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[vyntilador]

Forget-me-not

"Celebrating one's birthday was supposed to be an enjoyable and endearing event to spend with somebody. Yet as you wish him a happy birthday, your heart is enveloped by the freezing winter air with no one to give you their warmth."

* December 4 / 6:47 am (sunday)*

That specific date and time shows up on my screen as I open it. I didn't expect to wake up early today, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to get things ready much earlier? I push the blankets off of me and put on my slippers then headed to the bathroom to get myself ready for the day. I know I said that it wouldn't hurt to start doing things early but, what or which one do I even do first? I don't even have a plan in mind nor do I know what else should I prepare for the special day. Maybe I should start with the cake? But it's still to early for that. The icing might melt. What about decorations? Probably. I should get bouquets too from the flower shop.

I write down my ideas on my notes app and proceeded to mentally prepare myself for the day. I cooked myself a quick omelet and a cup of coffee and started doing some errands. From going to the grocery to get ingredients and decorations to going to the flower shop to get some flowers then at around 3:00 pm, I did some extra work to somehow ease my workload for tomorrow.

I didn't notice how long had time passed but somehow, it is now 7:38. Just in time for dinner I guess. I do whatever you do to prepare dinner then went and 'tortured' myself with youtube tutorials on how to make some cake. The icing would always be too runny or too hard. The base of the cake would get a little burnt and all that stuff. Why did I even do this to myself. Eventually, since god had mercy on me, I managed to finish the cake. Took me more or less an hour but hey, experiences are great. I sit around for a few more hours and waited until midnight.

*11:46*

Just a few seconds more and it'd be December 5. I light the candles and bring the wrapped gifts I bought. I took a few deep breaths and then sang. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, My Dear Luke Pearce, Happy birthday to you." I finish the song and manages to stay sane during it. I then blow out the candles and whisper quietly almost as if I was speaking to myself. "So, what did you wish for, Luke?" My voice came out much more shaky than I'd imagined. And as if something in me had snapped, tears start spilling down my face as I submit to the sadness enveloping me. I now have my face burried in my hands as I stand in front of the counter with the cake on top. I didn't know what else should I do other than sob. It's not like I CAN do anything though. Once something is gone, it's gone forever. There's no chance of it coming back. But yet, I still can't accept the fact that he's gone.

I continue to sob as the realization hits me. Years have passed and now I'm all alone. I have no one else to sympathize with, to share the sorrow with, or to lean on. I have come to realization that I am currently celebrating the birthday of someone who's long forgotten by anyone and everyone except me.

[vyntilador]

Falling into Oblivion

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(i forgot my usual format LMAOOOO)

Genre: Angst

Character/s: Luke Pearce

Fandom: Tears of Themis

T/W: idrk lmk if there is tho

A/N: I'm back HWHAHAHAHAHAHA schools been burying me with shit for the past few months (likw 10 things due on the next 3 days...) *War dlashbacks*

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The stars were high up in the sky with only the muffled sounds of the bustling city surrounding him. Tried as he must to focus on those, he can't help but have his mind slowly drift to you. These occurrences have been happening more and more often to him and it's slowly eating him up.

Regret, despair and hatred.

What would've happened if he didn't leave then? How would your life with him turn out if he had the courage to tell you his innermost feelings? Why, just why did he have to turn his back to you on that day? He brings his hands up to his face, one desperately wiping the tears threatening to spill while the other hitting his own head in self-loathing and in an attempt to distract himself from these awful thoughts. The days have been passing by too fast and his condition had been worsening. It hurt him to stay and hold on but a part of him still wishes to remain in this world where he can still feel the warmth of your soft hands and be able to lay his hands eyes upon that smile of yours that he just can't get enough of. Luke starts to smile as he imagined your cheery voice and your lovely smile. He closes his eyes to preserve the image of you but it was all slowly fading. Everything around him was turning dark. He keeps his eyes tightly shut, despairingly searching within his mind a single memory where he can see that smile of yours once more but to no avail, it was all lost. He immediately gets up from his bed and doesn't even bother to dress properly. He leaves from the door of his antique shop and starts to head to your apartment in a rush..that slowly dies down to a halt. Where did you reside in? Where was the place he always frequented in whenever he craved your touch? Who's touches did he so hopelessly yearned for? He was in distress; His vision was blurring though he didn't know why. He stands frozen on the sidewalk, bringing his hands up to his head, hitting it repeatedly while continuously speaking these words, "Where was I going? Who was I going to? Why— what—?!" he was growing agitated. He moved his body but he was well unaware of it. His world was spinning and the city lights flickered within his vision. He was so utterly confused that tears had quietly formed in his eyes without his knowledge. He kept walking and walking, not knowing where he was headed when suddenly, this single light grew brighter and brighter and— he was pulled back by somebody. For a second, his vision clears and before him was the most alluring face he had ever laid his eyes on. He was in a daze, eyes focused solely on the person's eyes that he barely heard the words they told him, "Luke, are you okay? What are you doing here?!" The person was in distress as they gazed down at him with worry and suddenly, he was confused once again. 'Luke..?' it sounded so familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it. He remained silent while still gazing up at the stranger; the longer he looked, the more his heart raced. "You're...captivating.." two words were uttered softly by him as his gaze turned from dazed to full of love. The person's worry was increasing by the minute when he suddenly feels a strong sting on his head and his vision darkens.

The next moment, he awakes to an unfamiliar room filled with bright lights and the sound of continously, stable beeps. His eyes felt so heavy but he kept them open nonetheless. Suddenly, somebody comes to view. 'The love of my life..' no other thought came to his mind but those words. He slowly but surely realized his situation so he smiled and brought his hand up to the person's face. "...I may be slowly forgetting that overly affectionate eyes of yours or that sweet smile that never ceases to infect me with your joy but, my love for you will always stay..." He spoke softly. "No matter what happens, I'll always be with you, though I'm not actually there, our memories together will accompany you.." The person who's face he is caressing was blurred but he still somehow caught sight of the wetness dripping down their face. Tears perhaps? He felt bad for making his dearest cry but, as long as they remain within each other's arms, that's all he'll ever wish for.

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Imma b real this is kinsa ooc HWHAHAHAHAHAHA (idk if ive posted it but fuck all my c.ai still not workin and i gotta do smthn

[vyntilador]

WINXKSKXKSK Reader tells him what they did and he panics he promises to find a cure but surrpise🥳 he didn't LMAOOOOO reader dies and it eats him up everytime he thinks about it. Wether when he sees a patient with like a flu with the same effects as his illness or when he looks at the mirror (when he sees himself in the mirror he doesnt see Baizhu, he sees the one that had failed you, not only as your boss, friend or even your potential lover, if he cpuldve just found a cure for it, he thinks about how reader and him would've been happily living together without worrying abt anyone coughing out blood)

what have you done

(baizhu x reader)

tw: mentions of sickness, reader struggles with breathing

More than a week has passed and now Baizhu was starting to second guess his suspension. He found it strange how lately he’s been feeling little to no symptoms from his underlying condition.

He’s come to realize for the past few weeks he’s been in top shape, better than before.

There have been weeks maybe sometimes months where his condition seems to have no effects on him, not causing him to be in the excruciating pain he’s constantly in, but it always comes back after a while. It never leaves him for more than two months tops so he’s growing skeptical as to what could’ve helped erase his pain for this long.

You take note of his symptoms when you walk into the pharmacy for your shift.

“Good morning Dr. Baizhu, any new prescriptions for me to work on today?” You ask as you remove your coat, making your way to your office.

“No need for the formalities dear y/n, you’ve been my assistant for two years already.” He chuckles, a genuine smile gracing his features. “Only one new prescription for one of our regulars who’ll be down to pick it up later today, I’ll help you make it shortly.” You take note of his voice, how it doesn’t sound as strained and how his shoulders don’t seem as tense.

“I’ll get started, take your time.” You send him a smile back, a sigh of relief escaping your lips seeing him look at peace, knowing he’s no longer feeling pain.

Though your moment of relief was short lived. Once you turned the corner of the hall and made your way into your office you got sent into a coughing fit. One that made it hard to breathe.

The pain that’s been building up slowly since the symptoms you received was finally taking full effect now. A few months ago you had made the decision yourself to take away baizhus illness and give it to yourself. You made sure to do it as subtle as possible, taking it piece by piece for the past few months.

You knew the repercussions and what would eventually happen to you if you did so but you did it anyway. Though it was hitting you harder than you’d imagined it would you don’t regret what you’ve done, nor will you ever tell anyone or Baizhu what you’ve done.

You had a knack for wanting to see others get better, that is why you joined the medical field at such a young age. You weren’t blessed by the archons, bestowed a vision like many great people you know, Baizhu and Qiqi included. But you did have a particular gift you were born with. No one but your family and you know of it of course.

You had the ability to take away any injury, cut, gash, wound, flu, or illness away from one person and help them recover or fully heal but the only thing was it would be placed onto you and you’d have to take over what it was that you would heal someone from. A power that your parents referred to as a double edged sword.

They discovered your power when you were only seven years old. Your younger brother had fallen and scraped his knees and was crying nonstop. You felt bad and decided to help patch him up and you put your hand over his wound to stop the small bleeding only to wince in pain as you did so.

Your mother pulled your hand away and inspected your little brother's wound to find it completely gone, no trace of it being there in the first place. Not even a scar left behind. But when she looked at you she saw a small gash upon your knee, just where you little brother had it mere seconds ago. Since then she and your father had forbidden you from using your powers for anything more serious than so. They know what lengths you’d go to just to help others so they were reluctant on letting you go into the medical field but couldn’t stopped you in the end, it’s what made you the happiest after all.

You shakily push yourself off from the door, legs slowly making their way to your desk as you feel too lightheaded to stand upright.

“How has Baizhu been dealing with this all along?” You question yourself as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Y/n, are you sick too?” Qiqi’s small voice comes from behind you, making you jump in surprise.

“Qiqi!” You look at the small child with wide eyes, your heartbeat loud from suddenly hearing her voice when you didn’t even spot her coming in. “Ah, no sweetie. It’s not that, I’m not sick.” you laugh it off, hoping she didn’t catch you wince when you turn to her feeling your lungs squeeze.

“I’m just uhh sleepy yeah! I’m sleepy!” You smile at her, feeling bad for lying to her but you don’t want her to worry or even worse inform Baizhu of your condition.

“But you were dizzy, like you were in pain.” Qiqis eyebrows furrow making you feel worse, she’s just a kid but she notices the slightest difference in someone’s demeanor . “Y/n Is something the matter? I think I should get Mr Baizhu.” She nods her head content with her decision before you even reply to her and turns on her heels.

“Qiqi wait!” You push yourself off your desk and quietly run around her kneeling down and offering her your best convincing smile before she can open the door. “Sweetie it’s no big deal I promise. Look you can see for yourself I’m doing just fin-“

“But your hands are shaking, you’re also perspiring.” Her small hand makes contact with your forehead and the corners of her mouth turn down making your stomach sink.

Why am I lying to a child? What’s wrong with me? You feel horrible, she’s just concerned and you're lying to her face when she’s just worried about your well being.

“Qiqi listen ok, I’m sorry. I am a bit under the weather today but it’s nothing I can’t handle. I’ll make sure to take things slow ok?” You slowly stand back up giving her small hand a squeeze. Taking a deep breath in to help regulate your breathing.

Her head tilts a bit, eyes narrowing as she tries to see through your lie. Something she's definitely picked up from Baizhu. Her small hand reaches for yours and she gives it a small squeeze.

“Don't overwork yourself, if your symptoms get worse i'll have no choice but to inform Mr Baizhu.” a small frown makes its way onto her mouth and you feel even more bad now.

“Sweetie don't feel like it’s your fault, I know how far I can push myself and when to stop. I really do appreciate your concern. If I feel any worse I will take my leave for the day, ok?” You give her small hand a reassuring squeeze hoping she won't say anything soon, hoping you can mask the pain that shoots through your body with every passing second.

“I have to prepare some antibiotics for a customer in a bit but tell you what, afterwards Baizhu you and I will head out for lunch! I'll buy you coconut milk and we can walk around for a bit afterwards! You can also check up on me then ok.” you see Qiqi’s eyes light up a bit and you feel relief wash over your body. A nice day spent out with them both sounded lovely , hopefully the pain wasn't as excruciating as it usually is later on.

“What’s this? Are you both making plans without me?” Baizhu’s voice comes from behind you, making you jump from where you stood.

“Baizhu! Were you standing there the whole time?!” you ask, feeling your heart drop a bit worried that he heard everything.

“My my, do I seem like someone who'd do such a thing?” he laughs making your frown deepen only making him laugh a bit harder.

“What little trust you have in me dear, we've known each other for far too long, have some faith in me.” he chuckles, stepping in smiling at the sight of you holding qiqi’s hand. His heart squeeze’s in a way he hasn't felt in so long, not one due to pain. Seeing you two puts him at ease makes his worry fade.

“I was just telling Qiqi how I wanted to treat you both to lunch later, after our customer pick’s up their prescription of course!” you clear your throat, hoping he didn't see the look of worry you wore thinking he heard you're sick.

“That sounds lovely y/n, only thing is it'll be my treat. You both deserve it. You both have been working very hard as of late and I need to show my deep appreciation to my two dear helpers now don't I?.”

“Wait that's not fair though I-”

“Ahahah,” he tuts taking slow steps to where Qiqi and you stood. “No need to argue ok.” he smiles down at you both, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I just want to treat you both, I'm just glad you are both still here with me, that we're all here together.” his eyes soften and you feel your heart rate pick up. He looks at peace.

“Baizhu has been feeling better as of late.” Changsheng hisses and Baizhu clears his throat making you and Qiqi laugh.

You knew exactly what Changsheng was talking about but didn't press further. You know exactly why he is and you're happy that he's not in pain, that's how you always want to see him.

“Now Qiqi, please do me a favor and run the front desk for me. Y/n and I have to work on a prescription, we’ll be done in a bit ok?” Baizhu kneels down, hand gently laying upon the small girl's head to which she gives a small nod and wastes no time walking out.

Baizhu sigh’s and stands back up to close the door behind her.

“Now shall we get started?” He chirps turning back to you with a closed eyed smile.

You only nod, walking to your desk to get the herbs and vial’s to mix for the antibiotics you need to finish.

“What’s the patient's diagnosis again?” You ask, bending down my the medicine cabinet in the corner of your room.

“Acute bronchitis.” He hums, leaning on the side of your desk watching your every move.

“Ah ok, so the medication calls for-“

Baizhu pushes himself off as he sees you kneel down, legs slightly shaking as you do so.

“Y/n stand back up for me.” Baizhus voice sounds much closer now making you almost drop the herbs you held in your hands.

“Baizhu-“

You turn to face him and the pain in your chest spikes up from moving too fast. The burn in your lungs and the tightness on your esophagus made your eyes burn in no time.

Your hold on the herbs slips from your hands as you clutch your chest, gasping for air now.

The vials never hit the floor. Before they did Baizhu quickly caught hold of them quickly reaching for you seconds after before your legs could give out.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” Baizhu asks, concern evident in his tone.

“They’re sick.” Changsheng hisses as he slowly kneels to the floor with you.

“N-no im-“ a coughing fit came up seconds after making you clutch your already sore throat. You nod your head frantically at Changshengs accusation.

“Arms up dear, if you can't breathe don't freak out it’ll only make matters worse you know that!” Baizhu gently grabs hold of your arms and lifts them above your head making your eyes widen.

It felt as if it made things worse, you were getting scared. It was getting too hard to breathe let alone concentrate.

“Y/n! No don’t- ah look! Look at me-“ Baizhu’s hands were on both sides of your face getting you to look him in the eyes.

Big green concerned eyes stare back at you as he nods his head in assurance. “I’m here, you’re ok, just breath ok breath with me come on.” He inhales and you try only to feel your throat close up again but Baizhu urges you. His hand rubbing soothing circles on your back while his other one keeps one of your hands over your head.

Again, he inhales and you did so along with him, then a slow and steady exhale and you shakily do the same.

“Good, good, calm down with me, you're ok.” He offers a small smile though he still looks worried.

“I told you, when they walked in today I sensed it.” Changsheng peeks down from Baizhus shoulder, eyes narrowing at you.

“This sickness seems awfully familiar.” The snake comes closer and you feel as if they’re both too close, seeing into you.

“Y/n are you sick? How long has this been going on for?!” Baizhu grabs your wrist, placing two fingers on your wrist to check your racing pulse.

“Not too long.” You inhale sharply, feeling a stabbing sensation on your right lung making you hunch.

“Nono, dear stay up you know you have to.” Baizhus hand rubs your back, straightening your spine as you close your eyes and nod your head.

“Sorry, sorry I know I’ll be fine in a minute.” You exhale, a small laugh coming out hoping to ease the worry that was evident in his eyes.

“Y/n, I’m serious. When did you-“

Another coughing fit comes up making your hands cover your mouth and Baizhu feels his thoughts come to a halt when he sees a dark red substance seep through the cracks between your fingers.

“Baizhu this seems…..awfully familiar.” Changsheng whispers to the already worried man, making him come to a realization that he never thought was possible.

Did they get my sickness? But it isn’t contagious, how would this be? Baizhu thinks to himself, moving your hand from your mouth and placing his handkerchief over your lips wiping excess blood.

“This can't be…” Baizhu whispers and Changsheng slithers up closer to you.

“They’re hiding something Baizhu.” The snake slithers off of Baizhu’s shoulders and onto your lap.

You look at the snake then at baizhu whose eyes are boring into yours, trying to figure out how exactly your conditions seem awfully familiar to the one he has, to the one he had.

“Baizhu it’s nothing.” You give him a small smile, breathing somewhat evening out as you reach your hand to his gently grabbing the handkerchief.

“I just caught a cold, but now your handkerchief is ruined you didn't need to-“

“Did you know?” He whispers, connecting the dots in his head and he fears something he never thought would happen. He truly thought he hid it well, that no one knew except for Changsheng, but how did you get it?

“Know what? Baizhu I don’t understand-“

“This sickness isn’t just a cold or flu, it’s a rare disease that affects very little of the population. This isn’t something that could be contracted.” He reaches for his stethoscope and holds his breath.

“Y/n who have you been around recntl-“

His voice fell upon deaf ears, all you could hear was your heartbeat ringing in your ears.

“Y/n….y/n?” His eyes look back up to meet yours and he drops the stethoscope from his hold.

You look scared, afraid, guilty. Like a deer caught in headlights, like a child caught doing something they weren’t supposed to.

“Did you know about what I had?” His voice comes out small, almost sounding like he was on the brink of tears.

“I-I just…” your vision gets blurred at the look of horror written on his features.

“I couldn’t bare seeing you smile when you were in so much pain, I just wanted to help…. l-let you live freely without hiding something that was tearing you apart, I want to help you like you have helped so many others.” You stutter, voice cracking as you see his eyes brim with unsead tears. His hands reaching for your shaking ones.

He feels time slow down, sees your lips moving but his ears go deaf just as yours had earlier. He never thought you knew. He thought he had his it so well but he was wrong.

He’s always fooled people. Made them belive he was ok, nothing was wrong with him, he was never sick. When deep down he was the one sufferening pain far worse than any of his patients and he never got rest from it. Instead he held his head up high, masked his pain with a smile and people bought it, he thought you had too.

A long life wasn’t something Baizhu had ever seen for himself but when he had greedy thoughts he though of living the rest of his life with none other than Qiqi and you in perfectly harmony, but he knew that wasn’t how the real world was.

But when he had started feeling better a few months back he had hope, a small sliver but some nonetheless. Maybe someday his wish would come true and he could tell you what he’s really felt for so long.

So why are you sick now? Why are you suffering with the same mind numbing, painful sickness he once had? Why you? Not You. This can't be. He thought he hid it so well from you. But the real question that has been running over and over in his head is one he has a hard time saying but he just wants to know, if you knew about his sickness, what lengths have you gone to do this to yourself? How did you do this?

He feels his own hands shake. Even though his sickness is no longer affecting him he feels pain in his heart far worse than any pains he's felt from his illness.

Now it was his breathing that had become uneven. Shaky hands reach for your face to get you to look him in the eye as he tries his best to not let his voice waver.

This can't be real, his thumbs trace the curve of your cheekbones, your skin feels hot to the touch but the sweat on your forehead shows signs of chills. Why has this happened to you of all people? “Y/n.” He calls your name, barely above whisper, his breath hitching when your glossy eyes meet his. He thinks he knows what’s happened, but he just wants to hear you say it. “What have you done?”

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authors note: hello lovelies!\( * ́꒳`*)/ FINALLY WROTE FOR BAIZHU DUUDAISU this has been in my mind FOR AO LONG! This was one i was very excited to write bc pretty dendro healer deserves more attention!! he’s also coming out soon so kind of an early celebration for that hehe! I hope you all enjoy this one left it off on a cliffhanger kind of idk but I had to for the affect heshhshsh SORRY- but! reminder to drink water, eat yummy foods and most importantly stay safe! ^~^<3 (also this isn’t proofread so sorry for any errors!)

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Falling into Oblivion

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Genre: Angst

T/W: none??? Idk lmk if there is tho

Fandom: Tears of Themis (Luke Pearce)

A/N: Imma b honest with yall, this is vv stupid n messy LMAOOOO i suddenly had inspo while seeing the countless haikaveh angst on tiktok so here I am😭

Not proofread

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The moon was high up in the sky with only the muffled sounds of the bustling city surrounding him. Try as he must to focus on those, he can't help but have his mind slowly drift to you. These occurrences have been happening more and more often to him and it's slowly eating him up.

Regret, despair and hatred.

What would've happened if he didn't leave then? How would your life with him turn out if he had the courage to tell you his innermost feelings? Why, just why did he have to turn his back to you on that day? He brings his hands up to his face, one desperately wiping the tears threatening to spill while the other hitting his own head in self-loathing and in an attempt to distract himself from these awful thoughts. The days have been passing by too fast and his condition had been worsening. It hurt him to stay and hold on but a part of him still wishes to remain in this world where he can still feel the warmth of your soft hands and be able to lay his hands eyes upon that smile of yours that he just can't get enough of. Luke starts to smile as he imagined your cheery voice and your lovely smile. He closes his eyes to preserve the image of you but it was all slowly fading. Everything around him was turning dark. He keeps his eyes tightly shut, despairingly searching within his mind a single memory where he can see that smile of yours once more but to no avail, it was all lost. He immediately gets up from his bed and doesn't even bother to dress properly. He leaves from the door of his antique shop and starts to head to your apartment in a rush..that slowly dies down to a halt. Where did you reside in? Where was the place he alwaus frequented in whenever he craved your touches? Who's touches did he so hopelessly yearned for? He was in distress. His vision was blurring though he didn't know why. He stands frozen on the sidewalk, bringing his hands up to his head, hitting it repeatedly while continuously speaking these words, "Where was I going? Who was I going to? Why— what—?!" he was growing agitated. He moved his body but he was well unaware of it. His world was spinning and the city lights flickered within his vision. He was so utterly confused that tears had quietly formed in his eyes without his knowledge. He kept walking and walking, not knowing where he was headed when suddenly, this single light grew brighter and brighter and— he was pulled back by somebody. For a second, his vision clears and before him was the most alluring face he had ever laid his eyes on. He was in a daze, eyes focused solely on the person's eyes that he barely heard the words they told him, "Luke, are you okay? What are you doing here?!" The person was in distress as they gazed down at him with worry and suddenly, he was confused once again. 'Luke..?' it sounded so familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it. He remained silent while still gazing up at the stranger; the longer he looked, the more his heart raced. "You're...captivating.." two words were uttered softly by him as his gaze turned from dazed to full of love. The person's worry was increasing by the minute when he suddenly feels a strong sting on his head and his vision darkens.

The next moment, he awakes to an unfamiliar room filled with bright lights and the sound of continously, stable beeps. His eyes felt so heavy but he kept them open nonetheless. Suddenly, somebody comes to view. 'The love of my life..' no other thought came to his mind but those words. He slowly but surely realized his situation so he smiled and brought his hand up to the person's face. "...I may be slowly forgetting that overly affectionate eyes of yours or that sweet smile that never ceases to infect me with your joy but, my love for you will always stay in my heart, even after it stops beating...." He spoke softly. The person who's face he is caressing was blurred but he still somehow caught sight of the wetness dripping down their face. Tears perhaps? He felt bad for making him his dearest cry but, as long as they remain eithin each other's arms, that's all he'll ever wish for.

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Mayb i should jump on the haikaveh angst bandwagon too,,, (i havent even finished sumeru archon quest nor have I met Kaveh) (still saving for him tho)

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Everyone wasn't very comfortable whenever they were around Artem Wing. Being next to an extremely successful lawyer would always put a normal person to a state of panic. But 'strangely' enough, you seem particularly close to the senior attorney; everytime you stop and take a few minutes of your time to start a small conversation with him, you could feel the eyes of your colleagues practically boring a hole through your head as a single thought emerges in their head, "How is that even possible?!" while looking at Artem's calm and relaxed shoulders that are usually tense, more so during court hearings and talks with them. One of your coworkers had to burst the bubble and finally ask the question everyone has been meaning to ask while you were in a team building near a suburban area, singing your hearts out on karaoke. "Hey, I've just got to ask, how in the world are you able to calmly talk to Mr. Wing?!" "Yeah! Everytime I come over to his office to bring finished paperwork, I swear, the air is freezing. I get so embarrassed trying to talk to him too; I always stammer." You stare at them for a moment, confused at their words when suddenly, you realize that you have yet to tell them a certain something.

"Well that would surely be strange if we weren't engaged—" "Engaged?!" everyone's voice rings through the room packed with people and with how loud their voices were, you knew Artem heard them while cooking barbecue outside. As your friends stand in place, faces full of shock, Artem walks in with his other male coworkers and as he sets the food on the table, he takes a glance at you. "What was that?" he looks around the room as well and looks at the people frozen in place by shock. They all turn to Artem after hearing his voice and suddenly, it hits them. Whenever they shook either Artem or your hands, they'd see a magnificent diamond ring on your fingers that seemed to shine and glisten under any circumstance. Artem turns to Celestine snickering in the corner with a slight frown. "I thought you said that you already told them?" "Must've slipped my mind." She responds, keeping her answer short as she turns her head away and laughs some more. Surely enough, after the big surprise, everyone collectively agrees to stay silent about it (for some reason) and continues on with your activities as if nothing happened.

Artem also makes sure to leave more flowers and chocolates to your work table more often now; making sure people know who his heart belongs to.

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Thank the stars for the holy week holiday thing we have rn I finally have time LMAOOOOOO

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I've already drawn them before but now i wanna update the design so here we are :3

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Crying this is so adorable

albeby. take good care of him

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Reblog if

It’s 104% okay to come to your DM and just say, “Hi, can we be friends?” And then start asking you random questions.

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IMBROKEIMBROKEIMBROKEIMBROKEIMBROKEIMBROKEIMBROKEIMBROKE

theres new official cn tot merch and awww would you look at that, plushie heads!

theyre so cute, i wonder how big they are---oh my GOD

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I cant even organize my own room what makes yall think id b organized here im literally so sorry😭😭😭😭

this blog is a mess and so is the person running it

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Abso-fucking-lutely id come back when i was 5 when i threw slipper to my childhood friend(ang crush)'s head😭😭 HE WAS RLLY CUTE AND HES HELLA FINE RN LIKE IM OVER HERE WAITING FOR MY Y/N MOMENT DUDE GROW UP ITS BEEN FUCKING AGESSSSSS😭😭😭😭

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Sometimes i stay up at night thinking how an interaction between Tighnari, Yae and sucrose would b like.. (nari and yae are foxes right?? Idfk😭😭 while i heard some1 say sucrose js a sugar glider i think)

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Have you been well? It appears we’ll be hosting this cold spring further yet, this wind has a way of biting at your skin. Don’t let that discourage you from enjoying your flowers by your windowsill. In fact, it ought to excite you, no? It’s a persistent reminder of what’s to come. So, when the weather gets warmer, let’s make sure we see our own flowers growing in the garden waiting on the other side of the glass. 

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Def angst master and *facepalm*before i made this acc i alr had an existing tumblr acc with ALL the angst and there were a lot of em in ao3 too😭😭

And whdn I try to like paste my work from my notes app to ao3/Tumblr, the moment I post that shit, I'd see the fuck ton of grammatical errors it emotionally and physically pains me💀💀💀💀

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I need to get better at posting here lol

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Drunk Artem asking this question, literally bawling when Rosa responds with that😭😭😭(ALSO CELESTINE WOULD DEF TAKE PICTUTESSS😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭)

Artem is asking the important questions

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OHMYGOD! Idk if everyone's seen this yet but Malleus' line changes from his Robes wear when he wasn't close with you, to his Dorm wear when he's finally more intimate with you!

"I lose track of time when I am with you. It's my first time feeling this way."

"I lose track of time when I am with you. It's a curious feeling, and yet I cannot say I dislike it."

(note: he literally says "it's not unpleasant" but I altered it because EN speakers don't really talk like that.)

HDSKKDNDKE THIS IS SENDING ME. SENDING ME. He's gone from mildly interested with fuzzy feelings in his stomach to full-on happy and comfortable to have you around. AND THAT CHANGE FROM A SERIOUS FACE TO A HAPPY ONE! HE'S SO PRECIOUS. I love the gradual developments between his and your relationship wtf!!