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OMG YOU'RE BACK?!?!?!?!?😭

Yes ! This time I won't be fleeing ( hopefully ) and having some escapade in the Bahamas.

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Is there any reason as to why my drafts are getting content labels ?

I don't believe it has any sexual themes or such to it, so I'm quite confused.

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Quick question!

Do you also write platonic yandere as well?

Of course, romantic and platonic themes are but different sides of the same coin. I'm quite partial to yandere themes as well.

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I've been especially yearning to make up for the lost time not spent writing, I'll be fulfilling each and every request the next week after I've finished my work !

You guys are free to send in asks for simple queries, chats, or requests in the mean time.

I've also been immersed in degrees of lewdity lately, so that'll be added in my works too.

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I know I am so late to your hnk fanfics but I just wanna compliment you that your fanfics are so good!!🩷🩷

I'm glad you like them! Truly, this really brings some warmth to my heart. I'll make sure to push out better ones if more requests ever come around.

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Are you still taking request?

Yes, I do!

I give my sincerest apologies for my inactivity. I believe I'll get back to revamping my profile as well as finally yielding fruit in writing.

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Another one?!

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I saw that you write for land of the lustrous so i was thinking hat maybe you could write moon phos and a lunarian reader??

"GOD BLESS MY FLOWER, LET IT BLOOM FOR THE WORLD TO BEHOLD AND LET IT NOT BE SO COLD."

[REQ] MOON! PHOSPHOPHYLLITE / LUNARIAN! GN! READER

LAND OF THE LUSTROUS

[ slight ANGST ] 799 WORDS

[SEMI! HC AND SCENARIO FORMAT.]

⸺SONG the perfect girl by mareux

Moon Phosphophyllite is a gem of much curiosity, going through far and wide to busy his head in somewhere it shouldn't be. This is no surprise when you manage to catch his eye, though you take the form just as similar as all the many lunarians that he has become familiar with. He cannot seem to place where the source of his intrigue and fascination with you has originated from.

⸺Perhaps, it was the fact that you brought him back to a past. A past where he was not so burdened with the responsibilities that he holds today, he reminisces in memories filled with grassy bedding unlike the smooth surface of the cold floors he walks upon now.

⸺Though phos is a gem of confrontation, he finds just as much relief in glancing at your form from a distance as well. He decides in this one instance that he won't headbutt himself into the situation like he always does instead he'll simply just -stalk- watch you.

⸺He's a gem who has known helplessness like the back of his hand, like a familiar foe who he fights off every time he watches you slip past his peripheral vision or a familiar friend who he invites back when an unsettling void has settled inside of him.

⸺In his days of stress, he can't help but find relief in this odd -obsession- fascination he has harboured for you. A subject to take over his mind when he need not to think most, an object to pry his eyes away from visions he does not want resurfacing.

⸺ After a short amount of time ( he's a gem with a patience as low as his hardness ), he goes around subtly asking his fellow gems and lunarians. One time being as desparate enough to seek information of you from the admirabilis. Perhaps it was your odd nature, you had an aura of enigma that a curious person like he was magnetised to.

⸺ Sometimes, he finds himself searching for your presence in every room he walks in subconsciously. Sometimes, he even finds himself at places he has heard you frequented usually with a look of expectancy. Amongst the tall artificial meadows and gardens that overlook the scenery of kumera.

He discovered that you were a botanist of some sort, retrieving plants of varying kinds from earth and documenting them by writing encyclopedias. However, the plants retrieved from earth dies sooner or later due to the lack of oxygen that was supplied.

So you started to pursue a new project. To grow authentic plants on the moon, ones that could replicate the beauty and vibrancy the ones on earth held. Of course, it was discovered that the experiment had a difficult time progressing due to the moon's contrasting nature compared to earth's. Even though the meadows he stands in hold a serene view of vibrancy and colours, he'd find that after wandering through, a green house of sorts. The green house houses a view of solemnity, wilting petals are scattered on the floor as they slump.

Tragic, he mused at the odd division separating the tall moon flowers swaying along his movements and the wilting brown of the earth's flowers inside. However your form sticks out the most amongst all the slumping flowers. Your slouching form almost resemble the wilting flowers that you have encassed yourself with, unlike theirs your vibrancy never withered nor your beauty. ( That's what he thinks at least )

He reminisce back when he was tasked the same, almost wishing how he should've gone through with the job and gain some extensive knowledge just so he could find a reason to strike up a conversation of sorts with you.

Though with the overwhelming situation at hand, he finds it difficult to indulge himself in your presence. Usually being taken from here to there for this and that.

However he'd find that he wasn't the only one with a keen eye for engimatic figures,

With colours like the convolvulus tricolor plant, a true morning glory he was. You found yourself eyeing the gem often, it really wasn't your fault. How could you deny such an inviting glance? You were well aware of the effect you had on the gem, though you weren't aware of how deep the depth of this effect went.

It was still quite a comedic situation, peers would confront you one after another about the inquiring gem and it only brought a smile out of you after each one. It was only fair to reciprocate the interest he has showed, you were just as interested in the byronic hero as he was in you after all.

Unfortunately, work's calls and demands will not go unanswered. Though you walk in the same garden, you both have different paths to travel upon.

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stalker!kolya and reader who didn’t mind being stalked? like “okay cool would you like to have breakfast with me?”

"IT'S ONLY EVER STALKING IF YOU FIND OUT!"

[REQ] STALKER! NIKOLAI GOGOL / GN! READER

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

[-] 2.18K WORDS (?)

⸺A/N I hope I didn't go off topic for this one, writer block really handed me back my own ass for this one.

⸺CW Mentions of stalking, implied drugging, mentions of biting/marking, mentions of vague harm done to multiple individuals ( not reader )

⸺SONG Lucky you by deftones

His gloved hands intertwine together snugly under his chin, the corners of his lips tweak upwards at the many screens that situates itself in front of him. The radiating colours of the screens dance and shift across his face as your figure moves, he watches you behind half lidded eyes.

He only bothers to move one of his gloved hands away from the comfort of his other when your figure disappears beyond the cameras vision, swiftly tapping on a keyboard as he switches onto another angle. He only leans forward towards the screen when he sees you've noticed one of his many infamous sticky notes to inform you, you're not alone.

In your hand, there's multiple sticky notes that you've gathered around the house.

Your back is facing the camera, obscuring his view from your reaction as you reach into a pocket and settle down on a nearby chair and scribble back your responses. This is a game he has been elated over, sticking multiple sticky notes around the comfort of your house and patiently waiting on the other side of the screen, window or wall for you to find it.

He's even more enthralled by the indifference in your reaction, feeding into his delusions that you're conforming to his wishes. However, he would not have mind if you responded with an immense amount of disgust, anger or paranoia. He takes pleasure in both sides, as long as you know he's here and he'll be staying.

Switching the angle of the camera again, this time the camera is situated directly in front of you scribbling down your responses. Curious, he zoomed in onto your figure and tried to make out of what you're writing. Tilting and angling his head as if it would change a thing.

He jolts back from the screen when he's interrupted by a knock, shamelessly he leaves all the screens of the multiple computers bright and open to the unsuspecting guest as he approaches the door with a bounce in each step.

During yet another tedious mission, he impatiently taps his feet as he pouts. The only thing that is alleviating the process of this dreadful mission is the thought of sneaking returning back into the comfort of your home and reading all the silly responses you've left for him. He sighs in exaggeration as he watches all the wounded men thrash helplessly, whispering begs and prayers to his unwilling ears.

The corners of his lips lift dramatically as he leans forward to the men wounded with multiple gunshots and slices across their body, finding some joy from the struggle before shuffling through his coat.

A portal of his opens above an opened garbage bin before multiple disposable large plastic bags drop out of it, landing in the garbage bin with a thump here and there. Jolting it with each heavy thud.

With wide eyes and a smile that most would deem insane, he skips around your house almost gracefully yet erratic. Grabbing each note with a bigger smile than the last. He looks at them as if you've just given him flowers and chocolate for valentine's, he's only more overjoyed when he hears soft snoring being emitted from your bedroom. With a slightly ajar door he stalks in seamlessly, his breathing hitches as his hands twitches ever so slightly itching to roam on your sleeping figure.

He stuffs the sticky notes carefully in his pocket as to not crumple them ,silently reminding himself to squeal over your responses later. He hesitantly reaches his arms out to your figure, his internal turmoil halting him from indulging in this one little pleasure.

His eye twitches, will he willingly lead himself into an open cage?

However, the moment both of his knees sunk into the embracing comfort of your mattress he went weak, his knees trembling under his weight, trapped and just this once will he indulge in the cold bars of the cage that confines him.

His hand ghosts around the edges of your face, brushing strands of your hair away as his finger curiously pushes your blanket to the side seeking for more. He involuntarily sighs at the contact of your warm cheeks cupped agaisnt his gloved ones. Resisting the urge to aggressively pinch your cheeks as to not wake you. However even if the thrill of the scenario silently encourages him; he prevails.

His fingers dance across your collarbone, teasingly venturing down as he giggles. He wonders when you wake up will you remember his hands? Will your body, even when unconscious, remember the individual caresses and the playful fingers of his?

He likes to entertain the idea that, even when unconscious, your body will recognize him.

He likes to think that when you wake up, your body will seek out the warmth he has shared with you during your slumbering times.

His body shudders and tingles at the idea, a wide smile stretches from one side to the other. He brings his face to the crook of your neck, confidently baring his teeth and sinking them into your skin. Both of his hands latch onto your shoulders as he takes his time slowly injecting his canines into the tenderness of your skin. After he's done relishing in the moment, he brings his body back up with a shudder as his thumb swipes over his mouth to rid of the excess saliva.

A groan erupts from your throat as you arch your back, resulting in a few cracks and pops that only pulled a sigh of relief out of you before you're hit with an undeniable soreness on your shoulder, or was it your neck? One of your hand busies itself by roaming in the region of where the aching source seems to be. Your hand brushes agaisnt some few dents and bumps on your skin, curious, your hand lays flat on the skin before dismissing it.

You've seemed to be so disorientated that you didn't bother to stop the buzzing of your alarm that disrupted your peaceful sleep, your hand slaps down onto the alarm mindlessly but a sheet of paper blocks you from your goal. You spare a glance at the obstacle, as one of the infamous sticky notes crumble beneath your hands weight. You pick it off of your alarm while halting the ever annoying buzz of it, an irresistible smile imbeds itself on your face.

"Meat tastes sweeter when you're oblivious to the source."

A new day, a new catch.

But instead, you've been itching to catch more than just sheets of paper. No, you wanted the source. The provider.

You sit in the dark, a snicker almost promising to erupt from your throat.

Three candles stand tall and burn bright unlike the room you've sat yourself in. A grin presents itself on your face as you hear eager yet clumsy shuffling in the other room. Footsteps emitted from the oblivious perturbator. You smoothen the silky fabric of the dinner table to clear out any wrinkles, as you slightly lecture yourself how reckless it is to meet face to face with a stalker in this kind of setting.

Your whole house is enveloped in darkness, a prepped dinner table with three lit candlelights burn bright as the shuffling stalker in the other room is none the wiser to your presence.

You hear mischievous snickers and the soft crumple of paper, the sticky notes. From your proximity you can hear the door to your room open. After that, it seems the snickers and breathy giggles halted completely. The stalker shuffles out the room just as quickly as he entered it. Your whole body tingles and stiffens when the doorknob to the room is softly twisted at before swinging open. The perturbator stills at the sight of 3 litted candles, having been adjusted to the dark atmosphere and the absence of light.

He stays stiff before his shoulder shakes vigorously from chuckling which then erupted into giggles. His movements are vigorous yet graceful, a cape of some kind from what you could tell in the midst of the moment flutters from his movements as his boots strut to the dinner table offering no help to hide the thumping noise it emits . His theatric personality would've caught you off guard, if you didn't somewhat expect it from his cryptid way of writing. He fans himself , acting shyly by covering his face with his cape, "Oh! A dinner with me? How could I decline. Even without knowing my name, you took a daring step closer to the midst of the unknown that lies in the comfort of your own house !" He motions exaggeratedly with his hands.

With a grin he takes a seat happily, his leg bouncing rapidly with excitement. Even with the lit candles, his face is obscured by the darkness by leaning further away from the candle.

You dismiss the disappointment that arises, before propping your chin on the palms of both your hands in a carefree manner your beating heart betrays what you attempt to present yourself as. "How could I not? Have we yet to pass the talking stage, Mister.." "- just Kolya! No need for formalities we've known each other long enough have we not? " he chirps in. " Kolya." You parrot back, letting your tongue test the way his name slithers out of your throat.

Before you can ask another question, he abruptly leans forward in a brisk manner. His swift movements effectively extinguishing all three of the candles. While also extinguishing any chance to take a glimpse at his face. He halts just moments before your face, staying silently still. From the dark, you can make out the fact that he's tilting his face; to get a better view of your neck. He huffs when he's unable to get a good look of whatever he's searching for.

"When couples go to dinner they make use of the time by getting to know eachother, yes? Let's get to know eachother with the magic of what I present to you. A quiz! "

You lean back to your chair, this isn't what you've expected but what could you have expected? Without waiting for a response, he chirps loudly as his gloved hands comes in contact with your neck. " What's on the menu?" Your breath hitches, as his hands venture to the crook of your neck, continuously rubbing and inspecting the same spot with a hint of expectancy . His hand only retreats from the region with a huff of displeasure before finding its way around your throat.

"It seems you haven't prepared any food on the table or are you implying that you're the food? I don't mind trying new things, I'm no picky eater." He says with a giggle, you gulp at the comment; tensed at the underlying tone of seriousness.

You want to retort back with an equally playful manner but your throat constricts, preventing a single word from being uttered out. But what raises the hair of your arms is when he lunges forward to the crook of your neck, biting down with vigor.

You choke out a pained groan before he leans back with a giggle, your hand shoots to the crook of your neck. Attempting to soothe the bite mark that you've been abruptly forced to attain, " You sicko.. that's gonna leave a mark." You complain with more shock than anger. You lift your eyes up before you're met with a glass of water, not questioning just how he got the glass, you suspiciously eye him before taking it and gulping it down. You internally yell at yourself for accepting such an odd offer from an equally odd person but hey if you did have to die, let it be sooner than later.

The water although not helpful still helps you to soothe your nerves at best.

You abruptly wake up to the faint sound of the buzzing of your alarm, disorientated, you stretch your back. Your eyes scrunch at the uncomfortably hard material of the table, wondering why you were ever sleeping on it. Your back cramping more than ever because of the position.

However, the events of last night resurface when your finger brush onto multiple weird dents and bumps on your forearm. With a look, you inspect the soreness and realise multiple bite marks have sunk into the flesh of your forearm. With a groan, you rub your eyes before noticing an odd mark on the palm of your hand. Opening it, you've read the sentence written on your palm.

" xxx-xxx-xxxx .Thanks for letting me have a bite! :)"

Bastard.

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NIKOLAI GOGOL

TOXIC! NIKOLAI GOGOL X GN! READER

SUMMARY : After Nikolai's abrupt disappearance, you continue to sulk in your room. However, on the same night you're visited by the man that has been occupying your every thought.

STALKER! NIKOLAI GOGOL X GN! READER

SUMMARY : You've discovered you're being stalked due to the appearance of odd sticky notes around your house. However, you don't mind and it seems both of you will be using other sources of communication after an eventful night.

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toxic mentally unstable nikolai with a fem reader that just has enough of him? angst to fluff? or maybe no fluff? your choice!!

"INSANITY IS THE MENTALITY! SO DENY SANITY TO UNEARTH THE RAW VITALITY."

[REQ] TOXIC! NIKOLAI GOGOL/ GN! READER

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

[ slight ANGST/ FLUFF ] 1.3k WORDS

⸺A/N I figured since Nikolai is already quite literally unhinged I would just write what I depict of the normal Nikolai but with a twinge of toxicity. I'm not quite fond of my sloppy writing but motivation is kicking my ass.

⸺TW Google translated Ukrainian, correct me if there's any mistakes you spot.

⸺INFO // Reader is implied as FEM regarding request but never stated. //

You're not sure how it had come to this, you're not sure how you had expected it to not come to this.

Either way, you want it all to end. All the worrisome days where he does not answer nor visit you and when he does he's quick to brush off your questions regarding his abrupt disappearance. It's an endless cycle that you've found yourself caged in, no matter which key you prod the key lock with, it'll never open for you to leave.

You've realized for the past few days that you're a sitting duck in a cage, willingly waiting for a man who will not wait for you.

You're not sure how it all even started, you recall blurry memories that you used to reminisce with so much vibrance and brightness; have now dulled. You're able to reminisce back when it was all much simpler, where he bombarded you with teasing remarks and when you humoured him. Humoured him, all because you'd thought to stimulate his need for an audience.

However, you're no longer amongst the audience. You're now propped and dressed for a role you've never wanted to be casted for.

He had to admit it to, he never thought his jocular advances would go anywhere-

- but the seed he has planted; like a flower, flourishes quickly. Standing tall and vibrant. All he wants to do however is to so desperately starve it of its sun, thirst it of its water. He attempts to bring himself to cut it down, his heart prevails, rebels against him.

Won over by his ever so fleeting but dreadful emotions nonetheless, he flees cowardly. Confrontation was never his thing anyways, he'd rather just run until the sun sets and he's no longer plagued with the heat of it all. He figures that if he cannot bring himself to destroy what leashes him to the ground he will run until the leash merely snaps. But who knew the same leash he was running from would lead him straight back to you.

After a heavy day with a heavy heart, you return back to croak your problems to your pillow. Burying your face so deep you've wished that was all it took for it to asphyxiate you but you tweaked the position of your head to allow yourself to breathe properly .

You feel cowardly, sulking about a clownish man that made you feel like the clown. Retreating back to the warmth of your bed hoping it would dissipate your thoughts; turning and turning you search for a position to get comfortable in. Your slumber is prolonged due to your restless behaviour, your body aching and seeking for the warmth of the man that not even your bed can replicate.

You groan before pulling the blanket over your head. 'This is something future me can worry about .' you sigh out before shutting your eyes and hoping to find peace by listening to the rhythmic thump of your heart instead of the blaring silence your room offers.

⸻click!

Your eyes groggily shoot open at the sound, your breathing stills as you register the sound . You lay still for a second, figuring if you should continue your slumber or investigate the sound. Your body only runs cold when you notice the breezy wind ghosting over your skin. You're absolutely one hundred percent sure that you did not leave your window open . You hastily shut your eyes as you focus on picking up a sound but when you do you restrain yourself from not letting out a blood curdling scream when you hear soft thuds of footsteps growing in proximity towards you.

You're frozen, you internally cry for your body to move, scream for it to do anything, to get away. Your breath subconsciously picks up when you feel the weight of your bed dip just right beside you.

A hand fit with a tight glove presumably leather from what you can feel off of the texture. It gracefully dances across your face, sliding across your skin as If they're testing their boundaries. You start to internally scream when the perturbator leans close, you're aware because you can feel the heat off of their skin right agaisnt you.

-and it is one you undeniably recognize, the heat your body soughts out for.

You hear an amused chuckle before slowly translating to a full heinous laugh,

"You're so cute when you pretend to be asleep."

Your breath hitches, it's him. You're about to jump from your rigid position and tackle him after not hearing from him for so long but your conflicted emotions stops you, restrains you. You're still upset and justifiably angry at his disappearance, you only huff before turning your back to him.

He dramatically gasps, him and his theatrics. "My dove has forsaken me! " - ironic. "My, what will I ever do to regain my doves affection?".

You roll your eyes, "Isn't that what you're trying to abolish? Why run back to something you wish to rid from your life fool." you hissed back at him.

He diverts the topic at hand to something else, hoping to distract himself from facing another dilemma. Just this once, I'll embrace the cage you've trapped me in.

Chirping out he leans closer to you, "Kolya wants a hug, don't you think he deserves one?" he only further whines when you push him away. Pouting childishly as if you've just denied a child ice cream.

Grabbing you at your wrist, halting your pushy motions as he sets it aside and clumsily maneuvers to your side. With a soft thump he lays beside you facing you with an annoyingly mirthful smile, with those stupid big doe eyes he tries to reel you in with.

"I've missed you dovey, do you miss me?" he flicks your nose when you take too long to respond. Groaning you send a short lived glare before muttering out a 'no' and returning to the comfort of darkness behind your eyelids.

"Are ya sure?" you hear him whisper amusingly right next to your ear, he was close, so close to the point you could feel the vibration of every syllable he uttered.

That's just him you suppose, pushing people's limits to see how far he can venture. Your train of thought is halted when a thin sheet of an object falls on top of your arm that was resting outside the safety of your blanket, confused you opened your eye.

The first you noticed was that Nikolai was no longer present, not in your sight atleast. For a man who was so daringly close to you just a few moments ago, he sure knows how to be as far as possible as well. The second were the sharp edges of hundreds of Polaroid photos that are piling at the center of your bed, some you've noticed have already fallen off of your blanket to the floor.

Your hand curiously reaches out and takes a closer look at one polaroid you managed to pick out, your breath hitches as you recognize the figure of the person in the picture. It's you. Snuggling cozily in your bed just the day before this. You'd know because you wore a new set of pajamas that had just arrived on your doorstep just the day before. Your eyes wander more and you noticed a scribbled out date at the back with a number, #689. Six hundred eighty-nine? You gape at the number.

Your hands scramble and you sweep up a couple of polaroid photos in your hand, #520, #638, #459, #381.

Each and every one includes you both outside and inside of the comfort of your house, each and every polaroid coming with their own personalized doodles and notes scribbled from front to back. Hearts being doodled on your sleeping figure, messy scribbled of notes in cursive and some you recognize in his native language, Ukrainian. Scribbled either outside of the border of the picture or behind the polaroid. Never across, you figured he didn't wanna block the actual picture with his writings.

Your hand curiously ventures out to take one more, it's a common occurrence of most of the mass amounts of polaroid photos to include you doing mundane tasks such as this ; watering the flowers you keep near your living room balcony. You flip to look at the back, it seems this one is one of the older ones ; you noted.

22/7/2006

#143

"𝙄𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙢 𝙄 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪."

"мій голуб полетить, і якщо його зупинять, я пожертвую власними крилами."

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" DISSECT ME AND BREAK ME OPEN ALL YOU LIKE CAUSE YOU'D FIND MY HEART IS YOURS."

[REQ] MOON! PHOSPHOPHYLLITE/HUMAN! GN! READER

LAND OF THE LUSTROUS

[FLUFF/SLIGHT ANGST] 2.6K WORDS

⸺A/N Sorry for disappearing for a long period of time. However, I hope you find yourself enjoying this requested piece. I'd like to hear your thoughts and overall on this piece with my new style of writing.

⸺INFO Reader is implied as FEM regarding request but never stated.

Deprived, that is all you've ever known inside of these walls of whites . In the walls of kumera, you wander far and near with a deadening routine. Wake up, dress, eat, travel through the walls of kumera and isolate yourself in your research room unless you're ever requested by someone

Your existence was only made possible by an astonishing lunarian who had revived your species, even though Barbata was no professional in the more biological stems of science than technology he made work and from a small project was able to restore you. A walking ancient relic of the once populated planet, earth. You remembered your awakening just like how someone would reminisce about their vibrant youthful days.

However, your awakening was one far from vibrant. You awoke alone in a room, on something you presumed was an operating table. You remember looking around the room with curious eyes unlike now, a small table with a tray of various tools, multiple disregarded gloves and masks scattered around the disposable bin. Your curious eyes only squinted abruptly at the bright light shone above you when you turned your head up, feeling overwhelmed you took your eyes off of your surroundings and instead let it wander on your body.

Curious hands of yours experiment on your body, the sensations it brought only stimulate your taste for more. Your finger traces against the stitches across your collarbone to your thighs. Your moment was only abruptly interrupted when a cacophony of gasps and shrieks disrupted at the entrance.

Your case was classified as successful. However, only through the slaughter of both gems and admirabilis alike. You almost remind yourself of a Frankenstein, stealing the body parts of others to bear this body of yours. You feel almost guilty for even bearing a form, a body; bones made from the shattered fragments of tormented gems, soft flesh that stretches out on your entire being covering you from toe to head; courtesy of the skinned admirabilis. Lastly, the only thing that you felt that actually belonged to you throughout your whole consciousness; your soul.

You're not sure where the origination of this soul was from, an information, knowledge that Barbata has asked of the others to withhold from you. Perhaps for the better. The surprising thing was, the soul was estimated to have originated way before the era where lunarians, lustrous, and admirabilis emerged from. With this you inherited and discovered knowledge that came with the soul, interestingly for you the soul seemed to be a doctor of some kind that specialised in the human anatomy, with foggy fragments of their daily life.

Currently you now roam the science facilities of kumera, assigned as a scientist yourself. To further help the lunarians to develop in their goal of achieving the serenity of nothingness while aiding in making their daily life more tolerable.

Even though Barbata specialised in the more technological areas of science, you work along side him, specializing in the more biological roots of science.

Now you're hurriedly putting on your coat as you make way in the narrow yet spacious hallways of the building, your striding steps reverberating across the hall with a pitter patter. You were ordered by lady cairngorm, what he currently goes by now, to oversee the damage made to the infamous gem, or usually referred to as the "hope of the lunarians" and repair his fragmented body.

You abruptly halt at the entrance of the designated room with a perplexed expression as lunarians rush in and out of the room, uttering a small 'Excuse me' and 'Sorry!' here and there. Luckily, it didn't last long and when you found an opening to the crowded entrance you quickly slid through with ease. Your eyebrows furrow together as your eyes squint at the sight of the fallen gem. Broken and shattered into unrecognisable pieces, only the part of his head and his leg is discernible from the rest of the disarray of gleaming fragments. You quickly usher out the remaining lunarians and gems alike outside to begin your operation. With a flick of the wrist you ushered out the unwanted eyes of both worried and curious people.

You let out an exaggerated sigh as you sift through a small portable pouch for your appliances.

You eventually find your needed tools and you settle yourself beside the pieces of phosphophyllite and began working on organizing him limb to limb before assembling him. As your gloved hands labour swiftly to piece him by piece back together like a puzzle. You carefully coat each surface with layers of an adhesive substance carefully assembling him from inside out. You spend hours assembling his torso and limbs before you move onto his face.

For some reason you find that your hand lingers above his face for a short while before proceeding the adhesion, you find yourself somewhat aching to caress his face. You have always found the gems beauty incomparable, words couldnt describe them but if you had to you'd call them seraphic. They had glistening lustrous hair, each with an unique colour to match their even more unique personalities, ones that harmonized perfectly with the rest of their body. However, you found that phosphophyllite was clearly composed of other types of minerals aswell. You were actually shocked to find that the only thing that remained from what he started out as, a phosphophyllite, was only his torso. The rest were undeniably pieces of memories from experiences he picked up in his rather bizarre life.

Though most gems found his mismatched compositions odd, you found it all the more endearing. After all, you noted that most of the gems inclusions aren't as flexible as his to fuse so easily like this.You wondered why his inclusions were so adaptable to such a wide variety of minerals, so accepting to fuse with a completely different mineral in order to function. You found it almost poetic but while you were submerged in your thoughts, your hands gleefully took lead of the task at hand. Subconsciously without knowing you trailed at the cracks of his face for some time before being snapped out of your thoughts and continuing the task.

After hours of work, you got up from your chair with a sigh as you stretched your arms and back and was delighted with the response of a crack. You stood up now with your chin resting at the knuckles of your hands while you admire another successful operation, admiring for a bit too long.. but- more importantly, his operation is now done.

You walk out of the room with a satisfied hum as you inform the first lunarian in your sight, that phosphophyllite is now assembled and ready to walk on both legs again but not before a few hours of rest for the adhesive to set in strong.

They respond with a quick nod and a smile as they thank you courteously, you respond back with a nod of your own as you continue travelling back to your research room.

After restless hours of observation, experimentation and groaning at the unwanted results from your new project you recently just started you're startled by a interrupting knock on the door. You answer back with a tired ''come in'. You curiously look at the lunarian who interrupted your project with a knock, explaining that your presence has been requested by phosphophyllite himself.

You're confused at the request but you obediently follow the lunarian leading you to his newfound room where he's rested, on the way there your mind tries to fill in the blanks on why you've been requested.

'Perhaps he's asked for me to get an upgrade?' 'Maybe I've misplaced some parts, I wasn't paying as much attention as I should have..'

'Probably not, logically It must be questions regarding the operation, perhaps he's experiencing a withdrawal?'

You sweat at your doubtful thoughts that you swore had somehow physically manifested because you suddenly feel needles prickling at your skin.

You huff at your thoughts before clearing your head and reprimanding yourself for being so negative. While you were internally scolding yourself, you almost walk into the back of the lunarian leading you, as you halt just right on time and peer from behind her into the room. She utters out something you weren't able to catch as she moves out of your way and stays stationed at the corner of the room instead. The movement seems to catch the attention of the rather dreading gem but he perks up just as quick when he sees you.

You're almost taken aback by the sudden change of mood, as to why his eyes which were so gloomy and solemn turned so curious. You look back to the quiet lunarian and release her of her duty as she's, you assume, no longer needed at the moment. She takes the hint and walks out of the room with no troubles, as your eyes start to leave her disappearing figure you're only slightly startled to meet the gaze of phosphophyllite. With wide eyes and an almost dazed look, he continues looking at you without even an inch of movement.

You awkwardly curl up your hand and cough to catch his attention, only succeeding after 3 tries.

He snaps back and apologizes quickly with a hand rubbing the back of his neck shyly before asking, "I apologize, you should be Dr. [Name] right?" you give a carefree nod as he stares back at you with bewilderment as if he still can't wrap his mind around this situation. "So you're really human? I thought your species was split beyond recovery." he shoots you with one question after another, seemingly just spitting out whatever is running through his head.

"Well, you could say I basically fit all the classifications of a human. However, I wouldnt say I'm all natural." he perks up with a small tilt to gesture for you to continue. You're almost uneased with how immersed he looks but you shake the feeling off and continue " I was artificially made, assembled with the three components the human kind has split into. A soul, bones and flesh."

He doesn't respond after that only silently pondering whatever is going on in his mind.

"Is there any other questions, miss..ter? phosphophyllite." you prolonge the sentence of your formalities, completely unsure of what you're supposed to call him considering gems are genderless. "Miss..ter?" He tilts his head at the name, you've noticed he's been doing that a lot. "What's that?" he questions you with a blank face staring straight ahead at you, you can't help but let out a chuckle at his expression as your hand is lifted up to cover your mouth. He's only furthermore perplexed at your action, his shoulders slightly shrinking down in embarrassment of something; he usually doesn't grow shy to people who have both laughed with him or at him, if anything he's grown quite used to it but he didn't wanna look ridiculous, not Infront of you, no.

He shyly adverts his gaze to other objects in the room and let's out a small confused 'huh?', this only causes you to let out a fit of giggles at his confusion before you force yourself to calm down.

"I apologize that was kind of unprofessional of me. It's nothing to do with you ,just my humour." you quickly apologize for your behaviour with a embarassed look. However he only responds with a small chuckle of his own, "Oh!" he perks up. "Nothing to worry about, I dont mind a laugh here or two." thinking about it, he actually missed the sound of your laughter now. Seeing a person of such high caliber who obviously likes to rather maintain a more serious and professional attitude laugh so freely was relaxing especially in the new environment he's in, surrounded with lunarians who rather go about their day quite robotically.

He adverts his attention back on you, just you. His eyes curiously picks up the texture of your skin, the individual strands of your hair and your own eyes. He thought your eyes could possibly outshine the glow of diamonds entirety himself, contrary to you who didn't pay much to your eyes. The moment of comfortable silence is broken when he speaks up with a tone filled with a twinge of underlying shyness even though he tried to sound confident in his request. "Could I, touch you? I mean, I'm just curious as to how a human feels compared to the rest of us.." he corrects himself with two hands frantically waving Infront of him hoping he didn't make you uncomfortable any how.

You indulge in his curiosities and nod in approval as you walk towards his form, he shifts on the bed he was laid on as he stretches out an arm hesitantly. You roll up the sleeves of your coat as you offer your arm to his hand who only lingers around for a moment as if contemplating before running his aloy arms agaisnt yours.

You slightly shiver at the texture of his hand slowly trailing around your palm, to your wrist, and forearm. You had to admit it felt nice, the feeling of his hard and metallic feeling hands coming in contact with your warm and soft ones. He noted yours was admirably more softer, smoother and warm. He could've sworn the texture of your hand almost reminded him of a strange and comforting touch he felt before. Just hours ago, as he awoke his inclusions managed to remember an unfamiliar touch he never felt before his trip here, almost like a shadowed touch lingering agaisnt his face. He guessed it must've been something that happened while he was unconscious during the operation.

Enthralled, he isn't aware that his own alloy hands are attempting to wrap around your own. You don't say anything to interrupt his entranced state, only curiously staring at his face. His expression is one of a immersed stare as if he's currently working on a puzzle, desperate to search for where the last piece will fit and search he does. He searches the strange touch in your palms, unravelling his alloy hands from yours before gently grabbing your wrist and resting the cheek of his face in your palm. You're startled by the action but you let it sink in and you do nothing to interrupt the moment.

It was you, he figured. It must be you, he corrected. It was your touch his inclusion had remembered when he woke up.

He knew it was awfully wrong of him to bask in your touch without your permission but he's been so starved, so denied of something so small in his whole life. Something so small that ate him inside out and now that your touch has seeped into his cracks, he feels at peace to replace himself with such warmth and softness instead of the usual unfamiliar pieces of others that latch onto his missing limbs heavily.

You'd cut your hand off if it was this pleasure he wanted, you thought. He looked so deprived of such a simple thing and you know how it must've felt for him. Confused, scared, and doubtful. It was just what it was like for you when you awoke aswell, you pondered on how cruelly life has treated phos.

Someone who's still stuck in the past, a past whereas he's still looking at the mirrors that only reflect his past self, refusing to let the future or present seep in. He wishes to demolish that and in order to do that he had demolished himself. Whereas everyone moved on he stood still in the past because he was so wary of a future he couldn't control.

You'd cut your hand off if all he wanted to do was have someone hold him.

He didn't just want your hand however, he'd wanted your warmth and you as a whole. He'd damn himself all again if you ever thought to break pieces of yourself for the sake of others ; just like he once did.

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