#> vitam ocs

[oldmisfortune]

He is ✨starving✨

This is a redraw of The Meeting In The Turret Stairs by F. W. Burton (1864) with my oc, Narcisa, and Ezarel!

[cerasus--flores]

one of my favorite things abt ad vitam is how destiny is simultaneously the connecting theme across every single of its characters and also a bunch of crazy fucks in a room yes anding each other and going "you know what would be funny?"

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

To Love

Lumio was still learning.

They didn’t always quite understand, didn’t always quite get it.

Mieran had given them a heart. And every time he thought he learned something, he quickly realised there was more to understand. Nothing was as it seemed, or at least, it rarely was. A lesson they should have admittedly learned before. There’d be many opportunities but, it never crossed their mind to pay attention.

But now they had to pay attention.

Their hands rested on his hips, thumbs rubbing circles into his plush skin. They lifted their head from the back of the couch, staring at the man's flushed expression. He looked pleased, but there was always a sense of unease about him. One Lumio only recently learned to pick up on.

“Hey.”

He lifted his head to look at them, tilting his head to the side. Lumio leaned up, feeling the way the man held onto him. A lifeline, a method to ground himself. They learned that too.

Lumio pressed his lips against the man's own warm ones. They had something to prove to him. And they knew he had something to prove too. He acted like it, they understood that.

But they needed him to understand something too.

Their reputation wasn't all that they were, and he was so much more than his own. He went to pull away and Lumio chased his lips, letting him only get a few breaths of air before they were kissing him again.

“Alee..” Lumio mumbled, their eyes opened to watch his open, a question in his expression. “This was nice.” They rubbed their nose against his.

Alee weakly returned the gesture, tired from their activity. Lumio's arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against their chest.

He kept trying to be close to them, in every way he could. Their relationship was still fresh, and they could tell he was trying to make something up. A self imposed guilt for past behaviour they never even held against him.

But then, they had to prove they could love him just as Vesper did. Just as Mieran did. Gently, with understanding, with respect for his broken heart. He was not an easy lover, but a fiercely loyal one. Determined.

Lumio kissed him again, eyes closing as they felt his lips perfectly mold to theirs. And they kissed him again and again until he was giggling and breathless. The sound was like music to their ears. His joy. He'd do anything to prove he was worthy of his joy.

“Should I clean you up?”

“Can we stay like this for a few more minutes?”

Lumio answered by kissing him again, then his cheeks, nose, forehead..

Alee continued to giggle at the gentle ticklish kisses. They felt something momentarily stir in their chest, an odd sort of ache. Mieran had changed him, for the better, he figured. And he only continued to change, to evolve, as he learned to love.

[canis-umbrarum]

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[coolbeans32]

Echoes of Destiny: The Serpent and the Phoenix

PAIRING: Tom Riddle x F!Reader (OC)

SYNOPSIS: After deciphering Dumbledore's inscription, Harry, Hermione, and Ron work together to revive Genevieve. Despite the complexity of the rune magic, they chant with determination until Genevieve awakens, disoriented and without memory. They introduce themselves, and Genevieve expresses gratitude for their help. Despite the challenges ahead, they are determined to uncover Genevieve's identity and protect her from harm.

WARNINGS: Not any trigger warnings are seen except of the following: use of ritual magic for revival, that can be unsettling. Otherwise, nothing else to note, but if you find anything unsettling or triggering, please let me know :)

WORD COUNT: 775

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Chapter Six

Revival

As Hermione finished reading the inscription left by Dumbledore, the trio exchanged hesitant glances. Reviving Genevieve was no simple task; it involved complex rune magic and precise wand movements. However, they were determined to see it through, no matter the challenges. With steely resolve, Harry, Ron, and Hermione positioned themselves around Genevieve's preserved body, wands at the ready. The incantation echoed softly in the dimly lit room as they chanted the ancient words, their voices intertwining with magic.

Hermione starts to chant the incantation "Exaudire mea verba, ut reviviscere.”

Ron proceeds to follow along Hermione,  "Exaudire mea verba, ut reviviscere.”

Harry continues the chant, “Sublimare spiritum, redeuntem ad vitam.”

Hermione concentrated intensely, "Keep the focus! We have to get this right!"

Harry, gritting his teeth, "I'm trying, Hermione! This rune magic is harder than it looks!" They kept reciting all the necessary parts until they reached the final part of the chant. This last part had to be recited together, “Per coniunctio elementorum, per potentiam runarum, resurgat Genevieve ex somno aeternum. Reviviscere!"As the trio completes the incantation, a faint glow surrounds Genevieve's body. The air crackled with energy as intricate runes appeared, glowing with ethereal light around Genevieve's form. The room seemed to pulsate with power, and for a moment, time itself held its breath. Suddenly, Genevieve's body stirred, her chest rising and falling as if she were taking her first breath. The glow of the runes intensified, enveloping her in a shimmering aura. Then, with a gasp, Genevieve's eyes fluttered open, and she sat up, disoriented and confused. She blinked several times, taking in her surroundings with wide eyes.

"Where… where am I?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged relieved smiles, their hearts pounding with anticipation. This was it—the moment they had been waiting for.

Hermione stepped forward, her voice gentle yet filled with urgency. "Genevieve, it's okay. You're safe now."

Genevieve's gaze flickered to each of them in turn, her expression a mixture of fear and curiosity. "What do you mean safe?" she echoed, her brow furrowing in confusion. "I'm sorry, but… who are you?" Harry's heart sank at her words, for some reason he didn’t understand, he pushed aside these feelings, focusing on the task at hand. "That's okay," he reassured her, his voice steady. "You’re safe. There’s a lot we have to catch you up on. I’m Harry Potter.”

“Potter, are you related to Fleamont Potter by any chance?” Genevieve asked curiously. 

Harry, caught off guard, “Uhm…yeah…I think I am.” Genevieve inspected him, as she noticed his hesitation from either keeping himself guarded or from a lack of knowledge of his family ancestry, she could not tell at the moment.

Ron was next to introduce himself. "Well, I’m Ron, Ron Weasley.” Genevieve could immediately tell he was a Weasley, he had very similar characteristics as Billius Weasley, a Gryffindor student in her year. She moved to look at Hermione, wondering who she was. Hermione seemed to pick up on this note. 

“I am Hermione Jean Granger, pleased to meet you.”’Genevieve studied them for a moment longer, uncertainty clouding her features. But then, slowly, she offered them a tentative smile. "Pleasure to meet you all as well. I can’t recall much but whatever happened, thank you" she whispered, her voice tinged with gratitude.

And with those words, the trio knew that their journey was far from over. They had brought Genevieve back from the brink of death, but now they faced a new challenge—to help her reclaim her past and uncover the truth hidden within her memories. With determination burning in their hearts, they stood ready to face whatever lay ahead, united in their quest for answers.

Harry spoke first, “As much as we wouldn’t mind staying here, we should take you to our place to let you freshen up, get some food, and then we can catch you up. If you wouldn’t mind?”

Genevieve smiled, “Sure, where are we headed if you don’t mind me asking?”

Harry, tentatively said, “Across the street…Grimmauld Place to be exact.”

Gen looked at him curiously, “You don’t happen to mean the Black Estate would you? The same one, Walburga resides at?”

The trio look at each other, a bit concerned. They didn’t want anyone knowing of her identity, especially the portrait of Walburga Black. It would cause chaos. Ron spoke up, “Well, this is a real pickle for us ain’t it?” Hermione, out of habit, whacked his head.

Genevieve smiled, reminded of her relationship between the two, she turned to Harry. “I’m guessing that’s a yes then.”

Harry looked at her and smiled, “Yeah, it is.”

Taglist: @wheenerrr @jillian2003

Tom Riddle Masterlist

© coolbeans32 2024

[adriansvetozaroff]

First sketches for my crossover dystopia AU "Ad Vitam" (2014). Main characters:

Sabrina and her father [Sean Anders].

 Giovanni [Luciano], [Lin] Domino, professor [Edmund] Sebastian, Iron-Masked Marauder [Vernon "Vivisector" Vicious].

doctor Eve [Turner], Eusine [Fantallen], scientist [Yan West].

Jeffrey Haze (kadabra), Vagosh Winaiatt (alakazam), John. 

professor [Clive] Fuji, professor [Randolph von] Lund, doctor Elma Torres (OC based on character from movie).

Eugene Earl Hasard and Helena Polgar-Terek.

Crixus Nikopolidis (Niko Starr) and Gill Bishop.

Maximilian Twomey (mewtwo) and Tiis (mew).

Attila [Bosworth] and Hun [Basman].

Nickolas Adelbert (hypno with pendulum), his father, Modest Reynold (drowzee).

Rudolf Jaspers (alakazam) and Ibrahim Al-Johar (kadabra).

Arbok the Hunter, Lucian [Goya], [Phil] Blaine.

[foeniculi--vulpes]

speedrunning tof lore to come up w an oc vs actually developing the vague timekeeper concept i have for an ad vitam oc,,,, FIGHT

[cat-buried-in-tall-grass]

gonna do this later tonight BUT

[praebitorem-glaciei]

nsfw asks - céfiro edition

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

céfiro is a relatively aggressive top, and he makes sure his aftercare is enough for it. j godlike. even with one night stands, he won't just leave them hanging.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he thinks his back muscles and biceps are really hot. and for his partner, their neck,,

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person)

likes to cum on or in his partner, céfiro likes to make a mess to say the least.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

A LOT of unexplored kinks. céfiro is easily one of my nastiest ad vitam ocs, he definitely takes after his parents.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

relatively experienced, he's been sexually active for a long time. and he very clearly knows what hes doing.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

for once, a visual.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He's not serious but he's not goofy. It's more like he doesn't often take it seriously. sex is a means to an end.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

A darker shade of ginger than his head hair, he's well groomed. v meticulous.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...) 

Not very romantic, a lot of his sexual encounters are with strangers or fuck buddies. but with a partner he'll be a little more caring..

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

frequently, pretty much every day. tends not to do it in the house though, so his car in a secluded area for instance. or he'll do it in the shower.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

choking, bdsm, impact play, he prefers being called titles in bed(daddy, master, sir, owner, professor, ect), just a very big rough sex enjoyer and everything that entails, even pain.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Hotels or the other person's place. the backseat of his car.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anything.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

scat/piss

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

prefers receiving, but man are those facial piercings fucking amazing for giving.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast, rough, hard. mean.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Loves 'em. Doesn't have to think much about what comes next.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Very risky. Not as bad as Cirino, but he's very very risky.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

SO MUCH STAMINA.....

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He definitely owns a couple of fleshlights for himself. he doesn't mind toys in bedroom but he knows he's good enough without 'em.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

BIG tease.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

not the loudest, he also tends to pull on his lip piercings or tongue piercing to muffle himself. grunts though.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

céfiro has a lot of sex, that's not negotiable. he's attractive and he gets his dick wet frequently. however, if one were to tell him they love him while making love, he WILL burst into tears. this coupled with the fact when he does make love he'll often go the whole nine yards(flower petals, candles, ect) its.. a different side to him.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

7.2in, classic prince albert piercing, bit of a lean, surprisingly veiny.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very high.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

uh he usually leaves and goes home lmao- but with an established romantic partner? once aftercare is done.

[hqrbinger]

character menu.

"select who? (GENSHIN IMPACT)"

☞ bito | details ; playlist ; biTao playlist ; voicelines

☞ satoru | details ; playlist ; voicelines ; character card

☞ asase eiji | details ; playlist ; voicelines

"select who? (VALORANT)"

☞ nohealani "pua" kamealoha | info ☞ poeiva "monarch" morningstar | info ☞ sakurai "ryuujin" shizuka | info ☞ watanabe "nol" mari | info

"select who? (AD VITAM PER MORTE)"

☞ kilorn takagi | info ☞ candy samos | info

☞ coming soon !

[cerasus--flores]

reaper powers are so funny. like you're gonna be able to change your gravity because you died through a fall and you're gonna make constructs out of paper and/or ink because we gave you red highlights.

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

The Chronicles of a Romantic Florist (3)

A loud crash sounded throughout the store, Mieran’s expression of surprise towards Lumio was only momentary before they both raced into the flower storage room behind the counter.

Alee knelt on the ground, clutching his hand to his chest as he glared at the shattered remains of a flower vase. The bouquet was strewn about the floor, his knees wet from the water in the vase now everywhere beneath him.

“Alee..” Mieran grabbed one of the folded cloths on a nearby table, he bent down and wrapped Alee’s bleeding hand. “What happened? Are you okay?” The artist questioned as Lumio helped Alee to his feet.

“I'm fine.. I think. I don't know what happened.” Alee shook his head, looking down at the shattered vase, he frowned. His flowers.. Mieran unfurled the cloth to look at the wound, grimacing quietly as he pressed the cloth back against the injury.

“It's really deep, he might need stitches.” He informed Lumio who nodded, bending down to pick up the shattered glass. “Come on, babe, let's go wash this, okay?” Mieran helped the florist out of the backroom while the mortician cleaned everything up.

Mieran ran Alee's hand under water so he could get a better look at the injury. He bit the inside of his cheek as blood continued to gush around his hand. “Okay we have to go to the hospital, this is bad.” Mieran grabbed another cloth, turning the tap off and once more wrapping Alee's hand.

“I can stitch it-”

“You're not stitching it yourself, Alee.”

Lumio dropped the glass and flowers in the trash can beside them. Alee huffed at them, but nodded, looking at the already blood soaked cloth. Mieran grabbed the florist's keys from under the counter with his free hand. But the keys were swiftly taken by Lumio.

“You drive too slow.” 

“I drive the speed limit!”

“I feel woozy…”

Mieran quickly picked the man up, groom style, rounding the counter to get into the front of the shop. Lumio followed, locking the store door behind them. Mieran led the way to Alee's car in the nearby parking lot, letting Lumio open the back door so he could lay Alee down on the seats.

Lumio got into the driver's seat, starting the car as Mieran shut the back door and then slid into the passenger seat. Mieran buckled himself in as Lumio peeled out of the parking lot with a screech.

“Don't fuck my car, Death.”

“At least he still has a sense of humour.”

“I'm bleeding, not dead.”

Alee held his hand to his chest, his vision was blurry and he was tired. “Don't worry, we'll get you patched up. Then we'll go on that date.” Mieran turned in his seat, squeezing Alee's knee reassuringly. They looked pale too, the artist frowned at them.

Alee rested his free hand on Mieran's hand, giving him a small squeeze in return. “You're going fifteen over the speed limit!” Mieran pointed out after a minute. Alee laughed, leaning his head against the window. He liked listening to them talk, he liked just being around them.

“And we'll get there fifteen minutes faster.” 

“That is not how time works, Lumio.”

“For the living maybe.”

Mieran made a face, turning his head to look at Alee again. “Hey, sleeping beauty.” They opened their eyes at his words, raising a dark brow. “Just testing.” Not like he’d die, he can’t. But still, Alee’s body didn’t need the shock to his system. Alee rubbed the artist’s hand, reassuring him as best as they could.

The hospital was some ways away near the highway out of town. The fact the small town even had a hospital was lucky, but from the downtown store, it wasn’t exactly a short drive. Lumio’s penchant for speed surely cut that time down, but he also risked cops. A risk the mortician was more than happy to take.

“Cops usually hide in the next bend, you should slow down before we hit that.” Alee warned, unfolding the cloth to look at the injury. It hadn’t stopped bleeding yet. He sighed and pressed the cloth back down on it. Lumio heeded his advice and slowed just before the bend, driving just under the speed limit. “He can drive the limit, good to know.”

Mieran snickered when they rolled their eyes at the two of them. “You feeling okay?” He inquired, leaning his chin on the headrest. Alee gave him a small shrug, a pout on his face. They were missing their scheduled date because he was too clumsy and dropped a vase. 

“Fine, I guess.. I wonder if that hot new doctor is working tonight?” 

“Oh yeah, didn't they move here a few months ago?” 

Mieran nodded, if he recalled correctly it had been a whole thing. A fancy new doctor from Ireland moving to their small town. He hadn't had the chance to meet them yet, then from what he heard at the cafe, they pretty much kept to themself, so that wasn't particularly surprising.

Lumio pulled into the hospital drive, following the curved path towards the emergency room doors. “You get him checked in, I'll park then join you.” Mieran nodded at them and unbuckled himself, opening the passenger side door, and he got out. Alee used his free hand to open the door, Mieran bending down to help him stand up.

Once the door shut, Lumio drove away towards the parking lot. “My wallet has my health card, can you..” Alee flushed a little, his neck getting red. Mieran slid his hand into their back pocket, pulling their wallet out. He also gave their ass a little smack for good measure. “Perv!” As if they weren't into it.

Mieran led him inside, the sliding doors opening for him. Alee smiled sheepishly at the nurse tending the station as they approached her. “How can I help- oh my.” She stood to inspect his injury, a frown gracing her features as he unfolded the cloth to show her the gaping wound. “Can I see your health card?” He struggled with his wallet. Mieran gently took it, opening it and pulling the man's card out to hand to her. “Thank you, dear.”

She typed something onto her computer before handing the card back to Mieran who put it away. “Just have a seat, I'll page Doctor Wolnes right away.” She smiled at them and Mieran turned, leading Alee back to the chairs. Her voice rang out over the pa system just as they sat down, Alee's head falling against Mieran's shoulder. He still felt lightheaded and woozy, black dots spotted his vision.  

“Mister Destan?” 

“Doctor.”

Mieran corrected a nurse who'd approached them. “Apologies, come with me Doctor Destan. We'll take you to a back room to get that looked at.” He nodded at the nurse and stood up on shaky legs. Mieran was quick to stand to support him, the two following the nurse through a set of marked double doors. He'd text Lumio once he got Alee situated, go back out to meet them.

“Doctor Wolnes will be in shortly, alright?” 

Alee nodded as he sat on the hospital bed, watching the nurse leave the room. “That's the new doctor.” Mieran noted as he pulled the sheet over Alee's trembling legs. He'd lost a lot of blood. “Okay.” He leaned forward and kissed the florist’s temple. “I'm going to go update Lumio, but I'll be back, okay?” Alee nodded, watching the artist also leave the room.

He waited for the doctor, opting to just stare at his bleeding hand with red hued eyes. The cloth had completely soaked through with blood. He barely felt the pain anymore, just felt cold. He could heal Mieran as much as he wanted, but he couldn't heal himself. No matter how much he tried, his energy could never transfer to his injuries. It was unfortunate, that way.

Alee sighed, leaning back against the pillows. Thankfully, he only had to wait a few minutes. The door opened, and in entered a tan skinned, amber eyed doctor in dark scrubs. “Good afternoon…” They looked at their clipboard. “Alee Destan. I'm Doctor Heath Wolnes.” They shut the door behind them, sitting on a stool and wheeling themself to his bedside. They placed the clipboard into the holder at the end of the bed.

Their hair was pulled back, a pen tucked behind their ear. They were really pretty, Cirino hadn't been kidding. They pulled gloves over their hands before gently holding their hand out to him. “May I?” Heath inquired and he nodded, placing his hand in theirs palm face up to show them the injury. They hummed quietly, turning his hand side to side. “There's still some glass…”

Heath set his hand on the bed beside him, wheeling over to the counter and cabinet in the room. The doctor stood up, grabbing some items before returning to Alee's side on the stool. “I'll have to suture it after getting the glass out.” Heath set the tray down on a rolling table. Alee nodded, once more holding his hand out to them. Heath picked up the tweezers, holding his hand in theirs, he carefully began to pick the small shards of glass from his hand.

They flushed the injury, taking care of the wound quietly. He barely made a sound, didn't even hiss as they dug the tweezers into his skin. “I noticed your eyes.” They spoke after a few minutes. Alee hesitated, he'd gotten so lightheaded he forgot to keep up the smallest detail of his disguise. Heath looked up at him, a small smile on their face. Their once amber eyes were now a bright shade of orange that faded to amber, glitter scattered throughout. Oh. He grinned back at them, vulpine canines on display. Their eyes were enchanting..

“Nice to meet another sorcerer.” 

“Yeah it is.. This town has a few, seems to attract us.” He joked as Heath began to suture the wound. They nodded, focusing on their work stitching him closed. Watching them work and listening to them talk, he could feel his neck getting warm. They really were pretty. But as far as he was aware, Cirino had already successfully wooed them. If his flower orders were anything to go off of at least. 

“Maybe I should get your number.”

Heath blinked, looking up at him momentarily before back down at his hand. “That's very bold, Doctor Destan.” They pulled the needle through his pale skin, watching as the injury was pulled closed by their stitching. Alee exhaled a small laugh, tilting his head back, he looked up at the white ceiling of the examination room.

“I'm just being friendly, I'm on good terms with Cirino Agosti.” 

His explanation was satisfactory, Heath decided as they finished the sutures. They tied it off, putting their tools away on the tray. And took a moment to inspect his face while he looked at his phone. Cirino hadn't lied, he was pretty. They were still holding his hand, cold in theirs. But from what they understood, the florist was hard to crack, and had already given away his heart... Not to mention, they'd given away theirs too, to a certain Italian they adored. 

His beauty was purely aesthetically pleasing to them. Nothing comparable to their feelings for Cirino. Still, they could use the friendship. They were still new in town, with very little friends to speak of. Most stayed away from the newcomer, something they had expected from a small town but one that still didn't feel great.

“Very well.”

Their voice caught his attention, surprised to see their bright eyes on him. He tilted his head to the side, a soft smile on his face. The doctor rattled off their number in a quiet voice, heavy accent only somewhat masked. He nodded and entered the number into his phone, the smile never leaving his face. After a moment or two, they felt their phone vibrate in their pocket. They were still holding his hand. They let him go. 

“Thank you doctor.”

Ale slid off of the exam bed, cradling his still injured hand to his chest. “Any time, I recommend using ibuprofen for the pain.” He nodded at them. “Oh.. One more thing, may I ask what you're a doctor of?” Heath tilted their head at him, watching as he rounded the bed towards the door. Alee seemed to hesitate for a moment, averting his gaze.

“Biochemistry. My thesis was on heredity in living organisms. However, I preferred plants to people. And now I work with plants.” He smiled at them, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. Heath seemed momentarily surprised, but their neutral expression quickly returned to their face.

“Interesting. Well, you're clear to go. Have a good afternoon.”

“You too, Doctor Wolnes.”

Alee pushed himself up, running a hand through his long messy hair. He grabbed his phone off the bedside table, blanket falling around his bare waist. He squinted against the light of his phone, mouthing the time. It was late. Three am. Mieran would be asleep and Lumio was usually embalming at this hour. He sighed quietly, rolling onto his back.

Espresso whined in his sleep, small legs kicking as he dreamed. Alee brought his free arm around the puppy, holding him as he scrolled through his phone. Heath was on night rotation which meant they were probably awake. He could text them? He chewed the inside of his cheek as he thought about his options.

A.D.: hey

Alee waited, scrolling through his various social media accounts to pass the time. Until his vision blurred and he was forced to grab his glasses, putting them on his face. He blinked a few times as the dark room came into focus, no longer blurred. Espresso whined again and he looked down at the overexcited puppy. The florist smiled gently, petting his ears.

H.W.: Good evening. You're up late.

A.D.: couldn't sleep. thought i'd see what my favourite doctor is up to.

H.W.: I'm the only doctor you talk to.

H.W.: I'm eating dinner.

A.D.: your life sounds fun

H.W.: Yes if you call listening to six different people explain common cold symptoms they could treat at home.

A.D.: ahh so i was your most interesting patient this month?

H.W.: You and the man who got a tree branch in his leg, somehow.

Alee giggled, freezing when Espresso moved in his sleep, stirred by the man's quiet laughter. He pet him back to sleep, waiting until he was soundly chasing squirrels in his doggy dreams before Alee snuck a peek at his phone again.

H.W.: What do you do when you can't sleep?

A.D.: i look at my plants, or play video games, i don't know i don't do much.

H.W.: I've heard you keep an impressive greenhouse. I'll have to come see it sometime.

A.D.: when are you off?

H.W.: Tomorrow then I work the weekend shift.

A.D.: well you know my address ^^

H.W.: That I do.

H.W.: Break is over. Sleep well when you do.

Alee looked forward to seeing the kind doctor, setting his phone and glasses back on the bedside table. He'd have to try and get some sleep for work the next say. The florist sighed, pulling the blanket over his shoulder as he laid on his side. He'd do his best to sleep. At the very least, rest, should the insomnia strike him again.

And they had stopped by, his usual order for iced coffee sweetened in their hand. Though they were there far earlier than he usually opened. He rubbed his eyes, groggy as he took the coffee from their hand and let them into his shop so he could show them the greenhouse he kept in the store. Flowers, vegetables, herbs. Anything he wanted, he learned how to grow. 

And this was something that became a regular routine between the two. Coffee and plants. Alee's idea of a perfect morning. Though, despite his insistence on it only ever being friendship. Mieran and Lumio had their fun teasing him about the pretty doctor. Always asking when he'd snag them for the two of them the same way he'd caught Lumio. 

“You two are insatiable! Threes a crowd as is.” Alee huffed, running his fingers through Lumio's hair as the mortician laid on his chest, face buried in his chest. “Oh, unless of course we're thinking about jumping on Mieran's hot barista friend~ You know Vesper has the hots for you, Mier.” Alee winked at his boyfriend, smirk on his lips as Lumio chuckled at his accusation.

“Xe does not! I think xe likes you actually.” Mieran rolled his eyes, tugging on the toy Espresso was currently trying to wrestle out of his hand. Alee made a face, he didn't think the barista liked him, he figured he would have noticed that. The way he'd noticed xem. Lumio lifted their head slightly, looking up at Alee with their blue diamond eyes. They heard his heart race. But to his joy, they didn't mention it, laying their head back against his chest.

“Still! You should ask them out to lunch. Cook for them!”

“And compete against well known mafia chef Cirino Agosti? No thanks! That's a death and lack of skill wish.”

Alee sighed, leaning his head back against the couch, fingers absently carding through Lumio’s soft hair. “Mm.. You could always send them a bouquet.” They suggested, growing tired from the comfortable hair petting.

“Too forward..”

“Huh? That's what you did for me.”

“We were already close.. I don't know, maybe I'll invite them to the cinema. That way neither of us have to talk and we can eat bad fast food instead.”

“Cute! Bring them to a horror, maybe they'll cling to you.”

Alee made another face.

He was honestly surprised when they had agreed to hang out with him at the cinema. Alee had expected them to decline, they didn't go out much, why would it change for him? 

But still they sat beside him in the dark theatre, absently talking about the horror movie they were going to watch before the previews even started. He tossed a piece of popcorn up into the air, tilting his head back to catch it.

Heath reached out, catching the popcorn piece before he did. “Hey!” The doctor laughed at Alee's bewildered expression, tossing the piece of popcorn into their mouth instead. Alee rolled his eyes, doing the same action again, but this time he caught it in his mouth.

They sat at the back corner, allowing them to whisper to one another about the plot of the movie. “I think Alice is behind it.” Heath whispered in Alee's ear, breath warm against his cold skin. The florist hummed, acknowledging the doctor's statement. He agreed.

The rest of the movie went relatively quietly, Heath had been right. A shared look between the two at the reveal. It was entertaining, Heath's mind worked similarly to his own. An enjoyable dissection of the facts. 

Heath even offered to drop him off at home, though he definitely could have walked. He still appreciated their offer, accepting it. Alee wished the movie had lasted longer, or that their evening could have continued. But he didn't want to overstep too much.

The doctor pulled their car up to the sidewalk, putting the vehicle in park. They unbuckled themself, stepped out of the car, and rounded it to open the door for the florist. “Thank you..” Alee took their hand, letting them help him out of the car. They closed the door behind him, releasing his hand.

“Thank you for tonight.” Alee started as they walked to the door leading to his apartment. He pulled his keyring out of his pocket, holding it in one hand as he turned to face them. Heath offered a smile at him, their eyes captivating him as per usual. He couldn't help but get lost in them. They were beautiful. Their jaw, their lips, their eyes, their skin.

“I had a lovely evening. We should do this again some-”

Heath was cut off by Alee's lips against theirs. The kiss was gentle, his lips cold but soft, he tasted faintly of cherry cola. They stared at him, eyes wide, arms limp at their side. Alee pulled away quickly upon realising they didn't respond to his affection. The florist took a half step back, quickly averting his eyes from their shocked expression.

“I'm sorry-”

“No I'm.. I apologise, Alee, I didn't mean to lead you on in that matter.”

Alee cleared his throat and nodded, his hands shook. “I thought.. I'm sorry for misunderstanding.” He turned, quickly unlocking the door despite the way his shaky hands made it difficult. “Have a good night, Doctor Wolnes.” He pushed open the door, quickly entering and shutting it behind him. He felt embarrassed. He locked the door.

Heath stared at the door, watching the man run up the steps before disappearing somewhere upstairs. They took a step away from his door, hand running through their silver hair. He kissed well, he tasted good, his lips felt nice against theirs. They knew Cirino wouldn't care, or rather, would be supportive. But they hadn't exactly expected that, especially not from Alee. They weren't sure how they felt about him.

They touched their lips, they could feel the faint trace of his lipgloss. Their phone vibrated in their pocket and they used their free hand to pull it out. Heath squinted at the message, another apology from the florist in question. The doctor swallowed thickly, pocketing their phone and turning back to their car.

Heath would have to think about it, think about him. They felt a wave of nausea wash over them, an anxiety rising in their stomach. It wasn't often they felt like this, so uneasy. But he had a way of getting under their skin, not necessarily in a bad way, but in a way they couldn't deny. Heath slid into the driver's seat, pulling the car door shut. 

They almost wanted him to dare try again. It was cute, in a way. Cirino was always forward and flirty, they liked that, part of why they liked him. But Alee played it differently, in another way they liked. Still forward, but with a level of determination that sparked something in their heart. Maybe they'd have to talk to Cirino about it. Maybe he would know what to do, because they certainly weren't sure.

But until they got the chance to.. Their cheeks darkened as they thought about how nice it would be to kiss Alee again. To pull him closer, he wasn't much shorter than them, but enough they could tilt his head up to them. A soft sigh escaped the doctor, now wasn't the time for fantasies about a man they hadn't even thought about in this way until that kiss.

Could they really so easily fall due to a kiss? Heath wanted to laugh. What was he? A siren? How ridiculous it was to be thinking like this. And yet. They could almost still feel his lips. He even kissed differently than Cirino. Cirino was sure, confident, he knew what he wanted with every kiss he gave and took. Alee was more shy, hesitant and soft. It was sweet, almost sickeningly so. They kept one hand on the wheel, touching their fingers to their lips again with their free hand.

Heath sighed, lowering their other hand back to the steering wheel. Overthinking their feelings would drive them crazy. Cirino already had the success of doing that once, driving them crazy with need for him. Heath wasn't even sure about Alee's own relationships. They had never really asked for more detail about them. They wondered what sort of situation it was. Wondered if they even got to make a move if it was something allowed or open or.. 

Too much thinking for one evening.

[sea-of-dandelions]

Playlists !!

“cahyanto <3's Liked Songs” (my liked songs. all of them.)

“rex's Liked Songs” (rex's liked songs)

“A playlist to soundtrack my summer depression” (2012/2013 hits)

“Oh my god you fucking fantasy nerd get a life already stop wishing youre an elf its not gonna happen” (fantasy playlist)

Character Playlists !!

“ASH VIKTOR KINNIE ARC???” (Viktor from Arcane)

“Lullabies to sing to Ajax's siblings” (Childe from Genshin Impact; )

“Sea shanties to sing with Beidou's crew” (Beidou from Genshin Impact)

“Fox of the South” (Kasimir; Genshin Impact OC)

“Praeteritus Deus” (Chihaya; Genshin Impact OC)

“Limodorum Vines” (Haruka; Genshin Impact OC)

“Kusuma” (Kusuma; Genshin Impact OC)

“Quinn” (Quinn; Genshin Impact OC)

“Åsa” (Åsa; HTTYD OC)

“Sellatis” (general Sellatis playlist)

“Nyx” (Nyx; Sellatis OC)

“Sapphire Flame” (Dian; Ad Vitam Per Morte OC)

Ship Playlists !!

“Nyxmir <3” (Nyx and Sellatis!Kasimir; Sellatis)

“Alchemical Performance” (Quinn and Lyney; Genshin Impact)

[doe-art]

Finally got around to drawing an OC I haven’t drawn yet!!!

Her name is Flumina, and she’s starting to get a little sick of how dense Mathias can get

[theinkedfoxsl]

Ad Vitam ocs picrew time

Starting with Sienna/Senette

And Alee

Cirino only gets one tho sorry

[taraxacum-vulpes]

.... thinking abt asking to make an ad vitam per morte oc but

a) making an oc (appreciative)

b) making an oc (derogatory)

c) literally zero ideas over here i am scratching my lil head

d) *looks at my other ocs waiting for their lore docs to be written and looks away*