, Klaus" he greets, wishing the brunette would answer him. "Please" he begs, resting his head on the chestnut's chest "Don't leave me, darling" he pleads, feeling exhausted.

He continues to murmur words of love, longing to be heard. He can't lose Klaus. He can't. 

Allison closes the door to the room. Whatever is going to happen, now it's only up to Five and Klaus.