#I can't lose another pookie 😭

[just-a-silent-sorcerer]

Was practicing poses but it turned into a desperate beg for certain demon cat to not kill him

[darylsfavoritegirl]

hey pookies

Summary: Yall remember that episode where Daryl and Beth stay in this cabin after losing the prison (season 4, ep 12 to be exact) and thet play games like i have never.... and spend such a quality time and it's one of my fav episodes EVER! so it's fem!reader and Daryl but they play truth and dare and sort of open up about their feeling towards eachother because they're again friends with benefits lmao but it gets tense somehow👀😭😭 they find themselves in the midst of an argument etc etc and it goes on

This was requested by @duffmckagansbandana but ive also been fantasizing about this idea forever!! kalp kalbe karsiymis eheheheh

Warnings: Daryl being a dick because he is drunk and kinda slutshames the reader. Daryl grips the reader's wrists and it kinda hurts (?) a little bit of suggestive content. mentions of domestic violence/abuse

You held a glass of moonshine that Daryl found when you entered the wooden cabin. You were observing him securing the cabin incase something would occur.

"Looks secured enough to me." You mumbled spiritlessly. You took a sip of your moonshine as Daryl turned to you with a weary gaze.

"Ya really think dis the best time to get hammered?" He uttered in an evident blaséd tone. You ignored his question as he went back to securing the walls, windows. You wanted him to join you, drink booze with you, speak with you. The glass in your hand got warm before you could even consider to drink one more.

You observed his biceps flexing as he was fixing a hole on the wall. He was finally done. He turned to you, took a deep breath. You could see the sweat droplets on his forehead. His sleeveles black tshirt had damp spots around the neckline.

"You went the extra mile there." You said, failing to hide the waggish smirk bearing your face. He didn't respond to your statement but you saw the curls of his lips going upward.

He sat across you on the floor. His eyes were glossy, faint. You smiled softly as you poured him some moonshine. He gaped at you, anticipating you to stop. It was moonshine after all, God knows how long it had been sitting in this junk.

"Hey slow down." He uttered thinking you were gonna gulp down it yourself.

You saw his eyes following your motions when you passed the glass of moonshine to him.

"What? It's for you."

He didn't look at the glass once, his eyes were fixated on you

"Someone's got to keep watch." He spoke

You rolled your eyes in a cheeky way.

"No harm in drinking one glass."

"Go on." you added. Your eyes were pointing the dusty glass that was infront of him.

He gave in. He put the glass near his nostrils, sniffing the drink before taking a sip.

"That's a real drink right there." You said in a jolly tone.

" 's warm." He grumbled. He enjoyed drinking with you. The way you looked so content only made him cheer inside.

"Meh tha's a drawback." You said. You were popeyed. He couldn't deduce the basis of your zeal, yet he didn't question it furtherly.

You two spent a few minutes there, studying the cabin, studying each other when you decided to come up with something.

"You up for playing truth or dare?" You said in a hush that only left Daryl with a confounded face.

"What? Like kids?" He tittered lightly.

"You got a better idea?" You said with a significance of rebelliousness in your voice. You glared at him, waiting for a response.

"I'm worried about the others too but we can't spend this time just stressing one another." You muttered, avoiding an eye contact with him as you looked down at your drink and tapped the glass with your index and middle fingers. It was the reality. You were worried about the others, maybe even too much. However the best thing you could do at the moment was to hope for their well-being until you and Daryl started looking for them. He must've read your mind, he always did.

"Fine. Yea go first." He mouthed. Your mood shifted into a cheerful one by with just 4 words coming from him. You leaned forward slightly.

"Truth or dare." You queried. He leered at you in a gloomy way. You knew he was gonna end up savoring the game, one way or another in spite of feeling childhish at that moment.

"Truth.'' His tone barely above whisper.

You both took a sip from your drinks consecutively whilst you went on a ride in your head to come up with something to ask.

"What was your first impression about me?" You asked, not being able to hide the eagerness in your voice.

His eyes watched you cautiously. His gaze shifted somewhere else, trying to reckon the first day you met. A subtle smirk appeared on his face.

"Thought yea wer' cocky. Too cocky, even." He scoffed softly. You both stayed in quietude to remember the very first day you encountered with eachother. You chuckled.

"That was my coping mechanism. Confidence."

"Cocky." He opposed you in a childish manner, his eyebrows furrowed lightly at you.

You leered at him for a minute. You knew he was also thinking the first days when they took you in. You were drawing too much attention to yourself, pretty much everyone thought you'd be dead in a fortnight, though you didn't.

You sighed. Neither of you enjoyed thinking about any day in prison, it ached you in deep down. Neither of you could envision what your next move should be, spending this time in a wooden cabin in the middle of the woods didn't make it any better. You were in the midst of a chaos and it felt as if all your efforts were in the aim of lightening your agony.

Daryl reached for the moonshine jar that was sitting near you. He started pouring himself another drink. He almost filled the glass to the brim, peeking at you clandestinely incase you'd tried to stop him. You caught his leer and softly shrugged your shoulders indicating that you didn't mind.

He leaned against the wall of the cabin as he grunted. He took a big sip from his drink. You heard his gulp, the booze going down from his gullet. You couldn't help but chuckle at the sound, maybe you chuckled a little more than necessary. Gosh, you were getting lit; you thought to yourself.

Daryl guzzled up his second drink in less than a minute and poured himself another.

"Easy." You managed to say between your slowly-fading chuckles.

"And it's your turn." You hinted.

"Truth." You uttered without him having to ask.

He clattered an "Ahh." sound between his sips to imply he was notioning for a question. His eyes were locked on the ceiling, thinking, you glimpsed at his narrow, blue eyes. His gaze met with yours.

" 'S there sumthing ya didn't tell me 'bout the person ya wer'?" You looked dumbfounded, not catching what he could've meant by that. He must've read you like an open book. He scoffed " 'Fore all dis. 'Fore the world went to shit."

You couldn't fathom his question. He knew so much about you. He knew about your family that you stopped seeing after you moved to USA. He knew about your favorite childhood cartoons. He knew about your days as a school girl. He knew how you ended up in Georgia. He knew so much about you. Although he had never been the type to corner you with your life before the apocalpyse, you acknowledged that there must've been a lot of things you didn't tell him whether it was due to your choice or you never felt the need to do so.

"Yes." You said in cynicism. He remained silent. It was rather explicit that he wanted to investigate more; that he wanted you to elaborate.

Yet, you didn't. If he wanted to know more about you, he should've asked you more bluntly. You didn't avoid his piercing gaze. You could feel your nerves and brain going number with your increasing sips from the moonshine.

"I'm pretty sure there are atleast dozens of things I haven't told you about the person I once were."

He echoed a nonchalant glare. You, once again remained silent. You knew he'd always turn into an impossible and preposterous person to read whenever drunk. You questioned yourself. You questioned if this was a good idea after all.

He sighed. His eyes were narrower than before. He is getting wasted, you thought to yourself. You shifted your position wretchedly, grabbing your drink with both hands. You tried to put a constrained smile on your face.

The silence was unbearable so you spoke up. Your voice was raucity.

"So truth or dare?" You asked.

He gazed at you with a piercing look. You played the game not more than 5 minutes and the air had already started to feel stuffy due to intensity between you two. You couldn't understand why.

"Truth." He grunted involuntarily. He was only playing the game to pass time, to investigate and even corner you. His gaze was stern. Your smile faded away lightly. You thought of asking something private, asking something that was just about you two. Before you could even debate on that idea, you uttered

"Have you ever seen me as someone more than this?" You got hot. The alcohol was hitting you. You couldn't think clear, you spoke before giving it a second thought. You could feel your cheeks blushing. Your cheeks would never blush out of embarrassment nor humiliation. They would always blush when you did something extra, futile, stupid.

You didn't need to elaborate it. He knew exactly what you meant. He knew you had been wondering if he ever thought of you more than an appealing teammate whom he'd share a warm bed now and then. He had asked similiar questions to himself, always leaving them unsettled. He didn't want to give in, ever. He had to have a demenour where he wouldn't let anyone get too close. That was Daryl. Those were the obstacles he'd build towards anybody. You lifted your head only to meet his blue eyes. Daryl spoke the second he locked his eyes on yours.

"Ain't much of a world to keep your mind busy with that kinda stuff." He grunted. You got even hotter inside of your head.

"So, no?" You gawked.

"Didn't say dat." He looked at you with blank eyes. He didn't even get defensive whilst you were going nuts and trying your hardest to not make it plain. It was the intoxication. You were never like this. It was safe to say you did care about his feelings but you weren't a fool. You knew exactly how he'd close up, how well he'd hide in his shell.

"OK. It's your turn." You huffed as you darted away your eyes. Your temper highly depended on booze at the moment. You didn't need him to think that your mind was way too preoccupied with his words, the words that came out of his mouth with such ease. You hated the power he had on you sometimes.

He grunted with vexation as he shifted his position and leaned against the wall a bit more. Daryl rested his elbows on his knees, swinging his glass that had a little drink left in it in a motion. He kept eyeing you, so did you.

It was apparent that you both were bored to death, yet no one put forward the idea to stop it.

"Ya ever think 'bout the old world?" He grunted.

You raised your head, his eyes were squinting right at you.

"Didn't say truth." You hissed.

"Ya ain't gon' say dare neither."

"Right." You mumbled. He was biting on his pinky's nail out of lack of interest.

"Don't do that." You said as you grimaced.

"Ya gon' answer?" He insisted, his brows were slightly furrowed as he, not surprisingly, kept biting on his finger nails.

This game was all about you two finding something to bicker. You sighed. You were not looking at him but you could feel his eyes roaming all over you.

"Sometimes."

"Wish I could go back to those times." You whispered looking at the floor. Daryl's face darkened. You knew his life before the fall wasn't the greatest and perhaps this new world of silence, isolation was a jackpot for him. You caught his leer. Both of you remained in serenity.

You took a sip from the moonshine and asked the first thing that came to your mind.

"OK Daryl. Have you ever stolen something? like something big?" You begged with wide eyes. Only his eyes made you question yourself and your foolish question.

He kept swinging the glass in a slow motion as he narrowed his eyes at you. He wasn't offended. He wasn't angry.

"Ya know I didn't." He remarked. You sensed a sense of sorrow in his eyes yet you didn't step back, you never could when you were drunk.

"That's what you told me." You spoke, emphasizing the word "told" as if you were making it obvious that you didn't believe him. You kept your wide-eyed gaze. An undertone of exhilaration was on the surface of your voice.

"And after all, we barely knew eachother when we talked about this, right?" Stupid you, still couldn't make out what his gaze could've meant.

"Maybe you weren't being honest." You uttered.

"Come on. You must've done something with Merle." You insisted.

His gaze never left yours. You drank too much, you lost your basic human decency. Yet he responded spiritlessly.

"Was bein' honest." You could perceive that was the moment he lost all his interest in the game.

"Ain't no reason not to be, Merle was an ass."

He sighed. Great, now you reminded him his dead brother; at a time like this, in a place like this. Your smile and exhilaration vanished. Drunk you was never stable, you sighed as you looked down at your drink.

You lifted your head only to see him getting up, throwing his glass to the floor only for it to shatter in pieces. You flinched and leered at the pieces. You couldn't dare to look to his side. He grabbed his crossbow on the broken wooden table, slunged it over his shoulder.

"Imma take the first watch. Rest." He demanded. He breathed out before he left the cabin. You stayed there, not being able to move an inch. It was like you froze. You leered at the pieces of glass on the floor once again

"Fuck me." You groaned. You exhaled audibly, looking around the cabin. That was the moment when it hit you, he was drunk; way too drunk. God knows how he was holding up outside.

You immediatly got up, going out of kilter. You had been sitting for a long time, your body was cramping and you kept hitting to the dusty tables and chairs that were sitting in the middle of the cabin. Your head was spinning. You sauntered towards the door, grabbed the door handle. It made a squeaking sound that left you scrunching your nose.

"Come inside." You quaked, not looking at him. You were exhausted, maybe from the moonshine or maybe you were just, exhausted.

" 'm fine." He grunted. His back was facing you.

"Your drunk as much as me." You huffed with withered eyes. You were leaning against the door frame, your hand still gripping the door handle lightly.

Daryl scoffed.

"Your actin' like a child." You muttered under your breath. The alcohol was getting the best of you. His back was still facing you.

You leered at his messy hair, his vest, his arms gripping the crossbow. He was swaying in a slow motion, resting his weight on his right leg now and then.

"Just hate tha' ya still think 'm sum kinda redneck asshole." He muttered. He sounded rather disappointed, fed up with this whole situation.

"I don't." You whispered. Your eyes were wide, you couldn't process his words. He remained silent, typical Daryl.

"Daryl, I don't." You hissed as you grabbed the side of his vest, forcing him to face you.

He looked at your face with blank, stern eyes. You couldn't recognize the Daryl you knew in him. He didn't change his position, gripping the crossbow firmly as ever.

You were getting sentimental at his demenour. Your eyes were getting watery, you couldn't find words to utter. Nothing changed in him, in his cold stern stare that would make you hate yourself. He could never hurt you, that's what you told yourself but even a gaze of his could make you shatter inside. He got too close to you to a point where you could smell the booze from his breath. Deliberately, he rested all of his weight on you, cornering you against the door frame. You couldn't breath. He leered at your eyes with his blue piercing eyes for a hot minute when he spoke

"Ya'd be crumblin' 'n all if I spoke to ya 'bout your past." He hissed.

His glare was fixated on you as he got inside of the cabin. You breathed out quickly and wiped a tear that was to fall down on your cheek and looked at the woods.

"What the hell does that supposed to mean Daryl?" You turned to him. He was going through his backpack.

"Think ya kno' what I mean." He mumbled under his breath.

He grabbed a canned food and sat on the edge of small ladder. He wasn't looking at you but your gaze was at his fingers trying to get the canned food open.

"What if I don't?" You said calmly but at alert, waiting for his respond.

"I dun' kno'. Sellin' yer body for attention. Ring any bell?" He snapped, lifting his head to meet with your gaze. You stood there with complete silence, trying to process his words. His voice was pretty tall, which made you flinch.

"That's really low Daryl." You scoffed. You weren't offended, you were just astonished that he'd bring up your past as a barmaiden to hurt you.

"Right." He mocked. He was still on the small ladder, trying to open the canned food. He sighed as he threw it to the floor. He got up, completely ignoring you.

"Atleast I wasn't drifting behind Merle's ass, doing whatever he'd told me to do." You barked. You had lost yourself. You didn't care what your words would mean to him.

He turned to you, his arms flexing due to his firm grip on his crossbow. He got closer to you, his face was reddening. You could see his vein on his neck throbbing, he wasn't taking his eyes off of you. He clenched his jaw, lowering his eyebrows and leering at you with narrowed eyes.

" 'S tha' what'ca think?" He fumed.

"That's what I know." You uttered as you pout your face. You ran your hands through your hair to take a deep breath.

"Ya know nothing." He barked. He wasn't blinking.

"You were nothing." You whispered. Your eyes were getting red. You could feel them sting. Your vision blurred. Yet his rage was full of spitefullness. He gritted his teeth

"Pickin' up lonely dudes to get 'em pay ya was sumthin'?"

"Sumthin' yer dam' proud." He shouted as he pointed his index finger right at you.

You swallowed slowly. You were not looking at him.

"Just leave me be." You managed to mumble between your shaky, shallow breaths.

"No, I ain't gon' do dat." He boomed. He threw his crossbow on the mattres you two incompetently tried to turn into a cozy bed. He got closer to you, immediatly grabbing your wrists with his hands.

You looked at his hands grabbing both of your wrists quakingly. You weren't sorrowful nor furious. You were affronted at his grip on your wrists that left you in discomfort and almost, pain. You raised your head to meet with his hard-nosed gaze. You shook your forearms fiercely several times, hoping he would free you but he didn't. How could he do this do to you? Out of all the things out there, he chose to grip both your wrists. That was something you'd always highlight when you'd talk about the abuse you had to go through back when you lived with your family. How your father would grip your wrists and squeeze them thightly until you'd feel like passing out. You always told him how small it made you feel, how worthless. Didn't he say "What a dick" referring to your father. Now there he was, doing the exact same thing. You wouldn't believe it.

"Can't run yer mouth now, can yea?" He spat out. His voice was growing taller and taller. You tried to get to your other wrist with one hand only he would not let you;

"Daryl, you're hurting me." You panted, quickly exhaling. Your chest was going up and down rapidly, leaving you all panicked and crumbling under his brawny, firm grip. You looked directly into his eyes, looking for mercy; hoping this night would end without either one of you dying. His hard-nosed gaze not shifting into a softer manner at all.

You were still numb from the moonshine, so many thoughts pondering your head. You wanted to kiss him, end whatever this was. You were highly influenced by booze. You didn't care. You wanted to kiss him. You didn't know what the outcome would be.

So you did, you got on your tiptoes; your bodies were already too close. You closed your eyes and kissed him harshly on the lips. His grip on your wrists loosened, you almost toppled onto him which he didn't let it happen.

His strong hands grabbed the both sides of your face, pressing his lips onto yours like he pleaded for more of you. It all happened so swiftly that he shoved you on the wall harshly. He waited for a split second, his lips brushing yours. You could smell the pungent odour of alcohol mingled with the smell of cigarattes you smoked earlier that day. You didn't care. You wanted all of him. He panted rapidly against your lips. You stayed like that for a moment, his hands flawlessly placed on the temples of your head; the only thing you could hear was eachother's shaky breaths. You pressed your lips onto him once again. A tear that you had been holding so long fell down your cheek, you didn't mind. It was a joyful tear. You were both taking eachother breaths away that left your heart ponding like crazy. He rested all of his body weight on you, which you didn't complain this time. You could feel him growing under his jeans.

Your hands reached the collar of his vest and helped him take it off. You grabbed his bare shoulders and digged your fingernails into them. His hands shifted to your waist from the sides of your face. There was that void feeling in your stomach once again. How small you were compared to him, how you were like an insect which he could've crashed with his fingertips seconds ago.

You gasped when his hands went under your t-shirt, grabbing your hips and waist and stroking your skin. It became a sloppy kiss but you both liked it. Your whole body curved into his body, small moans escaping your mouth. He started going down on your neck from your plumpy lips. Your grabbed a fistful of his hair gently with your right hand, softly pushing his head down on your neck as he kept pecking on your soft skin.

You made up.

FOOTNOTE

Why is it actually so awkward do write even a basic kissing scene. it was painful. idk much about this fanfic it was way better in my mind but idc

@duffmckagansbandana deserves some credits too!! we exchanged so many thoughts during this :))

[curtsbigspoon]

So I already sent one in- But I had to delete my account because something went absolutely hay-wire with it, It's under the same name- But I'm not sure if it'll translate back- But I asked about Crosby anything. I'd bite at the bar of my fucking cage for it. I'm obsessed with Crosby, I'm not sure if you do write anything about him. If you don't, that's completely fine. Just ignore this if that's the case. I've just been dying for any crumbs of Crosby content-

My ask box is otherwise empty so I'm assuming it got deleted with your account. But fear not sweet creature, ask and ye shall recieve!

I did ask my pookie @johnslittlespoon a little about this one, just because as much as I do love cros and do intend on writing him and stuff, I haven't had a lot of chances yet, other than my most recent post where I spoke about him x bubbles as well as him x rosie. But i wanted to deliver still, so I can give you some more headcanons.

Feel free to ask for like more thought out stuff, or snippet things because I will attempt, I just never know what to provide unless someone is specific so forgive me 😭SPOILERS AHEAD BOYS!!!

crosby has always drank black coffee, ever since he got the taste of it, can't stick anything else. the first time bubbles offers to make him a cup he doesn't think to specify, is just grateful enough that they offered. it takes a lot for him to swallow his first sip, tries not to make it obvious, offering a smile and a nod. he's so used to taking sips whilst he's deep in his work that he inevitably winds up finishing the cup. gets up to go and make himself another, desperate for his preferred taste, only for bubbles to spawn out of nowhere offering to get him another one. he tries to politely decline but "i was gonna make myself one anyhow" and now he can't refuse or he'll look rude.

this bit's a tiny bit angsty but after bubbles dies, crosby can't drink the sweet stuff again. he tries to for the very first time after hearing, thinks it'll be something to to keep the memory. but it gets too hard, he winds up being sick, goes back to drinking black coffee because he can't stand the reminder of losing his best friend. well, up until he's deep in work and rosie comes along to see how he's doing, brings him a cup, and it's sweet and he probably drops his face into his hands and gets worked up but- (GUNSHOTS)

this one's especially based on the newest episode but, crosby's used to being seen as more timid right? will immediately stand up to admit when he's done something wrong but before it even gets to that point you can see it eating away at him. he might be able to handle a few comments here and there about himself, never quite willing to turn hostile because it's war, there's worse things happening and it's not worth getting worked up over. but the minute you say a single bad thing about his friends? oh it's over. he'll use his authority, put the fear of god into you, suddenly snap out of nowhere, no a soul can sense it's coming. he means business.

once again talked about in my last post but this man does not sleep, whether it's because of work or anxiety. he probably gets up and paces about, maybe goes to sit outside, goes somewhere, anywhere to clear his head. (angst) but he probably goes somewhere he knows he'll be alone, will talk to bubbles as if he's sitting beside him, laugh about good stuff that's happened, spill his guts about the things eating away at him, referring to fond memories they used to share.

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Tehehe I’ll give you a sorta idea and you can do what you like with it! (Im totally head over heels for sahed the now, sorryyy😭)

So basically reader and tonny are close friends, and sahed is not so secretly jealous of that and then hears a rumour that reader and tonny were fount kissing (simply a rumour lolol)

And uhhh idk where to go with it except eventually sahed corners the reader and they kiss n shiii

AHAHA SORRY i felt like a child writing this but hopefully it helps!!

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Bwhahahaha no I can totally agree, Sahed has my heart as well my precious strawberry!

Also we stan jealous Sahed.

Word count: 2.8 k

warnings: jealous Sahed?? very jelly melly pouty pookie baby Sahed??? , the reader dies (trust me and just read), and yea

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Jealous Sahed = hot Sahed

You were yawning at Tonny's nth try to make you laugh. At first, you found it sweet of him to try and cheer you up after you guys moved from your hometown -which you haven't visited in decades- and the homesickness knawed at your heart like a bee craved its nectar to make honey.

Tonny was a sweet guy, really, trying to make everyone feel at ease, and happy...if only he could come to terms that it was also okay to...not...feel positive emotions sometimes.

"Thanks, Anthonn...but I don't really feel like smiling.", you murmured as you combed his orange/red wig and looked at the shortening stash of make up. you guys would have to stock up again soon.

A random member of the circus happened to walk in on you two discussing, and that person was well, very drama-loving when they saw you and Gremminger conversing with one another. They smiled mischievously. Sahed will be boiling with anger and jealousy tonight. They hid behind a stack of boxes and listened to your conversation.

He sighed as he plopped down next to you. "yeah, sorry...it's just, you're my best friend, and I actually didn't want to bring you there, it was my fault-", he started, but you raised your hand like a mother before looking at him firmly as you interrupted him.

"No, no, Anthonn. Don't blame yourself. I wanted to visit my old home. It's just...so much had changed ever since I left, the people, my family... and now I'm leaving again...I just...I don't know if I actually wanna see it again, or...", you trailed off, thinking about the life-changing night you had as you joined the circus that faithful night.

...

'Just a quick walk, and then I'll be home again! Easy as pie!', you thought as you quickly braided your hair into a lose rope (sorry I can't describe hairstyles someone pls help) and walked towards the library.

The woman there promised you a book of your liking under the day, only about to give it to you now because she knew you were a poor kid, and her manager was looking over her shoulder.

'Just a few more steps- huh?', you thought, when you noticed a stranger. the person just...stood there as you were squinting your eyes to try and identify the person, but before you could realize that it was-

a sharp pain made your breath hitch. you looked down, your eyes seeing a knife in your stomach. when you looked up, you looked at the person you were supposed to marry.

you had rejected the man, and he swore for revenge.

You just didn't think he'd be such a psycho to actually kill you.

"why..?", you only asked as you started coughing up blood. You felt like you were being pressed out for air, your diaphragm not doing its job in raising itself to let your lungs breathe new air in.

"Why? I am the man of every women's dreams, ____! How dare you reject my offer?!", he yelled as he grabbed your hair, but another person broke his wrist.

you then felt a new pair of hands pulling out the knife, and you trying to surpress a scream. you didn't want to alarm the poor citizens. Every household had children, so if you'd had screamed, the kids would've ran out first, only to see your corpse laying on the pavement.

you couldn't do that.

So instead, you groaned as you tried to stop the blood from flowing. The pair which pulled out the knife held your hands away from the wound, and you looked up, only to come face to face with an Ah'kon.

You flinched. you tried bringing some distance between youself and the three-eyes, but he only pulled you closer to his chest. "shh...shh...hey, it's okay, we're saving you...", he muttered as he gently stroked your hair.

you sobbed into his shoulder, not being able to feel your legs anymore. "Why are you doing this...?! I want to live..!", you pleaded as you tried pushing the unhumanly man away from you, but to no avail. he only hugged you tighter to him, and thus making more blood rush out of your wound.

you cried.

"Sahed! Stop hurting her and kill her already!", the other guy, who saved you from your murderer whisper-yelled. You were shaking violently now.

"please...let me go...I have nothing to offer..!", you begged, and your breathing grew ragged as you tried to fight for your life by taking deep breaths, however it only spurred on the blood flow out of your body even more.

"I'm sorry, Tonny, but I can't bring it in myself to hurt a beautiful lady such as this one.", "Sahed" answered as he kept stroking your hair. A spider crawled up your arm as you were taking your last breaths.

Sahed faced you with a gentle smile. "What's your name, young miss?"

The spider bit you, but you didn't feel it. You told him your name, a tear rolled down your cheek, and you slowly slumped down into a slumber which you thought would last forever, but you were wrong.

When you opened your eyes again, Sahed and Tonny were in front of you, standing side by side and giving you sympathetic smiles. You only blinked at them. Then you looked and touched at your stomach.

"I- you- how?", was your spluttered question as you looked at them, your hair a little in your face. And just now, you looked at what surrounded you. Everything was...so...egg-yellow? You saw some objects floating, some notes being played here and there, and when you looked at the two men in front of you, you flinched.

Each one was holding a paper, and a feather with the pink covered in pink. Sahed's feather was a black one, with glowing blue ink at its tip, while Tonny had a white feather, with red ink on it.

"Would you like to live for eternity, ____?", Tonny asked as he took a step forward. sahed chuckled. "At least tell her where she is, Tonny. Look, she's all scared now...", Sahed lightly scolded Tonny as he put away the paper and feather as he approached you and bowed down.

"My name is Sahed. The person to my left is Anthoon Gremminger, but he also enjoys being called Tonny. See, we two are from a magical circus, and just happened to have walked in on you getting brutally stabbed by an ugly man.", Sahed introduced himself and Tonny, and also gave you a little information about themselves.

When Sahed said ugly man, addressing the rejected psycho, you giggled. "yeah...I knew he was weird.."

Tonny smiled. "Well, we're glad we could..." "Help me? yes, you guys actually helped me.", you finished, as you looked at the two men gratefully.

"If it weren't for you, Tonny, then he would've just stabbed me more and more...and Sahed, thank you for staying with me during my last living moments. It felt nice...dying in someone's arms.."

and you bowed down to Sahed this time. "I'm sorry when I flinched when I saw your three eyes, Sahed. It was simply the first time seeing an Ah'kon in real life, and since I was manipulated by the government for thinking that Ah'kons were bad, this...was my reaction. I humbly apologize for my behaviour."

Sahed's eyes were widened. A slow blush creeped out from his heart which warmed him up until his forehead. He averted his eyes. 'That woman, ____...she's definitely something else...', he thought as he nodded towards you. "It's alright. I forgive you.", he managed to answer.

You smiled at him, and Sahed's heart squeezed real tight. While he was turning around and acting as if he was examining the feather (but in reality he tried figuring out why his heart reacted like that and why it was racing now), you and Tonny chatted a bit.

It all came to the conclusion that you signed Tonny's and Sahed's contracts.

...

"...are you regretting joining us..?", Tonny asked when he leaned against you, and you huffed. "Quit that. and about your question...I don't. I'm surprised I have the abilities of a spider though. You know, walking up the walls and onto the ceiling, or shooting webs, and being crazy strong."

Tonny chuckled. "Yeah, you surprised me and Sahed and the others with that pretty much...I was not surprised when you won against Sahed when he was in his buff form."

You snorted. "Gosh, I can still remember his bamboozled face!"

And you two chuckled at that. You sighed after some time, leaning against Tonny. "I'm glad I joined the circus.", you stated after a while, and Tonny nodded in agreement. "You became a core member of this place, ____, you know that?", he asked quietly. you smiled.

"I'm happy to hear that. And thank you for trying to cheer me up.", you muttered. Tonny hugged you from the side and then he turned his head towards you.

Unfortunately, the peeping tom from their prespective saw you two 'kissing'. They quickly left to tell the others. Sahed could hear it from someone else.

"Hey, what if we go up the ceiling, hm?", Tonny asked, and you smiled as you nodded. And together, you ran towards Sahed to have him join you guys.

Now, Sahed was a patient man. He liked to plan some things ahead. Take some things slow.

And he had a plan with you as well. He had the plan to court you over time as he would gift you stuff, compliment you on your powers and abilities, as well as your beauty, and overall be very kind to you.

but, Tonny became a rival in Sahed's eyes. Sahed envied Tonny's close connection to you. He was always scowling when you and Tonny whispered under one another and cackled up right after.

Sahed tried to control his temper when Tonny teased him for blushing at your praises towards the Ah'kon, because why did Tonny have such a stupid grin on? why did he always get the longer end of the straw when it came to you?

Oh...my sweet, jealous Sahed...if only you knew...

You were actually having the fattest crush on the three-eyed eye candy. whenever Sahed was close to you, or even his name falling in a conversation, you were a blushing mess as your cheeks warmed up.

You were just too anxious and shy to confess to the handsome male, and you still thought that he might hold a grudge on you for looking at him all scared on the first time you met him.

but all these lovely dovey feelings itensified when Sahed caught wind of the rumor that you and Tonny had been kissing. Sahed had to check for himself, as he strutted away quickly, looking for you.

All the members who saw him could say he was pissed- no, beyong pissed. Furious, angry, mad. and from what?

Jealousy. They all knew Sahed's crush on you and your crush on him. It would be highest time for you two to start confessing.

just when you saw him, you called him cheerily. "Sahed! Come accompany us-" "I need to talk to you in private, ____.", the Ah'kon interrupted you. Then he glanced at Tonny and his concerned face became an annoyed snarl. Tonny looked at him a little irritated.

You shrugged your shoulders, bidding a confused Tonny farewell before following Sahed into his room. "Sahed? What is it that you wanted to talk about?", you asked after you stood in front of him with his back facing your face.

"I heard a rumor that you and Tonny...had been kissing...is that true?"

You looked at him for a short moment before breaking out in laughter. "Bwahahahaahahha! Now who told you that joke!?", you asked between your fits of laughter.

Sahed only breathed out in relief, raking a hand over his head to his hair as he turned to you. when you were done laughing, having subsided to small giggles.

"Is that all you were going to ask me?", you questioned when you looked at him with a smile and a raised brow. Sahed only shook his head as he laid it on your shoulder, one of his hands resting in his pockets, the other one gently taking your hand and leading it to his lips.

you froze in place, and you focused on the feel of his lips against your knuckles. 'Chapped lips, glazed with lip balm...newly applied a few moments ago? ah, he must've done it when he turned around..'

Then, Sahed raised his head and turned it to an angle where his lips would meet yours perfectly. You stumbled back. "Ah, s-sorry, I didn't mean to-", you apologized again, your back hitting the corner.

Sahed only walked towards you, his expression solemn as he walked towards you. "why...why do you always run away from me...?", he asked quietly as he gently took your hand again. He looked at it with a sad frown, and his mouth was turned down a bit.

You were speechless. 'me? running away from you..?'

"no..it's just...I was just-" "Scared?"

"No! No. I was just surprised wh-when you leaned down for a kiss...", you tried to explain as your cheeks and forehead burned. You looked up at him when you put your other hand on his which was holding your first hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"I'm just...surprised, that you'd even do such a thing..", you trailed off as your thumb stroked the polished and black nail on Sahed's thumb.

Sahed frowned as he looked into your face. he was an expert at reading peoples' minds when just looking at their faces, but when he looked at you...you never had any other emotions evident on your face than what you showed. Now you looked...bashful? sheepish?

"And why not? Do you actually have any idea how long I've loved you, ____?", he asked before he put a strand of hair behind your hear and lifted up your chin to look at him.

Your eyes were wide open in surprise, and your mouth parted slightly.

"I've fell for you the moment I laid eyes on you, ____...even when it was your dying moment...you looked pretty. And you look even prettier now.", he murmured before kissing the hand on top of his softly.

You felt your heartbeat race, and you also felt like fainting. 'Sahed loves me?!', cue to your blush intensifying. You thought that Sahed was done talking, but he still continued.

"And so...I thought that I could win you over with my charms, gifting you stuff, complimenting you, flirting with you...and then, Tonny...", he whispered as he scowled again. you frowned. "What's with him...?", you asked when your hand came in contact with his cheek, and he pushed the side of his head into your hand affectionately. But his three eyes were still downcast.

"I thought that you and Tonny were, well...close...and I didn't want you to like that clown...but when I heard that you and Tonny kissed...I-...I couldn't stand it...it broke my heart, you know?", he finished before he looked up at you. you could just melt then and there.

"so...you were jealous...?" "P-pretty much..."

An angry, jealous Sahed...he was hot before, but it seemed like his jealousy gave him a special note. I mean, he wouldn't corner you, would he? with holding your hands and kissing them as he tells you how jealous he was of you for hanging out with your best friend.

You huffed playfully. "There's nothing to worry about, Sahed. I love you too, you know?"

There was a moment of silence, before Sahed's face turned beet red. you couldn't help but giggle at his reaction.

"You know...I think I should make you more jealous in the future.."

"what?! Why??", he asked, a worried expression on his face.

"well...it makes you look hot.", you answered, smirking at him a little seductively. He chuckled at that.

"And I'm not hot now? Or most of the time?"

"Hm...depends..."

"Depends on what?"

"Are you still thinking about kissing me?"

"I am restraining myself from doing so, yes."

"Then loosen up and kiss me."

And with that, Sahed kissed you. His lips were chapped as you guessed correctly, but you didn't mind it. You brought your hands to his hair, and payed with it as he pecked your lips again and again.

Sahed grew bold. He started kissing down your jaw to place open-mouthed kisses on your throat before placing a hickey on your neck.

"Heh.", he said proudly when he examined his work. you were panting when you looked at him with a confused face. "Huh? w-what did you do?"

"nothin'...!", he quickly answered before kissing you again, and you closed your eyes in bliss as you kissed him back just as eagerly.

...

when you looked into the mirror after your little...interaction with your new boyfriend Sahed, you saw his work. A big, dark purple hickey, right on the side of your neck, and in a very visible area as well.

'So this is why everyone's been looking at me strangely..!', you thought as you blushed furiously and thought about ways to take your revenge on your lover.

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Heyyyy! I thought that this would be a nice ending, and yeahhh! I hope I could fulfill your request how you liked, and if you didn't, tell me, so that I can improve my writing and give you the satisfaction you deserve, 🍓!

Requests are open!

Read you guys in the next post!

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[fatuismooches]

Fragile!reader is a wonderful concept. However, I will NOT let Signora meet them & suffer through that type of loss ever again, therefore I FORBID you fatuismooches from writing them together.. because if you do I’ll most likely break down in tears and start crying because we all know how it’ll end. >:( 💔

Rosalyne, whose suffered through years of grief and sadness from the loss of her late husband, promising to uproot herself from her own flames, finally seeing a chance at love again, a fleeting moment where she can once again be embraced in the arms of someone she holds dear. It would have taken her so long to accept love back into her life, to not fear it and what it’ll bring in the event of tragedy. To welcome back the familiar warmth, just to lose it all once again.. She would never love again.

I think about her and why fragile!reader would be like, but I can’t think of them without being reminded of how devastating it will be if they were to ever meet and fall in love.

Signora isn’t Dottore. She can’t prolong your lifespan or give you the adequate healthcare. 😞

I love my pookie Dottore like A LOT, but there’s something about a widowed woman falling back in love with someone who’s time is already limited, that you just can’t beat..

It’s 1am and I have tests tmrw but I NEEDED to get this out, there’s so much more I want to say about Signora and fragile!reader but I can’t likeee, IDK,,explain it better 😭💔💔

Hello webttcre, i totally didn't write this and this where Signora loses you!! 😂😂 (Also i hope you did good on your exams!! but don't go to sleep so late it's bad for you!! 😡)

BUT YES. Signora is such a sad character, Rosalyne is even more heart-breaking. When her husband died she swore to herself never to love again, never to place her arms around another nor to let them embrace her, just... never again. She cannot let herself go through that pain again... she was already so hurt by Rostam, that the pain it will be the second time would be... unimaginable. Well, that's what she promises herself, but she ends up breaking it when she meets you. It's as they say. When you're in love, you're in love. You can try to deny it, run from it all you like but, it won't stop it... Signora can't stop herself from loving you. So after a lot of time, a lot of reassurance and comfort from you, she lets herself fall in love again. You quell her flames but you keep her from freezing over... it's a perfect match.

But things never last long for sinners like her. The Gods never favored her, did they? It's always the right person, but never enough time. Signora though that this second chance would be the right one, the one that would end in happiness and not heartbreak... but your illness shattered all hopes of that. It's not your fault of course, no never, Rosalyne would never blame you. But she can't help but loathe at the hand she's been dealt in his life, to be cursed to lose the only two people she ever gave a damn about. She spends all the time she can with you but, as she sees you withering away and inevitably leaving her, she alternates between pure flames and pure ice. Pure anger and pure emptiness.

Rosalyne should have never let you get close to her... her love always ends in tragedy. :(

[mrhowells]

Smallville 4x14

I love this episode a lot🥹

THAT'S ADORABLE😭😭

"You're gonna be fine. I know you're gonna be fine. Everyone I've ever hit was alright."

Lois -everyone I've ever hit was alright- Lane:

Clark really sleeps on the couch now that Lois lives there? LMAOOOO

the way he immediately smiles when he sees the dog I can't🥹🥹

"You hit him? With your car?" "No, with my fist🙄🙄"

CLARK YOUR FACE-

"Actually, I think it might be fun to have a dog around."

HE'S A MENACE, HE'S A DISGRACE, HE'S A FUCKING CLOWN, I LOVE HIMMMMMMMM

I'm crying

"I don't know. It's just kind of hard to be myself with her around."

that's so ironic though because apart from hiding his powers he is VERY himself around her

I need Tom Welling to stop smiling on my screen please and thank you, I'm not strong enough for this😭

ugh😩

Chloe helping Clark with his excuses, love to see it🥹 He's so bad at them he needs all the help he can get💀

Let me introduce you to my parents who have been married for about 30 years now:

"Let's see. He's annoying, and I can't get within ten feet of him without getting sick. I think we should call him Clarkie."

have I mentioned how much I love them before?

"I spent all morning on these."

they're both so cute🥹🥹

LMAOOOOOO he finds her so annoying

hsajaksjaksj LOOK AT HIS HAND IN THE SECOND IMAGE, HE'S SO DONE I'M SCREAMING

No because if I keep going like this I'll screenshot every single time they say something or even look at each other💀

Lois: You could be Skipper😇

Clark: *fake ass smile* anyway-

STAHP I'M SCREAMING

he's about to throw hands💀

This is so confusing, I thought Jason's mom orchestrated the entire meeting with Lana but now she wants him away from her?

"Paranoia is not a very attractive quality in a woman."

Umm okay, AND? I mean I don't give a shit about Genevieve but this is such a dumb statement, as if she's supposed to give a fuck about what's "attractive" to Lex or others, like what?

Sometimes he sounds like one of those "pick up artists" that the internet makes fun of all the time, I'm sorry💀💀

I. LOVE. THIS.

That's the way someone talks to their own kid, not their guest and I love that because Lois clearly lacks parental love. Martha & Lois will always be so special to me😭😭

"Remember when Clark did that? He was only... three." LMAOOOO

Lex is clearly losing patience with Clark😬

Can I join this family pls look at themmmm

Martha is such a badass actually

I'm glad Lana overheard that whole conversation between Jason and his mother, now I'm just hoping they'll give her more agency instead of making her a passive character and her own storyline.

(edit: so she did NOT hear what they were talking about🤡🤡 At least she saw it)

Clark is such a little shit😭

Still arguing about dog names🤡

"Hold on there Forrest Gump, what are you gonna do, run?" LOL

She's like nuh uh, get in the car dude AND HE LISTENS💀💀💀

How are they acting like they're been married for decades???

NOT AN ACTUAL QUESTION BC I KNOW HOW AND I'LL TELL YOU: they're comfortable around each other even if they don't realize it

🎶and I will go down with this ship🎶 (EXCEPT I DON'T EVEN HAVE TO BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING SAILING, IT WILL NEVER GO DOWNNNNN)

let's move on

"What is this, another one of your famous hunches or are we just on a little scenic route?"

"Okay, stop here."

"Wha- where??"

"HERE. Stop here."

"OKAY."

>>>MARRIED.

they sound like my grandparents💀

LOOK AT MY LIL POOKIES INVESTIGATING STUFF TOGETHER🥺

YEEEEET

I need to know where Clark gets his clothes bc that stuff withstands literally anything💀

AKJASJKAKSL STAHP😭

"He (the dog) saved my life. I'll take my chances on his loyalty." Ooof, is he calling out Lex👀

what is Lionel trying to do?🧐

CUTE.

CUTE.

Clark is happy = I'm happy, it's really that simple

this episode is premium, top tier chef's kiss EXCELLENT

[aikann]

Akito Shinonome from pjsk character analysis

(may be a little ooc, sprinkling common headcannons, on the spot, no research, no reviewing character stories, nor vbs story, going based of what I remember in this car and myself as a huge Akito kin)

He doesn't forget things easily, grudges he'd held from back then would not dissapear. It's not actions, but the words he's heard. For example, that one guy who told Akito he wasn't "on the level" as the rest of vbs. He already knew this beforehand - being told he was "average" which isn't at all a bad thing, it just hit him differently when compared to his groupmates. No matter how much comfort or reassurance he recieves, he himself does not have it in him to believe himself. He's ignorant, stubborn, and to an extreme amount at that. It isn't blatant "abandonment issues", it's just that he feels inferior to others, which leads to his obsession to beating Rad Weekend. Imo, they've well surpassed them - but of course for plot and group reasons they still aren't on "that level" yet, (which I think is really impractical - they should grow a different reason to sing at this point). In a way, Akito's blind to his own growth, pushing himself to overwork just to prove he has the potential to beat Rad Weekend. The reason for this, it's not to show others or his groupmates that he is on their level - but for himself. I think that should be way more emphasized. He wants to prove to himself that he's worth enough to stand with his groupmates, and simple words of reassurance from them isn't going to convince them. Perhaps it does for a while, hides the fact he's not over it yet, just enough to seem that he is when he isn't. Akito wants his own actions to prove his worth, that's all he is. He believes if he can't sing a level where he believes he isn't yet, he tells himself that he's worthless. Almost as if there's nothing else he can do. Another thing that's understated is his talent and effort for dancing - he has a lot of stamina in his past at soccer, but this part of his performance helps make him overexert himself. This is another way of trying to compromise for his "lack of talent" with his voice. Akito believes he's slipping behind his friends, slipping behind the image he has of himself, in a way similar to An. In Akito's case, he's afraid of losing what makes him worthy, afraid of no longer being what he envisions of himself. His frustrations bottle up inside of him, leading to one day he just snaps and lets it out, in the form of anger. The punch he gave Toya was necessary, it was words conveyed in an action. "Help me." and Toya knows this. They both know this. Akito won't stop to have self-esteem issues, no matter how much he buries it in the side he shows new people, or even the side he shows his friends, it will remain there. I doubt it would ever leave, he might find more self worth throughout character development, but Akito isn't himself if he fully believes in his talent.

Anyways Happy Birthday Akito Shinonome my pookie wook ‼️😭🎉

[rollingsins]

There's nothing better than seeing you post another chapter!

Poor Sam is stuck with the chairs. She definitely needs a proper back massage after that night. I volunteer 🙋‍♀️

Tara!!! As IF you are her favorite patient! What made you even think that?? Girlie really is crushing hard...

Not Sam leaving poor R alone to deal with angry chihuahua Tara 😭 I thought we were a team now! Not cool, Sam.

Tara's crush left faster than Judy's light in her eyes as R killed her.

Lol that's definitely not Tara's time right now. First Sam and R team up, then she can't riot against the nurse for doing her JOB and now she even gets threatened with calling Sam. Poor Pookie.

NOT SAM LEAVING AGAIN!! Daamn. R, unleash your anger! Pookie needs to be put on a leash.

...how is Tara supposed to get it when she murders people for even thinking about R.

Awww now I feel bad! Tara is just insecure because of her Rage. Poor baby deserves to hurt someone now. As a treat.

Aaaand I take it back. Wtf Tara!! Why be angry at R now?? I am getting whiplash from her mood changes. I have absolutely no idea how Sam and R can handle that storm cloud every single day. They deserve a big award for that. Number one Pookie tamer goes to R! Sam comes in second place.

Oh so now Nurse Rosario is Rs girlfriend?? After crushing on her the entire time?? Tara is such a complicated and complex person. Yet we love her all so very much

Another awww. Tara is dreaming about losing R. She is such a cutie!!! Her pookieness trumps her murderous rage.

Hmmm them in therapy would definitely be interesting! I bet Tara would be all grumpy and pouty while R just talks. Their usual relationship dynamic!

Honestly I loved this chapter very much! It may even be one of my favorite. Tara was adorable, R stood her ground and poor Sam was just so done. It's great that they are willing to work on the Rage and their emotions now.

R the pookie tamer has a nice ring to it.

And someone buy poor Sam a spa weekend 😭

[undermycoat]

fact check first listens

fact check sounds great obviously. idk if it's the best on the album but i like it. it's definitely a 127 song & a strong start also djj pre-chorus & i feel like i'm gonna be really annoying about the chorus too like girl go check the facts go check that... CHECK THAT! 9/10

space my beloved..... idk i feel like i can log out to this song. i love it i really don't have anything else to say. it's great 10/10

parade's intro has my tummy gulugulu'ing like craaazy but i love the sound and johnny's rapping,, pookie <3 it loses me a bit in the middle but i think i just need to listen more also jungwoo sounds soooo beautiful as always 🫶 plus i lervvvv the chorus 8.5/10

angel eyes just makes me think of glee (the show) um. I LIKE IT!! also i like the bridge . idk if i'm allowed to compare the actual sound to another nct song when it's kind of just that.. style? genre? but yeah i like it 8/10

yacht has a certain simplicity to it that i love & i like the bass. kinda reminds me of the start of bmf 8/10

je ne sais quoi also got that sound that makes u want to poop... my tummy is gurgling fr fr. this isnt a bad thing. jaehyun all up in my pussy again -1pt . 8/10 7/10

love is a beauty is so pretty and hc & dy's voices just fly above the music and goddamn it. jaehyun can sing. i hope he explodes. also johnwoo +10000pts . ooh i like the little geometric sounds that start ~2:00. 8.5/10

misty lowkey makes me anxious @ the start LOL but it feels different from 127's usual stuff so i like it. i always support them branching out. it's a really gorgeous sound also sm always has johnny saying some shit 😭😭 9/10

real life is basically "girl who's only listened to red velvet: getting a lot of red velvet vibes from this....." i really like it but that feels like a given lol it might be my 2nd or 3rd favorite track i need to listen to fact check again to be sure 10/10

man i am so full of shit with those number ratings (also i feel bad about giving je ne sais quoi a 7 when it's really good & i just like being a fake jaehyun hater) . anyway it all still feels like 127 and innovative and unique with a great sound and marvellous vocals & i think by now you've realized i can't say anything bad about nct & lowkey this entire thing is a joke bc i really do think they are All That. anyway check the facts go check that check the stats go check that check that check that 🫶💚🌟

[fatuismooches]

HELLO AGAIN

I can't sleep for nth time and I have the most HORRENDOUS Neuvillette brainrot. So hear we go

(You know that verse in Promise by Laufey that goes: "It hurts to be something, it's worse to be nothing with you". Yeah this is going the angst direction if u can't tell I'm so sorry)

Neuvillette with a lover with a mortal lifespan who gets reincarnated over and over. He used to always be successful in finding you, always able to return you to his embrace and love you until it's time to let go all over again. He's gotten used to having you, even if it was different versions of the first you.

But then one time he was just too late. Then you were in the arms of another person, someone else who got to experience for themselves the undying warmth and the love you could possibly give.

So he watches as you spent this one lifetime away from him. Then the next. Then another.

All he can do was watch as you slipped further and further away from him, until he could no longer find you in the crowd, the familiar tug in his heart gone when he saw another incarnation of you wondering around the streets of Fontaine. You became a stranger to him all over again.

There's never a sunny day in Fontaine since.

-:D (I'm so sorry that this my next ask right after the wholesome one the last time 😭😭)

NAHHHH I CANT DEAL WITH NEUVILLETTE ANGST... POOKIE DOES NOT DESERVE ALL THAT!! 😭 But omg reincarnation au has so much potential... Every version of you has their differences but he finds love in all of them! You never fail to teach him new things, something he cherishes greatly. And yet no matter how many times he loses you, he always mourns harder than he did previously. But he knows no matter how many decades or centuries pass, the two of you will find each other again.

And just like how all things should be, he finds you again, beautiful and radiant just like he remembered you, and he goes to approach you... when he is cut off by someone else embracing you. And sealing the deal with a kiss to your lips. He's shocked and conflicted. Neuvillette thinks it's wrong to try and pursue you when you've already found happiness. Even if it's not with him, this is the choice you've made. And so he remains an onlooker despite every part of his body and mind crying out. He's already lived a long time without you, he could hang on for a while longer.

Until he realizes that fate is a cruel thing.