#if no one ends up wanting them ill likely scatter them eventually

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[pascals-doll]

bed of roses

ellie williams x reader

🫧 continuation of candy | u dont have to read it since this can be a story on its own!

🫧 TYSM FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE VDAY SPECIAL 🥹 i hope you cuties enjoy pt 2!!

🫧 thinking about ellie’s strap all day 🥲

🫧 description: smut smut smut, very cute surprise at the end!, valentines day surprise, dom!ellie, sub!reader, reader gets fingered on stairs, fingering (both receiving), strapon!sex (reader recieving), ‘p’ in v sex, panty sniffing (ellie), body worship (reader receiving), power dynamic, back scratching (ellie receiving), finger sucking/gagging, no use of y/n, use of pet names (pretty mama, mama, doll, pretty doll, and babydoll),

“augh-god! ellie” you moaned out, your hand going to grip the stair-railing as you swore you started seeing clouds.

after completely devouring ellie on the staircase, you guys calmed down momentarily.

catching each other’s breath, sharing soft kisses as ellie tells you how much she loves you.

until she began to kiss your neck which eventually lead to her sucking all over both of your tits as her fingers fuck you relentlessly.

“the prettiest tits in this entire world” ellie utters against one of your tits as the other is messily palmed by ellies hand.

“ellie s’good-augh fuck m’gonna cum!” your moans got louder as the forming of your words got sloppy, not being able to comprehend shit in your fucked-out mind.

“oh the night is just gettin’ started mama” she pulls away from your nipple, smirking at you like she was hell’s #1 sinner.

your mouth goes agape, eyes squeezing shut as your feel ellies fingers fuck you through your orgasm.

ellie’s fingers curling into your pussy causing your back to arch within her lap.

“good mama, thats it. cum all over my fingers” she encourages you, slightly moving your hips along with the movement of her fingers.

ellie craddled you as your orgasm melts you into her embrace, legs completely limp in her lap.

ellie planted the softest kisses on your face and forehead “dont get tired yet, babydoll” she whispers in your ear as she runs her hands through your hair.

once you felt yourself coming back into reality, you lifted your head up from in-between her shoulder “we-we should pick up your poor teddy bear” you state weakly, giving her a soft grin.

“yes, ill get it mama” ellie returns your smile, chuckling sweetly.

ellie helped you up, giving your ass a squeeze through your mini skirt “perfect lil’ass” she states playfully, licking her lips.

“shut up and tell me you love the bear” you tell her, just wanting her to come close to you; missing her warmth.

she continues to walk over to you, stepping up the couple steps of the staircase before you meeting you halfway on them.

she bends down to pick up your bra, not caring much for you shirt.

“i-” ellie begins before stopping to plant kisses all over your face and neck, once again but this time she crouches down slightly; scooping you up.

“fucking love the bear” as she completely takes you into her arms.

you let out a squeal out of slight surprise as ellie scoops you up, using most of her strength. you wrap your arms and legs around her, your mini-skirt riding up.

her hands squeezing your ass as she walks up the stairs.

ellie walks down your shared hallway, you in her grasp as you kiss along her neck and toy with her hair.

you didnt miss each pathway of petals that scattered the wooden floors as you got closer to your shared bedroom.

your heart felt like it was going to palpitate out your chest. your mind couldn’t begin to process how lucky you got.

once ellie arrived into your shared room, she put you down gently “dont turn around yet” she says, moving from infront of you to guide you while also making sure you couldn’t see.

“you can turn around now” the second she says that, you wasted no time turning around.

your jaw immediately dropped to the floor as you see a small light-sign that lights up the words ‘you and i forever’, roses and petals all over the floor and bed, and lastly with 3 different heart-shaped boxes of chocolate.

that wasn’t it, ellie had one more surprise but you were just gonna have to wait.

“you-i-you” you tried to speak, but you could barely form a sentence as ellie yet again, found the way to take the words right ouf your mouth.

“just hold on here, yeah doll?” she asks, kissing your temple softly. you gave her a quick nod before she headed into your shared closet.

while she was in the closet, you took upon yourself to quickly grab your pink silk lingerie robe from your dresser.

you stepped out of your mini-skirt since you were already shirtless; leaving you only in your pink heart design thong.

you put the silk robe on, only covering you from being completely naked since you already basically were.

ellie stepped out of the closet in her sports bra but still having her boxers on.

you were on the bed, you had already put aside all the gifts that were on the bed. you weren’t wasting no time.

“you’re so fuckin’ breathtaking” ellie utters breathlessly. she had to let her eyes take you in from head to toe, wether you were wrapped up like a burrito or completely naked goddess statue; you looked absolutely enchanting every single time.

you could completely entice ellie at any give moment, you had her under your spell with just a look.

“take all of me, ellie” you whimper out, extending your leg to reach out to her as she stalked over to you.

“say it again, doll” ellie’s eyes were engulfed with hunger, getting ready to ravish you. she finally crawls ontop of you.

one hand holding her up as it pushed into the bed and the other one helping you rise your hips. ellie pulled down your thong, bringing it up to her nose.

she took in the smell of your arousal, she could’ve licked your underwear if she wanted too; completely wanting to be taken-over by the smell of your wet cunt.

“take all of me, every single part of me is a part of you.” you devoted yourself to her.

there was no one else that you wanted to be completely one with; ellie felt the exact dsme way.

those words leaving your mouth felt like music to ellie’s ears.

“i fucking love you doll, s’fucking much. till the end of this world.” she begins to passionately ramble as her hands eagerly begin to grope you.

ellies hands began by giving your thighs a soft-squeeze then going up to massage your hips, from there going to fondled your hickied titties; robe slipping to the side.

“mmhpm-so wet for me already” she utters out in a pleased tone as she sees your pussy glisten by your juices as she spread your legs apart.

you bit your lip, feeling impatient. you leaned up slightly to pull her down but she didn’t let you.

“nuh uh doll, you already pleased me enough. be a patient lil’girl” ellie coos, taking one of her hands from your breasts slowly tracing its way down.

ellie’s hand found its way to your dripping pussy, her fingers slightly toying with your hole “please-please” you grind your hip up into her two fingers, she retracts them.

ellie turned to her nightstand, turning away from you momentarily. you were confused but gave her time before questioning it.

when she turned back to you, she turned back around with her blue strap-on.

your mind automatically went nebulous.

“please wha’doll ?” her smirk cause shivers down your spine as she returned to towering over you.

your hands impulsively found their way to her back “fuck me till the sun comes up” you meant it, looking her dead in the eyes as you wrapped your legs around her waist.

“your wish is my command, mama” ellie’s eyes felt like daggers pricking at your skin, you felt such delectation at being at ellie’s mercy.

your back arched into her, your breasts pushing against hers “you can take m’cock doll, y’done it before-it’s okay” she soothes you sensually, her lips going back to wander all over your neck as she pushes your legs up to your stomach.

ellie slightly pulls away, to align her strap with your soaked hole. you lifted your hips up impatiently causing ellie to hold them back down aggressively while slamming herself inside you.

“fuck ellie!” you erotically wailed out her name in such a way, it made ellie want to ruin you even more.

“who can fuck this sweet pussy?” ellie grunts out as her hips snap against your skin “huuagh-you! fuck-only you!” you moan out, pleasure being the only thing known to your senses at the moment.

you felt her strap bumping your cervix slightly as her thrusts got more vigorous “s’good-feels s’good!” your fucked-out babble only becoming amusing to the demon that was your girlfriend in this bloody moment.

“what was that, doll? couldn’t hear ya” ellie smirked out, only fucking into you more ruthlessly before moving one of her hands to rub your clit with delicacy.

“awh god! ellie-puh-ah!” you tried to plead through your tears and overwhelmed moans “shh doll, you’re taking me perfectly” ellie coos, the hand that wasn’t rubbing your clit now went to your face.

she caressed your hot tear-stained cheek, leading her thumb to your slightly agape lips “open these up f’me, pretty doll” ellie tells you, sliding her thumb into your mouth.

the sight of as you took her thumb into your mouth while she was ontop of you, driving herself into you. the way you admired her tattoo, you took the hand that was on the side of the arm she was extending.

you continued to suck softly as you traced the outline of the veins that protruded through her tattoo.

the sight of it all bringing you closer to your orgasm.

she leaned back slightly as you sucked her thumb and oogled her arm, causing the upward angle to bring you pure rapture.

you let out a choked out gutteral moan against her thumb as her hips devilishly work you to your orgasm.

ellie knew how to make you cum not once, but for days.

the way you arched your back, chest inviting her lips to explore.

the way your legs shake as she fucks you relentlessly always; no matter how.

the way she had you calling out like the lyircs to your favorite song.

the way she turned you into a completely utter pornstar.

“ellie! ellie m’close! gonn-ah!” lips removing from her thumb, your lecherous shrieks ringing through the room.

“yeah, pretty mama? you gon’ cum all over this strap?” she groans out, she swore she could cum just of all of this.

you let out quick nods as your nails dragged out slight blood , feeling small droplets fall into your nails.

“your words, use them.” ellie grits out, her hips fuckiing you well through your orgasm “yes! m’gonna cum all over your dick!” your cries were pure melodies to ellies ear.

“i gotchu pretty doll, i gotchu” as her hips drastically halt, going from fash to now deep thrusts.

“ellie! ellie!” you clung to her as you shook through your orgasm.

“there you go, atta girl” ellie praises you as your orgasm waves through you, nothing but whimpers coming from your foggy fucked out mind.

once you calmed down in her embrace, she slowly pulled out her strap that was now covered in your cum.

“lets take a break, mama?” ellie suggests which you agree too pretty quick.

ellie went to the restroom, grabbing a towelette to clean you up and get you a glass of water.

once she came back, you were laying there wirh your robe tied up. you thanked her for the water as she cleaned you up from your juices.

you had went to the restroom after she cleaned you up. you made your way back into your shared room and as you open the door; there she was.

ellie williams.

there she fucking was…on one knee in only her boxers and a sports bra.

“will you marry me?”

the case that held your sparkly engagement ring being held by the woman of your dreams after just getting ruthlessly fucked, yet treated like a queen.

only something this wonder of a woman could do to you.

“yes, fuck yes, yes.”

you ran to her as she stood up, launching yourself into her arms.

you both went to enjoy your bed of roses t’ill sunrise.

[xvysarene]

𝕌𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕕

Pairing: Zayne x Fem!Reader Prompt: “I’ve built walls, and yet they crumble when I see you.” Words: ~2.5k Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Fluff Notice: Y/N is not MC, Antagonist MC, Mentions of wounds

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His childhood friend exuded energy just as vibrant as her Anhausen class Evol, captivating those around her with her bubbly demeanor.

However, beneath the cheerful façade lay a calculated use of charm, a trait you couldn't help but notice, especially in her interactions with Zayne.

As a senior hunter, your responsibilities included supervising new recruits, and you discerned her manipulative tendencies over time.

“Just because you've seen me at my weakest, you’re not entitled to pass judgment on those dear to me. It proves how I've known her longer and better, as she would never stoop so low as to speak ill of you. I don’t need you babysitting me.”

Quick to defend his adored friend and seemingly caught up in emotion, he voiced those unfavorable words your way.

You knew Zayne was a direct person, but being on the receiving end of those words hurt. Especially as you later realized that you harbored feelings towards the cold doctor, feelings that had unknowingly woven into what you had always believed to be a purely platonic friendship between the two of you.

“—and you’re here because?”

His voice jolted you out of your reverie.

Somehow, standing in the exact spot where your last conversation occurred, resulting in months of silence between the two of you, had clouded your thoughts.

You cleared your throat, trying to focus back on the present moment. “Greyson and Yvonne have been trying to get in touch with you.”

When news about Dr. Zayne taking recuperative leave had spread like wildfire throughout the UNICORNS, you had considered reaching out to him. 

Your fingers had hovered over the phone, composing and deleting messages repeatedly.

In the end, you completely abandoned the notion altogether when you heard his childhood friend’s not-so-subtly mentioning her plan to visit and cook for him while chatting with the short-haired girl from the Data Analysis sector.

“I’m fine,” he managed to huff out after a while.

Taking a swift glance at the unexpected mess on his kitchen counters—scattered papers and remnants of food packaging—you challenged him. “I thought we had moved beyond the superficial ‘I’m fine’ responses when asking about each other's well-being.”

Zayne didn’t reply and you noted that he had absentmindedly leaned his long legs against the kitchen counter as if seeking support from it.

“You, the Chief Cardiac Surgeon of Akso Hospital, someone who enjoys his lack of free time, couldn't possibly have felt ‘just fine’ after being placed on recuperative leave.”

“I wasn't aware that you still kept tabs on my whatabouts," he retorted, eyes slightly gleaming competitively. However, they lacked the usual spark; instead, they hinted at tiredness and something indefinable that looked familiar but you couldn't quite pinpoint.

“I understand that your friend has probably visited you, but my great buddies insisted I come and check on you. They didn’t want to pester, but after two days of no answer, they are beginning to worry.” You raised your hands in a gesture of surrender. “Though if I’m not welcome, I’ll leave you be.”

As you moved past him towards the front door, you felt yourself emotionally drained from the brief exchange.

“Why you, specifically?” his whisper caused you to stop in your tracks.

“They know we are—” you stopped yourself, “used to be each other’s confidant. They thought you might be willing to speak to me if not to them.”

He chuckled dryly. “Used to…”

His muttered words compelled you to turn. Your hunter’s awareness noticed how he had subtly shifted, leaning more against the counter with one hand supporting his weight while his body slightly hunched forward, facing your retreating figure.

His body trembled with involuntary shivers, and the silver-framed glasses that had been perched on his nose earlier now lay discarded on top of the black granite.

“What’s wrong?” The words spilled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

Your eyes instantly snapped to his arms, expecting to see the familiar bluish hue and the delicate, yet deadly patterns of ice crystals.

Instead, you saw fresh cuts on the back of his hand. Both of them.

A sound must have escaped your lips because Zayne quickly tugged at his light gray pajama sleeves, trying to cover his hands. He took a step back as he heard you stomping towards him.

Helplessly, he played a brief game of tug-of-war with you before yielding to your unexpected strength.

“What the hell,” you breathed out as you took the angry red marks marring his pale skin, making them stand out more. When you rolled up his sleeves further, you discovered fresh lacerations, a chilling reminder of the frost's icy grip.

You cupped his cheeks. It took his gaze a moment to gradually refocus on you, seemingly startled by the sudden skin contact. “Zayne, what happened?”

His lips were sealed shut. He began to resist, however, as you guided him towards his bedroom, but your hunter strength slightly won over his sluggish state.

Zayne watched you intensively check his wounds after you managed to get him to bed. They were more severe than the scratches you saw after you had cradled his frozen arms and succeeded in defrosting them using your Evol. It was when you found him beating himself up in regret for failing to save your partner during surgery.

As you stood up to fetch the medical supplies, his hand swiftly caught your forearm, surprising you with its speed. "You don’t have to take care of me," he insisted.

“Respectfully, Zayne,” you began, knowing he'd grimace at your next choice of words, “Fuck your pride and let me look after you.”

Seeing his familiar disapproving grimace at the brash word, you chuckled quietly to yourself. 

Your boldness and recklessness often clashed with his calm and collected nature, one that left people wondering how a friendship could blossom between two such opposites.

As the antiseptic scent filled the air and silence enveloped the room while you tended to his arms, memories flooded back to the griefful night when you had lost your partner.

He had treated your temporarily forgotten battle wounds after the frost had thawed from his arms.

“It’s not your fault,” Zayne had spoken softly as he cleaned your wounds.

Your breath stuttered, surprised by the doctor's attempt to console you. Many people regarded him as highly reserved due to the carefully crafted mask of indifference he wore.

"The other staff told me what happened. You couldn’t have known that he was bitten; a child Chlorostaga leaves a very small puncture, and it would only feel like an ant has bitten you. With adrenaline running high, he wouldn’t have felt a thing."

“He told me that his heart was racing unusually fast during the transport back,” you whispered, feeling the tears clouding your vision. “And I jokingly suggested he needed to do more exercise.

“He laughed at it until—” you forced down the bile rising in your throat before being able to continue, “until he suddenly collapsed from cardiac arrest. We were only a few minutes out before arriving here to treat our wounds.”

Zayne continued gently dressing your gashes as you recounted the last moment with your partner. “His last memory was of happiness with you, feeling fulfilled knowing he had once again protected Linkon City from Wanderers... With his trusted partner."

The tears you had struggled to contain finally broke through, cascading down your cheeks in torrents. He held you close that day, offering comfort until every tear was dried.

From that moment, a bond seemed to form between both of you, drawing you closer from mere acquaintances to individuals you could trust with your deepest emotions. Only a few had ever witnessed each other's vulnerable state.

In the present, you noticed his breathing had calmed, and the hazel eyes that had been watching you carefully moments earlier had closed as you finished tending the last cut.

Gently smoothing out the crease between his brows, you couldn't help but wonder how troubled he must have been. “I’ve built walls, and yet they crumble when I see you,” you whispered, afraid of him hearing your secret.

You had tried to shield yourself from future heartache after you slammed his front door the day he had spoken harshly. Yet, seeing him so vulnerable, your caring for him only deepened.

Listening to the rhythmic sound of his breathing, an unexpected exhaustion washed over you like a tidal wave.

Sleep claimed you swiftly, and it wasn't until you felt Zayne's gentle touch on your shoulder that you awoke.

“You’re going to strain the muscle in the back of your neck sleeping like that.”

Still groggy from the unplanned nap, you couldn’t protest as Zayne easily deposited you to the space he occupied earlier, as if you weighed nothing.

Your skin flushed hot feeling his fleeting touch behind your knees. Blinking, you met his gaze as he settled back beside your feet on the bed, already looking much better than before.

As the heat from his body permeated the wool blend of his pajama pants, you could feel it warming the tips of your toes. “Are you feeling any better?”

He nodded, casting a glance down at his arms adorned with scattered adhesive strips. Awkwardness filled the air as you both grappled with the ever-present unresolved tension.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled softly. You looked up, startled.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated more clearly. His hazel eyes, appearing browner under the dim lighting, seeking yours. “For saying those hurtful words to you, for failing to accompany you on mourning day.”

Your eyes widened, surprised that he even remembered about the day that had occurred months earlier.

When he didn’t appear at the cemetery of fallen hunters on mourning day, an annual tradition to honor your late partner whom he couldn't save, you learned just how much he cherished his childhood friend.

While he hadn't explicitly promised to join every year, he had always done so without fail. At that time, you couldn't help but feel disappointed when you discovered he had spent the day with his childhood friend instead.

And perhaps, an ugly thorn of jealousy had begun to bloom inside your heart.

“Greyson gave me an earful after he found out about our... conflict, and then he pieced together why I was absent that day. Why didn’t you remind me?”

You broke away from his gaze, not prepared for the sudden query. “You are under no obligation to accompany me, so there's nothing to apologise for.”

“I absolutely have to apologise, for on the day you mourn for your late partner the most, I callously had fun with my friend.”

And there it was, his childhood friend once again stealing the spotlight in your conversation. You felt the barriers you erected creeping back into place.

“It's getting dark outside, I should head home,” you said, retracting your legs and hurriedly standing up.

However, a warm hand on your wrist carefully pulled you back down, knee bumping with yours.

“I was ensnared by my memory of her innocence from our childhood,” he confessed, voice heavy with regret. “She envied the deep connection we share and after overhearing your conversation with Yvonne, purposefully suggested a day trip to our hometown that exact day. She exploited my weakness for her gain, knowing my fond memories of our past together.”

Zayne tenderly unraveled each of your tightly clenched fingers, soothing the nail marks that had etched into your palm.

It was one of your bad habits, surfacing whenever anxiety and stress took hold. Ever the observant person that he was, it was something he was well aware of.

Your breath hitched as he wove his fingers with yours, larger palm easily covering your smaller one.

“I'm the one who foolishly let myself be blinded and stooped so low, wrongly accusing you when your intentions were nothing but good-hearted.” He swiped a hand over his face in frustration. “People praised me for my good judgement, but I evidently failed to make the most important one.”

“And so this happened?” you gestured towards his arms with your other unoccupied hand. “Punishing yourself because you felt guilty for your lapse in judgment?”

She had heard bits and pieces of what happened from Greyson. The Chief Psychologist in the hospital had noticed Zayne’s peculiar behaviour for weeks—moments of zoning out and evident emotional distress.

Not wanting to jeopardise his patient’s health, he agreed to take a leave until he felt mentally prepared to return to his responsibilities, which required a clear mind above all else.

“No, it's me losing myself because I've taken advantage of the only person who understands me; to the extent of hurting that one person who, despite knowing her for a shorter time, has selflessly always been there for me.” He placed a kiss on the back of your hand. “And fearing I may have already lost her, as I come to realize the depth of my feelings for her.”

You whipped your head to fully face him, face flushed at his confession. His gaze unwavering, trapping you with fierce affection.

“You don’t need to say anything—”

“Zayne—”

“I just want to let you know that I’m sorry for causing you pain—”

“Zayne, I—”

“And I would understand if you don’t want to do anything with me again after everything that’s happened—”

"Zayne!" You moved to cover his mouth and lost your balance in the process, tumbling together onto the bed.

Him beneath you.

As you stumbled, his hand found the curve of your hip, supporting you from falling on top of him. While his other arm remained thrown over him, fingers still intertwined with yours amidst the sudden movement.

You could see him trying to mask his discomfort, no doubt feeling some of the deeper slashes being tugged.

“God, you really need to shut up sometime,” you blurted out, catching Zayne off guard with your abrupt remark following his heartfelt revelation.

This close, you could see his pupils dilating at your close proximity, almost consuming the green in his eyes.

With profound confidence and a fuzzy feeling spreading inside your heart, you eased his mind. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The content smile painting his lips tugged at your heart. It was a genuine happiness that chipped away his usual cold demeanor. 

He squeezed your hip and slowly urged you to lay on top of him, a silent invitation to be closer. Strong arms circled around as you nestled your head against his throat, enveloping you in his scent—grounding, and slightly musky, like the scent of a forest after rainfall.

“I never want you to lose control of your Evol over me again,” you warned him, eyes closing as you felt his lips pressing on your forehead.

“I can’t promise, but—” he interjected before you could interrupt him. “I’ll work on myself for the better. It’s the least I can do for the one who holds the dearest place in my heart.”

When you opened your eyes again, you could finally pinpoint that familiar glint in his eyes, the one you noticed when you confronted him hours earlier in the living room; it was endearment.

As you lay down on his bed that night, fingers gently combing through his tousled midnight-black hair as he rested against your chest, it dawned on you that the glow of affection had been there all along, subtly shimmering in his eyes throughout the years whenever you were by his side.

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[feyascorner]

Ok but what if tav is the hero of baldurs gate right, the god killer, slayer of the chosen three, savior of the emerald grove etc etc and after all that is told they had this incurable illness that the parasite had only slowed down. Now, with it gone, it’s progressing again and Tav can’t help but feel so stupid, weak even, that such a mighty hero could be struck by the weaknesses of their own body

Maybe pushes everyone away when they find out, too afraid to tell them that after everything they’ve been through after surviving all of that that they were going to die anyways

AND THEN ASTARIONS REACTION!!! Because surely he would not take that news sitting down (if he found out at all)

a/n. anon how did you know this type of prompt is exactly my cup of tea <33

It's not fair.

You did everything right. You saved the grove, the Tieflings, the Druids, the gnomes, the city, and even those who did not deserve saving, you always came to their aid. You've slayed gods, mind flayers, githyanki, even a bloody elder brain. And now, finally, after so long, with the brain having been defeated, and nothing but pure bliss occupying your headspace, you think you finally have time to relax.

Instead, you're reeled over the bathroom sink, eyes blurry from how much your body seems hellbent on making you miserable.

Ah, you remember. No matter what you've done for others, no matter what you've sacrificed, you're reduced to nothing but a sick patient. One that has no hope for a cure.

The months spent with little to do with your illness has left it to come back tenfold, and now all you can do is grovel on the bathroom floor, head in your hands as you understand that this is all you were meant to amount to. In the end, you were always destined to rot away by yourself and succumb to this gods forsaken disease. You are no hero. This is what you truly are---the pitiful remains of someone who longed for more.

The weeks following the defeat of the elder brain are filled with mournful streets for those who lost their lives and the joyous laughter of those who live on for them. Celebration--though it's difficult with half the taverns having collapsed in the battle--is not out of the ordinary. Strangers and friends alike come together every night, singing praises to whichever gods they worship. Your companions are no exception.

But each and every time, you deny their offers. You've become quite skilled at making up excuses about feeling tired, about having errands to run, or having loose ends to tie up. In reality, you're a coward. Despite the trust they put in you, you cannot provide it back--not in matters like this. Not when you've all been through so much, just for your own journey to amount to nothing.

It's not like you haven't known about this disease. You knew your death was imminent. But now, after experiencing just a fraction of what life has to offer, you no longer want to let go.

It's just not fair.

For what seems to be the millionth time this week, you hear someone knock at your door. Whichever one of your companions it is, you don't bother taking a step from your bed, face still planted into your sheets. You don't have the energy to move, and the useless healing herbs scattered across the room don't exactly hide your secret. So instead of standing, you bury your face deeper into your bed.

"You can't stay in there forever."

You flinch as you realize it's a voice you've dreaded hearing. One that invokes so much love yet fear as you remember that if you see him right now, it might be your last. And you don't want that. Not at all.

"I don't know what we've done to make you push us away like this," he says through the door, and your fist tightens in front of your chest. "But this is getting ridiculous, darling. You have to come out eventually."

You remain silent.

"Gods, just--" he stops, and you can hear the hesitance in his voice. You swear it almost cracks a little. "--Have I done something wrong?"

At this, you're suddenly on your feet, rushing to push yourself against the door, but unwilling to open in. "No, Astarion, you haven't done anything wrong. Don't you dare think that way."

You can hear him shift. "Then why do you avoid me? The others, I can understand, but me?...I mean, I thought we were more than that..."

"We are, it's just..."

"Just what?"

The final thread of your resolve snaps, and you reach toward your lock. Your hand falters for a moment, but you eventually open the door slowly. And if the way his face falls tells you anything, you must look absolutely dreadful.

"Oh, my sweet, what's happened to you?" he whispers, his eyes widening even more when he sees the mess of your home behind you. The clothes all over the floor, the blinds shut despite there being no sunlight to shield from, the healing potions and herbs messily tossed around...you'd feel ashamed if you weren't so tired already.

"...Are you sick?" he steps inside, taking his time to take in the state of what you call home. When you don't answer, he whips around to you, alarmed. "You're sick. Is it a cold? Flu?"

You shake your head, sick of having to lie to the one person you don't want to deceive. "It's a long story."

"I'm undead, darling. I have all the time in the world."

"It's not a very nice story."

"If I wanted a nice story, I'd be listening to a bard someplace else," he says, and you feel your eyes bubble with tears as he steps closer. "What's happened?"

The words spill out like vomit, and you're soon telling him what's been weighing on you for so long. You find yourself sliding down to the ground, and he goes with you, letting you grasp desperately at the sleeves of his shirt while you tell him everything. You can barely breathe with how fast your talking but you're afraid you won't say everything if you get any slower. The entire time, he just stares at you, his arms circled around you, and only when you're done does his gaze finally flicker.

"...Surely, there must be a cure." He's suddenly glancing around the entire room, at pieces of herbs. "Surely, at least one of these would--"

"None of them work, Astarion."

"Then we can find the finest healers in the city--we can even go back to that damn druid, and ask him."

"I've tried."

"Well, you haven't tried hard enough, obviously, if you haven't found a bloody cure!"

You give him one hard look--one with dark bags under your eyes and a weariness that stretches on for weeks--and his temper seems to cool. His shoulders slump, but he reaches for your hand, rubbing his thumb against your skin. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just felt so weak," you whisper. "I didn't want you to think that too."

Immediately, his eyes harden, and he takes both sides of your face in his hands. "No. I don't think you're weak, and that's not going to change. You've proven yourself more than I can count, and I know you enough to know that you can't let it end like this, love. You can't leave like this."

"Astarion..."

He shakes his head. "I won't let this take you from me. There have been too many opportunities for us to lose each other, and we've overcome them all. We'll just do it again. We'll go to the most skilled healers in Faerun. We'll go to all of them if we have to, and we'll start tomorrow."

You can feel yourself tear up again, and he kisses your tears away while you sob in his arms.

"I'll save you," he mumbles against your temple. "Even if it's the last thing I do."

[rozugold]

Ok ramble time

Ok imagine you’re Tubbo. You just got your distant brother figure and your bestie off that damn mountain, though not in the most ideal way (I will make those comics eventuallyyy)

But that’s beside the point. You saved your best friend! You did something right for once! Except sike! your best friend hates you now, and you kind of hate him too (you let him know as much) then you guys stop talking. Which is fine, i mean, it’s not like he was your entire world.

You return to Snowchester! It’s a ghost town, obviously. There’s a memorial of you, decorated with fresh flowers and dusty knick knacks. The flowers are from Ranboo, he’s pretty sweet. He’s also been the one to upkeep your town while you were gone. You hang out with them a lot, they’re the only one who sticks around these days. They’re pretty sweet.

You try to go back to doing the things you did before you died. There’s those nukes you never finished making, so you work on them. And you work on them. And you work on them. And you get nothing done. Your brain feels scattered and far away, it’s impossible to focus. So you give it a break, you can afford to. It’s pretty safe these days with Dream gone, you know because you keep tabs on everyone on the server. There’s some strange things going on here and there but nothing too concerning. You hang out with Ranboo more.

Ah fuck, you two find a baby. It’s a piglin, infected but not fully zombified as it has enough thought to run up to you two for help. So you take it back to snowchester and give it potions to stop the infection. Ranboo is worried it won’t work, you tell him it probably won’t. But you reassure him that if it doesn’t, you’ll take it back to the nether to let it “live” out the rest of it’s days. (Do zombies live?) Ranboo spends the night in your attic with the piglin. He’s pretty sweet. Regardless you tell him to not keep his hopes up too high.

Next morning, it worked! You “dub thee Michael!” Ranboo is relieved. There’s a kid living in your house now.

There’s a kid living in his house now. The timeline becomes unclear at this point since I’m still figuring it out. But now that Michael is in the picture Tubbo starts getting worried. He realizes he has no way of protecting him. Maybe the syndicate come visit Snowchester and that shocks him into thinking about the nukes again. And so Tubbo starts throwing himself into projects again. And it starts getting ✨bad ✨

Honestly, It’s been really fun figuring out how Tubbo deteriorates because everything is so internal with him compared to Tommy. It’s obvious with Tommy, you could see him visibly fall apart (think his exile skins, he stops feeding himself, he doesn’t care when he takes damage) But with Tubbo it isn’t so obvious, atleast not right away. Sure his eye bags get darker and he stares off into space for a little too long. But he still looks put together. (Habitable maybe. Or a learned skill.)

Maybe he eventually gets the nukes working but they’re not as successful as he wanted them to be and that guts him. He takes it as another failure. What if he’s just cursed? Is everything he cares about forever doomed to feel like holding water in his hands? What is wrong with him?

I’m gonna share a song and explain this next part using its lyrics because I’m so ILL over it, it’s the most di!tubbo song ever. Throw on …Well, better than the alternative by Will Wood 👍

Tubbo’s feelings towards Michael is complicated… He absolutely loves him to death but he’s really apprehensive about being a dad. He has this fear that he’s going to somehow corrupt Michael and or fail to keep him safe. So he ends up becoming emotionally distant from him and at his worst he gives him up completely to Ranboo.

I think Ranboo and Tubbo get married as a joke at first. But Ranboo continues to love him so unconditionally and honestly and Tubbo catches a crush, which is absolute HELL for him at first sjdhdj. I imagine him being arospec so this crush is a completely new and surprising feeling and he doesn’t know how to handle it. So he doesn’t, and keeps playing it as a joke even as their relationship develops.

Also the repeat of “everybody’s up on everybody’s business” is very fitting for describing the server. There’s things to be developed here I just haven’t yet… I’m just thinking about the possibilities like the egg, the syndicate, las nevadas… hmmm

This song is begging to be made into an animatic because I can imagine Tubbo screaming at Tommy during this part. He was just trying to help the best way he could… yet things still end badly, and everyone ends up hurt… di!clingy oh di!clingy, they’re such a mess. A bitter, angry, grieving mess. Wait ok i wasn’t planning on writing grieving there but then my next thought was “who are they grieving?” EACH OTHER. THEY’RE GRIEVING EACH OTHER. o(-(

Ok that’s it. Phew that was a lot of writing. Here’s some drawings for your time

[rowdyluv]

Dear Luke

authors note: if you haven’t yet please read “is your brother Luke?” Parts one & two, before continuing. They are the kick off of the AU.

Summary: Lyla writes Luke a letter about what she wanted for him with Lillian if he were to ever receive the letter she was writing.

Warning: this is an “if you’re reading this” style ‘letter’ to Luke, so it is written as if OC expected to die, discusses/mentions abandoning child, mentions illness, ex urging to move on, i believe that is all. This is also meant to be “scattered brained” as Lyla isn’t supposed to be writing a letter like this after she just had a baby. She’s supposed to be spending time with her little one.

Dear Luke,

If you’re reading this, then my parents have already broken their own hearts and handed her over to you. I made them promise to me that if I passed away they would come find you. Lillian deserves to be with her daddy.

I played a lot of your interviews for her and old videos I had of us, so she knows your voice and face. She shouldn’t be too scared of you when she sees you. I always hung on to hope that you would come back to me. I wanted her to know you for when that time came..

The last thing I ever wanted to do was abandon the most perfect baby girl ever. But sometimes the cards you’re dealt end up having a card where you’re chronically ill with something that eventually gets you. I have faith in you that you’ll take her and give her the life she deserves.

Lillian Wren Hughes is everything we ever talked about for us. She is a funny, happy, giggly, and kind baby. I’m glad you get to experience her firsts. Her first tooth coming in and falling out, her first steps, first word, first heartbreak. I’m happy she has you, but you need to have someone too.

Luke, I know you will struggle with this but, it is okay to go out and date someone. Lillian will need a mother figure, outside of your mom. One thing I want from you other than your care for our baby girl is to find someone someday that might actually treat you well. Not someone who uses you for who you are. You need someone who loves you for you.

Last thing of this rambled on, no good emotional tear spotted letter, Lillian has a favorite rabbit. If she is inconsolable, sick, or won’t go down for sleep give it to her and hold her head next to your heart. She will calm down and fall asleep in minutes. (Kind of like someone else I know)

Love,

your Ly

[cinnamonbear22]

oblivious love (c.s x reader)

chapter 3

go read the first two parts :)

tw

fem!reader, substance use, underaged, suggestive, fluff, slight harassment

"what if you did these pants with this shirt?" i held up one of the several pairs of pants scattered across matt's bed, as well as a button down i took from his closet. "i think that's the best option"

"yeah, it looks good" he approved finally after showing him at least twenty different outfit combinations he could do.

"finally" i set down the clothes he wanted to wear away from all the other clothing on the bed, and started to put away the other options.

"thank you" he got up from his bed and started to help me put away the array of clothing.

"you're welcome" i smiled up at him while hanging his button up shirts. "if i took a nap would you make sure im up?"

"for sure" he nodded as we finally got the last bit of clothing neatly set away. "you're tired? didn't you just go out to eat?"

"that's why i'm so tired" i rubbed my exposed belly gently, which caused him to laugh a little.

"(y/n)!" nicks voice boomed from downstairs. "where are you?"

i turned back and looked at matt, who looked slightly annoyed. "does he have to be so loud all the time?"

"of course" i smiled and started to head towards the door. "i'm going to watch t.v. if you wanna join me?"

"i will in a bit" he ran his fingers through his hair. "i better shower"

"ill see you down there" i closed matt's door behind me and walked down the steps, looking for nick. he was in the living room on his laptop, the t.v. had a basketball game on while he was typing away. "you're watching the game?" i asked him as i sat down closely to him on the couch.

"no, it was left on from someone earlier" he looked over at me while he had a blanket draped across his back.

"what are you doing?" i reached over and grabbed another blanket, quickly cuddling up in it and leaned against nick.

"editing this stupid video" his eyes focused on the screen which displayed the three of them in matt's car. "you can change the channel, i'm not watching this" he handed me the remote as i watched him cut down clips. once i changed the station and got more comfortable on the couch, i tried my hardest to stay awake.

nick ended up putting his laptop to the side saying he needed a break, and together we both watched a silly reality t.v. show. we'd make comments here and there and laugh, but my eyes were fighting terribly. eventually i gave in, resting my eyes peacefully and letting myself sleep.

~

"both of you need to get up!" matt's voice frightened my peaceful slumber, as well as a shake on the arm. "i've been trying for like.." he paused as i brought my hands up to my eyes and rubbed them slightly. "ten minutes"

"alright, alright" nicks voice next to me grumbled irritatedly. now that i was fully awake, i realized that me and nick both fell asleep on the couch. my head was still leaned against his side as his feet were propped on the autumn in front of him.

"what time is it?" i sat up and stretched my arms, my senses waking up slowly.

"four thirty-ish" he looked at his phone and sighed. "we're leaving at seven"

"shit..." i threw the blanket off me and quickly stood up in a frenzy.

"you have two and a half hours to get ready" nick got up as well, sort of mocking me that i needed so much time.

"i need all two and a half" i giggled and quickly turned around the couch, heading into my room.

"i'll be in your room in a bit" nick raised his voice as he headed up the steps into his room.

i went to the bathroom and quickly did my skincare before applying the makeup. suddenly i felt like i was in rush, the two and a half hours did not seem like enough time whatsoever.

but i didn't rush my makeup, i took my time with a slightly smokey black eye with a little eyeliner. nick ended up coming to my room halfway through my routine dressed in a white dress shirt with a navy tie that matched perfectly with his pants. he sat on the bathroom sink as we talked back and forth while getting ready.

i decided to leave my hair natural for the event, brushing my fingers through the few knots i had and my face and hair were done after an hour. "what do you think?" i looked over at nick, who was still sitting on the bathroom counter.

"i think you're stunning as always" he looked up from his phone with a little smile, making me smile as well.

"i'm so nervous for some reason" i walked out of the bathroom and went over to the dress that was still draped on the office chair. "i'm not going to know anyone and just be weird and follow you guys everywhere"

"i think you'll recognize some people" nick sat down on the edge of the bed. "you know, you just have to be yourself and everyone you'd talk to is going to love you"

"thank you" i covered my heart and gave him a little hug as he sat limp on the bed. "you're the best"

"i know" he was snarky as he patted my arm in a comforting way. as i changed he covered his eyes like a child, constantly reassuring me that he wasn't peaking, and there's no way he would ever want to. it made me laugh, but once i was changed into the silky black material he helped me tie the back. "god you look amazing!" he screamed and waved his hands with excitement, making me giggle and stare at myself in the mirror.

he stood next to me in the mirror and we both admired ourselves and each other. "we look great" i fixed my hair before slightly posing. nick pulled out his phone with the camera up, so i posed next to him with arm resting on his shoulder and my head tilted. he posted it to his story with the caption, 'my best friend is hotter than urs'

"are you guys almost ready?" chris yelled from what seemed to be the living room.

"yes one second!" nick yelled back as he picked up the black stilettos and handed them to me.

"thank you" i smiled and slid them on my feet, adjusting the straps around my ankles so they'd fit perfect.

i grabbed my phone and lipgloss before following nick out into the main living area where both matt and chris were standing with their backs faced to us on their phones. "everyone hold the applause please, no flash photography" nick announced jokingly while we entered the room, almost as if we were being presented at an award ceremony.

once they turned around, both of their faces had the same exact expression like they were mirrored. both their jaws dropped with joy filled in their eyes and they quickly started throwing compliments at me. "stop my face is going to turn beet red" i held my hands over my cheeks with a big smile. matt was in the outfit i had helped picked out, a black dress shirt with slim khaki-colored dress pants with a popped collar, and black shoes. chris on the other hand clearly got his way, all dressed in black. black dress shirt, black pants, black shoes, and even a black tie.

as we waiting for our uber to arrive, chris and nick wanted us to make a few tik toks all dressed up and of course we did, all of them not really serious at all and us just messing around and showing off our outfits.

matt got a notification that our uber was here, and quickly we headed out towards the door. chris lingered behind me as i trailed behind matt and nick. "i just wanted to seriously let you know you look absolutely gorgeous" he bent down and talked quietly near my ear as we walked into the driveway.

"thank you" i turned my head up and smiled at him, taking notice of his gold jewelry. "you don't wear gold" my finger lightly touched his earring, then his necklace.

"we're really matching now" he smiled and fixed his gold chain, but he quickly held his hand out as we approached the steps.

"you're adorable" i held his hand gently while walking down the cement stairs. matt was already holding the back door for me of the uber. truly, it was princess treatment all around.

i slid into the suv and was a little smooshed in between nick and matt, chris sat in the front and politely was making conversation with the driver. the venue was about twenty to twenty-five minutes away according to the gps, which that gave me plenty of time for my nerves to start shaking up with the amount of overthinking that could be done.

which, unfortunately, that whole car ride was just filled with me thinking about how terrible this night could possibly go. i'm basically just going to be an annoying leech to them because i won't be comfortable with anyone else there. everyone else there, they're all strangers to me. they're probably going to have a ton of people and friends to catch up with, and i'll just be awkwardly there, burdening them.

"what is your issue?" nick tapped my hands that were subconsciously twisting the rings around each of my fingers. "your face is so pale now, you look sick... you're not sick are you?"

"no, no" i quickly felt all the boys eyes on me when nick said that, concern washed over each of their similar faces. "no i'm okay" i waved my hands slightly to try to get all of their attention off of me.

"you're not going to be bothering us at all (y/n)" matt placed his hand on my knee in a consoling way, all of them verbally agreeing with him.

"we literally invited you to come with us, we want you to be with us" chris joined in with the reassurance, and suddenly my nerves were feeling calmer. im not sure how they could always read my mind, but they were always keen to seeing right through me like a translucent sheet. "you've never been a bother to us before, why is now any different?"

"well, i don't know" i shrugged and looked over at nick considering chris's eyes were giving me too much butterflies for right now.

"see, you're overthinking, relax" nick squeezed his hand over both of mine, making me smile a little

"sorry" i sighed and started to nervously fix my hair, trying to get my mind so heavily off the subject.

"don't be, we're going to have so much fun" nicks overall vibes completely lifted me up, his presence to me was completely calming now and i felt so much more relaxed, and now actually excited to go.

after another ten minutes, we slowed down in front of a large club venue where many people were walking in, and loud music was already blasting to where i could hear it inside the car. we all thanked the driver before matt slid out first, holding the door open for me and nick.

my heart started to race a little with seeing the flowing crowd of recognizable people walk in, all seeming to be popular on social media and content creators. there were hardly any windows that could peer into the inside, but it was easy to see the bright flashing multicolored lights spilling out of the doorway as people entered.

i didn't even notice matt and nick walking ahead of me since i was too busy staring at the venue. "you ready?" chris's voice slightly startled my trance, i didn't even realize he was waiting for me.

"yeah" i looked up at him and nodded, the setting sun made him look like he was glowing, and his eyes were accented with the rays. "i still can't believe you got gold jewelry" my fingers reached up and i touched the gold stud earring, my heart racing more from him instead of the crowd.

"what? i had to match" he started to walk now, and i quickly followed next to him. we lost nick and matt within the large sea of people that we were approaching, but we weren't too worried considering we were all going to the same place.

"i feel like there's legit going to be a million people here" i looked around at all the people dressed nicely, thinking of how easy it would be for me to get separated within the crowd.

"it's okay," chris reached down and grabbed my hand before maneuvering through some people to try to get in. "i'm not going to let you out of my sight" he read my mind once again, and i was quick to tighten my grip around his big hand as we were close to the door.

we had to check in with a bouncer since this was a 'private event' even though the whole world seemed to be here. the club was loud, music blasting, people talking, dancing, drinking, everything that would be happening at a club scene was going down before my eyes.

i pulled my hand out of chris's, immediately thinking about the girl he was telling me about. "we probably shouldn't be holding hands" i talked loudly over the music but only so he could hear.

"why not?" he bent down to my level so we could hear each other more clearly.

"that girl you like is here, i don't wanna mess that up" he snaked his arm around my waist and leaned his ear down to me as i spoke, people slightly bumped into us as the scene became more packed by the second.

"you-" chris was cut off by nick and matt, nick quickly linked his arm with mine and yelled down to me.

"lets go get a shot! let's go dance! come on" he dragged me away and i looked behind me at chris who looked a little bit shocked at how quickly i was taken away from him.

"you don't think they'll id?" i held onto nicks arm tightly as we walked through a group, people greeted him from left and right. 

"no, it's an open bar" he shouted back down at me. once we approached the bar nick ordered us both shots, well, he ordered us each two shot's. i wasn't complaining, i did love to party, but the whole process of getting ready, arriving, and warming up the event was always nerve racking to me. we downed both the shots quickly, the strong taste making my face cringe slightly and my sense all the more aware.

as we made our way to the dance floor, nick decided to take me around and introduce me to some of his friends. most of them even recognized me from being in older videos and i was flushed by compliments from everyone he introduced me too. everyone was polite and sweet, and i tried the best i could to be just as respectful. i didn't want my small reputation to get ruined.

"should we take more shots?" nick looked down at me with a devious look in his eyes, and i couldn't say no.

after an hour i completely settled into the party, my confidence was peaking from all the compliments i received from nicks friends, and the alcohol was doing its work, turning me into a complete social butterfly.

i wasn't afraid to talk to anyone, dance, walk around by myself (even though nick was always following), and i didn't even feel insecure when someone would take our photo. i felt like i was on top of the world. although, i hadn't seen matt or chris in awhile and i had felt the urge now to go and hunt them down. i looked around for nick but i seen he was in a small group talking. i didn't want to disturb him.

i started to walk away from the dance floor that i had been living on, feeling a little woozy from all the drinks. not to add the flashing lights making it harder to see. "excuse me!?" i began to tap on random people's shoulders, hoping i would find them sooner. "have you seen a group of triplets?" a tall, messy blonde haired boy turned to face me with a drink in his hand.

"i'm sorry?" he cocked a brow, giving me a small up-down look with his eyes.

"i'm sorry" i threw my hands up in defense. "i'm looking for my friends" i looked over my shoulder and then back at him. "they're like," my words felt all mumbled in my mouth, and i began to heat up and sweat more than i already was. "they all look the exact same!" i stumbled over my words a little as the tall boy just laughed down at me.

"the sturniolo's?" he smirked, his brow still cocked a little with confusion.

"yes!" i nodded quickly, my fingers subconsciously playing with the rings that decorated my fingers. "do you know where they are? i seriously can't find them. chris, matt, where are they?"

"you're their friend that pops up in a few videos yeah? (y/n)?" he ignored my question, but i was a little more surprised at the moment that he had known who i was.

"y-yes" i slurred, nodding my head excitedly. "i can't believe you knew my name, that's really sweet of you"

"would you like to get a drink with me?" he reached down and grabbed my fidgeting hand. as his hand held mine, i had instantly felt negative energy coming off of him.

"no, no, i think i had a little too much" i pulled my hand quickly away from him but he only stepped a little closer. "i really need to find my friends"

"come with me ill help you look" he slightly cocked his head to the side towards the door, reaching down once again and taking ahold of my now clammy hands.

"no, i think i can find them, im sorry to bother you" i quickly turned around but was stopped by him grabbing my wrist and pulling me back towards him.

"c'mon" his eyes were hard as he looked down at me. fear overtook my body as i instantly froze, afraid to move or deny him. he was much, much taller than me, definitely stronger than me. i could get hurt if i didn’t listen to him, but i didn’t want to. i felt stuck.

"i-i-" i tried to sputter out, but my words seemed to be taken right out of my mouth when i had felt someone else's hand gently on my waist.

"is there a problem?" chris's voice and touch had quickly sent a whole wave of relief through my body, the guy instantly dropped my hand once he had seen chris's holding the small of my back.

"no man, she's drunk and really wouldn't get off me" the guy quickly defended himself with a lie, my eyes darted up to chris's. the soft, glowing blue eyes that i had seen earlier had disappeared into an cold, piercing stare at the guy in front of me. "you have to control your girl"

"will do" chris guided my waist away from the guy, and we both quickly started to leave the crowded area.

"chris i wasn't on him" i swallowed hard as a few booths came into my vision, but that was quickly blurred by my watering eyes.

"i know you weren't" he chuckled softly and let me slide into the booth first before he sat down right next to me. "are you okay?" his eyes softened now once we made eye contact, his fingers gently brushed hair away from my face.

"yes, i was just trying to look for you guys and asking people where you were and i just really had an urge to see you" i covered my face with my hands, my emotions spilling out all at once. i felt as if i had a motormouth.

"how much did you drink?" he pulled my hands away from my face so we could look at each other, his eyes were still extremely gentle and calming through the vivid flashing lights.

"i-i don't even know!" i cried softly, but he started to laugh a little. "don't laugh at me" i crossed my arms and side eyed him, now truly feeling embarrassed.

"i'm sorry, i'm not laughing at you i swear" he threw his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into him, letting my intoxicated self cry on his shoulder. "don't cry please," he brought his hand up to my face and wiped off the tears with his thumb.

i pulled my head off his shoulder and was about to say something, but i was immediately caught in his eyes. everything seemed to replay in my head, from us being children, teenagers, and us now as young adults. he was always dragging me around, letting me cry on his shoulder, taking care of me. the soft purple light on him made it a little hard for me to see, but i knew exactly what i was looking at. his hand on my cheek wiping away my tears, the safe and comforting feelings i got from him… i was looking at my person.

but i had interrupted my own daydream by pushing his hand away from my face, and i wiped off my own tears. "i don't want that girl to get the wrong impression incase she see's" i swallowed the brick in my throat, taking a deep breath and straightening my posture that was slightly leaning towards him.

"she won't" chris seemed slightly offended when i had pulled away, the same facial expression he had given me earlier today when i dropped his hand. "c'mon, want to meet her?" he started to get up without my answer, so i was inclined to go but the major knots piling up in my stomach did not want me to. i had to act like i was unbothered as we weaved through people, his hand reaching back and grabbing ahold of my wrist so i didn't get lost. we were now near the back of the club, where the bathrooms and mirrors were placed along the walls where only a few people lingered in and out. "okay are you ready?" he asked, turning around to face me and i felt my stomach churn. i was definitely going to vomit now if i didn’t before.

"yep" i nodded, and he looked over his shoulder into the crowd.

"close your eyes i want it to be a surprise" he smiled gently but i couldn't even reciprocate the smile back. i closed my eyes anxiously as my throat began to dry up. in this moment, i wanted to do nothing but run away before i seen her. she was going to be stunning, i already knew it. there was no way i would ever compare to her, and i didn't even know who she was. "okay no peeking" he placed his hands over my already closed eyes, and began to softly push me into a different direction. "okay she's near.." he guided me with him to wherever we were walking, but quickly stopped. "okay, okay... she's right here so be my wingman okay?"

"yes okay just uncover my eyes" the snarky tone accidentally slipped, but i didn't even want to uncover my eyes. my heart raced as i felt his hand come off of my eyes but my eyes were still glued shut. i took a small breath to stabilize myself physically and mentally, and slowly peeled open my eyes.

as my vision came into focus, i was standing right in front of myself. "she's so beautiful yeah?" we stared at each other through the reflection of the mirror, my stomach instantly went empty. but not in a bad way.

"stop messing around" i turned to him and hit his chest, my eyes quickly started to look around the empty area for another girl. "if you're messing around you know it's not funny" i looked at him with angry furrowed brows, shaking my head. "chris you know it's not funny to mess with an intoxicated person"

"(n/n) stop" he was still smiling with a blush spread across his face. "i'm serious" he pursed his lips together as he stared sternly down at me. "you are the girl at the party that i am so crazy about but i am so scared of what you are going to say" his face stayed affectionate and serious but his body language was extremely timid. my heart was pounding, pounding louder than my head and the music blaring around us.

it was hard for me to speak. every ounce of knowledge i had was completely gone and my mind only was consuming the words that had just been said to me. my face was quick to change from the angry, confused, tensed muscles and completely softened. my senses were somewhat coming back to me. "you're not lying?" my tone of voice changed as my eyes peered directly into his. i felt like i couldn't even move or breathe.

"no" he swallowed hard, stepping back a little. "you're not giving me a positive response" he scratched the back of his head and looked down at the floor. i've never seen him so shy... "i know that me admitting this could ruin everything between us, everything between my brothers, but i just couldn't hold it back anymore" his eyes looked at me through his lashes but quickly back down at the floor.

confidence and boldness strung along heavy through my veins now, my whole entire heart feeling like it's been lifting up to the sky. "chris" i reached for his hand and pulled him near me so he could hear me better over the loud music. "did i not make it completely obvious?" i began to laugh at myself a little, his face quickly lifting up with a smile. "chris you have no idea" my hands then reached up and cupped his face which was now smiling widely. "oh my god…" i sighed with relief, quickly pulling him down to me and hugging his neck tightly. "you have no idea how much i adore you and how completed i feel when you're with me" he pulled away from me and i rested my hands on his chest gently. "and how much i think of you and want you and need you and how special and handsome and-" i cut myself off from rambling, the words spewing right out of my mouth as he looked down at me with the most pure eyes. "i've always felt so connected with you in a way that i've never felt with anyone else, and i don't think i will ever feel this with another soul"

"i'm sorry i told you in a blaring club. it's not as romantic" he bent down to my ear, slightly snaking his arm around my waist and pulling me in closer to him.

"you could've told me this in a landfill and i would still be just as thrilled" i couldn't help but wrap my arms around him again, hugging him closely to me. "thank you for telling me" i quickly kissed his cheek before resting my head back on his shoulder, enjoying his embrace.

"thank you for not turning me down" he rubbed small circles on my back, but i quickly pulled away knowing i would get too comfortable and just want to be cuddled up with him.

"everyone is going to get suspicious" i smiled up at him, which his face was still pink with now a lipstick kiss stained on his cheek. "oh im sorry," i covered my mouth as i began to laugh a little.

"what? what?" he started to frantically fix his hair, wipe his face, and adjust his chain.

"no, no you look fine it's just i accidentally left a lipstick stain on your cheek" i reached my hand up to wipe it but he pulled his head away.

"no, keep it" he stood proudly now, making me extremely worked up. "let them be suspicious" he said boldly, making my cheeks heat up. he placed his hand on my waist before guiding us out into the more open areas with still the mass floods of people swarmed everywhere.

the next few hours were spent on the dance floor with chris, drinking a lot, and just letting ourselves loose almost as if we were celebrating. it felt like no one else was in the room with us as we danced together, laughing, being slightly intimate, and it was great not having to rethink about my actions since i had gotten the confirmation. his hands would rest upon my hips as i swayed to the music, alcohol was extremely pungent in our breaths whenever we'd speak to each other, but it just enhanced the moment even more.

we took many photos together, from people with professional cameras to spending about fifteen minutes in the photo booth giggling and posing, everything just felt perfect.

third person

"we should probably go find them" nick looked over at matt who was sitting near him on a stool. "our uber is going to be here soon right?"

"yeah, it's going to be hell though looking for them through this" matt narrowed his eyes towards nick, nicks stomach dropping at the look in his eyes. "you didn't let her drink did you?" matt asked with heavy concern, nicks face almost going pale.

"i didn't let her she did on her own" nick lied, slightly afraid of his brother.

"great" matt stood up from the stool and rubbed his mouth, quickly scanning his eyes through the room for any sight of chris and (y/n). "she's with chris though right?" matt asked for slight reassurance, which nick nodded feverishly. "the ubers close let's get them" and they both started to venture through the club.

it wasn't hard to find them, because they were back on the dance floor together and it was as if they were the center of attention. "oh my god" nick mumbled and covered his mouth out of embarrassment. chris and (y/n) were both dancing in a non-embarrassing way, but the way they were slightly touchy with each other almost sent nick through the roof. "did he tell her?" nick gasped next to matt as they both watched.

"yeah he said he was going to tonight" matt couldn't help but to smile at the two. both nick and matt knew that they deserved each other, and finally, it was out.

"well, he shouldn't be doing that here! that's going to get on the media so quick with all these people!" nick slightly panicked and rushed onto the floor, matt following closely behind him. "hey, guys we gotta go" nick spoke quickly, grabbing both (y/n) and chris by their arms and trying to drag them out.

"oh come on, we just got here nick" (y/n) was very drunk, and it had been known once nick got a whiff of her breath and she could barley even stand when he dragged them.

"our uber is going to be here soon, we have to go" nick got stern with the two of them, but each of them refused to go with him and planted their feet as if they were rooted to the ground.

"c'mon just a little longer" chris pleaded, his neck tie hung loose around his neck with his collar open now, looking a bit disheveled from when he first arrived.

"don't tell me you're drunk too" nick rubbed his eyes in a stressful manner, looking over at matt for backup.

"i don't want to go yet" (y/n) crossed her arms like a child and began to step back into the dance floor, but quickly nick grabbed her hand and yanked her back.

"alright," nick tried to drag his friend along once again, but she didn't move. "fine" he let go of her hand and in a few swift movements, she was being thrown over his shoulder and carried out.

"hey!" she giggled loudly and slapped his back as his arm securely held her waist, his other arm dragging chris along. "nicolas!" she cried out, laughing with every single step he took.

"can you take him please" nick handed his brother to matt, and they were quick to move towards the exit. a few photos were being taken of the group causing nick got extreme second hand embarrassment for his intoxicated best friend, hoping she wouldn't remember because he knew how embarrassed she would be.

"nick!" she was consumed with laughter as he irritatedly pushed open the door, the fresh, brisk air nipped at her bare skin as the wind gently blew her hair.

"you are acting crazy!" nick grabbed her waist with both of his hands and set her down gently on the concrete sidewalk. "sober up or you're gonna get in trouble!" nick scolded her quietly through his teeth, almost as if he were parenting her.

"shut up" she crossed her arms with an overly dramatic eye roll, leaving nick in absolute shock.

"you did not just talk back to me" he now jokingly shot back at her, biting his knuckles with raised brows. "please get back over here" he snagged her hand as she started to slightly wonder off away from them.

"where is chris?" (y/n)'s eyes grew extremely sad, her whole entire face now dropping as her lips turned into a frown. "where is he?" she was so unaware of her surroundings, she couldn't even comprehend he was right behind her, standing closer to matt.

"right here, dumbass" nick grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to face the other brothers who was standing behind them.

"don't call me that" (y/n) frowned up towards nick, but was quick to start staring at chris. they locked eyes with each other, trying their best not to smile and giggle with just a gaze. she slowly began to walk towards him and he opened his arms, welcoming her without hesitation.

"you cannot be serious" nick blankly stared at the two, shaking his head with annoyance. "god stop p.d.a. is fucking killing me" he raised his voice with sass, making chris and matt chuckle a little. but (y/n) was just so unaware of her surroundings when she was held in chris's arms, the only thing thing that filled her ear was his heart and muffled voice, as well as the rhythmic pattern of his breathing.

"will we be home soon?" she asked into his chest with worry laced through her voice, which immediately perked all of their senses.

"what's wrong?" matt bent down to face her as she was nuzzled right up against chris's chest.

"i just really need to lay down" she was completely out of it, not even conscious of what she was saying at this point.

"we'll be back soon" matt laughed a little at how drunk she was, and chris was almost about to fall asleep standing up. "i swear they're both nodding off right now" matt placed his hand on chris's back to stabilize him, looking at nick with a bit of concern.

"how great will this be loading them into the car" nick nodded his head at the uber that pulled near to them, matt and nick both engaging with a stressed side eye.

"alright guys here we go" matt pushed chris, who also dragged (y/n) along into the van.

"i'm going to lose my fucking mind" nick rubbed his face while watching his two intoxicated friends slide into the vehicle.

matt sat in between chris and (y/n) in the very back seat, nick stayed in the middle row while both chris and (y/n) were obnoxiously loud. nick kept apologizing to the driver, who said he was quite used to this.

matt reached his arm around (y/n)'s shoulders, seeing that she kept slouching and leaning over to where she couldn't even sit up straight for a second. "get your hands off my girl" chris's words were extremely slurred, almost to the point that matt and nick could barley even make out what he said.

"what?" nick started to laugh back at them, matt now was growing irritated.

"you guys are fucking stupid" matt grumbled, pushing (y/n)'s head back lightly so it wasn't tilting down.

"no we aren't matty b" (y/n) pouted, the car ride quickly making her feel more dizzy than she was before.

"please keep your head up" he held her forehead with his two fingers, both matt and nick exchanging concerning looks.

"don't worry she'll be fine" nick tried waving off matt's worried expression. "it's not her first time around" nick rolled his eyes and looked back at the road. "we are not taking care of them when we get back"

"but nick-" matt's concerned voice was cut off instantly.

"they did this to themselves" nick was clearly agitated, but he didn't actually mean that. he would die for the both of them if he had to.

chapter 4?? ;)

[look-a-yandere-fandom-blog]

I would like something (hcs or else, whatever you can make out of it/feel like writing) for Dr. Stockill and a darling who is not eating.

Eiter because they decided to hunger strike as a form of protesting against him (totally terrible idea but not every darling is the sharpest tool in the shed heheh...) or because they are sick and that makes it hard for them/takes away apetite.

Hunger Pains | Headcanons

Dr. Stockill / Gender Neutral Reader

Fandom: The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls.

No Spoilers.

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Ambiguous yan - can be read as platonic or romantic.

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Content Warning: Hunger strikes, disordered eating, illness, brief mention of force feeding, brief mentions of animal/human death.

(If there’s anything else I need to add to these warnings, please let me know.)

Tysm for the ask anon! <3 I hope that this lives up to your request/expectations!!

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- It doesn’t take Stockill long to notice they’ve stopped eating.

- In the months, maybe years, that Stockill has known them, they have never displayed an avoidance of food to this degree.

- Despite his detachment, disgust, and apathy to almost everything around him, he is an observant man. Especially when it comes to his darling.

- Within a few days, the interrogations start.

- He begins questioning his darling; and the longer he goes without an answer, the more insistent he becomes...

- "Don't lie to me, I know something is wrong with you."

- Once he finally manages to get an explanation out of them, he's bewildered.

- This odd behaviour is out of spite? Some silly protest against him?

- Stockill believes that he treats his darling rather well, at least in comparison to the other inmates he oversees.

- His darling is given decent food and drink; dressed in clothes that keep out the asylum's chilling cold; and is kept close to the doctor whenever possible.

- Stockill even allows them to rest in the safety of his room, in his own bed (which is often unused due to his frequent neglect of sleep).

- And yet, they still fight him?

- They would prefer the bleak darkness of the asylum's wards, accompanied by nothing but filthy rats and those wretched whores, over staying with him?

- Even going so far as to starve themselves, just to prove a point?

- His darling begins to deteriorate... day by day. Their movements becoming slower, their thoughts foggier, their gaze more distant. All despite his attempts to reason with them.

- As he tries to rationalise it, his confusion gives way to anger.

- Convinced that his darling's behaviour must have been instigated by another, threats soon follow.

- "I swear, if you do not stop this idiotic demonstration... I will find whichever inmate placed the idea in your head, and I will make her suffer!"

- From here, there's only two ways that it can end:

- In one, his darling ceases their little hunger strike, giving into the doctor's demands. Whereupon things will return to how they were, and Stockill will limit their contact with others even more as a precaution.

- In the other ending, his darling continues. Until Stockill does something...

- Drastic.

- But, he would rather not resort to something as vile as force feeding, or harming their companions to threaten them into relenting...

- So, it would be wise for his darling to stop. After all, they don't want to have their friends' blood on their hands... do they?

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- Alternatively, if his darling’s lack of appetite is a result of sickness or some other affliction, he’s more…

- Well, he's not exactly sympathetic, but perhaps more understanding.

- Now, this is a problem for him to solve, a condition to be alleviated.

- He quickly sets himself to work: to find a cure for whatever is ailing them.

- There's a sudden influx of dead rats (and eventually dead patients) scattered throughout his laboratory, all in his attempt to cure this illness.

- But, with the limitations of victorian medicine, there's a good chance that Stockill's ventures will remain fruitless.

- If the illness becomes long-term, or is in fact some incurable/chronic condition, then Stockill will continue to seek for ways to lessen it.

- All the while, he will focus on keeping his darling healthy; maybe even neglecting his plague research until he is confident that their condition is stable.

- They won't be leaving Stockill's room for a long while... As he will insist they remain bedbound to avoid the affliction worsening.

- He would try to encourage his darling's appetite with more pleasant food than the asylum typically provides.

- "I recall you mentioning this dish. Something you enjoyed before you were sent... here."

- The costs for which are taken from the asylum's funds... but that is of no matter to him. His darling takes upmost priority.

- "Also, don't attempt to smuggle some to the other patients again. Yes, yes, I saw that. You are not nearly as sly as you think you are."

- He's almost considerate in this state.

- It's eerie.

- Incredibly eerie.

- But, all things considered, it's far from the worst situation his darling could be in.

- And as they fall asleep, curled up in Stockill's bed, the doctor watching them with a hawk-like gaze...

- They see the ever so faint, ever so unnatural, twist of his lips.

- A smile.

- "I will see you tomorrow, my dear..."

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[tuxedokit]

Tell me everything about Della Duck 👀

ILL TRY MY BEST BUT I WILL MOST CERTAINLY NOT SUCCEED!!!!! SHE IS SO COMPLEX AND VAST AND I wanna kiss her on he mouth I MEAN WHAT WHO SAID THAT

ok SO!!!! heres the tuxsys / luna infodumps about della duck post!!! this is my interpretation, uhhh yeah lets go

shes donald ducks twin sister, and mother of huey, dewey and louie duck. she is described as persustent, headstrong, bold... she would never let people tell her she couldnt do ghings just cause shes a girl. shes a pilot as well

shes not present in her sons lives, at least up until their canon ages of roughly 10 years old. in the older canons, it is simply left there, however eventually in one comic it was expanded upon and revealed that she is on the moon! i believe in this continuity she has no idea 10 years have passed, and is shown in one to only believe herself to have been away for 15 minutes. truly tragic, considering no one has the heart to tell her.

in ducktales 2017, thats where my expertise shines cause my autism show, she haunts the narrative for the entire 1st season, and is presumed to be dead. at the end of the season, it is revealed that her disappearance caused a major rift in scrooge and donalds relationship, with them going no contact from before the boys hatch up until the shows pilot. also, like before, shes on the moon. idk why im talking so formally.

the second season we finally get to meet della and she fucking rules. she reminds me of my mom personality wise, which computes to me as that is a woman who never got an adhd or autism diagnosis and very likely needed one. shes silly, shes brave, shes impulsive, shes reckless. she learned her uncle was making her a surprise rocket ship and stole it for a joyride before it was done. roughly a week before her kids hatched. i have thoughts about that, but thats for later or maybe another ask.

ANYWAY. evidently, stealing an unfinished rocket ship is a Bad Idea; it gets swept up in a cosmis storm and she crashes on the moon. her leg is pinned under some debris of her ship, and she is forced to amputate it. keep in mind she is Completely Alone. then she spends the next ten years, still alone, slowly trying to find a way home to her kids. she has a picture of her, scrooge, donald and the eggs taped up the the wall and she drew what she thinks her kids might look like on the back of it. she went from building SOS signs to trying to rebuild the ship herself (teaching herself ROCKET SCIENCE in the process)

shes in rhe final stretch and then she meets moon aliens who have been here the whole time and also have a thriving society and all the materials she would need to rebuild her ship. because of course theyve been right there the whole time. sure. ten years of solitude and theres been guys here the whole time. at least one of them is a hot butch like twice her height?

the moonlanders help her rebuild her ship and she finally gets to go home and see her family. donald is sent away until the finale because they dont want me to be happy /j fr tho the twins reunion was underwhelming but its wtv i can cope

the reunion of della and scrooge is magnificent though!! along with her meeting her kids <333 they spend a few scattered episodes briefly exploring how she missed so much of their lives and ultimately doesnt know how to be a mom, but theyre a family and theyll work to figure it out. they make like... 2 brief nods to how she spent a decade alone on the moon, but judging by the appearances of younger della in flashback stories, it seems as if shes nearly completely unaffected (i call bullshit but wtv. ill write it myself)

uhhh yeah! theres a LOT of details i didnt touch on this is just a brief synopsis

ALSO!!!! i think shes an aromantic lesbian AND shes my wife bc wheeeee

[olympeline]

You ever get struck with an idea for a multi-chapter, 100k+ word fic out of nowhere and you’re just: Damn, son, if only I had the free time to devote to bringing this word child into the world. It would be glorious

I was going about real life and I suddenly thought: #ScotFrUK #Enemies to Lovers #medieval kings and princes AU #Slow Burn #Angst With A Happy Ending. It would be so mmm *chef’s kiss* So good

Like, imagine it’s the early days of the Auld Alliance but it was much more of a big deal than in our world. To the extent that the king of France sends one of his sons to wed the Scottish king, Alasdair, to cement their pact against the English. Francis is reluctant, but obeys. Happily, he and Alasdair turn out to have what TV Tropes would call a Perfectly Arranged Marriage. A real opposites attract deal. They had to marry out of necessity, but soon neither would be with anyone else.

So, there’s the lovers. Where’s the enemy?

Arthur: 🫡

There we go. Arthur is a prince too. But, unlike Francis, he’s both an only child and the heir. Meanwhile Francis is a second or third son. Hence why he was sent away to wed sexy scotsmen instead of staying home to rule. Anyway, Arthur’s father is still alive, but old and sick and noone expects him to live much longer. Arthur comes back from leading England’s army on the continent and his Evil Uncle™ (who has been de facto king thanks to Arthur’s dad’s illness) immediately sends him north to Scotland. Deliberately misleading Arthur about the strength of Alasdair’s forces in the hopes of getting his nephew killed. Then Evil Uncle™ just has to wait for the old king to die and presto: England’s throne is his

So, Arthur and his men get fed some story about Scottish barbarians pillaging northern English villages and cross the border to try and break up this ragtag bandit hoard. Only to be met with the full force of the highlands army, led by the dreaded King Alasdair himself (gee, I wonder who could have tipped them off? Oh Evil Uncle™ you incorrigible scamp, you).

The English troops are badly outnumbered and are soon crushed and scattered. Those that aren’t killed are sent fleeing desperately for the border, Arthur among them. But he’s captured before he can get to safety and dragged before Alasdair. Arthur is smart enough not to reveal his true identity and manages to pass as a knight. Alasdair takes him back to his castle as a “gift” for his beloved Francis

See, despite their instant connection, Alasdair still worries life in the highlands isn’t enough for Francis. That his love will eventually tire of a life that’s more rugged and spartan than he’s used to. Tire and long to return to the rich splendour of France. Spoiler: he won’t. But Alasdair still worries and so gives his king consort a captive English manservant to torment. Hoping it will distract Francis from his (imagined) homesickness. Oh Alasdair, you silly soft headed twit. Francis doesn’t need distracting. Not when he has you ❤️

Either way, Arthur - still hiding his true identity - is presented to Francis. After that it’s the slow burn, enemies to lovers between all three of them. With plenty of ups and downs, and tension and drama (relationship and political) mixed in. Francis, still so in love with Alasdair, but sweating bullets over how attracted he is to Arthur. Alasdair, trying to quash his own attraction to their “guest” while also drowning in longheld feelings of inadequacy that are only getting worse. And Arthur wrestling with the guilt and self-loathing over the fact that he is indeed falling for his captors: the enemies of his people. Give me all that angst and drama and other good stuff! Pretty please

And pretty please also give me the eventual first sexy time. With royal husbands Alasdair and Francis seducing Arthur together, Arthur getting the full 👉👌👈 losing all his inhibitions, and loving every minute of it

Urggh. I want to write it. I really do. I shouldn’t, but I really, really want to

[raibebe]

Genre: angst, horror(?), hurt and a little comfort, a dash of fluff Words: 2.359 Prompt: vampire Chenle featuring vampire Jeno

Warnings: vampires (duh), non-graphic blood and gore, implied murder, mentions of religion, mentions of exorcism, mentions of illness, mentions of pregnancy, they kinda burn down a house...

Summary: Chenle still hasn't got the feeding part down and grows frustrated with himself when Jeno only keeps showing him kindness despite how much of a mess he is and how others have it all figured out...

A/N: Happy belated birthday to my baby! Yes, he still is kind of a mess but he's getting better, I promise!

Non betaed, we die like women who do not want to bother their friend over and over again...

It had happened again. Chenle hadn’t meant for it to happen. He had been so careful. It shouldn’t have happened. He had followed all the advice that he’d been given but still… “Lele…” “I didn’t mean to.“ He heaved out, carelessly rubbing the tears from his eyes with his bloodied hands, messing up his appearance even more. “I know you didn’t,” Jeno cut him off softly, carefully stepping over the bodies scattered around the fledgling. “I don’t know what happened,” Chenle cried, his hands digging into the woman lying over his lap, her unseeing eyes wide in horror. “It’s okay,” Jeno tried to soothe him, prying Chenle’s hands open so he could take them in his, “You’re still young.” “It’s not!” “Sssh, Lele. This is all new to you-“ “It’s been half a year! And I still- I just- Jeno I-“ 

“Breathe,” Jeno ordered firmly, dropping to his knees in front of Chenle and cupping his face between his palms to force him to look at him, “Take some deep breaths.” “I don’t have to breathe anymore! That’s the whole issue!” “Chenle-“ “And you aren’t even my real sire! This won’t work!” Instead of lashing out and forcing the younger one into submission, Jeno’s gaze only softened. “That doesn’t mean I care any less for you,” he spoke quietly, wiping Chenle’s tears of frustration with his thumbs. “That’s not the issue!” The younger argued, “I’m a monster, Jeno. I can’t control any of it!” “Lele~ We can work through this. We will work through this,” Jeno promised, tenderly kissing Chenle’s forehead. And somehow that gesture was what snapped Chenle out of his rage. Like a puppet whose strings had been cut, he sank into Jeno’s embrace. 

“Breathe.” “I don’t have to anym-“ “Doesn’t mean that it won’t soothe you any less. Come on,” Jeno slowly took a deep breath in and out and Chenle followed one breath at a time and while he focused on that and on Jeno’s gentle hand stroking his back and through his hair, he felt his head clear. The remaining bloodlust only became a small nagging voice in the back of his mind instead of a screaming monster and he felt like he could finally see colors other than red again. 

“I’m sorry for yelling,” he mumbled eventually, winding his arms around Jeno’s waist and squeezing him tightly. “I know how frustrating this can be but you’re so strong, Lele.” “Minhyung said he had it under control by now…” “Is that why you freaked out? Because of Minhyung?” “I just don’t understand why-“ “Every vampire is different. And you had a rough start,” Jeno explained slowly, “Fledglings usually don’t survive if their sire dies so shortly after their transition. They rely on the bond to even out their emotions and yours was severed not even a day into your transition.” “I know that. And I should rely on you and the others to help but- I just. I just black out. I don’t know what to do.” Chenle’s voice got smaller the longer he spoke, nothing more than a whisper at the end. “Lele, none of us were good at feeding right away. I’ve killed more people than I can count ever since I’ve been turned and Minhyung…” Jeno paused before he continued. “He should tell you his story yourself.” 

“Wow, you made a mess.” At the sound of a  new voice, Chenle shot up from the embrace, finding Minhyung standing in the doorway. “Did you do what I asked you to do?” Jeno cut off anything Chenle could have said, anger already swirling in his gut. “There is no one around and they haven’t noticed anyone missing yet,” the other confirmed. “Thank you,” his sire nodded. “I also brought new clothes.” “Take care of your brother, I’ll take care of this. There is a washroom in the back.” With that, Jeno gently nudged Chenle towards Minhyung, his eyes barely curving into crescents as he gave Chenle an encouraging smile. 

Chenle already knew what would happen next, it had happened one too many times already. He would get cleaned up and Jeno would set the house on fire, getting rid of all the evidence. Covering up the mess he had left behind yet again. “Come on,” Minhyung urged him to move when he couldn’t stop staring at the mess of blood and gore in the sitting room: Disfigured corpses and severed limbs thrown around. He couldn’t even remember how all these people had gotten into the house. In the washroom, Minhyung had already filled a basin with water and Chenle quickly stepped out of his bloodied clothes. They’d be burned as well. 

“Sit down,” the older vampire told him and Chenle followed. He didn’t notice that the water must have been freezing cold as Minhyung ran the sponge over his chest to wipe at the dried blood. “Chenle,” he eventually spoke up when he had moved on to his arms, “I didn’t tell you the whole truth about my transition. It wasn’t as smooth as it may have seemed.” “What? You also regularly blacked out and wiped out entire families?” Chenle asked bitterly, evading Minhyung’s bright eyes. He couldn’t handle the pity he’d find in them. He liked Minhyung but hadn’t really managed to bond with him because he always felt like the older was pitying him. “More like an entire village.” “What?” Despite his supernatural hearing, Chenle couldn’t believe his ears. This couldn’t be right. Not Minhyung. If there was an entry of the word “control” in the dictionary, a portrait of Minhyung would be right next to it. Chenle couldn’t even imagine him accidentally spilling blood while feeding let alone killing a bunch of people. 

Minhyung just shook his head and dunked the sponge in the red water again to keep on cleaning Chenle. “I was the son of a pastor,” he began explaining, “My family lived in a small village and we were a tight-knit community, helping each other where we could. A new family had recently moved into one of the farmhouses not too far from us and I went to greet them. The mother told me that they had to flee from their home because the townspeople wanted to kill her son. Of course, I was shocked and asked if he had done anything evil. She must have known I was the pastor’s son, so in a hushed voice she admitted that she thought that her son was possessed.” At that, Chenle snorted. Jeno had explained to him that humans went mad for many different reasons but that he didn’t know of any supernatural being that was able to slip into another body. Minhyung only splashed water at him for interrupting his story. “Long story short, my father tried to exorcise the kid. And it seemed to work, he was speaking to us in tongues and would trash around as if he was in pain during the sessions. But during one of the sessions, he bit me. At first, it wasn’t anything bad. But the bite got infected and instead of bringing me to the physician, my father was afraid the demon had transferred to my body.” “So he exorcised you instead of treating the wound?” 

With a bitter smile, Minhyung nodded. “The wound got worse every day and I lost more and more of my strength. He had me convinced that I was actually possessed so I prayed every night for God to help me. And well- God didn’t listen. Maybe he did. But instead of an angel, Jeno found me one night. He was just passing through the village, on the run from his sire and he offered to help me.” “But why did he turn you? Couldn’t his blood have healed you?” “He feared that his blood wasn’t strong enough, he was only a couple of decades old,” Minhyung explained. “So he turned you.” 

“He turned me and I resented being a vampire - a night terror. My religion knew of many demons and I had become one. My father was over the moon that I had healed, that the demon had left my body. But I knew it wasn’t the case. I had become the demon. I resented everything Jeno tried to teach me. I resented him. Now I know that he’d slip me animal blood to sustain me the first weeks but we all know that’s not enough, especially for a fledgling.” 

“So you snapped..?” Chenle guessed, grabbing onto Minhyung’s hands when he began to tremble. “I told Jeno to leave me, that I would be fine by myself. I threatened to stake him and he just gave up. Through the bond, I could feel his hurt but he respected my wishes and left me alone. The days went by and my bloodlust got worse and worse. Whenever someone just as much as cut themselves with a knife, I could smell it and feel the pull. It drove me mad until one day-” He cut himself off with a sigh before continuing. “One day a woman came to my father because she had been disowned by her family but she was about to give birth. There- There was so much blood, Chenle. I couldn’t keep it together. I just walked into the room with some towels and the next thing I remember is that Jeno was holding me in the center of the village and I was surrounded by bodies. I truly had become the demon that I already was convinced I was.” 

For a while, it was quiet in the small washroom aside from the sponge moving over Chenle’s body and the splashing of the dirty water. “So yeah… After finally admitting to myself that this was who I was now, I learned to control it,” Minhyung concluded the story. “And you never blacked out like that again?” “I force myself to remember what I did. I’m keeping the memories of the people I killed close. So it won’t happen again.” 

“I- I don’t know how to do that. I didn’t know any of these people and-” “I’m not saying that this is what you should do, Chenle,” Minhyung interrupted the younger, “It’s just what has worked for me. I remind myself of what happens when I’m not in control of the demon.” For a moment, Chenle stayed quiet, letting Minhyung scrub at the dried blood on his hands. “I- I killed my mother and potentially my whole family,” he eventually admitted, “I never figured out if I got to all my siblings.” “Did you have a lot?” “Five sisters. One who was older and four younger.” “No brothers?” “No, I was the only heir to the throne.” “And you never went back to claim it?” “I don’t think it would be wise,” Chenle mumbled, “And Jeno agreed that it would be better if I didn’t go back there until everyone who could have known me is dead.” “That’s what he told me too but even then, I never went back.” 

“I just want us all to be safe,” Jeno joined in on the conversation, leaning against the doorframe. “We’ll have to leave town because of this, don’t we?” “I don’t think people will suspect us. Houses accidentally burn down all the time, especially if there was a celebration of some sort,” Jeno mused. “And you chose a pretty remote spot to go on a killing spree,” Minhyung joked which earned him a good-natured shove from the younger. With a smile, Jeno watched the two bicker for a while. He was glad that they were getting along and he wished that Chenle could lean more onto Minhyung after this. 

“Let’s get going, boys,” Jeno gently broke up their bickering, “Get dressed.” With a smile on his face, Minhyung handed Chenle the clean clothes he had brought so he could quickly make himself presentable. With a smile on his face, Jeno guided the two younger out of the house. “Can we watch?” Chenle asked quietly and timidly reached out for Jeno’s hand. “Wouldn’t a bonfire be more fitting?” He smiled. “I want- I want to remember this night,” the fledgling replied sheepishly. “Of course,” Jeno nodded and gently kissed his forehead, “I’m glad you’re letting us help you.” With all the fresh blood in his system, Chenle felt it rush to his face and warm up his cheeks in a way he couldn’t really grasp. 

“You could have me convinced that he actually is your sire,” Minhyung giggled and tugged Chenle down to sit in the grass at a safe distance away. “What?” “I know that look.” “What look?” “You adore him and I can’t blame you,” Minhyung smiled, ruffling Chenle’s hair when he only opened and closed his mouth without any words coming out. “It’s okay. I understand,” he mumbled, the flames of the house reflecting in his big eyes, “I’ve been there. When feelings are hard to put a name to.” “You make it sound like I’m in love with him,” Chenle tried to deflect the comment, keeping his eyes on Jeno’s form coming towards them, illuminated by the fire. Like this, he actually did look like the powerful creature he was and not like a tame puppy. “You didn’t deny it,” Minhyng only singsonged, leaning back on his elbows to watch the fire. 

Before Chenle could think of a witty answer, Jeno let himself fall into the grass on his other side. “Enjoy before the townspeople take notice,” he smiled. “Y-Yeah.” God, Chenle wanted to punch Minhyung for snorting at his stuttering. He didn’t even know why he stuttered. Chenle didn’t stutter, like ever. Jeno wasn’t that special anyway. When he sneaked a glance at the older vampire with his skin illuminated by the warmth of the fire and he only felt his face warm up even further, he - of course - blamed it on the heat of the fire that was consuming the house. And of course, his breath didn’t instinctively hitch when Jeno interlocked their fingers because he was a serious hand holder. 

Stupid Minhyung for putting stupid ideas in his head right after they had bonded over being crazy killers. 

[aspen-if]

Aspen

Demo: TBA

Warnings: Violence, depictions of injuries and illness, optional sexual content. Bodily mutation, horror elements.

Removing original text. I am actually taking it seriously now.

You are a demon. Or at least that is what everyone calls you. Truthfully, you don't even know what you are. When you first awoke, your entire body was covered in ash and soot. Burnt bodies were scattered around you. Like memories, frozen in time. Everyone blamed you for the destruction of the town.

More towns burned down. The people, not knowing any better, blamed it on a single person. Yet, you did not burn down those towns. Confusion littered your brain as everyone turned against you. Hunters were sent out. All with a single goal. Capture the monster that did this. Dead or alive.

You were living in the woods, close to a nearby town. A group of hunters had recently moved into the local inn. They had found you, yet they did not realize it. Having been left no choice, you joined them on their search for the demon.

Plot

The people of The Juris Kingdom have all grown used to the idea of monsters. Sure, not many have seen one, but the rumors are enough. With a new plague spreading through the land, towns being burned by a mysterious entity, the people have grown to resent the King. For all they have gone through, the King has done nothing. Always sitting on his throne, getting fat off bread and mead.

Townspeople have started rioting, but with the increase of monsters, most are too afraid to step outside their house. It is not uncommon to find a decayed body in an abandoned house, the, long dead, person being too afraid to buy supplies. Eventually starving.

With the increase in monsters, there was an increase in humans learning to bend elements to their will, crafting armor and swords that would glow in the night. Humans started evolving with the new threat.

With our MC having sleepovers with their new best friends, a new demon has risen, seeming intent on finishing the task our dear MC refused to complete.

Features

Create your own, unique character, with a variety of customization options available. Want to look like a one legged pirate? Done! Want a fancy pirate hat? Done! Choose your gender (cis, trans, nonbinary or just be an entity!), appearance and set an individual personality for strangers and friends!

Start a romance with a cast of four characters; The group leader, the arrogant hot-head, the healer or the hunter. Or, if you're feeling particularly indecisive, romance all of 'em! With all of that said, there does seem to be a very persistent stranger who keeps showing up. How strange.

Will you hide your identity from the group? Of course! Otherwise you'd be dead, and this beautiful story wouldn't be written!

Tell spooky fairytales around a campfire at night. I mean, they are just fairytales after all.

Will you end up helping your new found group, or join the stranger who seems to know a suspicious amount about you?

Crack taken seriously.

Characters

Note: The characters do have full personalities and backstories, I have just yet to write it down!

Yuri | Gender Selectable | The Leader

Keywords: Aloof, serious, but seemingly obsessive? You will understand soon, very soon.

"Detailed" Information

Rain | Non-binary | The Hot-head

Keywords: Arrogant, cocky, hates you.

"Even more detailed" Information

Mari | Female | The Healer

Keywords: Kind, respectful, hurt her friends and she will murder you :D

The links are the same, just click on the ones above.

Kasai | Male | The Hunter

Keywords: Aloof, slightly concerned about your mental state

... fine, here is a fully extensive profile look at him.

??? | Gender Selectable | The Stranger

Oh wow, so mysterious. Giving them a profile would obviously spoil it, right?

[pumpkincentaur]

“Born with the power to mold the flesh of living things both human and animal,” HELLO THERE

That sounds super cool, so how about #15 to give you an opportunity to talk more about Sevka? 👀

Ahhh, thank you! Sevka is a pretty cool character, imho... this is long so I'm putting it under a read more.

She's a study in contradictions, for sure. Her magical ability is incredibly powerful, and she can eventually shred whole legions of troops at a decent distance, though not without effort. She can also use her abilities to heal wounds, cure illnesses, and even regenerate missing body parts--though, unfortunately, due to the circumstances of the story, she doesn't really end up being used to do that.

There's some worldbuilding context needed here--in The Lady Dressed in Blood, mages (known in-world as Astari) within the setting (the Alabaster Imperium) are considered by law and divine right to be the personal property of the ruling emperor, and are kept in sanctums scattered across the realm to serve at the emperor's discretion. Religiously speaking, the souls of the Astari are considered tainted, and barred from reincarnation after death, instead disappearing into nothingness to be devoured by the one responsible for their existence in the first place--kind of an original sin sort of thing.

Sevka was born an Astari. Sevka's mother, an Astari herself, died birthing her, but before she died, laid a curse on Sevka that prevented her from leaving the village she was born in. As a result, Sevka has spent her entire life hiding her magical abilities, trapped and unable to surrender herself to the sanctums as the law mandates, convinced her very soul is forfeit because of the way she was born. Sevka is a very religious person. And a very screwed-up person. Her circumstances, though, would screw anyone up.

Her entire life up until the beginning of TLDIB has kind of been a dance along a razor's edge. She's trained as a healer in the mundane, herbs-and-poultices sense, but also has the ability to heal with magic. She works as a healer in her isolated village, and has spent the years since her mentor died balancing her desire to help others with her need to survive--using her powers on some while letting others die in an attempt not to blow her cover. She has a LOT of guilt about this, but has justified it to herself with the reasoning that more people would end up dying if she wound up executed for being an Astari, because there are no other healers in her village. She has a weird utilitarian sense of ethics that she's kind of been forced to adopt to prevent herself from breaking under the strain of the balancing act that is her life.

Then her village is sacked by an enemy nation's army. Sevka is the sole survivor, and awakens the much more dangerous side of her powers as a result, and shortly after is captured and brought to the sanctum at the heart of the emperor's palace. There, she goes from healer to magical soldier in the emperor's army.

Her whole life spent trying not to hurt people, or to hurt people as little as possible while still eking out her own survival, only to become an instrument of conquest and mass destruction? That would make anyone want to go absolutely batshit.

And she does. It does not go well.

Sevka is a character who has never known any freedom, has had to make some absolutely brutal decisions to survive, and has been raised to believe that on a very real, not-just-metaphysical level, she is an irredeemable monster and her very soul is rotten.

When someone like that has a moment of weakness during the worst thing that's ever happened to them up until this point, and unleashes the thing they've been sitting on top of their whole life? The thing they've always known they could do, the power inside them that is so wantonly destructive that they're more afraid of it than anything else in the world? It's not going to go well.

When a colonial, conquering absolute-monarchist government shows up and decides to make that person its superweapon, that's not going to go well either.

[fatuismooches]

Same anon as the Hercules song ask :p I’ve got another song inspired brainrot for you !!!

Please imagine the following: Dottore x AI!reader based on the song “world.execute(me);” by mili or “ga1ahad and scientific witchery” by also mili

Here’s the scenario I’m thinking of: one of the Dottore segments creates an AI assistant in secret, maybe this is the same universe as fragile!reader but after the unfortunate event of reader passing away before any of the dottores could prevent it

So this particular segment hasn’t been taking their death very well (though I’m pretty sure none of the others would be either) and in a very ill advised decision in his grief, he creates and AI in the form of the reader in both likeness and personality

Of course, because this is an AI, AI!reader isn’t the same as fragile!reader, disappointing the segment greatly. And thus he hides the AI from the rest of the segments and prime seeing his creation as a failure

But eventually he does eventually start to care for the AI, albeit in his own odd way. It’s not quite the same love you shared before, but AI!reader still has that same care and kindness and snark that made Dottore fall in love with them in the first place

Things won’t ever be the same, but it’s still Something y’know?

But of course, things come crashing down, once the sumeru archon quest concludes and all the segments are destroyed. Including the one who made AI!reader, who now believes he “left” them (in reference to the second chorus of world.execute(me); )

At least until prime Dottore finds out about the segments “project” from the fatui agents coming to the lab to pick things up :p

And that’s where most of my thoughts end aside from some scattered scenarios of AI!reader learning how to love LMAO

- songs anon (can I be that? Since I’ll probably be showing up often to bring more song related thoughts :3c )

oh mY GOD... SONGS ANON YOU ACTUALLY BLEW MY MIND CUZ THIS IS SUPER GOOD AND ALSO SO SAD AT THE SAME TIME 😭😭😭 The clones would be so absolutely distraught at your death because to be real, you were the only one who truly acknowledged them. Who liked them, loved them even, showed them attention and affection. Not even their creator extended that feeling to them. So to say they missed you would be a massive understatement... the lab would never be the same.

The segment would probably be a younger one, he was slightly more irrational back then and was just learning how to be loved by you... until it was snatched away far too soon. He just wants a taste of you once again, your sweet soothing voice, affectionate yet sassy nature... which leads him to do something that he shouldn't have.

Though he did his best, he realizes that you aren't the same as your past self. You may be a copy of them, but you couldn't hope to replicate the old you exactly. It just wasn't the same, and it would never be the same, the segment knows, and yet he can't help but check up on you every once in a while. A few times become a couple and then much more frequent. He does like you, maybe not the same but... your eyes remind him of when you were alive far too much.

You come to expect the segment's visit to your lonesome hideaway everyday, but one day he stops. And never shows up again. Despite being an AI, you can't help but feel... discontented. Empty? The one thing that was constant in your life seems to be gone. So you silently resolve yourself to this fate. Until you meet a masked man who looks oddly similar to the segment - you hope that this is your friend! - but when he opens his mouth you know that he is the opposite.

Ngl i imagine Dottore would probably treat AI reader poorly at first because being reminded of you leaves a very poor taste in his mouth and makes him feel a fury of emotions - how could this faulty copy ever live up to the real you?

[moonsidesong]

played till the end of the Starlo fight, wouldve loved to do more but i got work in the morning so i dont really have time to delve into a new area or listen to big loredump monologues lol.

i really like it! really good stuff. noticing a pretty common motif in characters bringing up jobs/employment/some sort of duty. interested in seeing where thats headed.

more under the cut!! just scattered little thoughts nothing really comprehensive

martlet's stupid molten rock puzzles sucked bad (the physics for that second one were actually abysmal and i spent way longer there than i shouldve) but the rest of them have been fine. i kinda liked the minecart ones. puzzles aren't really why we're here though, obviously, so its not like, a super big point against the game that one of them sucked. LOL

snowdin was notttttttt my favorite segment of the game. mostly for the rock puzzles and also the backtracking for the fetch quest was kind of annoying.. i know that its optional but like, im the kinda person who wants to try and see everything i can so obviously im gonna go for that!!!!! plus i got a real good item out of it... On a lighter note i think its funny how pretty they made snowdin because it leaves the impression that its only gotten uglier in the past few years . like what did you guys do in there

the mail thing is fun. i really like the mail. nothing else to say i just love funny little extra dialogue

the rhythm fight was fun! it took me a good handful of attempts but i felt like i got a little better at it every time which always feels good when it comes to hard boss fights.

ok that stupid evil starlo attack where he both shoots at you and rings the bell got me really bad but eventually i got good at the rest of the fight just enough that i had enough Above Max health to just bruteforce it. i love being good at video games btw

and like on that note ok listen i get the appeal of starlo now i love him super fun character but anytime he said literally anything me and bestie would just point at him and say Grown ass man and that only got funnier when he started losing it and trying to kill this random little baby because he thinks its their fault his friends are mad at him. Grown ass man

i think flowey being Sorta your ally and also the chief saving mechanic because you're not a particularly determined guy is really neat, i was wondering going in how they'd deal with that since flowey says outright in real undertale that Frisk is the first time that ever happened. kinda just waiting for him to stab me in the back tho i know its gonna happen that boy is too effed up and fake and sick in the head for it not to happen ess em ayche

i know some people think Ceroba's design is a little too out of place, and like, maybe a little, but if im honest i think its more the sprite than the design itself? i think its just like, a tad too ornate for undertale. i think if she had less pretty shading and maybe her bow was a little sloppier people would complain less. which is kind of a funny thing to say. man i love undertale. either way it doesnt really bother me, its a fangame let em have fun

this has been my series of disjointed thoughts! ill probably have more when i finish the game. obviously dont tell me anyth wait hang on hold on my evil horrid bestie just spoiled thg. JUST SPOILED THE GAME!!!!! DO YOU SEE THIS!!! EVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE HECK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

actually the most evil person i ever met. dang. man. kicks a little rock. stares at the wall. well i guess ill still play the game anyway

thanks for reading my post goodnight

[mamaito]

[Housamo] Shennong Date Quest

Something bursts out of the sky that's rifting itself between the clouds, the sign of war is about to come. Shennong was all alone, scattering lives as he advances towards the other living beings in that field with no end in sight.

There was no one out there who knew how to cure illnesses, so he tested every unknown medicine that he could get his hands on for their sake. Someone would be starving out there, so he filled himself up with every poison out there for their sake.

Nevertheless, if a companion is out there, regardless of his relation to them was seeking aid, he would frantically run towards their whereabouts to lend a hand.

-- Plague, famine, war. He'd often ask for their forgiveness each time when he wasn't able to reach them and lend a hand before time.

[Shennong] "…"

Each new poison that's introduced to his system burned his internal organs. Neither were sweet nor sour to him, all he knew was that just living was but a bitter taste.

[Shennong] "…"

… It was only natural. For this was the only taste that he was made to experience.

His heart was filled to the brim by it. Till the eventual encounter of someone from Tokyo--

-- At that moment, he recalled a face and the one who appeared was Ito.

[Shennong] "-- Gkhh.. Aah, I was dreaming."

It was morning in the Kamiyado Academies staff dormitory of where Shennong was living in, he was awoken by the old days forming in his dreams.

As to not to disturb and harm his room mates, he wiped the sweat off of him that was carrying poison and slowly stirred up to make way to the bathroom.

He felt that he needed to wash away the residue of that dream left in him, and so Shennong grabbed the shower head and directly pointed it onto his body. He wanted to get back that vigor to give him strength.

[Shennong] "I can't believe this, what was up with that dream I had… I'm like a kid who just had puberty talking here." ".. Well, I suppose this is good enough. Well then--" "The weather is pretty good, I have enough time, not a mistake was made during my preparations." "Hahah, I did make one though, I was in such a hurry that I didn't know what to do when I was shaving. -- I may be a doctor that can cure anything, but this time?"

-- It has been some time since you've been summoned to Tokyo, you've encountered many others in this path.

However, there is one special person among many others, Shennong became a special existence in your life…

Throughout the many battles you two have faced together and overcome, there were times when tears were shed and laughter was shared amongst one another-- The distance between the two of you slowly shortened the more they get to know one another more.

They've called each other's name affectionately and it is not long before they've invited one another to be fully connected, this might yet be the last time to finally break into getting into the other's space and get a grip with their feelings at last.

And so for today-- Shennong has decided to invite the other to come out and play.

A message notice reached Ito and went to reach for her phone.

[[Take it easy. Don't injure yourself over arriving early now, alright?]] the message said.

Before long, the usual smile erupted on your face as the figure of Shennong starts to appear.

[Shennong] "I'm here, Ito! I just wanted to verify my surroundings for a bit when I was walking around.. No, I did not ask around!" "Enough about that, let me get a look at you, show me where you got injured. I'll make sure to get a special ointment so it can go away reaal quick, okay?" "Ah, my bad, my bad. Today's just the two of us, I'm not a teacher nor doctor anymore, I am on my day off, I should act as the good ol' me like I promised." [(Say he's worried too much.)] [(Say He's always like that.)] [(Say that he arrived too early.)] [Shennong] "Ah, I shouldn't be too worrisome. Is that--" "I've already decided I'd be with you no matter what.. Just like that, it is very important for me to worry constantly." "Hm, as much as I'd like to stand around and talk, how about we go on ahead, Ito?"

Shennong is dressed differently today, it was natural for you to extend your hand out and say something.

[(Say those clothes look good on him.)] [(Say you're glad to see him in his everyday clothes.)] [(Say you'll be delighted to escort him.)] [Shennong] "Hahahah! You're acting like this is some sort of important duty that needs to be fulfilled or something! If you're going to be like that then I might get motivated to do so, you know?"

Shennong took Ito's hand, pulling her close to his body as they calmly walked ahead.

[Shennong] "I'll let you escort me closely. Of course, till it's end point.. Right?" "Right, Let's get a move on. Let's go, Ito!"

The two of you arrived at the Botanical Garden. From medical herbs to poisonous plants were Shennong's favorites, his eyes twinkling even brighter the more you two press on.

[Shennong] "Ooh-- Ain't this a bountiful harvest! Aah, I don't want to lose you here so grab onto my hand, alright?"

Ito is led by the hand but was then emptied no sooner when Shennong went to take a peek at the map and spread it out.

[Shennong] "Let's see now, they have a special exhibition on display today with pigeons in it… Hmm, ohoh. I'm weighing everything in my mind right now, what about you?" "From A to Z, we can go and see anything… Just say what place you want to see first. In the end we just have half a day, we can only see a few sights before it's over." "Oh dear, we're on a date today, sorry about that. I also want Ito to have fun." "So, which one do you want to see, Ito? There's this place that's becoming popular lately." "No matter the area, I'll be sure to lead you around so relax, alright? Leave it to me, Ito!" [(Say you'll go anywhere with Shennong.)] [(Say there's something you want to remember before there's not enough time left.)] [(Say this is an unexpected turn.)] [Shennong] "Of course, I recommend everything in there but since you've given me the approval… To the herb garden it is!" "I do believe I did a collaboration with some director in this area. I was told to explain and supervise the area, provided with seeds, soil and whatnot." "I have yet to see the final results of it though. It's been weighing on my mind now, how about we go and check on it?"

[Shennong] "That guy--!! No, he should've been frank with me!!"

In this gigantic greenhouse, it's been filled to the brim with various vegetation for some time now and Shennong lets out a loud voice that's rather rare to come out of him.

[Shennong] "Look here, Ito! That one managed to cultivate a difficult harmony right there, over here should have some high quality results--" "And over there-- I have never seen this kind of species before in the books I've read, it's so rare!!" "Aah, that one's the best, I should get a taste right now..!"

His voice was springing into joy, Shennong was acting strange over some plants with an elated look on his face, he goes on and on explaining every single thing.

[Shennong] ".. Phew, sorry about that! I did promise you but I got myself so absorbed by everything." [(Say it is in everyone's nature to investigate everything.)] [(Say that you like seeing Shennong be so passionate when he talks about it.)] [(Say you want him to look at you the same way.)] [Shennong] "Is that so? I didn't know I would do that…" "Ito approving this kind of bad behavior of mine without even telling me.."

Shennong stacked his hand on top of hers and entwined their fingers with one another.

Time in this country passes by in utmost ease, their bodies huddled close together as they continue to walk around.

[Shennong] "Seems though we've let time pass too much. How about it, wanna have fun some more?" [(Nod)] [(Thank Shennong.)] [Shennong] "I see, I see! Hahahah! It'll be worthwhile to bring you along some more!" "Hey, Ito. Do you still have time after this? If it's fine by you, I can get us some fried rice but that is but one that I've been considering though.." [(Respond back by saying you want to come with him definetely.)] [(Reluctantly nod.)] [Shennong] "Really! Let's not dilly daddle any longer and let's head out, hope you're patient enough!"

The two got themselves a taxi and boarded on, with Shennong telling you beforehand that you both will be going to Shinjuku.

The taxi wasn't too far from the Kamiyado academy, but the crowd that he shared residence with stopped their movements along with their alcohol intake upon seeing them.

Shennong led Ito by the hand even then as the sky grows to a shade of orange, eventually heading to a store's interior.

[Shennong] "The ambience here ain't bad, right? I coincidentally found this after work and now I come here often, but lately it's been a blast."

Soon after, plates would be taken away as the two of you chat carefree together.

With a sigh of relief, Ito would look at Shennong's hand during dinner, only then to see your partner looking back at you.

[Shennong] "Ah, damn it, sorry about that! I've been looking at you rudely, sorry." "It isn't that the poison's been leaking out whenever I'm doing menial things… You see, the shopkeepers been glaring at me for a while now." "Ahem! Anyway, their cooking here ain't that bad, isn't that right? Right?" "Even I, every once in a while want to talk to someone about things. Ingredients to provisions, how the spice mixing is going, etc." "-- Hm? Is it surprising for me to be so knowledgeable about the ingredients of what'll be for dinner?" "Hahahah! Well, of course, it's normal for a doctor like me to be acting like a gentle brother figure." "Sir Shennong's food recommendations still has a long way to go though. My way of doing it is through eating and eating!"

Shennong laughs and just right before your eyes was your dinner being put down to the table.

Gulping it down as you two continue to talk, exchanging food with one another and so on. Sometimes his hand would then stop mid way.

[(Stare back at him curiously.)] [(There's something you want to say but can't.)] [(He doesn't seem to notice so you continue eating.)]

[Shennong] "… Ito. I'm not hiding what you think I've been hiding."

"I've been comparing everything from the past and the things I preferred it be. But even now, sometimes I'd stop my hand from reaching things that I want."

"-- You see, Ito, I.. I am at a peace."

"I was the type of guy who would strictly resist from eating something like fried rice because I remember thinking to myself it'd be bitter…"

"Whenever one of the men would collapse in front of me, I remember just taking some painkillers was enough to bring some peace of mind because I would look like I stepped into hell…"

"You look so happy eating that fried rice. Whenever I look at you, I grow to love it… Lame, isn't it?"

[(Shake your head.)] [(Say it isn't.)] [(Ensure that he's free to do whatever he likes.)] [Shennong] "Is that so.. If Ito says it's okay then I'm glad we had this heart to heart talk." "Hey, Ito. After this, do you still have some time?"

[(Give a wide smile and nod.)] [(Reluctantly nod.)] [Shennong] "… Right, thank you, Ito." "C'mon, you still haven't had enough to eat, especially some dessert, right? Well, how about an all you can eat 3 star stuff?"

The previous air between the two of you that you haven't felt for a while now was nonexistent and Shennong continues to smile even after that dinner.

And just like that the day was eventually coming to a close along with the soon parting back to go home, now--

With their dinner concluded, the two were unexpectedly approached by an incoming rain.

[Shennong] "Woah, hey! Come over here for a sec… Hah, the weather forecast even said today was going to be a clear one." "Ito, there's.. Something I wanna say. Would you give me a bit more of your time here?" "I've been pacing around the park on the things I wanna talk to you about some time ago, but I've remembered it now." "… Well, I did thought of giving up on the prospect. Sorry, Ito." "How about accompanying this moron from now on? What, I guarantee that you'll get the best health care out there!"

In the midst of this conversation, Shennong took off his jacket and gave it to Ito so that she'd be covered and as a move to prolong this even more.

As you were led yet again by the hand, you come face to face with the Kamiyado academy's infirmary.

[Shennong] "Glad that there's some change of clothes in here. The strong rain won't get us here at least.." "You can go dry your wet clothes here for now. Sorry about this, would you mind being a bit patient?"

The rain begins to get stronger, beating against the windows of the infirmary while the two of you sit on the bed.

On their side was a blanket that Shennong and Ito covered themselves with for some warmth.

[Shennong] "Oh, Why don't you drink some of Mr. Shennong's special tea herb to warm yourself up?"

He hands out the steaming cup towards you and he directed himself to sit on the chair instead.

[Shennong] "….. Good?" "Nah, taste's horrible, huh? … Hahah. There's still some take out left if you want." "Back then… There was this person who I would always try to be patient with no matter how selfish it'd be… being forced to drink this disgusting medicine." "… I figured that I should shove it anyway down her mouth each time no matter how bad it tasted." "… My home world has always, always been engulfed by war and drought." "If I can save at least one person, this life that I've had would've been worth it." "Hence why I'd always come out and risk it when saving someone. These arms of mine has done nothing but take the easy way out."

The sky lashes out with a bright lightning strike as though similar to living through hell. You could tell that there were many lives taken.

He told of how the sky ripped itself apart and then was mended back thanks to someone's aid, that one person who landed onto their earth.

[Shennong] "However, this person did not care how many people survived… I couldn't tell you if there was something else more important to her." "It didn't matter to her if lives were saved, she couldn't be bothered to be happy about it. I'll never know if she really was that arrogant…" "Ah, this is bad. I'm smiling despite how awful the story was… Hahah." "Hah- Sorry. I went off on a tangent there." "… It's getting cold. Want me to heat you up?" [(Nod and say that you're alright.)] [(Say that you're cold and that you want to warm up.)] [Shennong] "I'm glad that you're alright but it's also fine to say that you're cold, you know. Just call my name out whenever, alright?"

Shennong grins and scoots his chair a bit closer that he's sitting right in front of you.

[Shennong] "… You know, you seem a bit different lately. I've been wondering something along the lines: [I wonder what you taste like]." "I've been wanting to take a bite out this person, wondering what sort of face they'll make, and that smile along with it. I've also thought at just how attractive you are…" "I'm glad you came here, Ito. I've actually been stringing you along to this place actually." "I did wondered if there was someone special in your heart, too. This insides of mine… It's been in flames since."

[Shennong] "Whenever I look at you, I strangely heat up… Could it be possible that I've been tempted by you?" "-- If it's true then I'd like to have you as my medicine to take…"

-- Or rather there is poison stirring elsewhere. Ah, but you piped down before you could even utter it out.

He is the poison for your mouth to taste also… Your throat swallows thickly, you won't be able to stop this.

[Shennong] "Hey, Ito… What do you think? Even if it's poisonous… Would you still want to try it?" [(Accept his confession.)] [(You couldn't say anything other than a nod.)] [(You held him tightly.)] [Shennong] "… Is that right, Ito. Is it really alright, alright for me to do it?" "… Pfft. Hahahah!"

Shennong breaks through the tension with an expression, and as always he manages to make an easygoing smile.

[Shennong] "Sorry, sorry. I couldn't stop myself from laughing." "Well, Ito. You've given me your sweet consent." "Sorry, but I am already resolved into doing you… From now on, you'll be getting doused by poison."

As always, Shennong does what he usually do by letting himself wander, for what poison that this grown man has is only replied back with a smile.

[Shennong] "Alright, you problem child. You may be my special one but…" "I am still the Kamiyado Academy's doctor, nothing between us will change but you can call me anytime." "… Dont be hurting yourself too much… I want you to still be alive and kicking." "I'll be giving you my special care after this… Don't go passing out, alright?" "We're now in a student-teacher relationship. I once again ask that you take care of me from now on, okay?" [(Say you feel the same way.)] [(Say you're falling in love even more.)] [Shennong] "Hahahah! Cut it out you!" "If you keep falling in love even more, this inside of mine is going to go cold… I wonder if you understood that bit?" "… To be honest with you, I won't change a bit and I am still frightened.." "Someday, I still don't know if something similar from my former days will ever happen."* *(Oh boy… I have some sad news for you, Shennong…)

"Just the thought of losing you, thinking that this body of yours would ever cease to tremble from the pain… Is hard to accept and part with." "This person's poison… Is different. You are my only, sweet poison--"

Unbeknownst to the rain, the two were looking at the starry skies, inside where only the two of them were gently shimmering.

Shennong and Ito were silent, as their mouths linked with one another, their skin close, and the sweet tasting heat were exchanged.

[END]