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━ Corpse Bride AU .

Quackity x Reader - Chapter 2

word count : 801

Alex’s body lay on the hard wooden floor, the sounds of rattling bones and groovy music slowly becoming louder as he gains a hold of himself. He slowly opens his eyes, hoping that he had just fallen asleep in the forest, and it was all a dream.

As his vision comes into view, he sees the one thing he was afraid of. You. It wasn’t just you, there were other alive skeletons and zombies all staring down at him with hungry eyes.

You lifted your arm and dragged your cold bony fingers over his cheek, “He must have fainted! Are you alright?”

His eyes searched yours and he breathed out, “Wh- What happened?” His face was still as pale as the moon despite the green lights illuminating his confused expression.

All the other figures started pushing ahead and commenting on the state of him.

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a breather!”

“Oooh does he have a dead brother?”

“He’s still soft…”

Alex’s hands crept back against a counter, and he pulled himself up, trying to shuffle away from the intruders, “Oh… Oh- Holy shit.”

He looked around to see all kinds of creatures dancing, drinking, and laughing. The skeletons would drink over and over again since the liquids flow through their ribs and never really went anywhere.

“To the newlyweds!” The shorter pirate-like skeleton with a sword sticking out it’s ribs drank from its cup and congratulated the two of you.

Alex furrowed his eyebrows, “Newlyweds?”

You spoke up with a smile on your face, “Ah! In the woods you said your vows, so… perfectly…”

“I did…” He whispered to himself.

You showed him the shiny ring on your skeleton hand, wiggling your fingers.

“I did…” He whispers to himself again, not believing his current situation, “Oh no, no, no… God no-”

“Coming through! Coming through!” A tall man shoves through the crowd with a plate held up high in one of his hands. On that plate was a head, scurrying around on insect legs, “My name is Paul! Mhmhmhm! And I will be creating your wedding feast!”

With widened eyes, Alex turns back to you, and he’s greeted with your eye popping out. Covering his mouth after seeing a little green maggot come out.

“Wedding feast! I’m salivating…” It chirped.

You pushed your eye back into its socket effortlessly and laughed awkwardly, “Mm, maggots… Hah-”

“Oh.” Alex commented.

In an act of pure fear and shock, he runs around the building, looking for some sort of exit, only to realise he doesn’t know a way out and everywhere is filled with skeletons doing everyday human things.

Using all his strength, he picks up the sword that’s been penetrated through the pirate skeleton, “I’ve got a… I’ve got a dwarf! An-And I’m not afraid to use him!”, he continues, waving him around, “I want some questions… Now!”

“…Answers… I think you mean answers!” The skeleton says.

Alex gulps, “Thank you- Yes- Answers.” “I need answers!”

“What’s going on here? Where am I? Who are you?” His voice is shaking.

You look down with a look of sadness, “Well- That’s kind of a long story…”

From the corner of the room, another skeleton speaks up, one who wore a black hat, had his arms crossed, and a dark shadow cast over his face, “What a story it is…”

He continued with expressive hand motions, “A tragic tale of romance… passion… and a murder most foul…” He clutched his heart in pain.

And then something unexpected happened.

“Hit it boys.”

To accompany the depressing story of your death, everyone sang with joyous voices and dance moves. All chanting over and over again.

“Die, die, die!”

“Die, die, die!”

“Die, die, die!”

The story of how you ended up as the beautiful corpse bride.

You were once someone whose beauty was known for miles around. Until one day a mysterious man came into town, down on his cash. You fell so hard and so fast, but your daddy said no! You just couldn’t accept that! You couldn’t cope. So, the both of you came up with a plan to elope, to meet up late at night. Next to the graveyard by the old oak tree, on a dark foggy night at a quarter to three.

You waited and waited. You were ready to go but where was he? You waited and waited. There in the shadows… Was it a man? Your poor little heart was beating so loud! But in a blink, everything went black. And when you opened your eyes, you were dead as dust. And so, you made a vow lying under that God forsaken tree that you’d wait for your true love to come set you free!”

But in the midst of all the singing and dancing, Alex had slipped away.

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━ Corpse Bride AU .

Quackity x Reader - Chapter 1

word count : 1k

There he stood in the outskirts of the town, on the border between the bridge and the cold forest. Clasping a withered branch with a golden wedding ring slid up the stem in his hands. Quackity had just messed up his wedding practice after stumbling over his words, attempting to say his vows, while proceeding to drop the candle and set his mother in law's dress aflame. How pathetic.

He sighed out, hanging his head low, “She must think I’m a fool…”, he stuffs the branch into his suit pocket, “this day couldn’t get any worse…”

In the distance, he can hear the shouting of a man, trashing a loud bell around.

“Hear ye, hear ye! Rehearsal in ruins as man causes chaos!”

The town crier drags his insulting headlines on and on. His long face spilling out more humiliating words, accompanied by the ringing of the bell grasped in his fist.

Alex fixes the beanie on his head and starts walking in the other direction, towards the forest. The further he walks, the further he ventures into the forest, the cold air biting at his face and blowing a few strands of hair in different directions.

He looks down at the ground, “It really shouldn’t be all that difficult., it’s just a few simple vows!”

And so, he starts practising out loud to seemingly nobody.

“With this hand,” he says as he looks down at his hand, “I will take your wi- No…”

He continues walking through the forest, his feet crunching through the white snow.

“With this hand, I will cup your- Oh god no…”

“With… this… With this…? With this candle! I will- I will…?”

Alex brings his hands to his face and drags them down, “I will set your mother on fucking fire…”

He plops down into a fallen log and fishes out the lone branch from his pocket, the ring glistening in the blue moon light. As he looks at the ring closer, he feels himself piecing it all together. His fingers pinch the ring as he stands up with stable legs.

“With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty for I will be your wine!”

Alex flicks the ring up into the air as a celebration and catches it in his palm and begins acting out his future interactions with his soon-to-be wife and parents in law.

“Ah, Hello miss, you look ravishing this evening.”

“What’s that sir? Call you dad? If you insist, sir!”

“With this candle, I will light your way in darkness!”

Just before he finishes his vows, he kneels down to a branch that looks oddly similar to a hand.

“With this ring, I ask you… to be mine!”

Alex slides the ring onto the finger of this branch, and he sighs in awe at his own skills.

Just a moment later, the wind picks up, almost taking his beanie with it. The trees and branches come alive as the echoes of cracking fill his eardrums. Crows and leaves fly around and Alex turns his head away for a second to analyse the shift in mood.

“What the FUCK- “

Alex’s arm is dragged towards the ground by the branch he’d bestowed the ring upon. With all his brute strength, he pulls his arm up from the snow and pulls even harder. He shuts his eyes and tumbles back, sliding his hands against the bitter cold ground. But to his surprise, when he opened his eyes, he was met with a horrifying sight. His arm was free, but now a loose skeletal hand was tightening its grip on his sleeve, the wedding ring digging into his clothing.

He couldn’t even swear at the sight. He felt nauseous. He flung his arm to the side, where the skeleton arm let go and tumbled to his left.

A loud rustle is heard in front of him, where the hand was rooted from. He turns his head to see the new problem at hand and notices the ground cracking open, as if someone is trying to break out.

His eyes are glued to the snow, watching as another arm stretches out and claws at the ground. A figure digs itself out of the hole and he’s met with a figure. A torn veil draped open their face and a beautiful wedding dress hugging their body. The dress’ train is so long it could leave people walking a whole 5 feet behind them.

Alex’s mouth hung wide open and his eyes terrified. The person lifted the veil from their face to reveal who they were.

 …

You gasped out and looked at the horrified boy on the ground before whispering your first words to him.

“I do!”

You outstretch your only arm to him, and he shuffles back, unsure of anything that’s happening right now. He turns around and starts running for his life.

You, also unaware of what’s happening, walk in his direction, swooping your fallen arm off and clicking it back into place.

Eventually he runs back to the bridge. He’s gotten rid of you, and you’ve lost him. He catches his breath, fixing his beanie and clutching his chest.

“Holy shit… What the fuck…?” he whispers to himself, or so he thought.

He spins around and is met with your large eyes, pleadingly staring into his.

He puts his hands up to try and push you away without actually touching you, but you continue to walk closer to him. He’s pushed back into the side of the bridge as you step closer, the moon light illuminating your desperate expression. Groups of black crows circling above the two of you and your dress and veil blowing gracefully in the wind.

Your hands find his trembling shoulders, sliding them up and down his arms and shoulders.

You lean in and bring your lips to his ears, “You may kiss the bride…”

Before Alex could make a rebuttal, your cold lips found his. You kiss him softly while slightly squeezing his shoulders, his hands hovering over your chest. He does not kiss you back, but he’s your husband now! Your true love! The one you’ve been waiting for all these lonely years!

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CHAPTER 2 HERE . . .

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trying to cook up a corpse bride au... will i finish it? who knows.

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might have to actually get on top of my fanfic instead of pondering on the thought of relapsing

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━ Collared .

Quackity x Reader - Chapter 1 : The Cartel

word count : 2.7k

a/n : this is gonna be an extensive series that will have a lot (i mean a lot) of chapters, cant promise ill actually finish it to the end but ill try. updates will be slow i think ? i get distracted and burnt out very easily BUT IM TRYING MY BEST!!!!! also if u prefer reading on ao3, u can read this from my ao3 account :] pls enjoy ! <3

small update: i removed the dialogue indents cus they would keep removing themselves and it was actually pissing me off...

A large shadow peered over you, larger than it was just the day before. The sound of shoes running up to where you were got closer until they stopped by you, accompanied by laughs.

“Holy fuck!” Tommy wheezed out loud. “The penis is back!”

“Yeah… Holy fuck?” You laughed.

Eret’s large stone tower stood high above the land, which was now lined with dark obsidian. Just the day before, right where the tower stood was a small little hut with a sign reading: ‘Size doesn’t matter’ that Fundy built as a prank (also revenge for building an insanely large tower the day before).

Tommy continued laughing, “Fundy is going to lose his shit when he sees this!”

“Have the others seen this?!” You asked.

As if they heard the both of you-

“OH MY GOD!”

You heard Tubbo yell out from behind. You spun around and saw Tubbo and Jack with their mouths hung open. They both ran up to you and Tommy, forming a horizontal line, just staring at Eret’s tower.

“Okay no- This is so stupid,” Tommy said, “Please, I need to discuss important business.”

Tommy walked off and made his way to his now destroyed Power Tower, climbing up to the top, you and the others following. You all looked out at the little shack built into the side of a hill with a small sign hung above that read: ‘TommyInnit Enterprise.’”   

“So… Here's the thing,” Tommy sighed. “What really hit me earlier- I’ve got a big war on my hands, right?”

You all looked at each other and nodded silently.

You never actually experienced the war between Tommy and Dream, you’d only come across the Dream SMP a few months after. You and Tommy instantly became friends despite the warnings from all the residents. Tommy told you about the war and the Disc Saga and how it all went down, in his own interpretation obviously.

 “Yeah... I think you three are gonna join me since, let’s be honest, there’s three, you know, the three T’s and... Y/N!” You playfully scoff at the last remark.

Tommy continues, “We’re really trying to solidify our dynamic! I would imagine you’re gonna join me, I know you fuckin’ will Tubbo and Y/N-

 “HEY!” Tubbo exclaimed while turning to you with a look on his face.

“...But I imagine you will also be Jack.”

Jack nods.

“Now listen to me.

“You all know I gave away the discs for the good of L’Manberg. All right, but I want to get them back and I was thinking right... What are Dream’s weaknesses?

“In every single war, Dream has destroyed the shit out of our bases, look at this!”

He flung his arms out to showcase the dirtied and scuffed terrain around his ‘Enterprise’, also referencing the destruction of Tubbo’s old house and the land surrounding L’Manberg.

He starts pointing all around the tower, “We’re standing on a half burnt down, destroyed Power Tower!”

We all looked around at each other and started cheering him on, “Right... Yeah, YEAH!”

“But what hit me was the one thing Dream does is he either wants, or he respects other people’s items...

“The only thing he’s done is steal my discs because he puts value in them! He doesn’t destroy them at all! He got rid of my entire base, but he left the chests! He left the chests!”

He turns to Jack, “And the one time he wanted to burn the chests, he offered you a thousand dollars!”

“That’s true...” Jack agreed.

“So, what hit me was that Dream respects items but not the land or any buildings. If I’m going up against him, I know this sounds stupid, but I’m gonna need a safe room with a bunch of chests and valuables, like a full 360 room! If I lose items, he won't break in because he respects items.”

Tommy looks at the three of you with bright eyes, “Okay follow me.”

The four of you climbed down the tower and made your way over to Tommy’s base. You continue to follow him while Tommy grabs a nearby pickaxe and goes through his back door to the other room with small chairs and his jukebox. He begins to hack at the corner of the wall signalling where he wants the secret room to go. Both Jack and Tubbo grab their pickaxes and start helping out with the walls.

You lean against the other wall, “Why in your private quarters?”

“Y’know cause it’s private so it lessens the chance of Dream coming in here,” Tommy huffed.

You stifled a laugh, “Oh yeah, cause Dream respects signs.”

“Fuck off.”

The three dig out a room and start placing empty barrels and storage blocks lining the walls, floor, and ceiling. You decide to walk around and look for Fundy while the men (boys) banter in the back room.

“Look at that! Oh Christ- What are you doing?!”

“What do you mean ‘what am I doing?’?”

“I’m trying to build this and you’re mining it!”

 “Isn’t this what you wanted?!”

“Tubbo, get out of here... Clearly you don’t deserve to be here.”

“Hey!”

Just outside the arch of Tommy’s little shack, you’re met with Fundy face to face with Eret’s new and improved tower. You could imagine the look on his face just from the way his ears perked up under his uniform and his tail swishing irritably.

You quietly chuckled to yourself as you walked up to Fundy, “So, Fundy, what’s your thoughts on the new building in town?”

“What the fuck... It’s too big!”

“I thought you said size doesn’t matter!?”

“I've changed my mind,” he hisses in response.

The trio caught up with the two of you and once again you all stood around looking at the tower.

Fundy rubbed his head, “Goddamn obsidian... No way.”

His ears perked up after he sifted through his thoughts for a second.

A large grin stretched across his face, “Did you know that pee is stored in the balls, Tommy.”

A roar of gasps emitted from everyone's mouths, followed by a string of confused chuckles.

“Wait, you're just going to put a pair of balls on it?” You questioned.

“I plan on flooding the entire thing.”

“Where are the balls?” Jack spoke up.

Fundy turned to Jack, “Last time you said it was the bottom layer?”

“Well, I- I didn’t actually say that but- Yeah, fair enough.”

Tommy started walking around the base of the great tower, looking up at the very top, “I think you should at least destroy the top bit because this is a monster.”

He continued, “Listen, I mean this in the most sincere and serious way possible... Eret’s great penis is a monster.”

You and Tubbo covered your mouths and laughed together.

“Alright so tell me what your idea was, other than shaving the top off?” Fundy asked Tommy.

“Shave? Why would you describe it as shaving, man?!”

“I’m pretty sure there’s a medical procedure for this,” Tubbo chimed in.

Tommy’s eyebrows perked up, “What’s it called for a building?”

“No, for a penis.”

You wiped your eyes from laughing at the absolute ridiculousness of the current conversation, “Oh my god- Oh my god...”

The boys kept scheming amongst themselves, but you decided to check on the secret room in Tommy's enterprise. You walk in and see a piece of paper sticking out of one of his chests. It didn’t look like a map, and it had a lot of writing on it. Your hand reaches for the top of the chest, and you push it up, opening it and seeing a letter with messy black ink scribbled over the page. You picked it up and your eyes scanned over the message.

Hey Tommy!

Listen here, you’re missing out on the big money! The big bucks! You know what I’m saying. There’s a lot of things you can do… Not drugs, I’m clean! I’m serious!

Anyway, you know… everyone has access to all of the resources around you, right? But what if YOU were the only one who had access to those resources? You would have so much power, power beyond belief. And that’s what you need Tommy! POWER!

Here’s the plan…

You need an infrastructure, so you build a minecart highway, make everyone use it and then eventually they’ll get used to it and use it as common transportation. Then before they know it… You pop up in the middle of the fucking highway with a diamond sword and you fucking hijack their shit and take EVERYTHING they fucking have! They won’t see that shit coming! I’m telling you that’s the way it’s gotta be!

And look! I even made blueprints for you. You can’t show anyone though… they’re kind of a secret where I come from…

Big Q :]

Who and what the hell? You peered back into the chest to see a folded-up piece of paper which you grabbed and opened. You stared at the page in disbelief as you saw a shitty and childish drawing of a singular road which was, what you could assume, the blueprint that ‘Big Q’ had sent over.

“Are you stealing my shit?”

You turn around to see Tommy, “Who is ‘Big Q’?”

Tommy takes the letter from your hand and awkwardly laughs, “You didn’t read this, did you?”

“I did.”

“Jesus… He’s a guy I know and he’s suggesting we start a cartel,” he says as he pinches his forehead.

“And his name is ‘Big Q’?” You put up your hands to make quotation marks in the air.

“Quackity is his name.”

You furrowed your brows and turned your body to fully face him, “His parents named him that? That’s his legal name?”

“It’s confidential…” Tommy sighed.

“…Right.”

Tommy throws the letter and ‘blueprint’ back into his chest and makes his way down the ladder, to the sewers.

You called out to him, “Why?”

To which he responded with a yell of determination, “POWER!”

Fucking hell.

The day goes on and on. Tommy spends half the day replacing the stone floors in the sewers with packed ice to slide boats across them to create an infrastructure that supposedly people are going to rely on (they won’t). He ends up using Tubbo as his test ‘mugging’ and you eventually find them in an Area 51 with Jack after an extensive period of chasing each other through the sewers.

Eventually the four of you make your way back into the sewers and Tommy begins to explain how you need to plan a heist, along with a lab.

The three of them dug out another room in the walls and you all migrated inside. Tommy proceeds to put up a sign on the side of the entrance and writes ‘Boss man’s hideout’ on it.

“‘Boss man’s hideout’? This is so stupid…” You laugh.

Tommy crosses his arms and scoffs in your face, “How dare you! Big Q is our boss!”

“Right… And where is he right now?”

He presses his lips into a line, “…Busy.”

“You’re so full of shit-”

“OKAY Y/N! OKAY GUYS!” Tommy cut you off. “Here’s what we’re going to do…

“In the coming days, not today, we’re going to do a heist… Because there’s an item that we can get for ourselves and no one else can get. Big Q said we can get a monopoly on every single item. I say we start small, we gotta start small.

“I say… we meet up in a day’s time and we can do the heist! Not today cause… I gotta go man, I-I’ve places to be and women to- I don’t have women to talk to…

“ALL RIGHT! We’ll meet up tomorrow and that’s what we’ll do. But until then… no mentions of boss man’s hideout, all right? No mentions to nobody. You hear me? Don’t even tell any of the others were allied with."

He finishes off his announcement, “The first rule of the cartel is that there is no cartel…

All four of you stood in the cramped hideout, arms crossed, serious eyes, dressed in the L’Manberg uniform. Tommy, the blond boy who bounces off the walls all the time, being a little shit to everyone and everything. Tubbo, the calmer and so-called ‘clingy’ boy who just wants to do his own thing. Tommy is actually the clingy one to Tubbo… Jack, the newest out of the four and honestly has to put up with the boys, they really do love Jack. And there you were… Y/N. Everyone looked around at each other, unknown to how this ‘Big Q’ would change the upcoming events of the land you and everyone else walked upon.

Your thoughts were cut off by Tommy's voice once again, “All right, everyone get out!”

The phantoms were gone. You’re not quite sure why or how that happened but that meant one thing… for the cartel. Since no one could find these phantoms in the sky at all, they couldn’t harvest anymore phantom membranes which were usually crafted to make slow fall potions. Obviously, Tommy had to use this to our (his) advantage.

“HEY GUYS!” You heard Tommy shout at you, Tubbo, and Jack from behind.

The three of you guys stopped walking and stared back at Tommy as he jogged up to you, a huge grin on his face. You were all making your way back into the sewers to meet up at ‘Boss man’s hideout’ so the heist could be resumed and reevaluated from the day prior.

You all gathered around in the hideout, Tommy swinging one arm over your shoulder and the other over Tubbo’s, “Okay so… Here's the thing, if we go around the server, we get all the phantom membranes, we bring them down here or even ender chest them.”

“Which then means we become the most powerful group in the land!” Tommy exclaimed, “You know this cause Dream fucking shits himself over items that he doesn’t have.”

You shuffle your feet with uncertainty at the mention of Dreams name, Tommy notices and starts blabbering out more words, “Holy shit, he’ll shit himself and that’s what we gotta do, we gotta head out with leather armour and look really unsuspicious.

“Now you guys follow me…”

Eventually you all meet at Tommys enterprise, and he fishes in his chests for four stacks of black, leather armour, poorly made. You all looked at each other quizzically and hesitantly took the clothes and you all headed off into your own rooms to get changed out of your uniforms. When you returned, Tommy threw two sticks at you and two more pairs at Tubbo and Jack.

Jack picked up the sticks and asked, “What on earth are these for?”

“We’re plumbers!” Tommy responded.

This heist was so stupid, genuinely. You end up breaking into almost, if not, everyone’s homes and bases to steal phantom membranes. Jack even killed Purpled’s pet chicken, by accident obviously… You all ran across the Dream SMP, in both fear and laughter, you really appreciated these moments with the only people you could trust.

By the end of it, Purpled, Punz, and Ponk had chased you down the sewers with Tubbo holding them off whilst Tommy, Jack and you were trying not to drop any of the membranes. You all end up in Tommy's enterprise, slamming the lid of his ender chest down after we obtained all the membranes. That marks the end of the heist, officially.

After changing back into your L’Manberg uniform and discarding your previous armour somewhere else, you walk past Tommy who was writing something.

You come up behind him and peer over his shoulder, “Whatcha’ writing?”

“I’m disbanding the cartel.” He mumbled.

His hand scribbles words down onto the page, slightly smudging the ink as he moves to a new line, your eyes are able to see who it’s being sent to: ‘Bossman’.

“Oh… well, I had fun, you know.” You spoke up.

He chuckles, “I did too, but I need to focus on other things, plus I get that you feel iffy about Quackity.”

“Hey, do whatever you want to do, and yeah he seemed a bit odd…?” You crossed your arms.

You wouldn’t expect to hear or see that man in the near future.

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─ Virtual Angel !

Aventurine x GN!Reader

Inspired by 'Virtual Angel' by ARTMS!

Tags: Obsessed Aventurine, Religious Imagery, Religious Symbolism, God, Angels, S*icide, Parasocial relationship (?), Aventurine hates himself, Self-hatred, Hurt No Comfort, Angst.

Word Count: 1.6k

Aventurine stood at the edge of the building. His vision is a split screen between his feet and the back alley. The sky was beautiful, bright blue with a few white clouds dotted along the view. They were so fluffy and clean. Just like Them. Their white wings were far more superior than the fake ones he wore on his back. Everyone wore them, everyone in The Gathering. It was like a show of faith. Although it was never as permanent as the tattoo that bled into his skin. A black cross. Slightly downturned arms. It paired awfully well with his neck brand.

His pupils shook as he peered down. Why? He had done this over and over again, yet he was still frightened. Not of death, no. In fact, he craved it, he wanted to die. But They scared him, every time he did this, yet he couldn’t stop.

They wouldn’t be happy, quite devastated if he jumped and died. Every other time he’d do it, They would scold him.

‘Please clean me. Please help me.’

He felt sick and twisted.

His left hand held a small white wand. A shiny Aventurine attached to the top of it. They always encouraged him to clean it often. They told him that Aventurine is beautiful and should be taken care of.

That was probably the 20th replacement They had been forgiving enough to give him after it shattered next to his lifeless body.

Here we go again, let’s die. I’m going to die because… I hate myself. I’m disgusting. No one loves me. They don’t love me. Why? Why don’t They love me? I dedicate my life to Them because I need faith. I need faith to continue. I hate my life. I hate my past. Please kill me.

Please kill him.

A glowing figure appeared in front of him, hovering in the air. Their spotless wings outstretched. White clothing adored their body, decorated with pure gold. Their eyes investigate him, a smile on Their face. Their lips opened, their voice drowning out every other sound of this world.

It was you. The one who Aventurine truly needed.

“Why is light given to him who is in misery, and life to the bitter of soul, who long for death, but it does not come, and search for it more than hidden treasures; Who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad when they can find the grave? Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, and whom God has hedged in?”

You could only deliver these sacred words to him every time he rejected life. Your heart ached. It really did hurt you. He was too insecure to believe you loved him.

Aventurine sighed and choked out a few tears.

“Why?”

“I know you are angry with God,” the words fall off your tongue. Every syllable, every pronunciation, every vowel and consonant were heavenly to his ears, “But I know you do not curse God.”

He stretched his left hand out, sending the wand to its own death. Your eyes followed it down, seeing the Aventurine shatter into bits. You look back at him. Blank face.

“Is my forgiveness not sufficient? Is my giving not feeding you? Do I not unlock my heart enough?”

The tears started flowing down his cheeks at your words. He’s only cried in front of you. No one else at The Gatherings had ever seen him truly.

“I don’t believe it.”

Your hands ghost over your chest, shutting your eyes and no longer smiling, “Yet you still pray to me, pray to God every day.”

You’re right. He still has faith; he can’t even go back home anymore. He spends nights sleeping where he sees you, where he prays for you. He only eats fruit. He feels like he shouldn’t be allowed to consume anything else.

“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.”

He must do everything to make you and your God pleased. Everything besides his frequent suicides. He was addicted. He can’t stop that, no he couldn’t!

And so, he did.

…

His fingers are shaking. His breath is fast. His heart was pumping, and he had tears down his face. The weight of the headset on his head was heavy, blocking his vision. His hands pressed against the machine and pulled it off his head, messing up his already messy hair.

His body was snug in a beanbag, covered in pillows and blankets. Gently dropping the headset beside him to not wake any of the other members of The Gathering who also slept on beanbags with the same headsets on their heads.

The pink and white plushies stared lifelessly into his eyes. They surrounded the room. The white walls painted over with the pink lighting from the neon lights hung up around the room. A few neon signs were eyes. Eyes everywhere watching them, watching him. The large light was an exact replica of the tattoo in his skin. Pointed cross, downturned arms.

The box TVs placed at the front of the room played blue static. The sound of white noise and breathing echoed in his ears.

Aventurine’s hands felt around in his lap and recognised the familiar object that had recently been placed in his hands. The wand, the same Aventurine attached to the top of it. It glowed softly as your whisper echoed from the gem.

“Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.”

Your words repeated the same words over and over again until the glow died down.

“Sleep. Rest your temple of God.”

Aventurine’s eyes fluttered open to the same room.

Everyone was gone with their headsets carefully placed on their beanbags.

The TVs stirred and the blue static distorted into a video of you. Your voice poured out of the speakers in a heavenly tone.

I’ll be there for you when your wings break.

Letting go of you that’s a heartbreak.

His pupils dilated at the sight of you and your voice. He slowly got up and crawled to the TV. Pulling his face to the screen, he could see every pixel of you. You took up his entire vision and his mind was foggy.

His fingers caressed the screen. The false wings on his back shifted from left to right and he moved impossibly close to the screen.

My feelings are complete when the moon rises.

His breath graced the screen as tears welled up in his eyes again.

Please, please, please.

O Lord.

His eyes close and lips sweetly kiss yours through the screen.

He whispers to you through the screen, “When I open my eyes at last… Please save me saviour.”

Your eyes meet his as he opens them, breaking the fourth wall. You smile at him, with a lingering feeling of sadness.

“I’m just your Virtual Angel.”

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mmmm yes 🫂

He makes me go insane hehahahajjahahvshvajcsv i love this man

Anyways this is my take on this silly guy:333 if you're here to say that it ruins the meaning of the story I don't care!:3 jk seriously

I love the other human versions of this man ough (this evil robotic guy has a chokehold on me i swear)

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hmmm ihnmaims fans on tiktok acting like they havent been in a fandom space before . i say we subject AM to the wonders and horrors of the internet !! pls keep the art , cosplays , and fanfics coming i say 🤷🙎

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oh my god theres even more aventurine content holy shit UAGHGGGGHHH

IM ABOUT TO PULL FOR HIM HELPPP im scared... but if all goes wrong i DO have money on my card..! 🤓

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Don't you want to become a cult leader?

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OJ YM GODSDDDDDD I NEED HIM SO BAD IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE 🙏🙏🙏

AVENTURINE WANTERS WILL BE AVENTURINE HAVERS !!!! (120 wishes and a dream for him and his lc except im on the 50/50)

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!!! HEY, REMINDER, ABO IS A SLUR AGAINST ABORIGINAL AUSTRALIANS AND TORRES STRAIT ISLANDERS !!!

please just type it as a/b/o or call it what it is - omegaverse - and stop using laziness as an excuse for racism. it's literally only three extra characters to add the slashes.

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RAHHHHH MORE MORW MORE AUS WIRH RATIORINE

ratiorine actor au

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AVENTURINE CONTENT AVENTURINE CONTENT !! OH MY GODDD !

do NOT talk to me on the 16th ! 🗣️🔇🔇

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if i see that fuckass baby sunday ONE MORE TIME .

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>> send me back ! <<

welcome to my masterlist ! here you can find anything and everything i have made .

if you prefer to read things on ao3 : heres my ao3 account .

QUACKITY . . .

(Collared - C!Quackity x Reader)

001 - The Cartel

(Corpse Bride AU - Quackity x Reader)

001 - Chapter 1

002 - Chapter 2

HONKAI STAR RAIL . . .

001 - Virtual Angel (Aventurine X Reader)