#the bad news is that the cure to hurts when you move disease is to move

[fatal-blow]

did you also know there's a potential link between autism and hypermobility? I'm starting to see why so many of y'all also seem to have the agonies

[thehistoriccemetery]

Heya 👋 I enjoy reading your headcanons, and I love your prompts… could you write the ladies for #5 Tav fainting from a hidden injury?

Tav Faints Due to Hidden Injury

Hey! I always enjoy reading yours as well! Feel free to use any of those prompts as I’d love to see your take on them.

I probably won’t do anything more injury prompts for a while; there’s only so many ways I can hurt poor Tav.

Here’s prompt #5 for Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Karlach, and Minthara.

On the way into Baldur’s Gate, while all of your companions watch the lands free themselves of the shadow curse, you manage to walk carelessly into a broken cart handle. You’re no healer, but you know Shadowheart is going to have a thing or two to say if you ask her to patch it up. You decide it doesn’t look that bad, and patch it up yourself. It’s an exciting day, finally arriving in the city. Why bring down the mood with a fresh gash in the side?

Shadowheart

The two of you are taking a short walk to familiarize yourselves with the new camp at Wrym’s Lookout.

You had been trying to keep your cool, but as you climbed up ladders and dodged rumble, you felt the ache in your side start to grow.

You stop and lean against a beam for support, clutching your side and breathing heavily.

“Are you alright, love?” Shadowheart asks tenderly, approaching you slowly before you quickly collapse on the ground.

She rushes over, trying and failing to catch you. She rolls you over on your back, lifting your shirt.

She sees the makeshift bandages you’ve wrapped yourself in and carefully slices away at them with her dagger.

She flinches, seeing the deep gash in your skin. Luckily, you just happen to be in love with one of the best clerics around. A cure wounds spell patches you right up.

You wake up almost immediately to a very unhappy looking Shadowheart.

“Care to explain the massive laceration I just found under your shirt?” She quips. “Or, are we just withholding such information with one another these days.”

“You’re one to talk about withholding information,” you attempt to joke.

She does not laugh. “So I suppose you’ve just forgotten how you acquired such a wound?”

You sighed. “It was on the bridge on the way over. I-I impaled myself with a piece of wood.”

She hits the back of your head with the back of her hand. “Ow!” You shout.

“It would’ve taken me two seconds to heal that wound up fresh. Now you’ve probably got a variety of different diseases swimming around from how poorly you packed it.”

She reaches out a hand to help you to your feet. “Let’s go,” she says. “I’m going to teach you how to properly wrap a wound.”

Lae’zel

You and Lae’zel walk alongside the city walls, just outside the city. Looking for clear signs of damage from the Netherbrain.

She comments a few times on how you are moving slower than usual. “We cannot afford to be so sluggish in the days to come,” she tells you.

It isn’t until you fade paler than Vlaakith herself that she notices something is seriously wrong. You fall to the ground before she can think to catch you.

She notices blood beginning to speckle your undershirt. “Tsk’va!” She curses, cutting away the fabric entirely.

You’re too far from camp and losing too much blood for her to get you back in time. She’s going to have to deal with this herself.

But she couldn’t tell you the first thing about closing a wound.

Hair. She remembers a ghustil sewing her up with a strand of her own hair. She plucks a hair from your head and gets to work.

You wake up halfway through the delicate operation, half crying from the pain of the repeated rough stabbing of your already tender wound.

“Silence!” She shouts, lazer focused on the task at hand. It doesn’t take a psionic tadpole connection to tell that she is angry.

When she’s finally finished, the wound looks… unpleasant to put it mildly. But it should be enough to get you back to camp.

“I didn’t think I needed to explain to you the stupidity of hiding grave afflictions,” she spits.

You open your mouth to apologize, but she cuts you off. “I will not hear apologies, only promises that it will not happen again.”

Karlach

Growing up on the outskirts of Baldur’s Gate, Karlach is all too excited to revisit some of her favorite places with you.

Her excitement makes for an easy distraction. She is so focused on her surroundings she doesn’t notice the way you grind your teeth together in pain.

“Hey Soldier, check this out,” she shouts excitedly, walking back towards you with some cool plants she found.

You try to smile, but whiteness clouds your vision as you fall to the ground. She drops the plant and runs to hold you up.

“Soldier? You know you’re not supposed to go and pass out on me. I don’t know how to…”

Panic starts to rise in her chest and she lays you gently on the ground. “Alright Karlach, you got this,” she assures herself.

She lifts the base of your shirt, starting to panic again when she sees the blood soaked bandages.

She gingerly removes them revealing the nasty gash underneath. “Oh boy, you really did a number on yourself,” she says.

She looks around, trying to find absolutely anything that could close the wound. She didn’t know any spells, nor did she know anything about sutures.

She sighed. She had an idea, but she didn’t like it. “Okay soldier, I’m just gonna need you to stay asleep for a little while longer. Can you do that for me?”

Dammon had fixed up her engine so she didn’t burn so hot anymore, but she was pretty sure she could just get hot enough….

She pinched the wound together, then, with clenched teeth, she placed her other hand on top of it. She channeled all of her anger until she smelt the burning of flesh.

You jolted awake with a scream and she pulled away. The wound was now replaced with a cauterized burn.

“It worked! You’re okay!” She exclaimed, rather impressed with herself. “You are never allowed to do that to me again.”

You groan, sitting up. Your head is still spinning from pain and blood loss. You sway ever so slightly.

“Woah, slow down there soldier,” Karlach says, gently pushing you back to lie down. “Again does include right now, you know. Come on. Let’s get you back to camp.”

Minthara

You and Minthara take a stroll around the outer city, allowing her to take in a surface city for the first time.

Not far into your walk though, you begin to feel lightheaded. “Minthara I think I need to sit-“ you are cut off abruptly by your own collapse.

You fall limp onto the cobblestone on the city streets.

She is quickly down beside, cooling your face with her cool hands. It’s only then she notices the bloody bandages under your shirt.

Confused, she cuts away with them away, revealing your injury.

Her face immediately pales. The wound is mild, nothing she is incapable of handling with a simple laying of hand. But you kept this from her.

She patches the wound with a gentle touch. But her mind continues to race. Why would you not tell her? Do you not trust her? Should she trust you?

You stir awake with a whine. The pain in your side is dulled, and you’re able to sit up with relative ease.

Minthara stares harshly back at you, silently awaiting an explanation. When you don’t offer one she asks, “why have you kept this from me?” She tries to hide her hurt behind anger.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize. “It’s just- I knew you were excited to see the city- and it was a stupid injury anyway I just- I didn’t want to be a bother.“

She looks dissatisfied with your answer. “We do not keep such grave secrets from one another. My trust is a fragile thing.”

You sigh, defeated. “I know. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

[thedisablednaturalist]

Tw for weight loss mention

The whole exercise will cure your disability thing is a fucking joke. Yes exercise is beneficial for your health, but only if you aren't already on shaky foundations. You need to be on a treatment plan that WORKS before going into the maintenance phase. You wouldn't do regular maintenance on a broken item, you'd work on getting it up and running first. And maybe it would even need specialized maintenance afterwards if it's especially fragile.

I have fibromyalgia and acute degenerative disc disease. My immune system attacks my nerves and discs in my spine are slowly calcifying and causing the bones to constrict and damage my nerves (i think thats how it works). I have days where it feels like my body is on fire from nerve pain and days where it feels like my spine is about to rip from my back. And days where I have both (like today!). I get numbness in my hands and feet. I have horrible migraines. I can no longer walk unaided more than maybe 5 minutes without severe pain. I have something wrong with my knees and hips but the doctors don't know what yet.

You'd think I live an obviously seditary lifestyle correct?

Hell no.

I walk aided on average 6 miles a day over difficult terrain OUTSIDE of regular activity almost everyday. My legs are muscular and strong. I get my heart rate up and a good sweat, like all the gym rats swear on. I am often doing physical labor such as weeding, digging, sample collecting, pruning trees etc.

I'm not saying this to make other disabled people feel bad or prove that they can do anything if they just tried harder. This is an extremely painful lifestyle I've chosen that takes a lot of lifestyle management AND BOUNDARIES to keep up with the work. I also have an extremely forgiving boss who is also physically disabled and knows what I'm going through (deciding between your passion and your health and having to do so each and every day) No one should ever be expected to do what I do. I'm not even sure if I should be doing this myself.

This is to prove that exercise? Has not cured me. My muscles are strong but still hurt as if they're broken and I have to take more breaks than my coworker. I am constantly getting out of breath and I flare up regularly if I'm not careful. I am in excellent physical condition outside of my disabilities. I go to different doctors several times a month to get checked out.

I previously went through a diet program and lost a lot of weight (basically starving myself and got off my depression meds which cause weight gain but are also the only ones that work) and guess what? That didn't do shit either!!! I still felt horrible!!! I've since gained back the weight anyway after switching to focusing on adding more nutrient dense foods than taking stuff away from my diet (also muscle weighs more than fat, and fat helps cushion my aching joints and spine).

The muscle doesn't do shit for my disabilities outside of maybe some stability. Exercising everyday doesn't make the pain go away. Without my medications and aids and nutrition plans and steroid injections and spinal adjustments and physical therapy (that takes my fibro and spine into account) and alternative work methods I WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO DO WHAT I DO. Exercise alone is like trying to make a car run with no oil. Yes it'll go but it'll get more and more damaged till it can't and will need its entire engine replaced!

And yet I see new doctors and they look at me and the first thing out of their mouths is do I exercise? I should try doing a little every day :) and then i fucking blow their minds when I tell them about my job. No longer can they use that fucking cop out on me. I've been through this rodeo. Ive tried their suggestions. If you are in pain and nothing is helping? Exercise ain't going to do SHIT. You need to get to a point where you can move without severe pain first (if that's even possible). Then and only then should you consider implementing regular exercise if you can. Also weight loss talk is a red flag and a cop out. They made me lose 50+ lbs before they would look into the reasons behind my pain. Weight loss did nothing for me and exacerbated my pain.

I am living proof that all that shit is a lie and a cop out. That is the point of this post. I cannot believe people with serious medical conditions are being forced to put their bodies through extreme duress just to be believed. You are not disabled because of laziness or because you sit a lot. Plenty of people live seditary lifestyles and do not live in constant excruciating pain (they may develop disabilities later in life due to this however, and should be doing preventative exercises to maintain their health)

Please, share my story with doctors. Use me as an example. I am proof that "exercise first treat later" does not work. I should not have had to wait years to have my pain validated. I'd rather hundreds of fakers get (what? A blood test? An MRI?) than one chronically ill person get told to try yoga and go away by a doctor.

[serafiel-jacobs]

Maniac (Fanfic)

New Chapter ❤️

Giangio saw Pinocchio approaching him, he took a deep breath as he needed to keep up with his little act.

“Stalker-“

But before he could say another word Pinocchio knocked him out, the last thing he saw was the boy dragging him somewhere else.

Giangio woke up tied to a chair, as he adjusted his vision he could tell that he was in the same room but all the furniture had been moved, Instead in front of him was a big table that had all sorts of things, pliers, scissors, knives, a police baton, needles, and other things sharp or blunt objects. When he fully woke up he saw Pinocchio standing in front of him with a twisted grin on his face.

“Stalker why…?” Giangio was confused he didn’t understand anything.

“Oh stop playing I know your secret” Pinocchio grabbed one of the scissors from the table.

Giangio laughed awkwardly, “I don’t know what you are talking about, maybe you are just confused?”

“You are a really bad actor you know that?” Pinocchio rolled his eyes, Giangio even almost mentioned in front of him accidentally how he was an alchemist the first time they met.

“Oh” Giangio had been told this before but he didn’t take the warning seriously, and it didn’t help that he thought Pinocchio was a naive idiot who wouldn’t question his motives.

Pinocchio got a little closer, he was sharpening the scissors with his legion arm.

“You want a cure right?!” Giangio figured out why he was being held captive, “I can give you a better cure, the real cure!”

“I don’t believe you” Pinocchio stabbed Giangio with force in his hand, the thing now stuck in it; Giangio’s hand began to bleed and he screamed in pain.

“Believe me, believe me, please” Giangio is sure that Pinocchio penetrated one of his bones, “I promise, that cure I-“

Pinocchio pulled out the scissors with even more force, Giangio was bleeding profusely, screaming in pain once more.

“I want more than that” Pinocchio picked up a few needles.

“Anything! I’ll give you anything!” Giangio doesn’t want to test what this little psychopath is capable of doing.

One by one Pinocchio stuck the needles in Giangio’s arm, the man was begging for mercy but Pinocchio wasn’t showing any.

Suddenly the door of the room opened.

“Son, keep down the noise will you?” Geppetto didn’t process it at first, it took him a few seconds to realize that his son was torturing someone.

“Geppetto tell him to stop!” He was his only hope, and Pinocchio always blathers about how much of a good boy has to be to please his father, Geppetto wouldn't accept this, surely he isn't this cruel?

Geppetto just stared at him for a few seconds before slowly closing the door and walking away.

“You motherfu-“

Pinocchio broke part of a curtain and used that as a gag to stop Giangio from making any more noise.

He doesn’t trust Giangio so he needs to make sure that the man knows that he is serious about this.

And he has never hurt someone like this before, it’s so thrilling!

—-

“You and Polendina have schemed something again is that right?”

Well technically he did all the work, he just let Polendina administer the real cure as Pinocchio knows how much he loves her. Pinocchio had never seen Polendina so happy, his voice even changed for a second when he told him about the real cure. His usual composed tone sounded so happy and full of life before going back to normal.

“Maybe”

Antonia was back to her former self, although walking was still a hard chore, it was best that she shouldn’t force herself to walk, she was fully cured of the disease, not a part of her body outside or inside was damaged but she still needed lots of rest.

“Come here” Antonia extended her arms, “You are a wonderful boy you know that?”

Pinocchio hugged Antonia gently, he had to fight the urge to stick his fingernails in her body, that’s how he shows his love but he is scared to accidentally hurt her.

When they stopped, Pinocchio patted Antonia’s head and she noticed that his hands had a small amount of dry blood and his fingernails had green hair stuck in them.

“My dear… what did you do?” She was concerned, even more so when Pinocchio gave her a twisted grin.

“I saved you!” Pinocchio clapped his hands in excitement.

“And I’m very thankful” Antonia took a deep breath, “How did you get this cure?”

Pinocchio didn’t respond to her question, instead, he grabbed Spring who was nearby, and put the cat on her lap, petting it for a few seconds before turning to leave.

Antonia turned to look at Spring, she enjoyed the cat’s company, making her smile in these hard times.

Well, beggars can’t be choosers, she had accepted that she was going to die, she was ready for it and now she was given a new chance thanks to him.

“Antonia, how are you feeling?” Geppetto had come to see her.

Antonia gently petted Spring before the cat left her side, “Excellent, all thanks to your son it seems”

Geppetto smiled “I’m glad to hear that”

Both made small talk for a few minutes, but Antonia knew Geppetto too well.

“What did your son do this time?”

“Nothing”

Antonia raised an eyebrow.

“He left this with me” Geppetto showed what he had been hiding, it was a human heart, “Do you think I should be concerned?”

Antonia was baffled at the question, “What do you mean?! Of course, you should be!”

“Well you know how he is, this just the way he shows affection and I didn’t want to be mean by throwing it away”

Antonia put her hands on her face in frustration.

“What? I’m just trying to be a good father”

She knows that Geppetto does care a lot about Pinocchio and how much he loved Carlo (Or still loves rather, but she still doesn’t know the truth). Geppetto is a good friend, she cares deeply for him.

But dear Lord this man doesn’t have a clue of what it means to be a normal parent.

“Oh and while I’m here, just to tell you no one should enter the room next to the gold coin fruit tree”

“And why is that Geppetto?”

“My son might be holding someone captive in there”

“He might?!”

“He saved your life Antonia don’t question his methods!”

Geppetto left the room, leaving Antonia with the chore of warning the others, she is too old for this but thankfully Polendina helps her with the task, not without also questioning what Pinocchio is capable of.

——

Alidoro was standing in the Baren Swamp, tapping his feet in frustration, where was this stupid boy? He was supposed to get rid of that monster and he hasn’t done it. Being in this filthy swamp is disgusting but at least he isn’t being subjected to having to see what the manic does on a daily basis.

The last time Pinocchio came he gave him that dumb glove from that girl, and he gave him one of his creepy states when he said he didn’t like it. But how is he supposed to like a glove that doesn’t even work properly?

From the distance he saw him again approaching him slowly, he just needed to keep up the act and everything would be fine. But when that creep was next to him he just stood still and stared at him saying nothing.

A few minutes passed before he got fed up with him.

“Do you need something?” Alidoro was extremely annoyed.

“Are you the real Alidoro?” Pinocchio sounded as if his voice had lost his enthusiasm, making it sound dreary.

Shit, he is onto me.

“Of course I am! What makes you say that?”

“Why do you have 5 fingers?”

Dammit, he knows, he isn’t supposed to know, he didn’t even know who the real Alidoro was when they first met at the Cathedral.

“I’ve always had 5 fingers, not sure what rumor or daring story you heard about me, but it might be an exaggerated tale” He hoped that would convenience him, after all, he had come far, no one realizing the truth and his cover couldn't be blown over this.

Again, there was a pause with Pinocchio just staring at him for minutes.

“Are going to buy something or not?” Alidoro crossed his arms, he didn’t have the patience for this.

Pinocchio grabbed his weapon, the scythe he had taken from Romeo.

“Oh please you can’t hurt me, I know your little secret, you are Geppetto’s puppet aren’t you?” Alidoro tried sounding as if he had figured it out himself when it truth but he overheard it when others were talking at the hotel about Geppetto building him.

Pinocchio took another step closer to him.

“You can’t intimidate me like this” Alidoro tried to sound brave but he was a coward just as he wasn’t the real Alidoro.

Pinocchio had a firm grasp on the blade, taking another step, making the fake Alidoro step back.

“You gotta be joking step back!”

—-

“Um, Eugénie can we talk?”

“Yes, of course,” Eugénie could tell that Pinocchio looked sad, “What’s wrong?”

“I… well… just take this” Pinocchio handed her the deciphered cryptic vessel.

Eugénie read it and removed her glasses to wipe away her tears, but she kept crying and crying, it was too much for her.

“It hurts but I know the truth now, thank you”

Pinocchio patted Eugenie’s head, “Don’t be sad, look, I’ll be back” With that said Pinocchio rushed upstairs, probably to his room.

Eugénie had a lot of emotions flowing inside her, the real Alidoro, the one that saved her was her family, she was never abandoned. But now her brother was gone, killed and his identity taken over by a cruel impostor. She knew something was wrong when Pinocchio told her about the glove but to think it was something like this?

Pinocchio came back with a grin on his face and holding something behind his back and since Venigni was on the opposite side of the room, Eugénie could see his horrified expression.

“I have a surprise~” Pinocchio was humming those words.

Eugénie saw how whatever Pinocchio was holding behind him was dripping blood, “What kind of surprise?” She was afraid to ask but she did.

Pinocchio revealed his gift, the decapitated head of the fake Alidoro. Eugénie covered her mouth, all of this was too much. Sure she hates the guy, they are better off dead but this isn’t something she expected or wanted to see, much less when she is in this vulnerable state.

“Thank you, can you, can you-“ Eugénie was stumbling over her words, “Can you keep it with your things? I don’t have much space in here”

That was a dumb lie, everyone could see how she had plenty of space so before Pinocchio could try and help her find a place to set it she opened her mouth again.

“And you know, Spring comes here pretty often, I would want her to scratch it and ruin it”

Pinocchio seemed convinced after that and went back to his room with the head in his hand, once he was gone Venigni rushed to Eugénie’s side, it was a good thing since she ended up fainting.

Venigni gently set her to rest on a couch and went to talk with Geppetto, he was ready to have a deep conversation with him, but when he found Geppetto the man was applying pressure to his neck as he was bleeding from it.

“What happened?!”

“Pinocchio came and hugged me, but then he bit my neck,” Geppetto said so casually.

“Why did he do that?!” Venigni was mortified.

“He said that it was because he loved me or something along those lines”

Venigni was baffled, “Something along those lines?”

Geppetto grabbed a disinfectant and began to clean the wound, “He tells me how much he loves me all the time but this was weird”

This. This was the weird one?

“Pinocchio was talking incoherently, as in, I couldn’t actually understand what he was saying, he was talking too fast” Geppetto had tried to understand what his son was saying but he had been too focused on stopping the bleeding.

Venigni was asking God to give him strength but he decided it was better to ask him for patience, he didn’t want to end up killing Geppetto.

“Geppetto be honest with me, do you think the love your son has for you is normal?”

“It’s a little strange but-“

“Just answer the question”

“No”

Geppetto had thankfully stopped bleeding by now and Venigni sat next to him.

“My good old friend, I am begging you to do something about this”

“What the hell do any of you want me to do?!” Geppetto was tired of people telling him that, “Do you think it’s going to stop him? I tell him not to do something but he finds a different way to do the same thing but somehow even worse”

Okay, fair point.

“He is your son, tell him he is being a bad boy”

“I can’t do that, he isn’t a bad boy”

Venigni loves Pinocchio but he is questioning if Pinocchio truly is a good boy.

“I don’t know, can’t you ground him or something?” It was the only thing he could think of, he doesn't have kids but that's something you do when they are acting out. Although, is Pinocchio a child? The boy certainly acts like one most of the time but is it because of his lack of understanding of the world? He is getting unfocused, that isn't the point, “Or take away things he enjoys?”

“I did” Geppetto stood up and explained how he took away Pinocchio’s chemical weapons, then he opened one of the drawers and pulled out a music box, “This was his apology gift, he made it himself”

Geppetto proceeded to open the box, the inside was filled with human teeth some still had blood in them, in the middle, there was a wooden mouse with a dress and fairy wings spinning as the music played.

“Alright, I understand, he is out of control and we are all at his mercy” Venigni gave out a sigh, he no longer had any idea of what to do.

“Although I did praise him a lot for this, he did such a good job, look at how the mouse is moving, it’s so fluid despite the limited materials he used while building it”

Venigni watched in disbelief as Geppetto went on and on about how well his son had made that music box, he felt as if he was in an engineering class again, listening to how the mechanics worked and how proud Geppetto was that his son was able to make it in this unique way.

“He really does take after me doesn’t he?” Geppetto looked so happy, he was talking as if Pinocchio was about to tell him at any moment that he wanted to be an engineer like him.

“He does” Venigni can see that now perfectly, the two of them need to be locked away to protect society.

—-

Simon was at Krat Central Station, as he now knew where to find the stolen artifact, Laxasia wasn’t with him this time, so he sent her on another errand, as they needed to prepare, to have everything ready so that he could ascend to be a god as he rightfully deserves, the world made in his image, a world with no more lies.

He thought that the secret workshop would be empty, yet when he arrived he found Geppetto’s puppet inside. Pinocchio was connecting all sorts of cables to a chair.

“What are you doing?” Simon didn’t have time for his usual monologues, he needed the relic back and the puppet was standing in his way.

“An electric chair,” Pinocchio said casually.

“What?”

“An electric-

“I heard what you said” Simon knew the brat was violent but he didn’t think he was that violent, “Why?”

Pinocchio smiled “To use it on you”

“Yeah sure, I’ll like to see you try”

That was Simon’s first mistake.

Sure Pinocchio died a few times as Simon is tougher than he looks even even without his full power, but as always Sophia is on his side, and she is actively cheering on him for this. She isn’t one to endorse Pinocchio’s behavior but after all the suffering she is actively going through, Simon can rot in hell for all she cares, not to mention how she isn’t the only victim of his actions. Eventually, Pinocchio managed to shove Simon into that chair and tied him up so he wouldn’t be able to move.

“You goddamn brat! Get me out of here right now or else”

“Or else what?” Pinocchio started connecting more cables to the chair, after experimenting with a few carcasses he knew the perfect voltage.

Simon started to desperately try to fight off the restraints, “Look I can see memories, I can see that you want a happy family, I can do that for you, I can bring Carlo and Romeo back, better than what your father ever could”

“No thanks” Pinocchio was giving the finishing touches and he could see that Simon was getting more desperate.

Simon breathed in a sigh of relief when he saw Laxasia enter the place, she was there to save him.

That was his second mistake, lowering his guard like that.

“Free him now before I crush you” Laxasia wasted no time in grabbing her sword, ready to attack.

Pinocchio gave her a twisted smile “I can give him to you and even better than ever”

“Even better?” Laxasia lowered her sword, he realized something interesting in Pinocchio’s tone of voice.

“Laxasia what are you doing?!”

“I know you love him” Pinocchio found out about when interrogating Giangio, “Don’t you want him to love you too?”

Pinocchio used his force to break Simon’s legs, “He can’t run away from you now”

Simon was in pain but he needed to stay calm “Adriana” Simon tried using her name, “Adriana please I’ll give you anything you want”

“I can turn down the voltage and the two of you can match with fun electricity” Pinocchio also knows about her affinity for electricity, he showed her how the chair worked as he is also a fan of electrocuting others.

“Adriana stop this right now! I am ordering you this as your god”

Laxasia does worship Simon, but the idea of having him all to herself is too tempting and she knows that many already want her Simon to fail, she would just have to say that Geppetto’s puppet got to him first. She took off her head armor and smiled at Pinocchio, that’s all the boy needed to know and he set the chair in motion, the voltage ended up causing the entire station to lose power but Pinocchio always had Gemini by his side, he turned on the lamp as the deed was done.

As promised Simon was still alive just unconscious, Pinocchio grabbed one of the boxes and sealed him inside, giving it to Laxasia.

“What a kind boy you are Geppetto’s puppet”

Pinocchio waved her goodbye, he still needed to find a way to get to that tower and free Sophia but he had done a lot today, he should get a well-deserved rest and praise from his father for everything he had done.

[369rocks]

As pet parents, we all want our pets to have healthy and good clothes. But hair loss in dogs and cats is a regular problem that can affect their looks and health as a whole. Many things can cause your pet to lose hair, like natural shedding, external bugs, skin diseases, allergies, and more. In this blog post, we'll talk about why pets lose their hair and what you can do to help your furry friend look and feel better. 1. Seasonal Hair Loss Seasonal Hair Loss Both dogs and cats lose their hair at different times of the year. It happens most often in the spring and fall, when dogs get rid of their old coats to make room for new ones. During this time, you might see more hair and spots of fur falling out around your home. It's important to remember that not all dog and cat types lose their hair at the same time or in the same way during the fall and winter. For instance, double-coated dogs like Huskies are more likely to shed a lot during these times because their fur is so thick. Even though seasonal hair loss usually isn't anything to worry about, brushing and cleaning your pet regularly is important as part of good pet care. This will help remove any extra fur from your pet's hair before it falls out on its own. This will cut down on the amount of cleaning you have to do around your home. If you're worried about your pet losing a lot of hair or having bald spots outside of normal yearly changes, you might want to talk to a vet. They can check to see if any underlying health problems are causing the hair loss. 2. External Parasites Seasonal Hair Loss One of the main reasons why dogs and cats lose their hair is because of bugs that live on their skin. Fleas, ticks, mites, and lice are just some of the outside pests that can cause this problem. These bugs eat your pet's blood and hurt its skin, which makes it scratch or bite too much. Fleas are one of the most common pests that live on the outside of pets. They can grow quickly in warm places like our homes, making it hard to get rid of them all. Ticks are usually more common when it's warmer out, and dogs spend more time outside. They stay on animals for long amounts of time until their bodies fill up with blood, making your pet friend uncomfortable. Mites are tiny bugs that live on your pet and dig into its skin, causing it to itch a lot and eventually lose hair. Lice also cause hair loss, but unlike the other external parasites we've talked about so far, they don't jump or fly from one animal's home to another. Instead, they move. As a responsible pet owner, you need to make sure you check your pets often for signs of these annoying creatures. If you find them early, you can stop more damage from happening. Talk to your doctor about the best way to treat the infection, such as using a skin cure or taking medicine by mouth, based on how bad it is. 3. Skin Infections (Dermatitis) Skin Infections (Dermatitis) Skin diseases, also called dermatitis, are a common reason why both cats and dogs lose their hair. Dermatitis is a disease of the skin that can be caused by bacterial or fungal illnesses, allergies, or contact with chemicals that irritate the skin. Atopic dermatitis is a type of dermatitis that is common in cats. It is caused by allergens in the surroundings, like pollen, dust mites, or mold spores. Contact Dermatitis is a type of dermatitis that can be caused by things like soaps or cleaners that irritate the skin. Redness and itching in the affected area are signs, which can lead to constant scratching and hair loss. Antibiotics and antifungal drugs recommended by a qualified physician, as well as cosmetic treatments like medicinal baths, are used to treat skin diseases. It's important to remember that some breeds are more likely to get skin problems than others. Your pet friend will stay healthy and happy if you give it regular baths and look for problems early on. 4. Allergies Allergies There are many things that can cause hair loss in pets.

Most dogs and cats lose their hair seasonally, but if your pet seems to be losing a lot of hair or has bald spots, it could be because fleas or mites are living on its skin. Skin diseases like eczema can also cause hair loss. Another thing that can cause pets to lose hair is allergies. Allergies can be caused by food or by things in the surroundings, like pollen or dust mites. If you think your pet is losing hair because of allergies, talk to your vet. He or she may suggest allergy tests and ways to treat the problem. Keeping up with regular cleaning habits, like brushing your pet's fur, will help avoid mats and knots, which can cause skin irritation and even hair loss. Most importantly, keeping your pet's general health in good shape through a good diet and exercise will help keep its coat healthy and shiny and reduce the chance that it will shed too much or lose hair.

[greaterspawnislands]

note: this is NOT a full captioned transcription that includes complete descriptions of the surroundings. this is purely a dialogue transcription of c!sam and c!phil’s conversation from this stream on 11/2/2022 starting at 12:20

under a read more to preserve the dash

“Look, Phil, look! I can control the clone. It’s so strange, I- I don’t even know how to describe it, it’s like I’m just in this body now, I-”

“What the...”

“It’s crazy, Phil. And, and I have a new design, this is just the prototype. With the real thing, you could control multiple bodies, and you could have them in very different places and be doing multiple things like, communicate instantly anywhere in the world, Phil. Like, whenever we needed to meet up, like, you could instantly be there. Just imagine how much this could change our lives. No one has to suffer, like, every again. No one has to die, nothing bad has to happen.”

“No, no, no, no, no, this- no. This is messing with the natural order of things, Sam. This- what this is, is a potential opening to darkness.”

“But Phil, I mean- just think about it! If you hurt yourself, and you break your leg, right? I can just make you a new body, and you can just, move your consciousness into that body, it’s- it’s amazing.”

“And then... never die.”

“Yeah! You never have to die. As soon as your body starts to like, get old and break apart, like, it doesn’t matter. You can just- you can just be done with that body and get a new one, it’s...”

“Oh, She, She won’t like this, She won’t like this, Sam, She really will not like this.”

“What? I- who? I don’t see how you don’t see this as a wonderful thing, I-”

“Sam, promise me you will break this machine, this- this cannot- I know your intentions are good. But this thing, this messes with the natural order of everything. You can’t- you can’t eliminate death from the world, Sam, it- it needs to exist.”

“What are you talking about? I’ve already done it. No one has to die anymore. What do you mean, I can’t, I’ve done it, I’ve already done it!”

“Sam, you realize what you’re saying Sam? You’re not thinking this through.”

“You can’t ask me to give this up, Phil.”

“People need to die, they need to move on. They need to grow, new generations need to be formed. It’s how the world adapts, it’s how everything grows. It’s how we evolve. Sam, this is-”

“I can’t give this up, Phil. This is- I can’t even believe you. I can’t believe you don’t believe in this!”

“Sam, I know you, I’ve known you a while now. But this...trust me when I say this will bring nothing but bad things. This will bring nothing but hurt.”

“But... there’s so many people I could help with this, Phil.”

“Then help them in different ways! You could cure disease, you could- you could do literally anything but cheat death. Cheating death is something you cannot do, and should not do.”

“I can’t give this up, Phil. I won’t.”

“Then I... I guess I can no longer be friends with you. I’m going to have to stop coming by, if- Sam, you, right here, right now.”

“Phil, I’m... I’m the only person who can hang around with you now! Like, I can, I can be there...what? What do you mean, you told me before, you were looking for something to be meaningful, and like, someone that you could be friends with for a long time. That could be me! I could be there, and- and we wouldn’t have to have anything go wrong. You’re gonna just give up on all of that?”

“But everyone dies eventually, Sam. I could die at any moment, I could die, and that would be it. Just because I’ve lived a long time doesn’t mean I’m not invincible. There needs to be-”

“Yeah, but I don’t, I don’t want that, Phil, I don’t want that world. Wouldn’t it be better if we could build a bunker and, like, hide our real bodies, and we could be in different bodies! And then, even if someone murdered us, we could, we could break out of the stasis and we could go out and find those people and take revenge, or, just stay away if we wanted to.”

“Sam. Promise me you’ll break this machine.”

“I’m not giving up on this, Phil. I wont, I won’t break it.”

“Then I guess it’s farewell.”

“Fine, fine, but you’re going to change your mind.”

“Goodbye, Sam.”

“And when you need a new body, ‘cause that one’s old and breaking down, don’t come to me and ask for one, because I won’t do it.”

“Fine by me.”

“Fine.”

“Goodbye, Sam.”

“Goodbye, Phil.”

[chaeryybomb]

╰ the SOUR series ˚₊·

heavily inspired by olivia rodrigo's debut album "sour". the sour series is a collection of eleven stories based off each track from the album. featuring your favourite boys from stray kids, nct dream and enhypen, with you as the main character. follow the series as it shows you different aspects of your relationship with these nine boys.

(HIATUS)

BRUTAL with yang jungwon from enhypen

" GOD , IT ' S BRUTAL OUT HERE ! "

they told you these were the golden years, but to you "golden" was a rusting metal spray painted yellow. the story of a seventeen year old trying to survive high school when all you do is try your best. but your best friend jungwon makes it worth the while.

TRAITOR with lee heeseung from enhypen (PART 1)

" GUESS YOU DIDN ' T CHEAT , BUT YOU ' RE STILL A TRAITOR . "

you thought lee heeseung was the best boyfriend you could ever wished for. but they did warn you about long distanced relationships. at first, you convinced yourself that it was just your insecurities taking over. but your gut feeling has never been wrong.

DRIVERS LICENSE with lee heeseung from enhypen (PART 2)

"HOW COULD I EVER LOVE SOMEONE ELSE ? "

still freshly out from the breakup, you find it hard to move on from heeseung as the memories of the both of you start to occupy your mind.

1 STEP FORWARD , 3 STEPS BACK with na jaemin from nct dream

" DO YOU LOVE ME , WANT ME , HATE ME , BOY ? "

you don't understand your relationship with jaemin. one moment you're kissing him and the next you're screaming at him. were you friends or lovers or enemies? you just don't understand.

DEJA VU with hwang hyunjin from stray kids (PART 1)

" EVERYTHING IS ALL REUSED ! "

at a party with your friends, you stumble upon your ex hyunjin and his new girlfriend. you listen in as his new girl bragged about how unique hyunjin was, you couldn't help but laugh.

GOOD 4 U with hwang hyunjin from stray kids (PART 2)

" YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO HURT THE WAY YOU KNOW THAT I DO ! "

angry with the stunt you pulled at the party, hyunjin pulls you aside to settle some "misunderstandings". and you decided to make it clear about how you actually feel about him.

ENOUGH FOR YOU with park sunghoon from enhypen

" I DON ' T WANT YOUR SYMPATHY , I JUST WANT MY SELF BACK . "

dating the park sunghoon was a dream come true to you. you followed him around like a lovesick puppy and changed yourself to your liking. but somehow you were never enough for him.

HAPPIER with lee jeno from nct dream

" SO FIND SOMEONE GREAT BUT NOT SOMEONE BETTER . "

you had feelings for your best friend jeno since forever but you were always too scared to tell him. and he now he finally got himself a girlfriend. you wished him the best, you really did. you wished that he was happy with his lover but not happier.

FAVOURITE CRIME with han jisung from stray kids

" ALL THE THINGS I DID JUST TO CALL YOU MINE . "

they told you he was bad news and they warned you to stay away. you wished you had listen before you gave him your whole heart.

JEALOUSY , JEALOUSY with huang renjun from nct dream

" I THINK TOO MUCH ABOUT KIDS WHO DON ' T KNOW ME . "

jealousy is an ugly disease but you can't help but let it take control over you when everyone seemed better than you. renjun makes it his mission to cure you of this disease.

HOPE UR OK with lee felix from stray kids

" GOD , I HOPE YOU ' RE HAPPIER TODAY . "

you met up with your old friend from your hometown and the two of you sit down to talk about the old days. at the mention of your first love, you can't help but wonder if he was okay.

© chaeryybomb 2021

a/n: lol hi I'm back from hiatus with a new series because miss olivia rodrigo created a masterpiece. stream sour y'all <3

[midnightwinterhawk]

I put together a little collection of Sterek and Steter fics for funsies. “Just a few fics”, I thought, “nothing too crazy.” Thirty fics later I had to cut myself off and finalize the list. You can thank @the-cookie-of-doom​ for the inspiration. 

These primarily fall under the Hurt Stiles Stilinski category because I apparently like to see my comfort characters suffer. Most of these have hopeful/happy endings but mind the tags. For reals.

Placed under a cut since I have no self control and this turned into a long post.

Sterek

adore to see your eyes fly by @1001cranes

(11,309 l E)

stiles is a pyromaniac, derek is a sociopath. a match made in some kind of heaven. teen wolf kink meme fill.

take my heart from me by @areiton

(23,188 l NR)

He didn't really mean to adopt Derek's pack of puppies. He didn't mean to make himself important to them.

To Derek.

He just wanted to keep them all safe.

That's all Stiles ever wanted.

"Why Can't You?" by @asterekmess

(3,602 l T)

Now. This was happening now, and he couldn’t be less prepared.

-

After a long night, things between Stiles and his father come to a head.

And You Say You're Alone by bi_leigh_bi

(30,314 l E)

Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter's untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between he and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.

A Victory March by @churkey

(2,688 l T)

When Stiles is eight he learns that nothing will be the same. His dad comes home one day after work and sits Stiles down for a talk. He explains that werewolves and all the monsters are real.

They're real and not hiding under anyone's bed.

Bury the Moon by darthjamtart

(16,592 l M)

First things get bad. Then they get worse. Stiles doesn’t know what he’s sacrificed until it’s too late.

Dying is the easy part.

Love's Violent Delights by @dexterous-sinistrous

(10,685 l E)

Derek caught the way the man’s eyes looked over Stiles before lingering on his ass. He waited for the clerk to place the key on the counter before he reacted.

Stiles startled at the loud noise, turning away from the pamphlets in the display box to see Derek pinning the clerk’s head against the counter. He drew in an even breath, looking between the struggling man and Derek.

Derek briefly looked at Stiles, hesitating before he saw the gleam of excitement in Stiles’ eyes and the hint of lust in his scent. “Ever look at him, or any other Omega, like that again, and I’ll slice your eyes out with my claws.” He shoved the man back, not caring of the commotion that was made as he snatched up the key from the counter.

Empty by @discontentedwinter

(48,034 l M)

Jordan Parrish is the new sheriff of Beacon Hills, a town haunted by its past.

Your Vision Borrows Mine by hazyascent

(188,781 l E)

Stiles has encountered a fair share of monsters before, way out of his league - the kinds that children are afraid are hiding in their closets and under the bed.

He’d even become one himself when he was void. The nogitsune was in his house, his body, and his mind.

But the worst monster he’s ever faced took even more from him and got away with it.

It’s why Stiles has never really been as terrified of werewolves and kanimas and darachs as he should have been. They’re really not that scary, relatively speaking, and he has a whole team on his side. They always found a way to win - until they lost someone they really loved.

Stiles doesn’t know how to be normal, not after everything he’s done and everyone he’s hurt. The nogitsune is gone, but another monster is on its heels.

His uncle is back. And Stiles has never felt more alone.

It Was a Wednesday by @isthatbloodonhisshirt

(80,129 l M)

“What happened? Where are you? What’s that sound?”

Derek jumped, having momentarily forgotten Scott was on the phone with him because Stiles had started moving. He’d stalked over to the other side of the cave, still eying Derek warily and growling, then settled protectively over a mass of clothes, leaves and animal innards. It was probably where he was sleeping.

Lovely. No wonder he smelled like death.

“Stiles,” Derek said, answering Scott’s question. Or, one of them, at least.

“Stiles? What do you—Stiles is making that noise?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“How fast do you think you can make it to the south lot of the Preserve?”

Tiny Houses by @ohmyjetsabel-blog

(77,183 l E)

"So this is what Stiles does. He lies in Scott’s bed and waits for Melissa to say she’s found someone to get it out of him, to cure him of the wrongness and the bad, and he dreams.

God, he dreams.

He dreams of fire and swollen bellies and that scene in Alien, of giving birth to jackals through his urethra, the whole horrific nine yards. His head is a terrible place to be, he can’t imagine his stomach is much better, why anyone would want to put a thing inside of it."

I'm There in the Water by @spaceprincessem

(15,878 l T)

“But it’s—” Derek paused, his words unsure, “it’s not like us,” he swallows hard, chin dipping to his chest in frustration, “it’s like a…”

“An abomination,” Stiles finished, nodding his head as he finally lets his gaze really look at Derek since Scott had pulled them from the water.

He suddenly wished he hadn’t because the way Derek looks at him makes Stiles feel like he is ten years old again. Like Derek is seeing him for the first time since they accidentally fell into each other’s orbit all those years ago. Like Stiles isn’t a burden or invisible.

Like he is enough.

Or five times Stiles felt like he was drowning and the one time he finally caught his breath

Gunplay is Not Really Our Kink by theroguesgambit

(2,577 l M)

“The rules to the game are simple. One bullet, six chances. You pick it up and take turns pulling the trigger on the other man, or we gun you both down right now. You play along, only one of you has to die. Fun game, huh?”

--

Derek and Stiles are captured by a group of hunters and forced to play a twisted game that only one of them might walk away from.

The Price by theroguesgambit

(18,452 l M)

Stiles must surrender the most important thing in his life to protect the town… and no one can figure out what it was.

Nieważny by Zethsaire

(2,037 l E)

The pack is gone, everything they've ever cared for destroyed. Now Stiles and Derek hunt the hunters, taking revenge in the only way they know how; blood.

Steter

Make Me Bleed by @asarcasticwitch

(2,304 l E)

Peter’s expression contorts, impressed or surprised, Stiles can't decipher, but the grin on his face proves he’s not exactly disappointed with the unexpected turn of events.

“Which bite exactly were you hoping for, hm?” The older man curls one hand around the back of Stiles’s neck, trailing his thumb along his pale, fragile throat.

Stiles tilts his head back in unyielding submission, giving the wolf no room to debate his sincerity. “I’m sure you can figure it out, Alpha.

Two Roads Converge in a Graveyard Town by @cywscross

(15,645 l T)

The Deadpool brings one more assassin to Beacon Hills. A man's gotta eat after all.

when you're going through hell (keep going for me) by cywscross

(57,022 l T)

Peter is abandoned in the aftermath of the fire, and Eichen House takes ruthless advantage. Six years later, when he's finally able to move again, he finds himself in a cell with a boy in a straitjacket.

(Kate’s biggest mistake was letting Peter live. Eichen House’s biggest mistake was letting Peter meet Stiles.)

Don't Fail Me Now by @discontentedwinter​

(36,315 l E)

Stiles goes to Derek looking for help.

He finds Peter instead.

Peter takes what he's wanted for a very long time.

Sanctuary by DiscontentedWinter

(56,525 l M)

The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves.

It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.

Bite Down by EclipseWing (@shadow-of-the-eclipse)

(27,586 l M)

In which Stiles is forced to survive the zombie apocalypse with a sociopathic murdering werewolf for company.

Into Eden by @graciebirdie

(12,232 l M)

Stiles deciding to bring home the stray alpha he'd hit with his jeep probably made him certifiable, if it hadn't turned out Peter was as crazy as he was.

Before you let go (and the light takes you in) by Issay

(4,032 l E)

Stiles makes one last errand - goes to leave flowers on all the other graves. Fuck, so many graves. The grief is as endless and as inescapable as the sky.

He goes home and there is a thing wearing his father's face, waiting for him in the kitchen.

Call My Name by KouriArashi ( @gingersnapwolves )

(81,370 l M)

After moving to Beacon Hills, Stiles starts having recurring dreams of a man in some kind of prison, who needs his help. Things get so bad that he ends up in Eichen House, where he finds out that the man is real.

Hide my tears in the rain. by MrsRidcully

(6,865 l M)

After  years spent successfully dodging werewolves, evil spirits and wendigos,  it was a drunk driver who stole his Dad, a drunk driver with a  suspended license and a record sheet as long as Stiles’s arm. Stiles  would have laughed at the irony if he hadn’t been so busy screaming.

In My Veins Like Disease by romanoffbarton

(1,140 l T)

He tries to leave once.

Foreshock by @twothumbsandnostakeincanon

(22,816 l E)

The day Stiles’ mom died, he almost leveled his house.

Not on purpose. Not even by mistake, really. More by instinct.

Since then he's dug his fingers into everything his has left, holding on with desperation.

Desperation never stopped an earthquake.

Your Touch is My Choice by twothumbsandnostakeincanon

(2,171 l T)

The first time John does it, Stiles is two years old and about to run into the road.

“Mieczysław!” Heart pounding, John grabbed him by the back of his neck and got a hand around his tummy, snatching him back. “No, you have to stay away from the road,” he said firmly.

Shameful Company by Whispering_Sumire (@whispering-sumire755)

(38,779 l E)

"Did I turn into a unicorn?" Peter asks dryly, and Stiles glares at him for a moment before the laughter bubbles up, unbidden, nearly unwilling, and he looks so surprised at the sound, his shock dimming it for a moment before it bursts through with even more trembling ferocity. A long, thin, willowy hand curls into a soft fist over his mouth, and he's shaking, frail, more tears falling, but the copper of his eyes are glowing, crinkling around the edges and scrunched with mirth.

"No," Stiles chokes, chuckling wetly. "No, fuck you, a unicorn? What, like, Rainbowcreep? Zombiesparkle?"

[About a year before the fated Hale fire, Peter starts having nightmares that involve a woman with red hair. The nightmares lead to a spell that brings a man back through time, and, eventually, though the time-traveler is traumatized in the most horrific ways, and Peter's never been good with or for people, in general, they develop a bond that neither of them expects.]

Would You Forgive Me If I Called You Hope, Peter Hale? (Hope, By Any Other Name) by Whispering_Sumire

(10,099 l T)

Stiles has scars. He owns that, he accepts it, he's cataloged and memorized every single one, he's hyper fucking aware of them all.

//

"What do you want, Peter?" Having the more untrustworthy of the Pack getting protective weirds him the fuck out, leaves an odd fluttering in his chest, like moths, waiting perilously and suicidally to be burned.

He doesn't like it.

"You're injured," the man says, "and whatever it is, it's put you in enough pain that I nearly fainted when I-"

"- Used your werewolf mojo on me without my permission?" Stiles smirks, and Peter gives him a black look, crossing a leg over his knee and smoothing out some invisible wrinkle on his pants.

"Tell me the truth Stiles, how bad is it?"

[Or: The one where Stiles has scars, is more than a little fucked up, and Peter notices. He helps.]

[marvelouslytrekking]

26: “ I’m dying. ” with Bones??

Promise Me

Summary: You catch an unknown alien disease that is spreading through your body rapidly without much hope. Word Count: 1231 Warning: Mention of disease, mention of death, no medical knowledge or reasoning whatsoever. It's fiction just go with it. A/N: Listen I almost went with something just cute and fun and light but then this came to mind so this is what you get. Think of it as payback for that Din fic! Hope everyone enjoys some angst!

It started as just a light cough, really nothing that was even bothering you. You were working on some old parts in engineering and assumed that you had just inhaled too much of the dust, really nothing to worry about.

However, the coughing only seems to get worse, and you soon found it hard to even breathe. You thought maybe trying to take a sip of water would help but it only caused a coughing fit that you couldn’t seem to stop. Luckily another engineer heard the commission when you fell over as you tried to catch your breath.

Before you knew it a med team was in front of you offering oxygen through a mask. It seemed to help a little, giving you the chance to calm your breathing down, but it still felt as though your throat was almost fully closed.

As you were rushed into Medbay you saw Leonard out of the corner of your eye, you could see the tension in his body. Protocol didn’t allow him to treat you, but you had full faith in Dr. M’Benga.

“We’re gonna have to put you under, it’ll help to relax your throat and lungs.” He calmly informed you as you continued to cough. You were soon injected with a hypo and immediately felt the effects.

You woke up feeling worse than you ever had in your life, like a truck had run you over and then backed up and ran you over again. Maybe even just an entire starship hitting you would feel better than this.

“Hey you’re awake!” You heard the relief in Leonard’s voice. “How’d you feel?”

“Like death personified”

“You’re well enough to be your dramatic self I see.” He chucked, but you didn’t miss the concern and worry that was laced in his voice.

“What’s wrong with me?” You asked, hesitantly.

“You seemed to have picked up an alien virus, we’re not sure exactly what it is.” He told you as gently as he could.

“Why am I not quarantined then?” You asked, concerned for the rest of the crew.

“We already determined it isn’t contagious. You seemed to have got it right from the source.” He assured you.

“But I haven’t been on any away missions lately.”

“We know. M’Benga thinks it has just been dormant in your system for a while, and something must have triggered it. We have no idea where you got it from.” He told you, you could tell that it was definitely bad news.

You wanted to continue to ask him more questions but you also knew that he technically wasn’t even your doctor and M’Benga would be in shortly so you only nodded in response.

“Do you mind if I step out? I need to check on some of the tests that they ran, I just didn’t want to leave your side,” Len asked you softly. You chuckled, you were sure he hadn’t known what to do with himself, between wanting to never leave you but also wanting to work, you’re sure he had been antsy.

“Go, I will be here when you’re done.” You told him, ushering him away.

It wasn’t long after that M’Benga had came in to check on you. “Good to see you awake,” He smiled as you saw you slightly prompt up on the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Like someone ran me over with a shuttle.” You told him truthfully, though it didn’t cause him to laugh as you had expected.

“I am assuming Leonard told you a little about what’s going on.” He asked you.

“Yes, said I contracted an alien virus and that you don’t know where I got it from.” You relayed back to him what you knew.

“Yes, that’s true.” He nodded, “What I am sure he left out was how bad it truly is. As your doctor I think it’s only fair if you know the whole truth.”

“Okay,” You nodded, not sure what to say. You had known it was bad, Leonard’s body language had given it away, but that only caused you more unease.

“The virus is attacking your organs, and it is moving rapidly. We are working on slowing down it’s trajectory while we figure out how to stop it and then we can work on reversing any damage, but I have to be honest it is moving much quicker than we had hoped.” He told you with a solomon voice.

“How long,” You asked, trying to keep your voice calm.

“I’m afraid only a few days until you won’t be able to function, or be alert, and then after that only a few more days at most.” He informed you, “I am so sorry, but know that we are doing everything in our power to get this figured out. It is all hands on deck until we get you back on your feet.”

You nodded, not sure you would be able to speak if you tried. You were trying to wrap your head around only having a few days left. While you were left to process a lot of information M’Benga ran a few tests and did everything he could to make sure you were comfortable.

The next few hours of your day were spent with many visitors, you could tell everyone was trying to avoid the obvious that this may be the last time you see them, but it was still on everyones, including yours mind.

You were relieved when Leonard finally made his way back in the room. He had poked his head in a few times to see you but not long since you had had so many other visitors.

“You must be exhausted.” Leonard pointed out as you tried to keep your eyes open.

“Very,” You admitted, “Can you come lay with me?”

“I don’t think we’ll both fit comfortably,”

“I don’t care. I just want you close.” You told him. The idea that you may only have one more day with Leonard was dawning on you.

“Okay,” He sighed, carefully crawling into the bed with you. He made sure that he wasn’t hurting you and you in turn curled into him as much as you could.

“I um, Leonard, I think we need to talk about the next few days.” You break the comfortable silence.

“What do you mean?” He asked as he ran his fingers gently along your arm.

“I just, I want you to know how much I love you, but I also need you not to blame yourself and I need you to promise me you wont shut everyone out. I need to know that you’ll be okay.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Leonard said defiantly.

“Leonard. I am dying.” You sighed, “I just need to know you’ll be okay.”

“No one is dying on my watch.”

“Len,”

“No, if I can bring Jim back from that much radiation then, the hell if I can’t cure an alien disease.” Leonard said, his hold tightly on you ever so slightly.

“But if you can’t. I need you to promise me you won’t blame yourself.” You told him, “Please just promise me that.”

“It won’t come to that.” He said desperately.

“Promise me anyway.”

“Okay, I promise, love.” Once you heard those magic words, you were able to let yourself drift off to sleep in his arms for what was possibly the last time.

[delusion-of-negation]

Alright well as a Christian I'm supposed to forgive you but it's NOT gonna be easy. You, that pervert guy and that pedo tranny Dasha are EVERYTHING wrong with the world right now. It's YOUR FAULT our society has no morals. Congradufuckinglations you've made a girl with anxiety depression and BPD cry :)

forgive me for what, exactly? what did I specifically, only me, do?

because I don't remember doing anything bad to or with you, I wasn't involved in any group chats, I didn't spend time with you nor attack you. honestly, as far as I recall, I've said more about you these last few days, and all of that has been talking about finding out who you are, what happened, and what can be done to help end this mental break you're having - a mental break you seem to think justifies bombarding people with slurs and insults.

if you're gonna start forgiving me for shit I didn't do, then I'd rather you start by forgiving me for killing the dinosaurs, demoting pluto, and creating the coronavirus with stolen lab equipment.

dasha isn't a pedo, you dumb fuck, and falsely accusing people of being attracted to kids isn't gonna cure you of the alleged trauma of being a dumb kid who thought you'd make buddies in the anti-feminist community and then it turned out they were just as fucked as any community, and you got hate and made enemies.

we've all been through that shit, but the rest of us get therapy and move on with our lives - if I'm not blowing up the inboxes of people who tortured, sexually assaulted, starved, and beat me as a toddler, a child, a teen, I think you can handle not harassing people who knew someone who knew someone who said some mean shit in your tumblr inbox. when you're afraid of someone who actually hurt you, you don't make it your life's mission to antagonise people tangentially related to them to put yourself back on the radar of the people who actually dislike you - or, in case I need to spell it out, I don't buy your claims about your reasoning one bit.

I think you're being a pathetic attention whore who knows none of the people you're messaging - ace, dasha, etc, and now me - could or would do a single thing to hurt you, you know we're not what you claim, so you feel safe slinging whatever insults your tiny brain can conjure up, so that you can scream about how sad you are and get validation and comfort and requests for forgiveness from people nice enough to care about your temper tantrum. or more backlash and argumentation to fuel your persecution complex.

and you're too pathetic to even think of anything imaginative so you resort to ace's username, dasha's trans status, false allegations, and now you're trying to use the fact that I advocate for mentally ill people as a way to get at me - it's hollow and low effort.

I've tried to be nice the last few days, tried to say it sucks that stuff happened, that I hope you get well, etc, and all you've done is get worse and worse to people in their anons, I'm tired of trying.

as a "christian" (which you barely even are, you're just a wanna-be evangelical fundie fuck repeating what the big names in that area disingenuously vomit out), you're supposed to believe that forgiveness comes from god, that mortals are not called to judge on his behalf - and it's a damn good job because you'd be throwing people in hell for passing some guy on the street who's cousin once sold a spliff to someone he didn't know was seventeen.

while we're on the topic, I was raised around dumbass fucked up catholics (if you couldn't tell from my aforementioned childhood experiences), and you've got every single red flag for "fuckface who's only religious to justify being a fuckface" disease.

buddy, I'm a zombie, I know brain-dead when I see it, and you're on a whole new level of it. so cry more. your mental health issues make me feel sorry for you no more than mine made you not want to send this anon. or, in case I need to spell it out again, I don't give a fuck, you ain't special, I've got a list more than ten times as long as that and I'm not here using it to justify calling people slurs.

sucks that you're sick, but you're not gonna get sympathy points when you act like a slimy little wretch for days on end. I get it, being ill makes you mean sometimes, I've been there. still not my job to be your daddy and tell you to go eat some pasta and chill.

and I wish society had no morals, I wish I was giving it none, I wish I was half the amoral influence that you give me credit for.

I'm sick of puritanical, pseudo-religious, over-moralising of every insignificant aspect of our lives - we don't get a moment's peace from being asked to weigh in on every allegation in the news, every company's practices, whether it's okay to listen to some guy's songs, if your thoughts can make you a terrible person, the politics of other countries, the backlash to the backlash to the backlash to the backlash to some celebrity's baby name, whether some rando is "really trans", and a youtuber's mental health issues.

at this point I would gladly trade it in to be a four year-old chimney sweep in victorian england engaged to my cousin, fuck it. at least my aunt-mother-in-law in that world wouldn't believe in chemtrails and couldn't even spell problematic. it'd be total bliss.

in summary, I don't want forgiveness for shit I didn't do, especially from you. I want you to grow up, you bitchy little cunt.

[malereader-inserts]

Happiest Year

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Avengers & Male!Reader Summary: Your statement is vague - they just did the best the can to counter it. Word Count: 1,485 Warning: Death

“By the end of the year,” You say, as you and the team overlook the lake, “I’ll be dead.”

“What?” Tony exclaimed as you chuckled.

It was January first, the night of celebrating the new year had truly hit the team hard. So, the majority of them were out by the docks with you, getting fresh air hoping it would wash away the hungover they were experiencing. It was a nice bitter morning, the cold was nipping at your nose.

Clearly, January would be cold.

“I just have a feeling, you know?” You answered, groaning as you wave them off, “Well,  my hungover is fading off - I’m going inside.”

It was the last time you mentioned it, but that doesn’t stop the team thinking about it. They don’t know what you meant by that statement, but they did anything to prevent a death. January was the longest ever month, everyone could feel it. But, with the snow in New York - they made the most of it. 

They haven’t seen you with so much joy before when playing with snow. It was almost weekly to make the best fort in teams, there were meetings of teams to create the best one before actually making it in the allotted day and time.

When the snow started to melt away and warmer days were arriving, the team had to think of new ways of keeping your life a little bit more exciting. Tony had the great idea of taking you to places you’ve never been before.

First of all, it was a trip around America, taking you to places you would love to visit. Natasha got great pictures of you and the team if Natasha was in the picture she either got one of the boys to take pictures or a stranger. 

You went hiking, went to explore the colours of Antelope Canyon. Took a trip to Savannah in Georgia, you got taken to see the sunflowers in Kansas. And you decided to get pulled into a trip to New Orleans. At Minnesota, you got various pictures with the Peanut character statues, Peter was too happy about this trip - he loved every minute of it.

You enjoyed the Smithsonian museum, you’ve been dying to see it - you dragged Steve around because he was equally excited to learn. When you visited each state to do something because Tony owns a jet and it was easy to move quicker.

He takes you to Tokyo and part of Japan. You visited stores of various shows and movies you love, you take part in trying new food. He takes you to one of the Scandinavian countries so you could witness the Northern lights, they were so pretty - but not as pretty as your face as it lights up. 

He brings you to different countries to taste their cuisine. Bucky was fond of Italian whilst Sam likes to argue that France had better food, Clint was just happy to be included. 

Natasha had started an album of places, one album dedicated to the US - it was full to the brim with pictures of you and the team. You never thought that she was a type of person to be scrapbooking, but she made you do the writing. 

You don’t question her.

There’s another album for Asian and Europe countries you have visited, with the European scrapbook, everyone had a different coloured pen to add their contribution of notes. 

You travel to South America, get to live the carnival life in Brazil. Somehow in between travelling, you get to enjoy the 4th of July back home in New York. You enjoyed immersing yourself in different culture during the summer until you were worn out of travelling by the end of August. 

You don’t know how you managed to keep travelling whilst some of the team were being sent off to deal with enemies. Not once, Nick had sent you away to a mission - the team asked, you never gave them a solid answer.

September was the start of autumn, it was the excuse of you guys taking a break from travelling. You helped Natasha finish the books, even helping her to make them look pretty by making some borders on some of the pictures.

October rolls in, it’s spooky season as Peter proclaims. You visit corn mazes, pumpkin picking. You make jack o lanterns, watch horror films. You had a blast in the Halloween party, you got to dress up once again.

By November, the team started to notice something wasn’t right. You had no energy to stand up, you were constantly sitting down. You were always cold, they thought because the temperatures had started to drop drastically, but even with the heating on in the Avenger base, you were bundled up in a blanket and your thickest hoodie.

“Still cold?” Bruce asked you, handing you a hot chocolate - noticing your shaky hands.

“Unbelievably,” You responded, there were tints of blue upon your lips.

You could barely keep food down in you, sometimes you were too tired to even make yourself food and hold a fork up to your lips. You were sick and it doesn’t seem like you were able to recover.

That was until by the end of November, you were hospitalised. For a week, the team was in the dark about the situation. There was a lot of talks between Nick and the doctor, between you and Nick, between you and the doctor.

“It seems like they’ll have to know,” You spoke softly, rough at the edges as if you haven’t been drinking water.

“Yeah, don’t suppose you want to tell them?” Nick asked, hoping it would bring out a smile to you.

“I wouldn’t be able to look of hurt in their eyes.”

Nick breaks them the news.

You’re dying, you have known this fact since the start of the year. Did you mean to keep that information from them? No, it never came up. You knew there was no cure, and you hated that. You’re a superhero, people look at you expecting you’re untouchable. 

Nick never wanted to send you out for a mission, he wanted you last year to be one to remember. 

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Steve asked, looking at you in the hospital bed.

“You never asked.”

“Is-” Bruce lets out a heavy sigh before continuing, “Is there a cure at all?”

“If there was I wouldn’t have told you I would be dead by the end of the year,” You answered, you let out a cough.

“Why?” Tony whispered, brushing your hair, “Why did you hide it from me? From us?”

“It was easier.”

The team looked at you, you look fragile, there was a clear loss of weight and you were too weak to even pick up stuff. You were a concerning paler shade of your skin tone. Sweat dripping from your forehead and you were shaking. Every so often you would cough so violently, a wheeze would escape your mouth - god it hurt you so much, the team could tell that. 

“A superhero is not immune to diseases with no cure,” You chuckled to yourself, no one joins you - they look at you with pain in their eyes. “I just want to thank you though.”

“For what?” Steve whispers, if he speaks any louder - he fears his voice will break.

“Thank you for the happiest year of my life.”

You died in your sleep at the age of twenty six. They didn’t expect it because despite two weeks composed of bad days, that one day, you were actually better.

But it didn’t matter. Because the team was there with him. Steve held your hand as you slept, held you even when the doctors came and told them you were no more. The team didn’t cry. They didn’t beg them to try again. Because that night when you were supposed to be unconscious, Steve felt you squeeze his hand twice.

It was your own way of saying Thank You.

Thanking them that they stayed by your side to the end.

The funeral was simple, after all, you were a simple man. It was just the team and people who truly knew you. They couldn’t hold back the tears, the funeral was quiet sobs, they couldn’t bare to look at the smiling picture that was present in front of them.

Christmas wasn’t the same without you, there was an empty part of the team. the new year came around, they drank so much that they regret it. They found themselves back at the dock, fresh air will help their hangover.

It’s been a year since you announced that you will be dying at the end of the year.

At least, in their mind, they gave you the happiest year - that’s all it matters.

You were happy and content with the life you have had. 

They were happy to be a part of your life.

[atlatus]

Disease

Character: Xiao

Pronouns: They/them

Post type: Angst

The green haired man opens his eyes to an unfamiliar scenery. He was on the ground, trees covering his surroundings, he can't seem to remember how he got here. Pushing himself up with his arms, he stands up, walking towards the crowd of trees.

While walking through the forest, he finally sees light. The adeptus runs towards it, arriving to see unusual contraptions¹ that he has never seen before. He furrows his eyebrows, 'Where am I? What is this place?' Due to his unusual appearance and clothing, a bystander unsurprisingly notices him. "Excuse me sir, are you perhaps lost?" He turns around, his eyes narrowing, "Who are you?" They're eyes widen, "Oh, sorry! I haven't introduced myself. My name's (F/N)." They smile.

He looks at them suspiciously, ". . . . My name is Xiao." (F/N)'s eyes widen a bit before smiling, "What a nice name! Won't you come with me? It's a bit cold out tonight." They propose. Though the adeptus is cautious, he nods. They giggle, holding out their hand, "Now, let's get you somewhere warm." 

_

After about 2 weeks with Xiao, you decided to try and convince your parents to get him into to your school. Even though you're quite calm most of the time, you were determined to convince them. Your parents sigh before nodding, beaming with excitement, you rush to the guest room. Knocking on the door frantically, Xiao opens it, clearly agitated. "What do you want?" You smile, "Hey hey! You're going to my school now!" 

He furrows his eyebrows, "I don't see the reason for me to go to school." Pushing the door the close it but you caught it with your foot, "C'mon~, it won't be that bad." You say. He rolls his eyes sighing before nodding. Your heart beats with excitement.

_

Xiao's first day in school has finally arrived, wearing different clothes made him itch a bit. He's isn't used to this type of attire.

Looking up at the school, surprised at the size of it. His face made you giggle a bit, "Alright, let's go." They both walk up to the entrance,  you open the door for him. He narrows his eyes a bit before continuing on through the hallway. Immediately, people started noticing him, some observing his face while others looked more shocked. 

'Hey doesn't that guy look like that character in Genshin?'

'Is he a cosplayer or something?'

'I have to take a picture with him!'

'Oh my god, he looks so cute!' 

The whispering got louder and louder, 'Why is everyone staring at me like that?'  Finally arriving to his classroom, you both enter. The sound of the door opening got the attention of everyone, the teacher looked over at the door, "Ah, you must be the new student! I'm Mr. Johnson, I'll be your teacher this school year!"

Xiao looked uneasy and uncomfortable, you quickly pat him on the back before sending him a reassuring smile, quietly telling him "It'll be alright."

"Now, would you mind introducing yourself?" The green haired man nods a bit before saying, "My name is Xiao, it's a pleasure to meet you." Some people in the classroom start whispering to their friends, "Oh my god, no way is it actually him?" "How did he even get here?" They were beaming with excitement.

"Well, nice to meet you Xiao! Why don't you sit next to your friend there. They sit at the corner seat over there." You smile before guiding him to where you're sitting. The teacher quickly quiets the class down before starting the lesson.

_

Xiao unsurprisingly got popular, many people would crowd around him to either talk to him, ask to hang out, or take pictures. He was quickly overwhelmed with the attention but got used to it after a few days. He started gaining friends fast and wasn't able to be with you anymore. Though you are glad he's happy, you can't brush off the feeling in the pit of your stomach. It feels like thorns poking in your chest and throat. You despised it. Not only did it hurt, but it made you feel like throwing up.

Everyday, you miss his conversations with you. Watching from afar with jealousy evident in your eyes. It's the same cycle everyday, people crowding him when you both arrive to the school. He

doesn't even look at you anymore. You feel like a ghost, no one acknowledging your existence, you're basically just. . . there. 

One day, the urge to throw up made you lurch forward, putting a hand on your lips. You stand up quickly before running to the restroom. Kneeling down in front of the toilet, you throw up the, coughing and gagging. You look in the toilet bowl, eyes suddenly going wide. 'Flowers? What the hell-'  Panic quickly flows through your body, 'What is this? Am I gonna die?'  You reach for your phone in your pocket, searching up 'throwing up flowers'. The first result is something called the Hanahaki Disease. The article states that, "Hanahaki disease is a disease where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs, which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible if left untreated." Your eyes scan through the article again, 'Unrequited or one-sided love?'  You start to panic again, 'I won't be able to breath if this is untreated?'  Your breathing becomes uneven and shaky, your expression suddenly turns into one that's sad, 'Does this mean Xiao. . . doesn't like me back?. . .'

Looking at the article again, you see 'cures for the disease', "Hanahaki can be cured through surgical removal of the plants' roots, but this excision also has the effect of removing the patient's capacity for romantic love. It may also erase the patient's feelings for and memories of the enamoured. It can also be cured by the reciprocation of the victim's feelings. These feelings cannot be feelings of friendship but must be feelings of genuine love."

'I can get them surgically removed, but, what's the point? I'll lose my feelings for him. I don't want to. I like it when my heart thumps whenever he smiles, or whenever he pouts in embarrassment due to a teasing comment from me. I don't.. I don't want these feelings to end.'

The ongoing thought of you losing your feelings for him made you cringe. '

Is it too late?'

_

Throughout a month, the condition only got worse. Throwing up these petals made you feel sick, it feels like God is planning to take your life right then and there. Xiao doesn't even talk to you anymore, you see him in the house sometimes but he's outside most of the time. The disease affected your mental and physical health, you were noticeably skinny and tired. The bags under your eyes proved it. Your parents have tried to talk to you about it but, you refuse to say anything.

The desire to keep feeling love made you like this. Your grades have dropped and now you lost all your friends, they're all too caught up with Xiao. At this point, you gave up on getting help. This whole situation will end when you die. You plan to talk to Xiao once more before you pass.

_

Two months. . .

It's been two months now. . .

The condition worsened greatly. Flower petals littered your room. You looked sickly, almost like a dead body. Well, that's what you're going to be in a couple days. . .

Using all your strength, you lift yourself up. "Need. . to go. . talk to. . Xiao." Right now, Xiao was with his friends. Luckily, you slipped a note in his locker the day before-

Meet me on top of hill tomorrow at 5:30 p.m.

- Sincerely, (F/N)

You had followed him when he opened his locker, he shrugged before stuffing the note into his backpack. You hoped that he would listen to it. If he doesn't show up today, you'll die happily knowing he is happy without you. His happiness is more important than your feelings or life.

You arrived at the hill. Looking at your watch, '5:15. Guess I'm early.'  You sit down on top of it, looking at the sun slowly setting.  

After a few minutes, you hear footsteps. Turning around, you see Xiao, his face neutral and calm. He then sat beside you, "So, what did you need?" He asks. You look back at the sun before smiling, "Have you enjoyed your time here?" Though your throat is aching, you still managed to say something.

He seems confused, "Of course I have. I've never been this

happy. ." Knowing he's happy made you feel relieved. To think that you found him in front of a forest, confused and cautious. It almost made you tear up.

"I'm happy that you are, Xiao."

You both stay silent, "Xiao, before I go, whatever happens after, promise me you'll be happy. I can't stand seeing you with a frown." You say with a raspy voice.

". . .Of course." 

 _

You find yourself laying on a hospital bed. You try to move but your body is too sore. Your ears perked up to muffled talking, "I'm sorry sir, ma'am but the kid is going to be gone soon. The Hanahaki disease already clogged up most of the patients lungs. We can either surgically remove it or-" The doctor was quickly cut off, "Surgically remove it! Please save them! Just remove the damn flowers, please!" You heard your mom scream.

"Ma'am, we have to get the patients consent. Removing the flowers will cause the patients enamored feelings for their-" The doctor was cut off once again, "I don't care anymore! Just please, save my kid!"

The argument was ongoing before you stored up all your strength and spoke, "M-mom. . . I don't want my. . . feelings to go. . . away." Your voice was barely audible, but they heard it. Your mom rushes over to your bed (despite the doctors warnings), "(F/N)! Don't be like that! Your life is more important!"

Tears start welling up your mom's eyes, "Please don't leave us. . ."

You stare at her before smiling, "It's okay mom, besides-" You cough, "It's already. . . too late." Despair was evident in your mothers face.

"Oh and. . . before I go. . . tell Xiao to stay happy. . . and that I love him."

The lights started to go dim, eyes slowly closing before your slow breathing stopped-

Permanently. 

_

Your funeral was held at a nearby cemetery. Your coffin was the color brown, a glass covering the top of it so they could see you. Xiao was there, staring at your face.  When he got the news that you died, his world fell apart. He thought this was just some sick joke, but the body in the coffin proved him wrong. He could faintly see flower petals near your mouth.

Your funeral and seeing your body is what made Xiao cry and scream out in agony and sadness. "No No NO! (F/N) don't leave me!! Please tell me this is a joke please! (F/N)! I love you please don't leave!"

He prayed and prayed that you would wake up. . .

But his prayers weren't heard.

_

One week after your funeral, Xiao's whole demeanor changed. He was a calm boy who would speak only when spoken to. But now, he doesn't speak. He ignores all his friends, he ignores your parents, he ignores everyone. He stays cooped up in your room. Sleeping on your bed and smelling your scent that lingers on it. Oh how he misses talking to you, your bright smile was what made him feel alive.

He was laying on your bed one day (as usual) and for some reason, he felt a bit sick. He brushed it off thinking it would go away in a few hours. But it only got worse.

He rushes to the bathroom then looks at the mirror. He looks terrible, bags under his eyes and skin looking a bit pale. He suddenly lurches forward, coughing and gagging.

He looks down and laughs a bit. Petals, beautiful petals covered in blood.

Looks like he's going to suffer with this disease as well. . .

Unusual contraptions¹ - cars

[peterrparrkerr]

Hanahaki disease - read on ao3

Tagging: @lokitonypeter @just-things-things @thegreenmetblue @someonepostedart @andacheesyoneliner @bluestarker @lilcoffeecup @useless-fanfictions-for-mcu

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Peter's known for a long time that he was in love with Tony. Since he was seven, and Ironman saved his life. Since he came home to Tony Stark on his couch, talking with his aunt.

Since the trip to Germany, and everything else leading up to now. The more time he spent with the older man, the more in love with him he became.

Peter never really thought he'd be the one to get sick. He thought he'd been immune. He's had crushes before, been in unrequited love before, and he never got sick.

But with Tony, it came on so suddenly. One day he was fine, and then the next, blue petals were in his sink after a coughing fit.

He'd been so shocked he'd stumbled back and almost hit his head on the bathroom door.

That was six months ago, and its not gotten better. He's been lucky enough to hide it from everyone.

With May's long hours at the hospital and his school's wacky scheduling, and the Avengers keeping Peter on the outskirts, its easy to hide the blue flowers.

He's read stories about people with the disease getting better on their own, or even learning to live with it for the rest of their lives.

He's also read about it killing people.

But he can't tell Tony how he feels. He just can't. Tony thinks of Peter as a kid. Plus, while the age difference doesn't bother Peter at all, it might bother Tony.

The man was old enough to be his dad anyway. So Peter decided to hide the flower petals. For as long as he could.

"Hey, Pete, you getting the popcorn or what?" Clint calls from the living room. Peter coughs again, hunched over the trashcan beside the kitchen island.

"Yeah!" He shouts, coughing again. He reaches into his mouth, picking the petals off his tongue before straightening. He glances down at the trash, covered in wet, wilty petals and feels his stomach roll.

He quickly grabs a bunch of paper towel, throwing them into the trash to cover them, then pushing it all down as far as it'd go.

After a second, he grabs the two bowls of popcorn and makes his way back into the living room.

"Sorry, I had to melt the butter," he excused, handing one bowl off to Clint -who would be sharing with Nat, Bruce and Steve.

Peter handed the other bowl off to Sam, who was in reach of Tony, Thor, Bucky and Peter.

"What are we watching again?" Peter asked, clearing his throat. It was always worse when Peter was around Tony.

"Halloween," Sam said, smirking over at Peter.

"Its August," Peter exclaims.

"Yeah, and we were going to watch A Walk To Remember but Tony doesn't do chick flicks, and the grandparents haven't seen it yet."

"Hey, Tony hasnt seen it either," Steve yelped, waving a hand at Tony, sitting at the corner of the couch, beside Sam.

Peter tried not to think about how close they'd be if Sam and him just switched places.

"That's because Halloween is a terrible series."

"It not!" Peter can't help interjecting. "Its right up there with Nightmare on Elm Street and  Friday the 13th."

"How do you even know what those movies are?" Clint asks, laughing on the other couch.

"I watch old movies," Peter shrugged, feeling the familiar sense of self-consciousness creep into his chest, tickling at his lungs.

"Old!" Tony barked. "Kid, the 80s aren't old."

Peter forces himself to laugh and shrug and make a joke about hanging out with people twice his age, and the conversation moves on.

But it just reminds Peter that Tony would never see him as an equal because of his age. There was no way he'd ever accept that Peter loved him. Or would love him back.

The movie plays, and Peter chews handfuls of popcorn to keep from coughing up a lung.

Bucky and Steve are on the edge of their seats, fully invested in the corny horror film when Tony starts coughing.

Everyone glances over in concern, but the man just waves his hand, mouth pressed into his elbow.

"Pop-corn-" he chokes out between coughs.

"You're supposed to chew it," Nat laughs. Peter tries not to outwardly show how worried he is when Tony's face grows red, the coughing so bad he has to get up and make his way to his bedroom down the hallway.

Everyone returns to watching the movie, but Peter can't help but wonder if Tony's okay, especially when he doesn't come back right away.

"Uh, I gotta take a leak," Peter lies, climbing to his feet.

"Thanks for sharing, little man," Sam huffed. Peter doesn't say anything else,just makes his way down the hallway.

Tony's bedroom is all the way at the end. The only people who live in the penthouse with him are Steve and Bucky, and Wanda and Vision -though they're out on a date for the night.

He passes the bathroom door, and his frown deepens when he hears Tony hacking in his bedroom.

He keeps light on his toes, reaching the bedroom door that's not all the way closed, and pushes it open just a little.

"Ton-" the sight before him cuts him off, and he ducks back a little, worried maybe the older man might've seen him.

He feels his chest tighten at the sight. Tony, leaned over with a bedside trash can between his knees, coughing up little pink flowers.

Peter's eyes widen when the man spits a glob of blood into the basket before continuing to cough.

Tears burn at Peter's eyes and he quickly backs up, rushing down the hallway and past the living room.

"Hey, where you going? Where's the fire?"

"I-I gotta go home aunt May- uh, I gotta go she wants me home," Peter shouts, snatching up his keys and phone on the way out.

He's in the elevator, and he can't stop the sobs from tightening his throat.

Tony's sick. Tony's in love with someone who doesn't love him back. Tony's in love with someone and its not Peter.

Be chokes on tears and petals all the way to the main floor, shoves the petals into his pocket and runs from the building.

He knew his love was unrequited. He knew there was no chance, but to see Tony so in love with someone else -it was like digging a knife into his heart and twisting.

He makes it to his bedroom and buries his face into his pillow, muffling his crying so May won't hear when she gets home. Hopefully she'll think hes still at the tower and won't check on him until the morning.

He cries himself to sleep, eyes gritty and heavy.

*-*

"Hey, kid, how's patrolling going?"

Peter jolts at the sudden sound of Tony's voice in his ear, momentarily forgetting he has a connection to the tower now. New upgrades.

"Uh, good," Peter huffed, swinging from building to building. "Stopped a mugging, and helped a couple people with the parking meters."

Tony chuckles over the coms. "You gotta stop showing people the coin on tape trick."

Peter can't help but smile through his mask. He clears his throat when he feels the familiar tickle at the back of his throat.

"Fuck capitalism, Mr. Stark," he says.

"You do know capitolism is kind of my job?"

"Its not," Peter countered. "I mean, it relied heavily on it in the beginning -what with the weapons and war profiteering- but you've come a long way! Sustainable energy and you're even recycling!"

Tony chuckles again, and Peter has a moment to regret his words -Tomy probably thinks he's just a dumb kid- before a coughing fit hits him out of nowhere.

It's so bad, Peter loses his momentum and drops onto a rough of a small cafe. Hes on his hands and knees, crawling from the edge of the roof as he coughs and hacks.

"Pete, you okay? What's wrong?" Comes Tony's worried voice.

Peter feels the petals coating his mouth with nowhere to go and frantically tugs on his mask. He's choking, suffocating.

He rips the mask off and heaves a mess of petals and blood onto the gravel roof.

Its never been this bad. Panic grips his chest when he coughs and wretches more than he can get a breath in. He's suffocating.

Tears burn his eyes as he struck less desperately to take a breath. Just one breath.

His head begins to spin, chest heaving and he drops from his knees to his hips, legs curled off to the side as he holds himself up with shaky arms.

There's so much blood and petals, Peter doesn't know where its all coming from.

He's too busy dying to notice the suit of armor that drops onto the  roof, or that Tony's suddenly rushing towards him.

"Jesus, kid!" He breathed.

Peter lets out a sob, blood and petals continuing to fall from his mouth. His stomach hurts from the heaving, his chest from lack of oxygen.

Tony grabs him by the arms, pulling him forward until he's away from the pile of bile, blood and blue wilting flowers, nearly cradling him in his arms.

"Its alright, you're okay, you're gonna be okay," Tony repeated, rocking Peter while he continued to cough and sob.

He shakes his head, even as exhaustion and lack of air flow has his eyelids drooping, body settling further into Tony's hold.

When he wakes up again, he's in a hospital bed. Theres an iv in the back of his hand, and a tube running down his throat from his nose.

He swallows around it and has to fight back panic at the strange feeling.

There's a heart monitor on his index finger, and a few on his chest -which is bare.

Peter moves shaky hands to the blanket and pulls it up just enough to see. Someone had taken his suit off, leaving him in his red boxers.

He blushes at that. Who had taken his suit off? Damn, he hoped it wasn't Clint or Sam.

He drops the blanket just as the door opens. He looks up to see Tony step inside and he wants the bed to swallow him whole.

"Hey, kid," he greeted, shutting the door behind him and making his way towards Peter's bed. "You had us all pretty worried."

Peter drops his eyes to the itchy white hospital sheet, picking at a loose thread and not saying anything. What was there to say?

Tony sighs as he settles down into the chair beside the bed.

"Your aunt May is in the middle of a shift, but she'll be stopping by when she's got a break to check up on you."

"Okay," Peter barely manages to murmur.

"The doctors had to pump your lungs," Tony continued. "But its not a cure, Pete. They'll come back."

Tears burn at his eyes and he quickly brushes them away, sniffling as he does so.

"I know," he said. "Its alright, I'm okay."

"Peter," Tony sighs, grabbing Peter's hand. He looks up then, seeing the concern in the older man's eyes. "You're not okay, you're really sick."

"People live with it all the time," Peter brushed off.

"Who is it?"

"What?" Peter asked, heart monitor matching his fast pulse.

"Who is it? How long have you been like this?"

and it must be because Peter is tired -exhausted and drained and so sick of being sick- because fresh tears bloom and he pulls his hand from Tony's.

"Long time," is all he can say as he presses his palms into his eyes, rubbing at the tears.

"Who," Tony presses.

Fuck it, Peter thinks. He's already dying, he's already humiliated. Why not just confess?

"You," he says, pulling his hands from his face. "I've-I've been in love with you for- for years."

He can't handle the shocked look that filters through Tony's features, so he looks down at the iv in his hand, lower lip trembling.

"And I know you don't think of me that way," he continues. "I know, so its okay, I'm fine, I'll get over it or, or get the surgery or something-"

"Peter," Tony interrupts, moving from the chair to the side of the bed. He grabs both sides of Peter's jaw, forcing him to look up at Tony. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because," he says on a wet breath. "Because you've always thought of me as a kid. You- I'm still just a kid to you, and thats okay, Mr. Stark, I'm-"

Tony's eyebrows furrow as Peter has to stop talking. He's getting to the point where he's babbling, not understandable.

"I don't think of you as a kid," Tony says.

"Yes, you do," Peter huffed, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself down. "You do, and thats okay, I promise, I've live this long with it, I'm okay."

"Has it always been that bad?"

Peter shakes his head.

"What made it worse?"

Peter's showing his hand already, he might as well expose the card up his sleeve too.

"I saw you," he murmured. "During the movie. You're sick too. I didn't mean to, I was just- checking to make sure you were okay but-"

"Peter, sweetheart," Tony interrupted, and Peter looked up at him, realizing suddenly the man's eyes are watering a little.

"I'm sick because of you."

Peter feels like someone punched the air from his lungs, and he blinks up at Tony, eyebrows drawing close as he tries to process what Tony's said.

"What?" He asks feebly. A small smile pulls at the corner of Tony's mouth and he leans forward, kissing Peter softly on the mouth.

It's a simple kiss, but it sucks the air from Peter's lungs.

"We're really bad at communicating, kid," Tony chuckled wetly, their noses brushing. Peter can't help but sniffle a laugh as well, his hands moving to grip the front of Tony's shirt.

"M'not a kid," he mumbles, pressing his forehead against Tony's. The older's hands are still cradling his face, thumbs brushing against his wet cheeks.

"No, you're not," Tony agreed.

[stargazer-balladeer]

Hiya! Could I please request an angsty doc for Diluc from Genshin Impact? Maybe the reader is his best friend and secretly loves him but he doesn’t know? The reader develops hanahaki (the flower illness? I dunno if I spelled it right) disease and gets progressively closer to dying until Diluc finds them collapsed, surrounded by blood and flower petals, and he panics and holds the reader, confessing his love for them somewhere in his panic which cures them of the illness? Thank you!!

Daffodils [Genshin Impact]

[ Diluc Ragnvindr x Gender Neutral! Reader ]

{Hanahaki Disease}

Notes: making this an angst instead of fluffy is quite tempting- I hope I did justice to your request 😔✊im sorry if you don’t like this ;w; Hope you’ll still enjoy it tho! (If you want a redo, please request again-)

(I tried using the flowers in the game but.. their useless 😐. Cecilia looks like Lilies flowers but their meaning is basically soulmates- i decided to use daffodils in this one-)

Warning: Mentions of blood and negative things.

Word Count: 1297

Diluc narrows his eyes at the running figure that he calls his friend. Why were they running away from him? Did he smell bad? Diluc’s brows furrowed as he shakes his head. That’s not it. They’ve been acting weird for quite a while now. At first, Diluc shrugged it off. But as days go by, weeks, Diluc started to notice their strange behavior.

Recently, they look sick. Their skin lost color and their face always seem pale. Thick bags appeared beneath their eyes. And they always cough. For some reason, [Y/N] also seem to be avoiding him, and only him. They are still talking to everyone in Mondstadt, all except him. Did he do something wrong? Then what is it?

Diluc wanted to confront them about it. His patience is wearing thin. He sighed as he tries to think of a new plan to do to capture- no, convince them to talk. Tomorrow, I’ll get the answer I want..

——

How did you get in this position again? [Y/N] sweatdropped as their eyes were on the ground. Ah yes. Diluc fucking ambushed me— “I don’t know what you’re playing at, but I’m getting my answers now.” Diluc said harshly, but there’s concern underlying it. [Y/N] knew that he’s just worried about them but they don’t want him to know. Especially their feelings towards their pyro-user friend.

Don’t make him guilty— Don’t say anything— It’s better this way—

“I.. don’t know what you’re talking about.” [Y/N] mumbled numbly. Diluc clicked his tongue as his hold in their hands tightened. [Y/N] winced a bit, but they knew that Diluc wouldn’t hurt them. It’s just the way he is. Even though he puts up a stoic, cold front, his a baby in the inside.

That’s what made [Y/N] fall in love with him..

But, they knew that their love will never be requited—

[Y/N]’s eyes widened when they felt something familiar rising in their throat. No! They screamed in their mind. Not now!

Diluc noticed their panic and raised a brow. “What’s wrong?” [Y/N] kept their mouth shut, afraid that they’ll start coughing if they spoke. The concern in his eyed became apparent now as he slowly lets go of their hands. “Talk to me, [Y/N].. we’re friends, aren’t we?”

[Y/N]’s eyes prickle when they heard the friend word. That’s all they will be. Friends. Their hands cup their mouth. The vile inside their mouth is rising even more, scratching their throat, wanting to be let out.

Diluc’s hand move to touch their cheek but [Y/N] move. Hurt. That was on Diluc’s face. Unable to look at him anymore, their legs started sprinting. They could hear Diluc calling for them.

They ran as fast as they could until they arrived at a forest in Springvale. They couldn’t breathe, literally couldn’t breathe. They cough, trying to get whatever in their throat out. It was painful. They wanted it to stop.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the thing stuck on their throat finally came out. [Y/N] retracted their hand, only for their eyes to widen in fright. There in their palm was full of blood, along with the blood-stained petals of the flower Daffodils.

How ironic. [Y/N] knew exactly what they mean as tears started falling in their eyes.

Diluc is the only one for them..

——

Diluc has been feeling uneasy ever since this morning. He doesn’t know why but something tells him that he should check up on [Y/N]. Its been a week since he last saw them. Ever since then, they just.. disappeared. Diluc only grew worried about them when his mind would wander to that day.

He could clearly remember the pain in their eyes, clearly seeking for help to him. However he didn’t do anything as he watch them ran from him. But now, more determined than ever, he will get the answers from them.

Diluc stood in front of their door in their house just outside of Mondstadt. His hand rise to knock, but he hesitated. What if they don’t want to see him? What would he do? Diluc shakes his head. Now’s not the time to think of that.

He slowly knock on the wooden door. No answer. He knocks again, this time calling out. “It’s me. Open the door.” No answer again. His brows furrowed as he tried to listen if there was someone inside the house. But only silence greeted him. He pursued his lips, now concern than ever. He tried opening the door but it was locked.

He cursed as he tried to find any alternative way to get inside. His eyes landed on a nearby tree that lead to their bedroom window. His mind was contemplating on whether or not he should do it. But in the end, his worrisome self got the best of him.

Diluc climb up the tree slowly and carefully. Once he reached their window, he tried peeking in but the sunlight was not making it easy for him. “Stupid sun..” Diluc mumbled as he got closer to the window.

What Diluc saw froze him, not literally mind you. His eyes widened at the sight of [Y/N] laying on the ground with pool of blood surrounding them and daffodils. His mind is still racing when he screamed their name while jumping to the window, effectively breaking it.

Glass shards scratch his face, but he didn’t pay any mind. He quickly went to [Y/N]’s side. Tears pooling in his eyes as flashbacks of his father’s death flash before him. “No no no! [Y/N]! Wake up!”

Thankfully, [Y/N] opened their eyes, but Diluc can tell their struggling to keep their eyes open. He gave them a weak smile as he cradles their body in his, not minding that the blood and daffodils stick on his clothes. “D-Diluc..? What’re you..?” [Y/N] weakly mumbled as a series of cough interrupted them.

Diluc rubbed their back as he eyed the daffodils. Where has he seen this before? Why does it seem familiar? Then it finally click in his mind. Hanahaki Disease. This made Diluc’s heart stopped momentarily when realization hits him hard. You love someone you can’t have?

“Who is it?” Diluc asked while looking at the walls. “It’s.. no use.. you.. don’t need to know.” [Y/N] weakly responded. Diluc grits his teeth as his hold on [Y/N]’s shoulders tightened. “Tell me so that I know who I’ll kill.” [Y/N] lets out a strained laughter.

Knowing that [Y/N] wouldn’t speak, Diluc sighed as he pulled their body to his in a hug. “You know.. this’ll turn out differently if you would let me love you instead of that bastard.” [Y/N]’s eyes widened at his sudden confession. His arms tightened around them. “Maybe.. I would have given you the best life instead of suffering like this.”

Tears were trekking down Diluc’s cheeks. The mere thought of losing them from someone they love is unbearable to him. He doesn’t want to believe. He loves you too much. “I love you.. you idiot..”

[Y/N] lets out a laugh before starting to laugh. Their tears no longer filled with grief. Their heart was beating fast in their chest as they hug him tighter. They could feel themselves healing. The thorns in their throat now disappeared.

Diluc was confused on why they were laughing. Did he say something funny? But when they pull back from the embrace. His eyes widened, they look more healthy than they ever been. Their smile was bright as they press their forehead with his. “I love you too, Diluc.”

Ah.. so he was the reason why you have hanahaki disease? He doesn’t know whether to be grateful, sad, angry or— basically, he’s a mess. Even though his mind is a mess, it doesn’t stop him from pulling you into a kiss.

Finally.

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[shelbywanders]

*** Trigger warnings ***

Medical procedure gone wrong / Traumatic birth / Chronic illness

Please read chapter 1 before reading 💜

Chapter 2 - New Mom Stress

I’m adjusting to life as a new mama. Having a newborn is challenging, you’re up all day and night, you’ve suddenly become another humans life line. You can read all the books, all the blogs, take all the classes you want to prepare for having a newborn, but trust me, you will not feel prepared even with that all. It’s a huge adjustment! It’s amazing, it’s incredible the amount of love you have for something so tiny but it’s hard and overwhelming too.

It’s also hard doing it all when you’re in a lot of pain. No matter what kind of pain, taking care of someone else when you can hardly handle yourself is hard. But my pain, was my head. For 10 days straight after the epidural incident when I gave birth, I had the most painful headache I’ve ever experienced. It wasn’t a normal headache, it was that same excruciating head pressure pain I got during whatever happened with the epidural. Nothing helped it. I was taking prescribed ibuprofen (I had just gave birth, remember!) and Tylenol and it didn’t phase the head pain at all. I remember it got so bad the only thing I could do was cry. And crying makes headaches worse so if someone is crying with a headache, you know it fucking hurts. I was also a new mom, I was learning how to breastfeed, I was learning how to take care of a baby, I was sleep deprived. And I had a giant wound in my vagina from pushing a whole human out. Basically, a lot of things were happening that was new to my body, so I assumed the headache was nothing more than my body trying to adjust.

But almost two weeks had passed and I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I called my OB and explained how this headache hasn’t gone away since getting the epidural and I was just worried. We made an appointment and I went in, she was concerned of my blood pressure being high or possibly developing post-eclampsia. But everything was okay. I got the whole spiel of “you’re a new mom, you’re breastfeeding, your hormones are all whacky. It will probably go away soon,” and was sent home. Which of course at the time, made sense to me. Although I still had the feeling that something wasn’t right, the pain I experienced during my epidural wasn’t normal and now this headache was debilitating. But I was a new mom. And the doctor said I was fine. Who was I to question anybody?

I kept going, because I had to. It had to get better at some point? The head pain did stop being constant…but it never went fully away. I started to notice a pattern with the head pain, and it was way worse when I did certain things. I noticed that if I bent over, I would get the headache. If I coughed/sneezed/strained in any way, here comes the headache. If I moved my head too fast, headache. If I stood up too fast, headache. Any change of pressure…my head felt like it was going to explode just like it did during the epidural incident. I lived with it for 4 months just thinking it will get better, the doctor said it was stress, it’ll get better. But it never did. It was getting too much to handle, I can’t even bend over to pick up my 10 lb baby, something is seriously not right…So I started the search for a neurologist, to get the first of many opinions.

Stay tuned for chapter 3.

*DISCLAIMER*

This is blog is not intended for medical advice nor intended to diagnose, treat, cure or prevent any disease. This blog is based off of personal experience.

[jerakeenc]

may recs (12: hobbit, x-men, mandalorian, good omens, mcu)

Don't mind me. I'm fandom hopping like crazy.

Ghivashel by mdseiran

Hobbit | Bilbo/Thorin | Mature | 44,240 words

The last thing Bilbo expects when he stays up late one night is company. The strange dwarf and his companion crash into his life and prove unexpected saviours. But the dwarf seems to think he will be joining them on their travels, and Bilbo has no such intentions.

Fascinating AU. Smaug claims young!Thorin as his treasure.

Previous Engagements by Lunarflare14

Hobbit | Bilbo/Thorin | Teen | 26,750 words

But as Spring approaches a caravan from the Blue mountains brings something everyone had nearly forgotten: the dwarf woman Thorin promised his hand to many years ago. 

Which is fine. It's all fine. It wasn't like Bilbo was falling in love with the king or anything. 

That would be tragic.

Super precious.

Impulse Decisions by listerinezero

X-Men | Erik/Charles | Explicit | 40,760 words

Erik wakes up in Las Vegas with a hell of a hangover, a telepath in his bed, and a ring on his finger. Now what?

This is a very nice rom-com.

Into the Fray by miss_aphelion

X-Men | Erik/Charles | Explicit | 31,770 words

Every year, two alphas are chosen from each district for a fight to death, and every year, a single omega is chosen to join them in the arena as the prize. 

Erik Lehnsherr's name has been drawn to compete as an alpha tribute and he is set solely on survival, but he hadn't exactly counted on Charles, the mysterious omega tribute that isn't playing by any of the rules. Hunger Games AU.

Very very nice. I didn't think i'd be interested in a Hunger Games fusion; this story proved me wrong.

No Longer in Silence by Black_Betty

X-Men | Erik/Charles | Explicit | 26,250 words

It has been eight years since Charles has seen Erik. Eight years since they parted under unkind circumstances and Erik went off to sea. The boy he once knew is Captain Lehnsherr now and they are as known to one another as strangers, and yet--Charles finds that eight years has done nothing to diminish the feelings he had when he was 16 and in love.

It's unfortunate then that Erik doesn't feel the same way.

Great Persuasion AU. No magical lack of homophobia in this AU which is a shame, but the ending is still satisfying.

Spectral Bodies in Orbit by Orockthro

Mandalorian | Din/Luke | Teen | 27,690 words

Luke wants the New Republic to back and fund his plans for the new Jedi Order, Bo-Katan wants Mandalore to rise to its previous glory, Leia wants a system of governance that is functional, and Din wants a nap.

Super charming!

Broken Threads by Sadie1902

Mandalorian | Din/Luke | Teen | 78,900 words

The battle is over, the rebels have won. But Luke Skywalker is still reeling from his ordeal in the Emperor's throne room, both physically and emotionally. Wracked with pain and fatigue, he tries to recuperate on Endor with a few days of much-needed rest. But before he even has a chance to relax, he's captured by an enterprising bounty hunter in Mandalorian armor. 

Din Djarin can't believe his luck. It's the score of his life, the bounty they all said was impossible. The payout will set his Tribe up well... so long as they don't know exactly who he made a deal with. But the job turns out to be more than Din bargained for when his bounty collapses from mysterious injuries, and he must face the truth of the horrors the Empire has wrought. 

Now, on the run from half the galaxy, it's a race against time as Din helps Luke find a cure for the disease that's slowly breaking the hero apart. There's only one problem... they need a Jedi. And Luke is the last of his kind. 

Or is he?

Really good! Nice adventure, an AU backstory with hurt!Luke and protective!Din and a very slow-moving well-earned romance.

dearly departed by attheborder

Good Omens | Aziraphale/Crowley | Teen | 29,770 words

Finally, Aziraphale spoke. “You mean to say— you got us married?”

“Just as a precaution, I never really thought I’d end up discorporated again, it’d been ages, you just don’t get stampedes or assassinations like you used to —”

“You got us married, and you didn’t tell me?”

Delightful writing! This is as cute as it gets between a demon and an angel.

What the Deep Heart Means by unpossible

MCU | Clint/Coulson | Explicit | 54,580 words

Clint doesn’t want to go out. Doesn’t want to make conversation, doesn’t even want to eat. But he can’t show any of that, not if he doesn’t want to be rendered inactive by the psychs. Being useful is all he has left.

What he does want, mostly, is to be taken out back like Old Yeller. But that isn’t an option. He doesn’t get the easy way out.

Absolutely delicious angst. Clint pretends to keep it together after Coulson's death. Then Coulson comes back and he kind of... shatters.

Wasn't Born A Beauty Queen (But I'm Okay With That) by thatdamneddame 

MCU | Clint/Coulson | Teen | 38,580 words

Philippa Coulson became Fury’s One Good Eye by being smart and relentlessly competent and notoriously difficult to faze.

This is a thing of beauty. Female Coulson. 38K words of mutual pining.

Words May Fail (The Body Remains) by ladyflowdi

MCU | Clint/Coulson | Explicit | 56,500 words

There's a beginning to every love story, Clint knows. Theirs just has more bullets and crazy people.

Great story of their whole relationship. Made me cry more than once. I wished more from the epilogue but not everyone has my love of 10K epilogues, so I'm used to not getting what I want in that respect.

Package Deal by Ralkana

MCU | Clint/Coulson | Teen | 12,300 words

Clint's new neighbor Phil is gorgeous, Phil's little girl Ella is adorable, and Clint finds himself completely drawn in by the combination.

I thought this was gonna be one of those fics in a bad way, but it turned out to be one of those fics in a cute way.