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edenesth · 8 months

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Pairing: childhood friend!Yeosang x fem!reader

AU: hanahaki au

Word Count: 11.6k

Summary: In love with Yeosang since young, you kept your feelings to yourself in fear of ruining your friendship. Like a fool, you suffered alone as the Hanahaki disease slowly consumed you while you watched him propose to his long-time girlfriend. What happens when Yeosang struggles to take his eyes off you on his wedding day and realises that this union might be a mistake?

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〚 Hanahaki Disease 〛

— An illness born from unrequited love, where the patient’s throat will fill with flowers. They will then throw and cough up the petals, sometimes even a whole flower.

— One of the only ways for the disease to ‘disappear’ is if the object of the patient's affection returns the feelings. It cannot be resolved with friendship, it has to be genuine feelings of romantic love.

— The infection can also be removed through surgery, though the feelings will disappear along with the petals.

If the patient refuses surgery or the feelings are not returned in time, their lungs will fill up with flowers and eventually suffocate.

Time sure as hell flies even when you're suffering.

Because the next thing you know, it's been years since you were diagnosed with the Hanahaki disease.

Gazing down at the bloody petals staining your palm, you swallowed painfully, determined to wash away the evidence of your illness in the bathroom and not let anyone find out.

Especially not when Yeosang and his girlfriend, Arin, were waiting patiently outside at the cafe for you. With your eyes squeezed shut, you pressed your hands against your temples, once again reminded of the cruel reality that the love of your life did not feel the same way for you.

It all began about a decade ago.

Initially, you and Yeosang were just new neighbours, brought together when your family relocated to Seoul due to your father's job. Later, you discovered that you attended the same school, and Yeosang, ever the kind soul, became your first friend.

You have been inseparable since childhood, sharing secrets, dreams, and countless adventures together.

But as the years passed, your affection for him slowly blossomed into something deeper, something you kept hidden, fearing it would taint your beautiful friendship.

Upon the realisation of your feelings for him, you had been hopeful at first. All the while, you'd think to yourself that he would one day return your feelings and you would eventually end up together. But you couldn't deny the bitter truth any longer when you began coughing up those crimson-tinged petals.

The doctor's grim confirmation, coupled with Yeosang's excited announcement about mustering the courage to ask Arin out, served as clear answers to all the questions that had plagued your mind.

Witnessing his overwhelming happiness when Arin agreed to be his girlfriend, you couldn't bear to shatter that joy for him. Above all else, you'd rather face death than jeopardise your cherished friendship by revealing your feelings or the devastating truth of your disease.

For as long as you can remember, the pain of coughing up these petals has become your painful secret, something you've grown used to enduring in silence by now.

Come on, you can do this.

You made a determined effort to steady your trembling hands as you reapplied your makeup, doing your absolute best to conceal any trace of paleness or sickness on your face.

The last thing you wanted was for Yeosang, or perhaps even Arin, to detect any hint of your sickness. Over all these years, you had successfully fooled everyone, including your own parents, and you were set in your commitment to maintain that facade.

You were fully prepared to carry your secret to the grave, if it ever came to that.

"Is it just me, or do you seem to be taking longer in the bathroom these days?" Yeosang wondered aloud, deep in thought. You froze, carefully controlling your expression to avoid raising further suspicion.

Arin nodded in agreement before the two of them playfully exchanged grins in your direction, "You know, you can always tell us if you've been busy chatting with Jongho. There's no need to hide in the bathroom for that—we'd understand."

Your shoulders slumped in relief and you rolled your eyes when you realised they were simply teasing you about your colleague once again, "Honestly, how many times do I have to tell you idiots that there's absolutely nothing going on between me and the guy?"

Yeosang couldn't help but snort rather ungracefully as he took a sip of his drink, "Sure, you might think that, but Jongho's not exactly subtle. I'm telling you, the dude's totally whipped for you."

Good god, I sure as hell hope not.

If that truly were the case, you knew you'd have to put a swift end to it before it spiralled out of control. The last thing you wanted was for Jongho to suffer the same fate as you, he was too kind a soul to deserve such torture.

However, deep down, you were convinced that Jongho was simply an exceptionally friendly person. You didn't think he acted any differently towards you compared to other people at work. At this point, it just seemed more like Yeosang and Arin's attempt to get you out of your neverending cycle of singlehood.

The couple had been pestering you for years to find a boyfriend. This wasn't the first time they'd jumped to such hasty conclusions. It seemed that every time they noticed a guy being a tad more attentive or friendly, they instantly started shipping you with him.

In fact, if your memory served you correctly, Jongho was already taken and entirely off the market.

"Don't be ridiculous, Yeo. He's got a girlfriend."

Yeosang nearly choked on his drink upon hearing this revelation, "Wait- what?! Okay, that's a major red flag then. Why on earth is he being so attentive to you, huh?"

You rolled your eyes, slapping your palm against your forehead, "I've told you, he's just naturally nice to everyone. You two are the ones always reading too much into things."

Arin pouted at you, "Oh man, I was really hoping we had some sort of magical persuasion power to turn nothing into something!" You glared at the both of them, watching as they sheepishly rubbed their necks.

Their attempts at humour fell flat.

"I knew it. I always thought it was strange how you two were so insistent about there being something between me and Jongho."

The lighthearted banter continued for a while longer, with your friends enthusiastically brainstorming potential matches and suggesting other guys they could introduce you to.

Casting a swift glance at her phone, Arin perked up with excitement, "Oh, I've got to run, my friends just arrived! It's girls' night, so don't wait up for me, Yeo. I'll catch you two later!" You smiled warmly at your friend's girlfriend, giving a slight wave before discreetly looking away as the couple shared a quick kiss, "Sure thing, babe. Call me if you need anything, yeah?"

"Bye, Arin. Have fun, and I'll see you soon!" You concealed the ache in your heart behind a radiant smile.

The truth was, Yeosang's girlfriend was an absolute sweetheart, and you could completely understand why he had fallen for her.

As much as it pained you to admit, they were a perfect couple. This was precisely what made the situation so bittersweet—witnessing their happiness together was painful, yet you couldn't muster any ill feelings towards Arin.

It was an agonisingly cruel paradox.

She had, in some ways, become like a sister to you, and you genuinely wanted to be happy for the two of them. But the clash between your feelings for Yeosang and the incessant pain in your chest, caused by the growing flowers, made it exceptionally difficult.

You could only watch with a heavy heart as Yeosang escorted his girlfriend out of the cafe and witnessed their affectionate farewell, complete with another parting kiss.

Upon returning to his seat across from you, he did a rather poor job of concealing his bubbling excitement. An internal sigh escaped you as you yearned for him to exhibit such enthusiasm when thinking about you.

"So, what is it?" You asked, watching as Yeosang arched an eyebrow, a curious expression on his face, "What do you mean?"

You crossed your arms, your tone laced with a hint of impatience, "You obviously brought me out today to discuss something, and given that you didn't bring it up in front of Arin, I'm assuming it's related to her. Now that she's gone, spill the beans."

He nodded slowly, somewhat impressed.

"You really are my oldest friend; you know me so well," He said theatrically, wiping away a fake tear. You smacked his arm, annoyed, "Can you please just get to the point already?"

It wasn't your intention to become so exasperated with him, but the ache in your chest was intensifying, and you worried that it wouldn't be long before you'd have to excuse yourself to cough up more petals. You were just determined not to raise suspicion.

You also couldn't quite pinpoint the reason, but a sense of dread was slowly creeping over you as you waited for him to reveal whatever it was he wanted to say.

He chuckled, raising his hands in surrender, "Alright, alright." He conceded. With a mischievous smile, he bit down on his lip.

"I'm planning to propose to Arin, and I need your help."

Fighting back the urge to clutch your chest in agony, you forced a smile, determined not to let the pain show on your face. Your hands rested on your thigh, and your fingers dug into your jeans with such intensity that you worried about tearing the fabric.

"Oh my god, I... God, I'm so happy for you, Yeo!"

Tears welled up in your eyes, and your friend cooed at your emotional reaction, believing it was a sign of your genuine happiness. Little did he know, your tears were for entirely different reasons than he might think.

"Will you marry me?"

Those were words that had only existed in the realm of your dreams, words you knew you'd never hear spoken to you by this man.

It was with a heavy heart that you stood on the sidelines, an invisible spectator, as Yeosang took the plunge and proposed to Arin. A shuddering exhale escaped your lips, your breath trembling as you watched her joyful and resolute nod.

"Yes, yes! A thousand times, yes!"

Your chest ached, and you struggled to suppress the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes. The pain was excruciating, akin to a thousand needles piercing your heart, yet you forced yourself to smile, to be genuinely happy for the two people who meant the world to you.

As Yeosang slipped the ring onto Arin's finger, sealing their love with a promise of forever, you wrestled with your own emotions.

Your heartbreak was palpable, like a storm raging within you, but you couldn't let it mar the joyous occasion. You had to be the friend they deserved, the one who would celebrate their love with an open heart.

So, you smiled through the tears, tears that were not just a testament to your pain but also a tribute to their happiness. It was a complex dance of emotions—your own heartbreak twirling with the happiness you felt for them, a delicate balance that you had learned to navigate over the years.

And at that moment, as you watched them embrace, you couldn't help but wonder if love, even unrequited, had a purpose beyond our comprehension—a purpose that allowed you to witness the beauty of their union, even if it came at the cost of your own silent suffering.

Why am I so bothered? It's not like I ever stood a chance.

You stepped away from the scene, needing a moment to collect yourself. As you wiped away the tears that had welled up, you noticed Wooyoung approaching. He had been Yeosang's closest friend throughout your school years, and over time, he had become a good friend of yours as well.

"Hey, you good? Not gonna lie, you looked a little sick back there." He said, concern etched in his expression.

Panicking, you forced a wide smile, "Oh, I'm fine! I was just really touched. I mean, can you believe they're finally getting married? They've been together for so long. It's about damn time, am I right?"

But Wooyoung didn't seem convinced by the act.

He could see right through your facade, noticing your paleness and the handkerchief you clutched so tightly, not for tears, but for a certain type of bloodied flower petals.

"You know, I had my suspicions back in high school, but I didn't want to say anything for Arin's sake. But I'm worried about you," He said hesitantly, "You... you're in love with him, aren't you?"

You struggled to maintain your composure, choosing to act as if you didn't understand what he was getting at. The last thing you wanted was to have this conversation at such a momentous event. But you also understood that Wooyoung was genuinely concerned for your well-being.

"That's absurd, Woo! Are you even listening to yourself?" You let out a forced laugh, playfully slapping his shoulder repeatedly, "Me? In love with Kang Yeosang? How could you even think to suggest such a thing? Ew!" You pretended to gag.

"Seriously though, I'm fine. It's probably just that time of the month for me, okay? Ugh, I can't believe you made me admit that. If I looked sick, it's probably because I'm losing blood down there, ya know?"

Wooyoung cleared his throat, clearly flustered by the unexpected turn in your conversation, "Sheesh, too much information, woman! Fine, I'll choose to believe you... for now. You know you can always talk to me, right? You're one of my closest friends, aside from Yeo. If you ever need anything, I'm here."

You nodded and forced a smile, struggling to blink back your tears and swallow the lump in your throat.

No one had been aware of your condition all this while, and Wooyoung's concern meant more to you than he could ever know. However, you couldn't bring yourself to admit it to him. That would make everything too real, and you weren't ready to face that truth just yet.

Truth be told, Wooyoung didn't buy your reasoning.

He had accepted it more out of reluctance to press further and make you feel uncomfortable. He understood that there was no use in forcing the truth out of you; he could only wait for the moment when you'd choose to confide in him about your predicament.

For the time being, all he wanted was for you to know that he would always be there for you.

Having personally witnessed the devastating effects of the Hanahaki disease on someone he cared about in the past, Wooyoung was determined to do whatever it took to prevent another loved one from falling victim to this illness.

And so, for the rest of the day, you made an extra effort to conceal any urges to cough or throw up, especially now that Wooyoung was keeping a watchful eye on you, searching for any signs or hoping to catch you slipping up.

You jumped slightly in surprise when Yeosang wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into a warm hug, "Thank you so much for your help, bestie! This wouldn't have been possible without you."

The word 'bestie' pierced your heart like a dagger because that was all you would ever be to Kang Yeosang.

Sensing Wooyoung's scrutiny from behind as he conversed with some of your other friends, you swallowed hard and nodded, patting Yeosang on the back.

"Of course, Yeo. Anything for you and Arin. I genuinely wish you both all the happiness in the world!"

He laughed with uncontainable excitement, squeezing you in his embrace.

Your heart fluttered at the gesture, but you forced yourself to keep it in check. You had to come to terms with the fact that Yeosang and Arin were now officially endgame, their love story reaching its long-awaited conclusion. You reminded yourself that you had never really stood a chance in the first place.

Giving him one final reassuring pat on the back, you sniffled lightly and pulled away, replacing any trace of emotion with a wide smile as you spotted Arin approaching.

She enveloped you in a tight embrace, squeezing with genuine warmth, "You're the absolute best! I heard you played a huge part in all of this. You'll be right there with us every step of the way until the big day, won't you?"

You nodded without hesitation, "Of course! Every detail will be flawless, I promise you. Nothing will slip through the cracks on my watch!"

A frown and a warning glare were swiftly aimed in Wooyoung's direction when you caught him pretending to gag behind Arin's back at your feigned enthusiasm.

Turning your attention back to Arin, you allowed her to take your hands in hers. Her eyes held a sincerity that touched your heart.

"I've been wanting to ask you this ever since Yeo mentioned our wedding plans. Will you be my maid of honour? Woo's already agreed to be his best man, and it would mean the world to me if you said yes. You're like a sister to me, you know that, right?"

What kind of heartless monster would I have to be to even consider turning down such a heartfelt request?

You squeezed her hands with genuine sincerity, your voice filled with warmth, "Are you kidding? I'd be more than honoured to be your maid of honour! Thank you for asking me; it means the world," Arin cooed, pulling you into another tight embrace, "Aww, I love you, you're the best!"

You smiled, brushing aside the growing pain in your chest, "I love you too, Arin. I want you to know that you're like a sister to me, too."

That night, when you returned home, it marked one of the most agonising nights you would have to endure since your diagnosis.

Your hands trembled uncontrollably as you stared at the sight of an entire flower in your sink. Until then, it had always been just petals, but seeing a whole flower emerging was an ominous sign.

You knew that time was running out, and the thought sent a shiver down your spine.

As promised, you dedicated most of your time to assisting the couple with every aspect of their wedding preparations.

A tiny voice within you questioned why you had willingly subjected yourself to this emotional turmoil, but the sincerity of Arin choosing you, of all people, as her maid of honour touched your heart deeply.

The soft glow of the bridal boutique enveloped the room, casting a warm and inviting ambience. Mirrors lined the walls, reflecting the ethereal beauty of the gowns that hung delicately from their racks. The air was infused with a faint scent of fresh fabric and the promise of new beginnings.

As you stood amidst this sanctuary of matrimonial dreams, your heart ached with the weight of hidden thorns, a cruel reminder of your unrequited love. The Hanahaki disease had woven its cruel tendrils deep within, its blossoms a vivid contrast to the joyous occasion at hand.

Arin, radiant as ever, was surrounded by a small entourage of close friends and family.

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, her smile infectious as she perused the array of wedding gowns. Her laughter filled the air, a musical backdrop to the scene, and her infectious excitement seemed to dance on the very air you breathed.

You watched her, your heart pounding with each beat, every throb echoing the ache of concealed emotions. The delicate petals seemed to flutter within you, a silent reminder of the love that could never be.

Arin's fingers delicately traced the lace of one gown, her eyes wide with wonder, "This is beautiful." She breathed, her voice a tender whisper of admiration.

The boutique assistant, an expert in the language of bridal dreams, nodded in agreement, "It complements your grace perfectly, Ms. Choi. Would you like to try it on?"

Her gaze met yours in silent invitation.

You couldn't refuse, not when this was her moment of unparalleled happiness, "Yes, go ahead, Arin." You encouraged, your voice steady despite the storm raging within.

As she disappeared behind the curtain, you took a moment to gather your composure. The mirrors seemed to multiply your reflection, each one a reminder of the fractured reality you faced.

When the curtain swayed open once more, Arin emerged in a vision of pure elegance. The gown cascaded around her like a waterfall of silk and lace, framing her like a masterpiece. Her eyes met yours in the mirror's reflection, and the brilliance in her gaze was enough to momentarily eclipse your own pain.

A chorus of gasps and exclamations filled the room as the entourage marvelled at the sight. Tears glistened in Arin's eyes, the reflection of her joy painting a poignant picture.

She was breathtakingly beautiful.

Perfect for Yeosang.

Unlike you.

"This is it," She declared, her voice filled with unwavering certainty, "This is the one."

The boutique assistant smiled warmly, sharing in Arin's moment of triumph, "A perfect choice, Ms. Choi. This gown is destined to be a part of your beautiful love story."

As they celebrated and made arrangements for the dress, you found solace in the shadows, your smile never wavering.

In this moment, your love was a silent symphony, an echo of happiness and pain intertwined. You would stand by Arin's side, supporting her dreams, even if it meant bearing your own thorny secret in silence.

With no time to take a break or tend to your aching heart, you immediately found yourself in the men's boutique the following day.

The upscale boutique was a realm of sophistication, with racks of tuxedos adorned in various shades of black and grey, each exuding an aura of timeless elegance. Soft jazz music played in the background, creating an atmosphere of refinement.

Yeosang stood beside his best man, Wooyoung, both of them inspecting the selection of tuxedos before them.

The bright lights cast a soft glow on their faces, accentuating the excitement in their eyes. You watched them from a respectful distance, a smile etched on your face despite the turmoil raging within.

Yeosang had asked for your help in choosing his attire for the wedding, and you couldn't refuse, even though it meant masking your own pain.

The illness had not relented, its grip on your heart growing tighter with every passing day.

"So, what do you think?" Yeosang turned to you, his eyes shining with anticipation, "Which one do you think will make me look the most dashing for Arin?"

You swallowed hard, your heart aching as you looked at your childhood friend, "I think the black one would be perfect." You replied, your voice unwavering, though the weight of the petals in your chest was almost suffocating.

He nodded, his smile warm and appreciative, "You've always had great taste. Thanks for helping me out with this."

Wooyoung chimed in, patting your back playfully, "Yeah, she's got a knack for this stuff. You're lucky to have her, man."

You returned their gratitude with a genuine smile, your own turmoil concealed behind the façade of happiness, "It's my pleasure, you two. I want everything to be perfect for your special day."

As you continued to browse the tuxedos, Yeosang's conversation inevitably turned to Arin and her wedding gown, "Speaking of perfection," He began, his eyes shining with love, "Arin is absolutely ecstatic about her dress. She can't stop talking about how gorgeous it is."

Your heart clenched at the mention of Arin and her joy, "I'm sure she's going to look breathtaking." You replied, your voice carrying a hint of genuine happiness.

Yeosang's gratitude was evident as he turned to you, his eyes filled with warmth, "Thank you. You've been such an amazing help to her. I don't know what we would do without you."

The words were like a dagger to your heart, but you managed to smile through the pain, "I'm just happy to be a part of your special day, Yeo. You and Arin deserve all the happiness in the world."

As the day wore on, you continued to play your role, assisting Yeosang with the selection of his tuxedo and maintaining the façade of happiness.

Your love for him remained buried deep within, hidden beneath layers of petals. For now, you would do whatever it took to ensure that Yeosang and Arin's wedding day was a day filled with joy and love, even if it meant enduring your own silent suffering.

Unfortunately for you, you could feel the weight of your sickness pressing down on you, its tendrils of pain and discomfort growing increasingly unbearable.

You had excused yourself to the bathroom multiple times to cough up petals, each time feeling weaker and more drained.

On one of your trips back from the bathroom, you couldn't conceal the paleness that had washed over your face, your steps faltering slightly as you clutched a handkerchief tightly against your chest. It was clear that your condition was deteriorating rapidly, and you were growing weaker with each passing moment.

Wooyoung, sharp-eyed and observant, noticed your distress immediately. Concern etched his features as he approached you, his voice gentle but filled with worry.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked, his hand reaching out to touch your arm gently. You forced a weak smile, though it was clear that you were far from okay, "I'm fine, Woo. Just a little tired, that's all."

His eyes bore into yours, not buying your facade for a moment.

"You don't have to hide it from me. I can see that you're not well. You've been in and out of the bathroom so many times today."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to maintain your composure. Wooyoung had always been perceptive, and you knew it was impossible to hide the truth from him any longer.

I can't do this by myself for much longer.

"You... you were right, Woo," You admitted, your voice shaking, "I am in love with Yeo, and I do have Hanahaki."

He looked at you with genuine concern, his eyes filled with empathy, "God, I knew it. You should have told me sooner. How... how long have you had it for?" You sighed, "Years, Woo. It's been years," He shook his head in disbelief, "I can't believe you suffered like this all alone for years."

You wiped away a tear that had escaped, your voice barely above a whisper, "I didn't want to burden you, Woo. I didn't want to take away from your happiness with Yeosang and Arin."

His expression softened even more, and he shook his head, "You're not a burden. You're our friend, and we care about you deeply. We want you to be happy too."

Wooyoung reached out and gently squeezed your hand, his words a soothing balm to your wounded heart, "Promise me that you'll come to me whenever you're feeling like this. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Tears streamed down your cheeks, but this time, they were tears of relief. You nodded, your voice filled with gratitude, "Thank you, Woo. I promise."

As he pulled you into a comforting embrace, you knew that you had a true friend in him, someone who would stand by your side through the darkest of times. With Wooyoung's support, perhaps you could find a way to navigate the painful journey ahead, one step at a time.

Yeosang watched from a distance, hidden in the shadows, as Wooyoung and you hugged.

He hadn't arrived early enough to understand the circumstances that had led to the embrace between you and his best friend. However, one thing was clear: the sight of it left an uncomfortable feeling gnawing at him.

Unbeknownst to you, his gaze had lingered on you two longer than he had intended, and a peculiar feeling had begun to churn within his chest—a strange mixture of discomfort and unease.

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, and that was what perplexed him the most. After all, he was on the brink of marrying Arin, the love of his life, the woman who had captured his heart completely. There was no reason for him to feel this way, and he was well aware of it.

As he stood there, he attempted to imagine a future where you and Wooyoung found happiness together.

It was an image he knew he should be able to conjure with ease, but an inexplicable ache twisted in his chest. It wasn't that he wanted to hold either of you back; he simply couldn't shake the discomfort that settled in his heart.

Yeosang took a deep breath, attempting to clear his mind of these bewildering thoughts. He knew he shouldn't be feeling this way, especially with his wedding to Arin just around the corner.

Guilt washed over him, and he silently chastised himself for entertaining such emotions.

He reminded himself that his love for Arin was unwavering, that she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. This inexplicable feeling was just a momentary blip, a passing cloud in the sky of his emotions.

But no matter how hard he tried to push those feelings aside, they lingered, stubborn and insistent. The image of you and Wooyoung together tugged at his heartstrings in a way he couldn't understand, leaving him with a profound sense of unease.

With a final, determined exhale, Yeosang stepped out of the shadows, ready to rejoin you.

He needed to focus on the joyous occasion at hand, on the celebration of love that was meant to bind him to Arin forever. As he approached, he pushed aside the nagging feeling and vowed to be the best friend and partner he could be, even if it meant grappling with the complexity of his own emotions.

In the midst of your unending battle with the Hanahaki disease, Wooyoung became your unwavering support system, a beacon of hope in the sea of pain and uncertainty.

Your journey together was marked by moments of both agony and resilience, as you faced the relentless onslaught of petals and thorns.

Wooyoung had always been there, whether it was a late-night call to soothe your coughing fits or accompanying you to doctor's appointments.

His comforting presence was a constant reminder that you weren't alone in this struggle.

You juggled the demands of your job with the relentless symptoms of the disease, often finding solace in your work even as the petals clung to your throat.

Wooyoung would send you encouraging messages, reminding you to take breaks and prioritise your health.

Amidst the chaos of Yeosang's wedding preparations, Wooyoung took on the role of your guardian angel. He'd stay by your side during fittings and meetings, ensuring you didn't push yourself too hard.

It wasn't until one fateful day, as the illness reached its most excruciating stage, that you couldn't hold back the bloodied flowers any longer.

You rushed to the bathroom, your body wracked with painful coughs. Wooyoung, alarmed, followed you and witnessed the entire flower falling from your lips in a gruesome display.

As you gasped for breath, tears streaming down your face, Wooyoung gently touched your shoulder.

"This can't go on like this," He said with conviction, "You need to consider the surgery to remove those flowers for good."

His words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the difficult choice you had been avoiding. You knew he was right, but the fear of losing your feelings for Yeosang made you hesitate.

Despite the pain, Wooyoung's unwavering support and guidance gave you the strength to face the decision that had been looming over you for far too long.

Perhaps it really was time to take the step that could free you from the relentless grip of the sickness, even if it meant sacrificing the love you had harboured in silence. After all, Yeosang would never return your feelings.

What's the point of even suffering like this?

Meanwhile, Yeosang couldn't help but notice the deepening bond between Wooyoung and you. It wasn't that he had been intentionally spying on you, but the presence of Wooyoung in your life had become increasingly apparent.

Yeosang did his best to distract himself with thoughts of Arin, the love of his life, and the excitement of their upcoming marriage.

He immersed himself in wedding preparations, from selecting the perfect venue to deciding on the menu and guest list. He yearned for every detail to be flawless, a testament to the love he and Arin shared.

But no matter how hard he tried to focus on Arin and their future together, his thoughts had an irritating tendency to drift back to you and Wooyoung. It was as if an invisible force tugged at his mind, pulling him away from the happiness he should have been feeling.

Frustration gnawed at him, and he berated himself for allowing such thoughts to intrude upon his joyous moments with Arin.

He felt torn between the life he had envisioned with Arin and the confusing emotions that seemed to be bubbling up around you and Wooyoung.

Yeosang knew he shouldn't be feeling this way.

He was about to marry the woman he loved, and he had no right to entertain thoughts that might jeopardise their happiness. Yet, no matter how hard he tried to push those thoughts aside, they lingered, a constant source of discomfort and confusion.

As the wedding day drew closer, Yeosang grappled with a storm of emotions, struggling to understand why he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

His heart was divided, torn between his love for Arin and the unsettling thoughts that kept returning to you and his best friend.

And indeed, time sure as hell flies when you're suffering.

Next thing you all knew, the morning of the wedding arrived, and the atmosphere was filled with anticipation and excitement. Yeosang and Wooyoung were in a shared room, getting ready together, a tradition that had been upheld since their childhood.

Yeosang couldn't shake the nagging thoughts that had plagued him in the days leading up to the wedding.

He had watched Wooyoung and you grow closer, and the curiosity had finally become too much for him to bear. As he adjusted his tie and pretended to be in high spirits, he decided to broach the subject, masking his true intentions behind playful banter.

"You know, Woo," He began, a playful glint in his eye, "I've been meaning to ask you something."

Wooyoung, who was busy straightening his own tie, looked up with a raised eyebrow, "Ask away, Yeo. I'm an open book."

Yeosang chuckled, trying to maintain an air of nonchalance, "So, what's the deal with you and my bestie lately? You guys seem pretty close. Anything you want to share with your best man?"

Wooyoung glanced at Yeosang, his expression carefully neutral, "We've just been hanging out more, you know, like friends do."

Yeosang continued to feign playfulness, though the urgency behind his question was growing stronger, "Come on, Woo. You can't hide anything from me. Spill the beans. Is there something I should know?"

Wooyoung sighed, realising that Yeosang wasn't going to drop the subject easily. He decided to be honest but kept the details vague, "She has been going through a tough time, Yeo. I've been there to support her as a friend, that's all."

Yeosang's heart sank at the mention of you going through a tough time. He had no idea about the disease or the depth of your suffering, and the guilt began to creep in, "Is she okay?" He asked, his tone shifting from playful to genuinely concerned.

Wooyoung nodded, "She's getting better, but it's been a challenging journey for her. She's a strong person, though."

Yeosang nodded, his mind racing with unanswered questions. He wanted to ask more, to understand the nature of your struggles, but he feared delving too deep into a conversation that might reveal his own complex emotions.

With a forced smile, Yeosang changed the subject, steering the conversation away from you and back to the wedding preparations.

But deep down, he knew that the questions would continue to linger, and the unsettling feelings that had plagued him wouldn't be easily dismissed.

As the hours passed, the wedding day unfolded like a beautifully scripted scene.

Arin, radiant and resplendent in her bridal gown, had been whisked away to the makeup room, where you had the privilege of helping her prepare for her momentous day.

As you carefully applied Arin's makeup, ensuring every brushstroke was just right, Wooyoung entered the room with a soft knock. His presence was a soothing balm amidst the whirlwind of emotions that had been swirling within you.

Wooyoung cast a gentle smile in your direction, silently checking on you. His eyes held a hint of concern, a reflection of the care he had shown you during the painful days of your illness.

Arin, who was perched in her makeup chair, noticed your exchange and couldn't resist teasing you, "You two seem awfully close lately," She said with a playful twinkle in her eye, "Is there something you're not telling me?"

Wooyoung and you exchanged knowing glances, your camaraderie evident. You chuckled and replied, "Just good friends, Arin. No need to start any rumours."

He nodded in agreement, "Exactly, Arin. Nothing more, nothing less."

Arin feigned disappointment, though her smile was infectious, "Well, I suppose I won't have any juicy gossip to share at the wedding then."

The three of you shared a lighthearted laugh, the tension in the room dissipating. Arin, completely at ease in her friends' presence, couldn't have been more delighted with the support she had from both of you.

Stepping out of Arin's makeup room, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Arin was glowing, her happiness contagious, and you were truly delighted for her.

But as you made your way down the hallway to prepare yourself for the wedding, you encountered Yeosang, dressed impeccably in his suit.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, his striking appearance making it hard to suppress the surge of emotions that threatened to overwhelm you. You reminded yourself, painfully, that he would never be your groom. You had to bury your feelings deep down and put on a brave face.

Yeosang, however, didn't let the moment pass without addressing the unspoken turmoil that had been brewing between you.

His voice was gentle as he began, "I heard from Wooyoung that you've been going through a tough time."

You froze, surprised by his directness.

You had never expected Yeosang to bring up such a personal topic, especially on his wedding day, "Yeosang, I didn't want to burden you," You replied softly, your gaze avoiding his, "You have so much on your plate with the wedding preparations, and I didn't want to add to your stress."

Yeosang's expression softened, and he reached out to gently tilt your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"You've always been my closest friend," He said earnestly, "I wish you had confided in me. I hate to think that you're going through something difficult alone."

His words tugged at your heart, and you fought to keep your emotions in check, "I didn't want to trouble you, Yeo," You whispered, your voice quivering, "I didn't want to distract you from your happiness with Arin."

Yeosang's eyes held a depth of sincerity that caught you off guard.

Without a word, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, a simple but heart-fluttering gesture that spoke volumes.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you realised the depth of his care and concern. The weight of unspoken emotions lingered in the air, and for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to savour the bittersweetness of the moment.

Yeosang wanted to be there for me, even on his wedding day.

As you pulled away from each other, he whispered, "You're never a burden. I want to be there for you, no matter what." His words hung in the air, a promise that warmed your heart and offered a glimmer of solace in the midst of your pain.

With a grateful smile, you nodded, unable to find the words to express the depth of your feelings.

The truth was, even though Yeosang would never be yours, his friendship and support meant the world to you, and in that moment, you felt less alone in your struggle against the sickness.

As the moment of truth approached, you, as the maid of honour, gracefully walked down the aisle, the soft music filling the air.

Your heart was filled with bittersweet emotions, knowing that you were witnessing the culmination of Yeosang and Arin's love story. The sight of the gathered guests, the exquisite decorations, and the serenity of the venue created an almost ethereal ambience.

Yeosang, waiting at the altar, was taken aback by how beautiful you looked in your dress.

He couldn't help but marvel at your beauty, a realisation that struck him like a bolt of lightning. He wondered how he had never truly noticed it before, how your presence had always been an unassuming constant in his life.

Even when Arin began her walk down the aisle towards him, gorgeous in her bridal gown, Yeosang struggled to tear his eyes away from you. The air grew tense, and his unease mounted as he noticed Wooyoung remaining attentively by your side, a silent pillar of support.

When the officiant reached the part where he asked if there were any objections, a hush fell over the guests, and the words hung heavily in the air.

"Speak now, or forever hold your peace."

You felt a lump form your throat, your heart racing as you struggled to hold back the words that threatened to escape.

Your gaze darted away from Yeosang, unable to meet his eyes, and you clenched Wooyoung's hand tightly, drawing strength from his reassuring touch.

The seconds felt like hours, and the weight of unspoken truths hung heavy in the room. But in that moment, you made a choice. You chose to hold your peace, to let Yeosang and Arin's love flourish without your own pain becoming a stumbling block in their journey.

The ceremony continued, and as you took a deep breath, you knew that you had made the right decision.

It was a moment of silent sacrifice, a testament to the depth of your love for Yeosang and your desire to see him happy, even if it meant holding back your own feelings.

As the officiant's voice filled the air, Yeosang was asked the pivotal question: "Do you, Kang Yeosang, take Choi Arin to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

But the words 'I do' stuck in his throat, and his eyes remained inexplicably glued to you, standing there as the maid of honour. The atmosphere grew increasingly charged, and the guests began to murmur with confusion.

Arin's expression shifted from anticipation to confusion, then to shock and finally to hurt as she observed Yeosang's unexpected hesitation.

The once-happy occasion was marred by the tension that had settled over the ceremony.

Yeosang's internal struggle and his prolonged silence sent ripples of concern through the gathering. The guests exchanged worried glances, and the atmosphere grew increasingly uncomfortable.

At that moment, all eyes were on Yeosang, who had unwittingly become the centre of attention.

The wedding, which was meant to be a celebration of love, had taken an unexpected turn, and the unfolding drama left everyone horrified, especially Arin, who stood there, her heart breaking in front of all her loved ones.

You were completely taken aback when you realised that his eyes had been on you all this while, his hesitation to say 'I do' leaving you bewildered and conflicted.

Confusion and surprise etched across your face, you couldn't comprehend what was happening.

The sudden rush of emotions left you disoriented, and your chest tightened painfully. It was at that very moment that the disease chose to strike with an unprecedented intensity.

As you coughed violently, a hand to your mouth, the pain was excruciating. Your eyes widened in fear, and you couldn't help but look at the bloodied flower petals that had spilt into your palm.

You were acutely aware that everyone, especially Yeosang, had witnessed the horrifying spectacle, and the secret of your condition was no longer hidden.

Amidst the chaos, Wooyoung, worry etched across his face, acted swiftly. He immediately ushered you out of the venue and guided you to the nearest bathroom, concern evident in every step he took.

You clung to him, your heart and mind racing with fear and embarrassment.

Unbeknownst to you, Yeosang had been overwhelmed with worry as well. He had momentarily forgotten about his own wedding, his concern for you taking precedence.

He followed you out of the venue, his heart heavy with anxiety and confusion.

Meanwhile, Arin stood there at the altar, her heart shattered by the turn of events. She felt a profound sense of embarrassment and devastation, her once-happy wedding day transformed into a bewildering and painful spectacle.

She had no choice but to watch as the love of her life rushed after you, leaving her alone and heartbroken at the altar.

Yeosang's heart pounded in his chest as he rushed to the bathroom, fear and dread coursing through him. He was met with a harrowing sight when he arrived— you, heaving painfully in Wooyoung's arms, the sink scattered with bloodied flowers.

The sight sent a wave of horror and helplessness through him.

He gasped and called out your name, his voice filled with anguish and concern. He knelt beside you, desperate to offer any form of comfort.

You turned your head weakly, your eyes locking onto his with a mixture of surprise and worry, "Yeosang, what are you doing here?" You rasped, your voice strained and weak, "You can't be here. Arin is waiting for you."

Yeosang's expression was a mix of determination and distress. He shook his head, his eyes never leaving yours, "Don't be foolish," He implored, his voice unwavering, "You're more important right now. Please, tell me the truth about your condition."

You tried to protest, to divert his attention back to Arin, but the concern in Yeosang's eyes held you captive. It was clear that he wasn't going to back down, that he needed to know the full extent of what you were going through.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you met his gaze, a mixture of relief and vulnerability washing over you.

You knew that keeping this secret from him had only led to further pain for both of you. With a trembling breath, you began to share the painful truth about the Hanahaki disease that had been plaguing you for so long.

As you spoke, Yeosang listened intently, his heart heavy with the weight of your suffering. He couldn't bear the thought of you enduring this pain alone.

At that moment, the world outside the bathroom seemed to fade away, leaving just the three of you—Yeosang, Wooyoung, and you—bound together by a revelation that would forever alter the course of your lives.

As the painful truth about the Hanahaki disease spilt from your lips, Yeosang's distress deepened.

He listened intently, his eyes filled with a mixture of empathy and anguish. When you had finished explaining the devastating condition, a heavy silence hung in the air.

Yeosang finally gathered the courage to ask the question that had been haunting him, his voice trembling with uncertainty, "Is it me? Am I the reason you're suffering like this?"

You hesitated, your heart aching at the thought of admitting the truth, the truth that had remained hidden for so long. Before you could respond, Wooyoung, who had been standing by your side, stepped in with compassion in his eyes.

"Yes, Yeo. It's you." Wooyoung said softly.

"Now you know why she couldn't confide in you about this. She's been carrying this burden for a long time."

As Wooyoung gently confirmed the truth about your unrequited love for Yeosang, the weight of the revelation settled heavily in the small bathroom. You remained in Wooyoung's arms, tears glistening in your eyes, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Wooyoung continued, his voice gentle but firm, "But she's going to get the surgery soon to remove the flowers. It's the best way to ensure her health and happiness. So please, don't forget about Arin. She loves you deeply, she deserves your love and commitment too."

Wooyoung emphasised the importance of not hurting Arin further, reminding Yeosang that you had made the difficult decision to undergo surgery to remove the flowers soon.

He urged Yeosang to respect Arin's love and commitment, as she deserved nothing less.

Yeosang listened intently, his face etched with a complex mix of emotions. It was a lot to process, and the realisation that you had been harbouring these feelings for him for years was undoubtedly overwhelming.

He understood Wooyoung's plea not to cause further pain to Arin, a woman who loved him deeply.

However, something unexpected happened in that moment.

As the idea of you undergoing surgery to remove the flowers, and consequently, your feelings for Yeosang, settled in his mind, he felt a surge of discomfort. A strange sense of unease washed over him.

The thought of you no longer loving him, of your feelings for him vanishing forever, was strangely unsettling. It was a sensation he couldn't quite explain. Yeosang found himself torn, grappling with his own unexpected emotions. He didn't want you to stop loving him, even though he couldn't be with you.

As he stood there, caught in the tumultuous storm of emotions, the bathroom felt like a confessional, each revelation and response pushing you further into the uncharted territory of your relationships and desires.

The path ahead remained uncertain, and the choices you make would carry profound consequences for all involved.

The aftermath of the cancelled wedding was a sombre and bewildering affair.

Guests were left stunned by the dramatic turn of events, and sympathy flowed overwhelmingly toward Arin, who had been publicly humiliated on what was supposed to be her special day.

Yeosang, grappling with the consequences of his actions, sought to apologise to Arin later on, knowing that he had caused her immense pain. But when he approached her with remorse in his eyes, she remained cold and distant.

Arin's voice was filled with hurt and anger as she confronted him, her words cut deep, "You disrespected me, Yeosang, in front of everyone we love. If you had second thoughts, you should have spoken to me before we went through with this wedding."

Her disappointment and sense of betrayal were palpable, and as they exchanged harsh words, it became clear that their relationship had been irreparably damaged.

She made a painful decision, one that she believed was necessary for her own well-being.

She broke up with Yeosang, unable to be with a person who could bring such heartache and humiliation on what should have been a day of joy and celebration.

Yeosang watched helplessly as Arin walked away, the weight of his actions crashing down on him.

He had lost not only the love of his life but also a cherished friendship, all because of his own conflicting emotions and the tangled web of unrequited love that had ensnared everyone involved.

The aftermath of that fateful day would leave lasting scars on their hearts, a stark reminder of the consequences of decisions made and secrets kept. It was a painful lesson in love, sacrifice, and the unpredictable ways in which the heart can lead us down unexpected paths.

Meanwhile, your days in the hospital leading up to the scheduled surgery were filled with anxiety and uncertainty.

The Hanahaki disease had taken a toll on your health, and you could feel your condition worsening with each passing day. The support of friends like Wooyoung had been a lifeline, but as the surgery date neared, you couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the weight of your own guilt and sorrow.

One day, as you lay in your hospital bed, Wooyoung excused himself to give you some privacy when Arin arrived to visit you.

You were surprised by her presence and felt a pang of guilt knowing that her relationship with Yeosang had ended due to the events at the cancelled wedding.

Tears welled up in your eyes as Arin spoke, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and understanding.

She told you that she and Yeosang had parted ways, and you couldn't help but apologise profusely, your voice trembling as you accepted responsibility for the pain you had inadvertently caused.

"It's all my fault." You cried, feeling the weight of your unrequited love and the havoc it had wreaked on the lives of those around you.

Arin, ever empathetic and kind, reached out to comfort you, her touch gentle and reassuring. She surprised you by apologising as well, her voice filled with regret, "No, I'm sorry. I should have realised what you were going through all these years. I should have been there for you instead of being the cause of your pain."

Her words were a testament to her character, her ability to see beyond her own suffering and extend empathy to others.

It was a bittersweet moment of understanding and forgiveness between two people who had both borne the burden of unrequited love and the pain it brought.

As you shared your regrets and sorrows, you couldn't help but be grateful for the compassion and understanding Arin had shown you.

It was a glimmer of hope in the midst of your own struggles, a reminder that even in the darkest times, human connection and empathy could offer solace and healing.

It's been a week since the disaster of a wedding.

Yeosang found himself grappling with a growing sense of fear and unease, knowing you would be going through the surgery soon. It was a period of deep reflection for him, and he couldn't help but look back on the moments you had shared throughout your school years.

He recalled the countless memories you had created together, the adventures, secrets, and dreams you had once shared as friends.

It finally struck him now, how blind he had been to the hidden depths of his own feelings for you. He thought back to the times when you had been there for him, the unwavering support and companionship you had offered, and he couldn't believe he had missed the signs of your affection for him.

Yeosang's thoughts delved into the pain you must have endured, watching him and Arin together, celebrating their love while suppressing your own.

The image of you coughing up bloody petals haunted him, a cruel reminder of the silent suffering you had endured for so long.

In those quiet moments of introspection, Yeosang experienced a profound realisation—one that left him both startled and shaken. He began to question whether his feelings for you had been more complicated than he had ever allowed himself to admit.

The possibility that he might return your feelings, that his heart might have been yearning for you all along, crept into his mind like a whisper.

It was a revelation that left him feeling conflicted, as he grappled with the consequences of his newfound understanding.

As the surgery date approached, Yeosang found himself facing a crossroads in his own heart, torn between the past he had shared with Arin and the uncharted territory of his emotions for you.

The future remained uncertain, and he couldn't deny the weight of the choices he would have to make in the days to come.

Just a day before your surgery, Yeosang stood outside the door of your hospital ward, his heart heavy with the newfound realisation of his feelings for you. He felt a mixture of fear, uncertainty, and guilt, unable to face you after everything that had transpired.

It was in this vulnerable moment that Wooyoung caught up with him, recognising the turmoil in his friend's eyes.

He guided Yeosang to a nearby bench, understanding that they needed to have a candid conversation about the complex emotions that had surfaced.

Sitting down with a sigh, Yeosang finally admitted his feelings to Wooyoung, his voice laced with sincerity and vulnerability, "Woo, I think... I might have feelings for her. I've been blind to it for so long, but now it's clear to me."

Wooyoung listened attentively, his expression serious as he absorbed Yeosang's confession.

He couldn't deny the depth of their friendship, nor the gravity of the situation. Wooyoung knew that he needed to address this with utmost care to ensure that Yeosang's feelings were genuine and not a result of guilt or confusion.

With a stern gaze, Wooyoung cautioned his friend, "Yeo, you need to be absolutely certain about this. She has been through so much pain, and the last thing I want is for you to play with her fragile feelings."

Yeosang nodded, his eyes filled with determination.

"I am certain, Woo. My feelings for her are real, and I don't want to hurt her anymore."

Wooyoung relented, his concern slowly giving way to a sense of understanding and support. He placed a hand on Yeosang's shoulder, his voice softened with genuine care.

"If you're sure about this, then please, Yeosang, make her happy. After everything she's suffered, she deserves nothing less."

With that silent understanding between them, the weight of Yeosang's newfound feelings hung heavily in the air.

It was a pivotal moment, one that would shape the course of their relationships and the choices they would make as they navigated the intricate threads of love and friendship.

As Wooyoung returned to your side, a small smile played on his lips.

He observed you carefully, noting a subtle change in your demeanour. You looked better, your complexion less strained, and there was a lightness in your eyes that hadn't been there before.

He couldn't help but tease you gently, "Hey, have you noticed any difference in how you feel?"

You paused, taking a moment to assess yourself.

To your surprise, you realised that you did feel remarkably better. The persistent ache in your chest had begun to fade, replaced by a newfound sense of ease and comfort.

Your eyes widened in realisation, a mixture of disbelief and joy washing over you.

Could it be? Could it really be that Yeo had returned my feelings?

Unable to contain your excitement, you nodded fervently, "Yes, Woo! I feel... I feel like I can breathe again."

At that moment, hope blossomed in your heart, and you couldn't help but believe that something extraordinary had occurred. Wooyoung wasted no time in calling the doctor to confirm your condition.

After a thorough examination, the doctor confirmed what you had dared to hope for – the Hanahaki disease had disappeared. The petals, the pain, the suffocating weight in your chest – all of it was gone.

Tears welled up in your eyes as the weight of the revelation settled in. It could only mean one thing: Yeosang loved you too. The realisation was overwhelming, a flood of emotions surging through you.

In that hospital room, surrounded by the echoes of a journey marked by pain and heartache, a new chapter began to unfold. The tangled threads of unrequited love were finally unravelling, giving way to the possibility of a love that had been years in the making.

As you stepped out of the hospital, Wooyoung by your side, your heart raced with anticipation.

There, by the entrance, stood Yeosang next to his car. His presence alone sent a flurry of emotions coursing through you, and you couldn't help but wonder if he had come to finally confess his feelings.

Wooyoung, always the protective friend, gave Yeosang one last warning, his voice filled with a firm seriousness, "Yeo, you better not hurt her. If you do, you'll have to deal with me."

Yeosang nodded, his own determination shining in his eyes, "I won't, Woo. I promise I'll be good to her."

Once Wooyoung had left, it was just the two of you, standing there in a moment heavy with unspoken emotions.

Yeosang took a deep breath, his gaze locked with yours, and he began to speak with a sincerity that left you breathless. His voice quivered with a mixture of emotions, a blend of regret and newfound clarity that gave weight to every word he uttered.

He began by saying your name, his voice soft but resolute, "I need you to know something. I've been blind for far too long, and I can't hide from the truth any longer."

He paused, his eyes searching yours for understanding and forgiveness. His admission hung in the air, a palpable tension that begged for resolution.

"I realised," He continued, his voice unwavering, "That I might have been more oblivious than I ever thought possible. For years, I couldn't see what was right in front of me—the depth of your feelings, the pain you were silently enduring."

His words carried the weight of years of unspoken emotions, and he reached out to gently cup your face with his hand. His touch was tender, a silent apology for the blindness that had kept you apart.

"God, I'm so sorry," He whispered, his voice filled with remorse, "I'm sorry for not noticing your suffering, for not realising the depth of your love. But now, I see it, and I can't deny how I feel any longer."

His confession hung in the air, a pivotal moment in your shared history. It was a moment of vulnerability, of acknowledging the love that had silently existed between you for years.

Yeosang's gaze never wavered, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and determination, "From this moment forward, I promise to love you the way you deserve to be loved. I won't let my blindness or mistakes hold us back anymore."

You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as his words washed over you, a wave of warmth and hope. It was a promise that held the weight of your shared history and the possibility of a future filled with love and happiness.

Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you closed the gap between you and pressed your lips against his, sealing your newfound understanding with a sweet and tender kiss.

It was a kiss that spoke of forgiveness, redemption, and the beginning of a love story that had been a long time in the making.

Time flies when you're suffering, but it sure as hell goes by even faster when you're happy.

In the years that followed Yeosang's heartfelt confession, your lives took on a new and beautiful rhythm, one filled with love, laughter, and shared dreams.

With the pain of the past behind you, Yeosang surprised you with a proposal on a picturesque beach at sunset one evening.

As the waves lapped gently at your feet, he got down on one knee, a radiant smile on his face. The words "Will you marry me?" were finally spoken to the right person. Tears of joy streamed down your face as you said yes, sealing your love in the most perfect way.

Your wedding day was a celebration of love and friendship.

Wooyoung stood proudly by your side as the best man, his unwavering support a testament to the strength of your bond.

As you and Yeosang exchanged vows, the happiness in your hearts reflected the years of longing and the promise of a future filled with shared love and adventures.

The joy of your union was extended to your growing family.

The two of you became parents to a beautiful baby boy, your love was now reflected in the eyes of your son. Wooyoung, always the protective friend, stood by you both during the journey to parenthood, offering guidance and support.

Your family gatherings were filled with laughter and warmth. Wooyoung, of course, remained a cherished presence in your lives, sharing in your joy and becoming an honorary uncle to your child.

Every year, you celebrate your love and commitment to each other with anniversaries marked by heartfelt surprises and romantic getaways. And you bet Wooyoung was there to raise a toast every time, reminding you of friendship's enduring power.

As the years passed and your love grew stronger, mundane yet cherished moments filled your days.

One sunny afternoon, Yeosang and you decided to embark on a cute little supermarket date, a routine outing to restock your home and ensure your little one had everything he needed.

Walking hand in hand through the aisles, you exchanged smiles and shared whispers, the simple act of being together filling your hearts with contentment. Your cart was filled with baby supplies, fresh groceries, and a few indulgences that always seemed to find their way into your basket.

As you turned a corner in one of the aisles, your carefree laughter echoed through the store. That's when it happened—your encounter with the past you had left behind.

In the midst of your laughter, you suddenly pulled away from your husband, a dramatic gasp escaping your lips as if caught doing something scandalous.

Yeosang blinked in confusion, his brows furrowing as he tried to comprehend your sudden change in behaviour.

But then, your eyes widened as you realised the reason for your flustered reaction. There, just a few feet away from the two of you, stood Arin. It was a chance encounter neither of you had expected.

In a panic, you whispered to Yeosang, "Arin's here." as if the mere mention of her name would explain your sudden reaction.

He turned to look in her direction, his expression one of surprise mixed with curiosity. Arin noticed your presence and made her way over to you both, her laughter filling the air.

"Hey, you two," She greeted you warmly, her smile genuine, "What a surprise to see you both here," Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you stammered out a greeting, "Arin, hi. It's been a while."

Arin laughed, clearly amused by your earlier dramatic reaction, "You don't have to be so flustered, silly. I promise I won't bite," Yeosang, ever the composed one, extended a hand with a friendly smile, "It's good to see you, Arin. How have you been?"

Her eyes sparkled with happiness as she shared her news, "I've been great. I'm getting married soon."

Your heart swelled with genuine happiness for her as you offered your congratulations, "That's wonderful, Arin. We're really happy for you," Your husband nodded in agreement, his smile warm and sincere, "Congratulations. We wish you all the happiness in the world."

Arin's laughter echoed through the supermarket once again as she thanked you both for your well wishes.

It was a chance encounter that reminded you of the twists and turns life had taken you through, and the enduring bonds of friendship that remained, even in the face of new beginnings.

As you returned home, your hearts still light from the unexpected encounter with Arin, you were greeted by the familiar warmth of your shared space.

Opening the door, you found Wooyoung, who had been helping you babysit your energetic son, engaged in playful antics with the child, their laughter filling the room.

"Hey lovebirds, how was the supermarket adventure?" Wooyoung greeted you two with a smile, gently setting down your son.

Yeosang and you shared a knowing look, still revelling in the shared moment you had just experienced, "It was... eventful," You replied with a chuckle. Your husband chimed in, "We bumped into someone unexpected."

Wooyoung raised an intrigued eyebrow, "Oh? Do tell."

And so, you recounted the encounter with Arin, reliving the moments with laughter and shared glances. Wooyoung listened with genuine happiness, his eyes sparkling with the memories of your journey together.

"I can't believe how far we've come," Wooyoung mused, a nostalgic smile on his face, "From those crazy days with the Hanahaki, to this. I'm so glad it's all over."

His words echoed your sentiments exactly.

The pain and secrecy of those days felt like a distant memory, replaced by the warmth and love that now filled your lives.

As the evening settled in, you found yourselves in the living room, watching your son playfully interact with Wooyoung. The room was filled with the sounds of their laughter, a symphony of joy that warmed your hearts.

Unable to contain your happiness, Yeosang and you shared a glance, your smiles reflecting the contentment that filled your hearts.

Slowly, he reached for your hand, your fingers intertwining in a silent promise of the love you shared. As your son's giggles filled the air, Yeosang leaned in, meeting your lips in a tender kiss.

In that quiet moment, as your son played happily with your best friend, you knew that your journey had come full circle.

The pain of the past had given way to a future filled with love, laughter, and the unwavering support of the people who had walked this path with you.

And so, you sat together, cherishing the simple yet profound beauty of your shared life, grateful for every step that had led you to this moment of pure happiness.

It was my birthday (9/9), and I'm in a really good mood, so I decided to drop this earlier than initially planned. Hope y'all liked this one! Thank you for reading and as always, I'd love to hear all your thoughts so feel free to leave a reply, an ask or even a message if you want! <3

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TW: suicide (the whole piece leads up to that), talk of infection, talk of blood, talk of decay, gun mention and use, just general angst

Also warning: some hinted at oc x canon. I know that's not everyone's jam.

This is a Trolls Infection au. This piece is the thoughts and actions leading up to my oc (Gizmo) taking his own life.

I think this is a nice show of my writing skills! (and maybe people will request stuff /j)

Please keep in mind this is an oc writing piece, it includes some characters that don't exist in canon!

Fiend belongs to @plague-doctors-tomato-soup

With all that said and done, read away! And if you see a spelling error no you don't 😊 /j

Trolls Infection: Gizmo's Chosen Fate

Gizmo sits on the grass, friends gathered around him making sure he's ok. He doesn't notice. He's staring at the blood soaked grass in front of him.

Why keep going when this fate befalls everyone he knows?

He already lost two of his best friends, granted one was still alive somewhere in the woods, just infected beyond recognition. But he knew. He knew it was her the moment they locked eyes before she sprinted off, protecting him just as she did when they were alive and well.

Why did his life matter so much, that even the decaying disease ridden body of his closest friend would care to save his ass again? Especially since that's what sealed her fate in the first place.

"Hey Gizmo, you ok...?" He snaps back to reality, hearing his name.

"...I'm fine Floyd. I just... I gotta stop wandering off I guess." He concludes. That wasn't the truth, and he was sure Floyd knew that. But he also knew Floyd wouldn't pry, not now.

There was at least a little truth to his words though. He had been wandering off lately. He wasn't sure why, but he just felt like... searching. For what he had no idea, just something.

He would often find himself deep in the woods, the sounds of creatures nearby, hidden by the inky black of night didn't scare him. After all, dying by the hands of a wild animal would be a mercy at this point. At least he wouldn't end up killing off his own friends like if he was infected.

He barely notices Floyd helping him up off the ground, just moving whatever direction he was pulled.

He walks back to camp in a daze. This couldn't go on, he couldn't stand living like this anymore.

He was useless in a fight, he knew he was dragging the rest of the group down.

He couldn't just run either, every time an infected came hear him, he was no better than a deer trapped in the headlights, knowing certain death was near but never moving to avoid it.

That started with Creek. For whatever their often strained relationship was worth, he had liked the guy. A lot actually. It was an added bonus to have someone who knew meditation and breathing methods too. He was calmer, for a while. He felt safe somehow. Maybe that's why he didn't run when he saw what had become of the other. Why he looked past the animalistic, murderous look in his dull eyes. Why Fiend wasn't here with him anymore.

Just him being here was causing so many problems. He didn't want to be a burden like that

His other option was being a coward, but he didn't mind. As long as he never had to see the last few people he cared about become infected.

So the plan was set.

Gizmo spends the rest of the day in high spirits. Singing duets with Poppy, scavenging with Branch, spending quality time with Floyd, whatever anyone in the group wanted.

When he has a moment, he digs through his bag, it holds some essentials, but mostly a few things he thought to be valuable to him. Sentimental value had kept him going at the start of all this.

He spends some time handing out his things to everyone in the group. Brushing off the concern from a few of them.

"It's nothing I just care"

"I was scared of losing it"

"this suits you much better"

Finally, he has two things left. His own personal choker, and his hug time bracelet.

The bracelet went to Branch. He didn't have his own, so Gizmo had a great excuse to hand it over.

His choker was another story, and he doesn't give it up until the sun begins to set

"Floyd, hey, can I talk to you?" He calls out, waving Floyd down and smiling brightly.

"What's going on?" Floyd asks, walking closer to the unsettlingly cheerful Troll.

"I have a gift!"

"A gift?"

"Yeah!" He takes the choker from around his neck, and places it in Floyd's hands.

Floyd looks at him, obviously confused, so Gizmo elaborates.

"It's to remember me by!"

"Remember you...?"

"Mhm! You never know what could happen, so when something does, don't forget me, ok?"

"Gizmo nothings going to happen to you, we all will make sure of that"

"I know I know just- please promise me?"

"But-"

"Please Floyd. Just promise you won't forget me. For my peace of mind please just promise me." The happy disguise falters, and he can feel tears threatening to fall if he's not careful to keep his emotions in check.

Floyd hesitates. "...Ok. Yeah I promise, of course I won't forget you. I could never."

"Good!" Gizmo brightens up again. "Now it's getting dark, let's get some rest?" He suggests, already walking back to the others who are settling in for the night. Floyd follows, but he doesn't say a word.

Time passes, everyone falls asleep, Gizmo is curled up like a cat against Floyd, but he's not asleep. His eyes are open, his vision blurry from the tears.

Eventually, he stands up, careful to not wake anyone. He sits up against a tree where the moonlight is hitting it just enough that he can see what he's doing. He pulls a piece of paper and a pen from someone's bag, and begins writing.

I love all of you. So much. Don't think my actions mean I don't. By the time you find this note, I'm hopefully long gone.

I don't have a place here, I think you all know that. I got my best friend killed, because I couldn't fight.

So with that said, don't any of you give up like I am. I'm a coward, I already know that. I always have been.

Stay safe, stay alive, find a way out of this. I know you guys can do it once I'm gone.

I'm sorry I couldn't handle this. I'm sorry I took the easy way out. I love you.

With all my love,

Gizmo

Gizmo looks at the note, cringing slightly at his own sloppy handwriting. It was readable, it's fine.

He reads the last part, wondering if who that's meant for will figure that out. He hopes not. In some sad way he's sure they already know what's going to happen, even before they'll read the note.

With a sigh, he takes the paper and places it under a heavy rock, making sure it's still visible.

He then rumages around quietly until he finds a small gun. He fumbles with it until there's only one bullet inside. No reason to take their supplies beyond what he needs after all.

He moves to his own bag, digging around the few remains of items inside and pulling out what Fiend left him. His only remaining possessions he didn't hand off to the others.

He puts everything on, takes a deep breath, and turns away from the group, walking into the dark forest.

He's searching again, but this time he knows what for.

He's looking for an end. His end. To finally finish this chapter and close the book for good.

He walks, taking in the sounds and smells of the forest. It was eerily quiet, almost like the forest itself knew what was about to happen, and was offering a moment of silence.

He finds a small clearing, surrounded by trees almost in a circle. To someone else, it would seem creepy, but he felt at peace. He knew everything would be ok again soon. It was almost over. He was almost free.

He turns back the way he came, looking out into the woods. He knew the camp was that way, where all his friends we're sleeping peacefully. He hopes their dreams serve as an escape from the nightmare reality has become.

He takes a shakey breath, absentmindedly setting the gun up to shoot. He doesn't move his gaze, instead holding the gun up and placing it against his head.

Then he smiles. Tears stream down his cheeks, but he's smiling.

"I love you Floyd" Is all he can think to say, not giving himself the time to think the words over before he pulls the trigger.

Boom.

A gunshot sounds throughout the forest, echoing around the trees and scaring the birds up into the sky.

The sound was louder than Gizmo probably intended, but he couldn't do anything now. His world was already faded to black.

Finally, he could sleep at last.

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redcasper · 11 months

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I did not/do not feel like cleaning him up or giving him color However. I will give a bit of context to this au [based off my oc's world] So doctor's can do only human medicine [Julian pry being on of them] and health but it is much widely known for doctors to be good with human and dolls. Also the "red plague" would moreover be replaced with husks [an infection that can corrupt and manipulate souls, which humans are much more likely to catch.] NOW. The real question for me is should they be in a more "present day" point in time or... in the past [cus alot of shit happened in the that would be fun to talk about, but that would mean I don't get to talk about the current day rules and advancements]

#sorry ik this pry isnt that interesting or exciting but it's the easiest way to talk about oc lore without actually talking about oc lore #julian devorak #the arcana #the arcana julian #🦞🩸my art!#the arcana!callaium

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susartwork · 1 year

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My character for @kawaiifreshypara's Zombie Apocalypse AU.

More info under the cut! ⭐

Alphys:

She's still able to use magic after being zombified, so she has to wear that weird straitjacket that stops her electric attacks.

The muzzle is drilled into her flesh.

Sans:

Inside his mask is the smell of coffee and various kinds of herbs.

He does his best to threat well his patients, even if their medical treatments are not state of the art :/

Their story: They used to live together, they loved each other, but then the plague started and they had to leave their house. One day a car hit a building and it fell on Sans. He couldn't move and some zombies were reaching them, so he and Alphys had to split up. Sans finally broke free and spent the next few weeks to find her, but then he discovers that she has been infected and has been locked up in a jail converted to contain zombies. He didn't want to leave her, so he became a doctor of that place and decided to find a cure to save her.

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somewhereinthewoodsalone · 6 months

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GUESS WHO MADE A THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS OC?

Also sorry about the bad angle of the picture lol

So this boy's design is inspired by some stuff.

His plague doctor-like appearance is based off of SCP-049 (SCP) He has some bird traits, too, like his gray feather 'mane' around his neck, and he has long, black feathers on the side of his arms. His jester cap (despite being an acrobat performer) is based off of Moondrop (FNAF). But the bells on the tips of his cap don't jingle. And Rolco is the reincarnation of an OC I made for a science project, named Lucifer Trix.

He's part of a TADC AU I'm making (in my head lol) called the Virus AU. Basically where some virus got into the circus, and starts infecting the people there. Getting infected is basically like getting an extremely bad sickness. First you'll get light-headed and dizzy, unable to walk straight, stumbling into things, and then you'll start coughing, then basically get fever symptoms, then just have to lie down somewhere and try to sleep in an vain attempt to feel better.

Caine was the first one to get infected, somehow, which was probably a deliberate plan of the virus, because Caine was their biggest threat. If he gets too sick to do anything, he won't be able to stop the virus from infecting the others. But somehow, Rolco and Pomni have a weird immunity to the virus. Hm. Interesting.

#Virus AU #TADC #TADC OC #Rolco

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yooku-s · 4 months

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PlageTale━⁠☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡F r i s k

Character Introduction: Frisk in "PlageTale"

† "PlageTale", is an Undertale Au where Frisk takes on the role of a doctor's apprentice in a world where with the arrival of the plague both on the surface and underground he turned everyone upside down

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**Name:** Frisk

**Occupation:** Medical Apprentice

Background story:

Frisk, a curious and compassionate human, falls into the underground when he goes to visit one of the many mass graves to try to investigate the disease that endangers humanity, falling due to a slip into one of which turns out to be the underground. where the monsters that humanity had taken care of keeping locked up live.

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Current "Plage Tale" goals: Frisk travels through the underworld, facing unique medical challenges while trying to avoid the plague that seemed to have reached the underworld one way or another. Him trying to find a way to advance a cure or treatment and at the same time trying to understand how some monsters seem to adapt to it.

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**Current allies**

Dr. Alphys: A brilliant scientist who helps Frisk with medical knowledge and research for cures.

Napstablook: A melancholic spectrum that provides relaxing music to calm patients.

Mama Toriel: a goat woman who takes care of people who fall into the underground, somewhat nervous and very maternal although you usually have an unhealthy emotional attachment to the people she cares for, she was once the Queen of the underground that is the only thing you know

flowey: lasts the first few minutes you save him from some rats and although he tries to attack he doesn't really cause much damage so you end up adopting him as a possible pet or emergency food.

Monster kid and annoying dogs: they are both like a dog that needs to be taken care of, you like them.

papyrus: I still don't believe he's the younger brother, he's energetic and very curious like a mouse. I like him but I feel like something is screaming that I have to have better dealings with him or I'll be dead.

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**Current neutrals:**

sans: he doesn't really have an opinion about you or you about him but you feel that he's hiding something else, it's not your problem so you don't mention it nor does he mention anything about you even though his jokes are laughable.

muffet: she doesn't care much about you as long as you buy her meals and "remedies" from her then you will be loved.

monsters in general: they don't care about you and that's it, they are so busy trying to protect themselves from getting sick that you become just another crazy person who thinks they can get a cure, you really think some of them are very irritating.

temmie: I'll just stay away from them...

grillby: he is very quiet but his food is good and he is a good guy.

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**Current enemies:**

Undyne:she is a very strong girl and she wants me dead blaming me for the infection in the sub floor starting I'm really confused.

infected or guard monsters: they want me dead or infect me.

mettaton: you have no idea how monsters have progressed so much in technology but that machine of smoke and nuts seems to want to split me in two.

king asgore: I've only heard of him but he doesn't seem very happy that more humans are falling, much less falling alive.

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**??‽‽¿?:**

chara:'at the end of everything I'm still me' I think.

asriel:who was that goat boy in Toriel photo...?

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**Final Mission:**

Frisk seeks to find the "Panacea of Determination", a unique flower believed to be the solution to the plague. ---

E S P A Ñ O L★★★

**Presentación de Personaje: Frisk en "PlageTale"**

*"PlageTale", es una Au de Undertale donde Frisk asume el rol de un aprendiz de médico en un mundo donde con la llegada de la peste tanto en la superficie como en el subsuelo puso a todos patas arribas*

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**Nombre:** Frisk

**Ocupación:** Aprendiz de Médico

**Historia de Fondo:**Frisk, un humano curioso y compasivo, cae en el sub suelo cuando va a visitar una de las múltiples fosas comunes para tratar de investigar la enfermedad que pone en peligro a la humanidad callendo por un resbaló a una de esta que resulta ser el sub suelo donde viven los monstruos que la humanidad se había encargado de manter encerrados.

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**Objetivos actuales "Plage Tale":**Frisk recorre el submundo, enfrentándose a desafíos médicos únicos tratando de evitar la peste que parecía haber llegado de una manera o otra al sub suelo. Intentando buscar manera de avanzar en una cura o tratamiento y a la vez intentando entender cómo los monstruos parecen adaptarse algunos a esta.

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**Aliados actuales:**

1. *Dr. Alphys:* Una científica brillante que ayuda a Frisk con el conocimiento médico y la investigación de curas.

2. *Napstablook:* Un espectro melancólico que proporciona música relajante para calmar a los pacientes.

3. *Mamá toriel:* una mujer cabra que cuida de la gente que cae al sub suelo, algo nerviosa y muy maternal aunque sueles tener un apego emocional no sano por las personas que cuida, alguna vez fue la Reyna del sub suelo eso es lo único que sabes.

4. *flowey:* dura te los primeros minutos lo salvas de algunas ratas y el aunque intenta atacar realmente no causa mucho daño por lo que lo terminas adoptando como posible mascota o comida de emergencia.

5.*Monster kid and annoying dogs:* los dos son como un perro que hay que cuidar, te caen bien.

6.*papyrus:* sigo sin creerme que sea el hermano menor, es energético y muy curioso como un ratón me cae bien pero siento como si algo gritara que tengo que tener mejor trato con el o estaré muerto.

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**Neutrales actuales:**

1.*sans:* el realmente no tiene una opinión sobre ti ni tu de el pero sientes que oculta algo más no es problema tuyo por lo que no lo mencionas ni el menciona nada de ti aún haci sus bromas dan risa.

2.*muffet:* a ella no le importas mucho mientras compres sus comidas y "remedios" entoces seras amado.

3*moustros en general:* no les importas y punto, están muy ocupado tratando de cuidarse de enfermarse que tu te vuelves solo otro loco que cree que puede conseguir cura, tu realmente piensa que algunos son muy irritantes.

4.*temmie:* solo me alejare de ellos...

5.*grillby:* el es muy callado pero su comida es buena y es un buen tipo.

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**Enemigos actuales:**

1. *Undyne:* es una chica muy fuerte y me quiere muerto me culpa de que la infección en el sub suelo comenzar realmente estoy confundido.

2.*moustros infectados o de la guardia:* me quieren muerto o infectar me.

3.*mettaton:* no tienes idea de cómo los monstruos progresaron tanto en la tecnología pero esa maquina de huma y tuercas parece querer revanarme en dos.

4.*rey asgore:* solo he escuchado de el pero no parece muy feliz de que más humanos caigan mucho menos que caigan vivos.

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**??‽‽¿?:**

1.*chara:* 'a la final de todo sigo siendo yo' creo.

2.*asriel:* quien era ese niño cabra de la foto de toriel...?

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**Misión Final:**

Frisk busca encontrar la "Panacea de la Determinación", una flor única que se cree es la solución para la peste.

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🎃SpookTober 31 Days Prompts🎃:

Day 16: Potions🧪

Rochefort x GN!Reader. AU: Musketeers. Reader is an expert in potion making. Rochefort wants reader to make a love potion for him. A mishap leads to a shocking confession. Fluff. Love potions. SpookTober Prompt: Potions🧪

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Y/N is the royal alchemist for the King and Queen of France. Rochefort is confident you can make him a love potion to give to the Queen to make her fall in love with him. Of course you make it, unaware of it's purpose but after a mishap, Rochefort takes the potion himself accidentally. And who he really loves leaves you speechless.....

You have worked for the King and Queen of France for a while now as their royal alchemist, brewing up potions of all sorts to aid the family and their allies. When the Queen fell ill, you brewed a special broth that made her better within two days. When Treville suffered an injury, you procured a special ointment that could clean up any infection and heal up in the skin, making the skin look unmarked. You were such a dab hand that you gained respect and notoriety in the Royal inner circle and beyond, even helping the people in the slums and Court of Miracles.

So it was no surprise the Comte De Rochefort, Captain of the Red Guard had heard of your many deeds and was intrigued. If you could make all these wonderful potions to help heal and cure, surely you could make a love potion.

Rochefort had an infatuation with the Queen and having returned to France and working closely with the King only fueled it more. But confessing would only end in trouble, so what if she confessed? Yes there would be trouble but Rochefort would sweep her away long before the King could do something. He wouldn't let anything harm his precious Anne.

So with a sly grin, he sauntered into your workplace, startling you and making you nearly drop a new but highly volatile liquid that you were currently hoping to use in a new bomb.

"Good day oh Royal Alchemist!" Announced Rochefort spreading his arms wide. He looked around at the various bubbling concoctions around the room, the smell of herbs and floral scents wafting around the room. You removed your plague doctor mask and looked at Rochefort.

"Captain Rochefort, I welcome you to my workshop but please be more delicate in your approach as I'm handling very volatile liquids here" You Warned, gesturing to the box of vials filled with the stuff. You gently sat the box down on a nearby table. Rochefort had to admit, you were a hard worker, he admired that.

"What can I do for you?" You Asked. Rochefort smiled.

"Well, I've come with a simple request. Your skills are exceptional and many people as far as the slums of Paris have heard of your great deeds. So I have confidence that you'll have no trouble making me a potion" Explained Rochefort, smiling.

You raised your eyebrow at him and smirked proudly.

"You flatter me Rochefort. But what kind of potion do you require?" You Asked.

"What kind can you do?" Asked Rochefort.

"Any" You Replied smirking. Rochefort smiled.

"Even a love potion?" Asked Rochefort, raising his eyebrows at you. You pursed your lips at that suggestion.

"Yes. I can make a simple love potion. I have not had requests like that for a while but yes, it can be done" You Replied smiling.

Rochefort's blue eyes sparkled at your answer and he looked so happy. You haven't seen him this happy before.

"But, I must ask what is the occasion. I shall not make it if there's something malicious behind it" You Warned.

"Oh no, you see there's......a girl in the town my friend admires. I'm doing it for him really. There's a man that has caught her eye and well, my friend really wants her to be his. She adores him in return rest assured but" You Stopped Rochefort with a soft smile.

"I handled a request like that once. Rest assured, I shall make the potion and your friend will be happy with the results" You Smilied.

Rochefort smiled at you.

"Oh thank you Royal Alchemist, you will be rewarded handsomely for this. I promise you!" Thanked Rochefort. You smiled and blushed a little.

"You are most welcome, Comte De Rochefort" You Smilied. With a bow, Rochefort turned and left as you set about making the potion.

"Soon my dear Anne, you'll be mine at last!" Rochefort Thought with a dark smile as he returned to his quarters.

Since it was the season of harvest, the ingredients needed was abundant and luckily you saved ingredients from last summer and spring. You worked tirelessly on the potion, perfecting it so it will be a powerful potion.

After 5 days, the love potion was created. You sent a letter, requesting Comte De Rochefort to come to workshop. Rochefort arrived and he walked inside.

"So, it is done?" Asked Rochefort.

"It is. I apologise for the wait, but I wanted to perfect fully. This is the bottle of the strongest love potion. One drop of this and it will make you realise who you truly love with your heart and soul" You Explained. Rochefort grinned.

"Does it wear off?" Asked Rochefort curiously.

"Oh no, it isn't one of those potions. No, this potion merely helps you. In this case, it will help you realise who you love truly. Great in situations where one person loves two people but must ultimately choose one" You Explained.

Rochefort smirked at that.

"Perfect. I thank you very much Royal Alchemist. I will send your reward today" Smiled Rochefort and he took the potion.

"You are most welcome" You Said with a smile. You both bowed and Rochefort left for the Palace. You smiled and returned to your work, your heart feeling melancholic strangely.

Tea was being served in the Palace and so it was then Rochefort made his move. He was invited for tea with the Queen and Constance. When no one was looking, he poured a drop into the teacup that belonged to the Queen. He smirked as he watched the tea be taken to the room where the Queen and Constance awaited. Rochefort followed, smirking all the way.

"My Queen, my precious Anne. Today we will finally be together" Thought Rochefort with a dark smirk as he entered the room and sat down for tea.

Conversation was bland at best, nothing new to be honest. The Queen was laughing at some joke Constance made and she reached out to grab a teacup.

"Here you are your Majesty" Constance Smiled and offered the Queen a teacup. Rochefort reached out and took his, drank the sweet tea. It was fresh, aromatic and oh so sweet!

Rochefort then began to feel a change wash over him. His heart was so warm and light, it made him try to suppress a chuckle that came from nowhere. His head was spinning from it all.

"What's happening? I feel so....strange! Wait....no....did I take something?" Thought Rochefort and he looked at the Queen's teacup before looking at his own. He drank from the Queen's teacup! He drank the love potion!

He looked at the Queen but strangely, his heart didn't feel like butterflies were inside upon seeing her. In fact, he felt nothing of true love towards the Queen.

"But....I love her! I love the Queen!" Rochefort Thought panicking because no matter how long he gazed at her, thought of her, he felt nothing of passion nor love. Only loving her as any subject loves their Queen. Not true love that he had previously thought.

Rochefort felt almost sick and he despaired.

"You do not truly love her Rochefort, for that was a mere illusion your broken mind had thought up. And she does not love you truly, she only sees you merely as a good friend. You must accept that" Came a sweet voice from within his mind. Was it the love potion making him hear such a voice?

"Who do I truly love then?" Thought Rochefort sadly. He looked upon Constance, but felt nothing either. Who was his heart's true love then if not the Queen?

Suddenly he thought of Y/N, the royal alchemist. He never once called them by their real name, only their title. He thought of their bright and pretty (y/e/c) eyes, their silky (y/h/c) hair and their beautiful smile, all warmth and sunshine. Rochefort's heart raced at the thought of Y/N and felt like butterflies were fluttering about inside.

"Y/N......the royal alchemist?.......it is them I......truly love?" Thought Rochefort. He'd admit that he did admire them very much but he thought his admiration was just that and nothing more. But he could see now, that he was wrong.

Rochefort stood up abruptly, startling Constance and Queen Anne.

"Rochefort! What ever is the matter?!" Asked Queen Anne, holding a hand over her chest to steady her heart.

"What's your problem?" Asked Constance sternly.

"Forgive me for startling you ladies, but I must take my leave now" Answered Rochefort and turned to walk away.

"But....our tea!" Cried Queen Anne.

"I'm sorry your Majesty. Perhaps some other time" Replied Rochefort shortly and he turned away to walk out the door. He needed to see Y/N.

You were finishing up putting the last dried out bits of lavender and herbs when there was a knock upon your door.

"Come in!" You Cried. The door opened to reveal Comte De Rochefort, standing there. You raised your eyebrow at Rochefort, surprised to see him back.

"Good day Rochefort, what brings you here?" You Asked suspiciously. Rochefort stepped forward towards you.

"It's about the love potion you gave me" Stated Rochefort matter-of-factly. You felt nervous. Did the potion not work?

"Did something happen? Did it work?" You Asked nervously. Rochefort stood in front of you, staring down at you intensely.

"Yes. I did work" Rochefort Admitted and you sighed in relief.

"Oh good, I thought you were here because it didn't work" You Confessed nervously.

"It made me realise I was in love with the wrong person" Confessed Rochefort. Your head shot up at him.

"Wait....you? The love potion was for you?!" You Cried.

"No! The love potion was for a woman! A woman I loved! Or at least I thought I loved truly up until now. But something happened and I.....consumed the love potion instead" Admitted Rochefort blushing slightly.

"And now?" You Asked sternly.

"Now i see I love another person. A person I admire very much. A person so hardworking and so brilliantly talented with a sharp mind! And that person.......is you" Added Rochefort sincerely.

Your eyes widened at him and yet you felt your heart race. Rochefort stepped closer to you.

"I know I lied about who the potion was really for and I apologise. But I must know, you must tell me the honest truth Y/N!" Pleaded Rochefort.

"What is it that you want to know?" You Asked softly. Rochefort gazed into your eyes deeply.

"Do you, Y/N truly love me?" Asked Rochefort, his eyes bright and wide as he gazed at you intensely.

"Do you love me truly?" You Asked, voice low and soft. Rochefort held your hand in his.

"I do. I truly do! I love you so much!" Answered Rochefort truthfully. You smiled warmly and cupped his cheek.

"Yes Rochefort. I love you truly. So very much" You Replied truthfully.

Rochefort smiled and you both leaned in, kissing with such passion that you both gripped on to one another and held each other as the kiss deepened.

Rochefort found who his heart truly loved and you found your own true love in the end as well. All thanks to a little mishap and a love potion.

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spatialaxolotl · 2 years

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what about a plague doctor sbi au where phil became a plague doctor because he lost his wife to the plague, and from this moment he started wearing the crow mask. tommy used to waer a smaller version of phil’s mask, techno wears a weird shaped one that is not completely conical (and he added a boar’s skull on top of it because he wants people to think he is cool and frightening), and wilbur left phil and techno to live his dream as a bard. He took tommy with him.

Phil is quite renowned, but is seen among the living as the harbinger of death because every time he appears people die (to the plague).

what if phil is cursed to bring death wherever he goes? that would be the reason why the other duo constantly wear a crow mask: techno have to protect himswlf from his friend while phil has to contain the plague as much as possible inside his outfit thing, and just removes the coat when he’s sure he is alone.

So of course in this au, you don’t get infected by phil’s plague by ticks, but by the curse that floats around him.

phil and techno live like hermits to avoid infecting people as much as possible. techno refuses ro leave phil, even though the cursed guy wants him away from him for his own health. That’s why wilbur took tommy with him when he left: event though tommy wanted to grow up with phil, and the father wanted to see his kid grow, they had to separate so tommy could live some semblance of a normal without the constant fear of being infected by accident.

#sbi au #plague doctor au

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“Good afternoon miss!

You are my second victim,

First one was trouble, not to worry, ‘cause I fixed him,

Shhh, not a word, ‘cause you won’t be heard,

When I have your life in my hands,

Just know that what I am doing is part of a plan,

I will connect with as many souls as I can,

And the soul that controls me, the one I should know,

Must see my work here, which means you have to go,

Surely you can understand, haven’t you been in love?

On the edge, where there’s no turning back,

Just the thought of it can take you to some new dimension,

So you do what you can just to get his attention,

It drives you to boil, right up ‘til you spill,

It could drive you to bliss,

It could drive you to kill...”

#rinina that's not nice to do to your aunt or anyone really #I forgot beladonna's red eyes oops that means you have even less of a reason for this rinina #in the bad end au rinina is killing all the existing plague victims because the arcana told them too #and that everything will be okay once they do there will be no new plague victims the arcana promised #they just want asra to come back please asra they miss you #asra left them in order to plan a way to save them he couldn't do that around them he just wouldn't be able to #plus he's hiding from the arcana that promised them things so they can't find him #that's beladona alverio's mom and yes it's spelt beladona and not belladonna #the arcana #infected plague doctor au #custom apprentice #apprentice rinina #blood

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Red Moon | Chapter 5

Fanfic summary: In an AU where Jason contracts the vampiric plague, the lieutenant is forced through a series of experiments at the hands of CENTCOM, and held prisoner at Camp Slayer’s research facility. When he discovers that they plan to use Salim as their next subject however, he decides to go rogue, and turns against the US military before they can use his disease as a key to immortality.

Point of view: third-person

Pairing: Jason Kolchek/Salim Othman

Author’s note: Sorry this chapter took so long to get out guys! As some of you already know, I was sick for a little bit, but I’m feeling much better now. Thanks for being so patient with me, and also for the get well messages. Hope you enjoy this chapter :)

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OPERATING ROOM 2

2004 HOURS

Carlyle stood quietly in front of his patient, watching idly as they plummeted into a pit of madness.

By now, Briggs had lost any semblance of the humanity he once contained, and transformed into something more akin to a demon than a man. His figure still remained humanoid in spite of HERA’s influence, but everything else had been ruined.

The soldier hadn’t calmed down ever since his comrades delivered him to this room. Even now, he continuously lurched upward from the operating table, hoping to break free from the restraints around his body. His words had been replaced by a handful of inhuman growls, and his eyes bulged from their sockets with raging red veins.

It was a disturbing sight to behold, even for a man as experienced as Carlyle. The aggressiveness in Briggs’ behavior reached a level that he had never witnessed before, and there was also the fact that his transformation took place in just one hour.

Though, regardless of any symptoms the soldier exhibited, there was one thing in particular that stood out to the scientist.

...Briggs was still alive.

Unlike other subjects in the past, the soldier lived through his infection, and maintained his human form. His brain chemistry was in shambles thanks to the virus’ intrusion, but even then, Carlyle couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement due to the man’s survival.

Could this be a milestone in their operation? Could Briggs’ blood bring CENTCOM closer to their goal? What if his survival was a sign?

Although the condition of his mental health wasn’t exactly ideal, Carlyle remained optimistic that he could study the soldier’s blood alongside that of Subject One’s. It wasn’t exactly the solution he expected, but he believed it would help him find a balance between the two specimens.

“Doctor?” A woman’s voice emitted from the door, preceding a series of knocks. “Are you in there?”

Carlyle diverted his attention away from Briggs for a moment, striding over to the entrance.

“Ah, Dr. Moreau,” he greeted, inviting her inside. “There you are. You’re just in time. Did you... speak with Subject One?”

Moreau stepped into the operating room, answering with brevity. “I did.”

“And? Did you manage to get anything out of him?”

“Anything pertaining to his escape, you mean? No. His lips are shut tight, I’m afraid.”

Carlyle sighed, closing the door behind Moreau. “Guess I should’ve seen that coming. Subject One isn’t known for being cooperative. I don’t know why I expected him to change now.”

“It’s not that he doesn’t like to cooperate,” she corrected, jumping to Jason’s defense. “He just... doesn’t trust us. He sees us as the enemy.”

The man’s tone was stiff with obstinacy. “Well, he shouldn’t. Everything we do here is for the good of the United States -- the very country he happens to be fighting for. If Operation Red Moon proves to be a success, it’ll mean a better future for everyone involved.”

Moreau’s eyes narrowed. “...Does that include our subjects?”

Carlyle paused, unable to ignore the sudden shift in his colleague’s mood.

“A-Apologies, doctor,” the woman blurted out, immediately switching back to her usual self. “I didn’t mean to be so blunt. Erm, what about Briggs? Have you learned anything about him?”

The man carried on with their discussion, albeit with a tinge of skepticism. “Yes, actually. Though, I will admit, it’s... messy.”

Moreau walked towards the operating table, examining Briggs while Carlyle spoke. “How do you mean?”

“Well, as you can see, he survived the infection. Physically speaking, Briggs is strong enough to withstand the symptoms of HERA. However, the same cannot be said for his mental fortitude.”

Carlyle picked up a clipboard, looking over its contents. “He’s been like this ever since he contracted the virus, according to Alvarez’s report. I assumed Briggs’ aggression would’ve worn out by now, but it only seems to be deteriorating.”

Moreau crossed her arms in thought. “Is there any way we can help him?”

“As of right now, no. Unless we’re able to find a cure for HERA, my assumption is that Briggs will stay like this indefinitely. But... that’s not the part that puzzles me.”

Carlyle pointed to the soldier’s eyes. “Earlier, I noticed that his eyes had been irritated by something, so I decided to analyze his tears. I thought I would find traces of blood or dirt, but in the end, all I discovered was... saliva. More importantly, saliva matching the samples that you took from Subject One.”

The news baffled Moreau. “...What? Why on Earth would that be in his eyes?”

“I have no idea. But it would explain how Briggs was infected, and why his behavior took such a violent turn. After all, we learned that Subject One’s saliva can cause hallucinations. Perhaps that’s the reason Briggs suddenly lost control.”

The woman brought a hand up to her chin. “Hm. Do you think Jason would tell us the truth if we brought this evidence to him? Maybe we could--”

“--Wait,” Carlyle interrupted, throwing her a side-eye, “you know his name?”

Moreau drifted into an abrupt silence, unsure of how to recover from her blatant slip-up. She hadn’t planned on telling Carlyle about her talk with Jason for obvious reasons, but it seemed that the marine’s influence had already left a mark on her mind; one that she couldn’t erase.

“...Dr. Moreau,” the man said, slowly setting down his clipboard, “forgive me for prying, but I must know -- what exactly did you and Subject One discuss while I was away?”

The woman stammered, frantically trying to find a way out of this mess. “N-Nothing significant, doctor. Our exchange went rather similarly to yours. I asked him the same questions as you, and just like before, he stonewalled me.”

“Yet, he trusted you with his identity?”

“Well... yes. I asked him his name, and he gave it to me. Is that truly so bizarre?”

Carlyle’s brow crinkled with unease. “...Considering the circumstances, yes. As you well know, Subject One isn’t exactly on... friendly terms with CENTCOM. In fact, I believe he would happily see us all dead, so I must admit I find it odd that he would tell you something as substantial as that. I mean, it wasn’t too long ago that he barely trusted you enough to mention he was a marine.”

Moreau’s head snapped in the other doctor’s direction. “You... know about that?”

“Yes. I reviewed the footage from your first operation with me. I’m aware you asked Subject One about his experience in the military. If I recall correctly, he wasn’t entirely willing to share that information.”

“Well, we were strangers at the time. Perhaps he was just uncomfortable.”

The suspicion in Carlyle’s face only enhanced at the woman’s evasive nature.

“...Dawn. Please. Speak plainly with me. What did Subject One tell you while I was gone? Clearly, it’s disturbed you. You’ve seemed preoccupied ever since you walked in this room.”

Moreau let out a heavy sigh, unable to see an escape from this predicament. She was a far better scientist than a liar, and it didn’t take much to see that Carlyle wouldn’t let this go until he got the answers he wanted.

“I... will confess that Subject One told me something rather unsettling.”

The man found himself intrigued. “Go on.”

“...He told me that you intentionally conceal his name from people. That you do it because... you don’t want others to view him as a human being. He says you want them to treat him as an animal, or some kind of feral beast locked away in a cage.”

Carlyle said nothing in response.

“Is it true, doctor?” Moreau asked, her voice faltering with fear. “I realize that this operation won’t come without its sacrifices, but surely, such dehumanization isn’t necessary. Our subjects are still people. Do we really have to discard all empathy for them?”

Carlyle’s gaze fell to the floor at the sound of the woman’s pleas, resembling that of a withering rose. He displayed no anger in regards to Moreau’s stance, but there was a clear layer of penitence shrouding the life in his eyes; almost as if a storm had gathered above him.

“Your perspective is an admirable one, doctor,” he replied, bringing his line of sight back to Moreau, “but I’m afraid it is one hindered by naivety.”

Her expression dwindled into a look of disconcertment. “...Naivety?”

“Look around you. We are at war. Whether we do so with a gun or a scalpel, the fact of the matter is we are taking lives every single day. I find no pleasure in the experiments we conduct, but I realize they must be done. And that’s why I hide Subject One’s name from our people -- for the same reason our troops are trained to see the enemy as nothing more than silhouettes on the horizon. Because empathy is simply a burden we cannot afford to bear.”

Moreau wasn’t convinced. “And what about our subjects? Have they no say in this? I don’t recall Jason consenting to being a part of this operation. HERA may have changed him, but that doesn’t mean he’s no longer a person. He doesn’t deserve this.”

“Doesn’t deserve this? You are blind if you think Jason is any less of a killer than we are. You spoke to him. You know of his past. He was a first lieutenant, and quite a successful one, at that. How do you think he got there? Jason was known for his hatred towards Iraqis. He despised this country and anyone in it. He hunted them down with a vengeance. Don’t believe me? Just ask him about Green Zone.”

The woman stared at him in alarm. “Why do you keep talking about him as if he doesn’t exist anymore?”

“Because he doesn’t.” He fired back. “For all intents and purposes, Jason Kolchek is a dead man. Now, he’s Subject One, and I must insist that you continue to refer to him as such.”

Moreau simply gawked at Carlyle in shock, reluctant to believe what she was hearing.

This was the first time she’d ever witnessed this side of the doctor. It lightly scratched the surface during their initial encounter, but she had never seen it on full display before.

Had Carlyle always been like this, she wondered? What reason would he have to defend Red Moon so fervently? Surely, he could see the cruelty behind their actions.

It admittedly frightened Moreau how the man didn’t even bother denying her accusations. She expected he would refute Jason’s claims, or try to brush them off at the very least, but in the end, all she received was a chilling confession that only added more fuel to her doubt.

But on top of that, she was now questioning Jason’s morality as well. Was there really truth to what Carlyle said? What did he mean when he said “Green Zone?” At this point, Moreau was almost too afraid to ask.

“Please, Dawn...” Carlyle murmured, “let’s just continue with the operation. We can discuss this later if you’d like, but for now, we need to focus on Briggs. There’s a lot of work to do before the day is done.”

Moreau glanced back and forth between the two men, deciding to drop the subject for the time being. Her thoughts were still tangled in an incoherent mess at the moment, but she didn’t wish to escalate the situation any further.

“...Y-Yes, doctor. Of course.”

“Thank you. I understand your reservations -- believe me, I do -- but I promise this will be worth it in the end. All I ask is that you have faith in CENTCOM. We are only doing what’s necessary.”

“I hope so, doctor. I hope so.”

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THE NEXT MORNING

SUBJECT ONE’S CELL

0549 HOURS

Jason lay sprawled across his bed, gazing longingly at the ceiling.

He wanted desperately to send a signal to Salim and have a chat with the man, even if it meant exchanging only a few words in Morse code. It had been about eleven hours since their reunion in the prison block, and yet, to the marine, it felt like an entire lifetime had passed by.

Everything just happened so fast. From Jason’s breakout, to Briggs’ rampage, to the meeting with Salim -- it all merged into one, giant blur. He could hardly remember how he managed to pull off such a brazen escape, or how it ended up falling apart so quickly.

He didn’t even know what became of the man who was piloting the food cart. The last time Jason saw him, he was writhing on the ground with an entire clip of ammunition in his stomach. The lieutenant found it highly unlikely that he survived his injuries, but still, a part of him remained hopeful.

It was never his intention to get anyone killed. The only thing he wanted was to cause a brief distraction, and get the hell out of this place with Salim. But instead, all he did was paint a bigger target on himself, and get three men shot in the process. Meanwhile, Carlyle’s suspicion towards him had been piqued, and Briggs’ infection was guiding CENTCOM one step closer to their objective.

Overall, Jason’s hands were tied, and he had no idea where to go from here.

“Dr. Moreau.” Tressler said from the other end of the hall, grabbing the marine’s attention. “What brings you here this morning?”

“Hello, sergeant. I’m here to see Subject One. I have something for him.”

Tressler paused for a moment, leading Jason to assume that he was searching through whatever Moreau had brought with her.

“Okay,” the man replied. “Everything looks good. You can go on in, ma’am.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Standing up from the bed, Jason strolled over to the door and peered through the glass, waiting in curiosity as the scientist’s footsteps echoed throughout the hall. He didn’t expect to see Moreau again so soon after their heated conversation, and he definitely didn’t expect her to bring him a gift. He wondered if the mysterious item could’ve been related to Red Moon in any way, but it didn’t sound like Carlyle was with her. At least, not for now.

Finally coming into view, Moreau strode towards the cell at a brisk pace, causing Jason’s head to ring with the sharp clacks of her heels. She was carrying what looked like a pile of folded cloth in her arms, and sitting on top, the marine could’ve sworn he saw a pair of boots.

“Good morning, Jason.” The woman greeted with a smile, stopping in front of the door.

The man watched her dubiously, uncertain of what to think so far. “...Morning, doc. Ain’t it a bit early for a visit?”

Moreau chuckled. “Maybe, but I wanted to see you before Carlyle launched our next experiment. You know how early he likes to get things started.”

“Yes, I do. Speakin’ of which, where is he? I thought he’d be with you. The two of you are usually always together.”

“Not today. Dr. Carlyle is occupied with something else right now.”

“Yeah, sleeping, probably. Anyway...” Jason gestured to the shoes, “what’ve you got there?”

“Oh, I brought you some clothes.”

“Clothes?”

A sense of timidity snuck into the woman’s tone. “I know it seems random, but... I felt bad that you constantly have you walk around in nothing but shorts. I figured you should have something proper to wear. So, I brought you these. May I... come in?”

Jason shrugged, still somewhat cautious despite her compassion. “Sure. I guess.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be quick.”

Entering the cell’s passcode, Moreau slid the door open and stepped inside, nervously eyeballing the security camera in the corner. She had no doubts that Carlyle would disapprove of what she was doing and give her earful about it later, but at the moment, she found it difficult to care.

“Here,” the woman said, presenting the clothes to Jason. “Try them on.”

Taking the shirt into his hands, the man held it up by the shoulders so that he could see it clearly, only to realize that it was actually a full jumpsuit. The fabric was a bright shade of orange that resembled the uniforms worn by other prisoners, and bore no design except for some black text on the back that read, “CENTCOM.”

“I wish I could give you something that didn’t resemble the attire of an inmate,” Moreau said apologetically. “You probably feel like a prisoner here already. But... this was all I could find. I hope it fits.”

Jason lowered the jumpsuit for a second, giving her a distrustful glance. He felt guilty for returning her kindness with such a cold shoulder, but at the same time, he couldn’t stop himself from wondering whether or not there were any ulterior motives hiding behind her actions.

“...Why are you doin’ this?” He asked bluntly.

Moreau quirked a brow. “Doing what?”

“Being friendly with me, using my name, giving me clothes... it almost seems too good to be true. I hope you ain’t tryin’ to bribe me for information.”

The woman shook her head. “Oh, no. I’m just trying to help.”

“But why? Why not just ignore me like all the other scientists here? What reason do you have to help me?”

Her smile disappeared, leaving room for a more serious temperament. She honestly had no solid answer for the lieutenant’s question, nor did she fully understand why she was here either.

Technically, Jason was right. Moreau could’ve simply turned a blind eye to his struggles, and followed CENTCOM’s instructions to a tee. She had no need to go against Carlyle’s wishes, or risk angering those at the top.

So why was she doing this? What was it that kept her from fitting into the mold? Was it naivety like Carlyle suggested? Or was it something else?

“The truth is, Jason,” Moreau said, “I have no reason. There’s nothing I can gain from helping you. In fact, it could land me in some serious trouble if I’m not careful. I’m doing this purely because I want to. Because I think it’s right.”

“...But I don’t understand -- if you have such an issue with CENTCOM, then why sign up with them in the first place?”

“Because I had no idea that CENTCOM was using human subjects. When I first received word about Red Moon, all I knew was that it revolved around a virus called HERA. No one ever mentioned anything about immortality or invincibility. And they certainly didn’t mention you.”

That eased some of Jason’s worries. “And I’m assumin’ you can’t just leave?”

“...No. Red Moon is a top-secret operation. Even some of the people at Camp Slayer don’t know about it. The government would never let me resign; not after everything I’ve seen. They would hunt me down to the ends of the Earth if I ever escaped.”

Jason folded the jumpsuit in his arms and leaned against the wall. “Hm. Well, I gotta admit, I’m surprised to hear you sayin’ all this. You seemed pretty convinced that CENTCOM was doing the right thing not too long ago.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just yesterday, you was tellin’ me that everything y’all do is for the good of the military. Do you not believe that anymore?”

Moreau scoffed in an amused manner. “Anymore? I’m not sure if I ever did. I think I just wanted to believe in it. I didn’t want to admit that we were in the wrong. How could I? After everything we did?”

The marine nodded empathetically. “...I understand.”

“Do you?”

“Yes. More than you may think.”

Jason pushed himself off the wall, looking down at the clothes in his grip. “But, if what you say is true, then... you have my thanks. I’m... sorry for bein’ so harsh on you before. I can see I misjudged you now.”

Moreau deemed the apology unnecessary. “You had your reasons. Though, I will say, there is something else I need to ask you, Jason.”

“Yeah?” He began slipping on the jumpsuit. “What is it?”

The scientist hesitated for a bit, unsure of whether or not to broach the subject hampering her thoughts.

“...Can you tell me what Green Zone is?”

Jason came to an immediate halt at the sound of those words, suddenly dreading where this conversation was going.

“How the hell do you know about that?”

“Dr. Carlyle mentioned it to me,” Moreau explained, not failing to notice the distress in his voice. “He said I should ask you about it.”

“Did he. And why on Earth would Carlyle be mentioning something like Green Zone?”

“I don’t know,” she answered sincerely. “That’s why I’m asking you. I was hoping you could tell me what it is.”

Even though the man had yet to elaborate, Moreau already carried a gut feeling that she was roaming into dangerous territory based on Jason’s reaction alone. She imagined it held some kind of connection to the marine’s bloody past -- if Carlyle was to be believed -- but she didn’t have the faintest clue just how serious it was.

Despite her wariness however, the doctor couldn’t force herself to ignore it. There were still so many gaps in Jason’s story pertaining to his previous life, and quite frankly, Moreau wanted to know if this man was someone she could trust before lending him any aid.

“...Jason, please.” She urged. “I understand it may not be a pleasant topic to discuss, but I believe it’s necessary.”

The man zipped up his jumpsuit, leaving a little space at the collar. “Why? It has nothin’ to do with Red Moon or CENTCOM.”

“Maybe not, but it does have something to do with you. And the better I know you, the more I can help.”

“It doesn’t matter. Trust me. Even if you did know about it, it wouldn’t mean shit. So just forget it.”

“Well clearly, it’s not as trivial as you say. Otherwise, I don’t think Dr. Carlyle would’ve brought it up. So please, just tell me what Green Zone is.”

Jason sighed, rapidly growing irritated. “Why the hell d’you care so much about it? I told you. It’s nothin’ important.”

Moreau stood her ground. “Then why are you trying to hide it?”

A disruptive silence filled the cell following the doctor’s retort, leaving both of them at a dead-end. The lieutenant’s face was plastered with a mask of annoyance by now, and soon, Moreau found herself in a state of immense regret.

Goddamnit, Dawn, she mentally cursed. You were just starting to smooth things over with Jason. Why did you have to ruin it?

“Moreau.” Jason called out, tearing the woman away from her thoughts. “Be upfront with me.”

He took a few steps towards her, looking her in the eye. “What did that bastard Carlyle tell you? Why did he bring up Green Zone?”

Moreau tucked a lock a hair behind her ear, letting out a deep breath. She didn’t know whether it was wise to reveal Carlyle’s claims just yet, but she saw no other option.

“...Dr. Carlyle and I got into an argument about this operation last night. I told him that you didn’t deserve to be put through these experiments since you never gave consent, and he disagreed, claiming that you were as much of a killer as we were. His words, not mine.”

“A killer? What’d he mean by that?”

“Well, he said that you were known for your hatred towards Iraqis; that you killed them every chance you got. That’s when he brought up Green Zone.”

The subject crossed his arms, gazing off to the side. “...I see. So you’re tryin’ to make sure I ain’t some bloodthirsty, trigger-happy maniac like Carlyle says. Fair enough. I’ll tell you what happened at Green Zone -- under one condition.”

Moreau decided to hear him out. “...Alright. What is it?”

Jason closed the distance between them, ensuring that nobody else could listen in.

“Bring me the file for Prisoner Seven. Then we’ll talk.”

An alarm set off in Moreau’s head. Why on Earth would he want that?

Prisoner Seven was an Iraqi soldier if she recalled correctly, and a potential candidate for becoming Carlyle’s next subject. She knew nothing about the prisoner’s actual identity, but she knew that he was once a member of the Republican Guard.

Why would Jason be looking for him? Did he have something against him because of the war? Was he trying to hurt him?

“What’s your relationship with Prisoner Seven?” Moreau questioned. “Why do you want his file? Is this related to Green Zone?”

“Get me the file, and I’ll tell you everything. Until then, this conversation is over.”

“But--”

“--This is the only chance I’m givin’ you, doc. Take it or leave it.”

Moreau found herself at a loss for words, completely taken aback by the unexpected request. She wanted to know what was so significant about Green Zone, or why Jason had an interest in Prisoner Seven, but... to steal something from Carlyle -- that was on an entirely different level.

Besides, Moreau had no guarantee that Jason would fulfill his end of the bargain. For all she knew, the man would simply take her information once she delivered the file, and then throw their deal out the window.

She would have to find some form of insurance; a way to test whether or not Jason intended on keeping his word.

Wait, what if she spoke to Prisoner Seven herself?

Moreau had clearance to the prison block just like Carlyle. She could go down there and talk to the Iraqi soldier face-to-face. If his story matched the one Jason told her, then that would be enough to seal her trust in him.

She just hoped that Prisoner Seven was more cooperative than the lieutenant. If he didn’t offer her any answers, she would have nowhere else to go.

“Very well.” Moreau finally agreed. “I accept your offer.”

Jason seemed pleased. “Good to hear. Bring me that file, and I’ll answer all your questions. No more secrets. No more stonewalling. That is a promise.”

She took her leave from the cell and began heading straight for the prison block, whispering to herself under her breath.

“We’ll see about that.”

#house of ashes #the dark pictures #hoa #jason kolchek #salim othman #jalim #jason kolchek x salim othman #hoa fanfic #vampire!jason

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zuffer-weird-girl · 3 years

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it's been a while that i haven't been around here, how have you been? i hope it's ok. once i think there was a comment about a past life au of chisaki and his angel, both died in a tragic way but promised to meet in another life. i would like to request something about that. thanks you. 💖

Everything was horrible.

Surely this would become history... but while it didn't happen, people suffered on the streets.

As a doctor in the middle of the plague, he had to give his all to make sure everyone who was still free of the dicease remained that way. Although, when he found an already post case. The patient already developed sudden onset of fever, headache, chills, and weakness and one or more swollen, tender and painful lymph nodes... it was already the time where he had to collect his utensils, face the family and tell them to get out of the house if they wanted to stay alive.

At this point he was called an heartless doctor for being so direct and just... cold with family members and just straight up telling the patient they were going to die. But what could he do? No one knew a cure for this diseace...

It didn't helped either that he was associated with the mafia.... but he could care less.

They could call him all the names they wanted... what only mattered was him taking care of his loved one... whose wasn't eating, had swollen spots all over their perfect skin... their face not bright with life, but instead with only bones and flesh.

"Another death... love?" He heard as he took his coat off and gloves only to wash them and replace with new ones and using a mask to go to you.

"You shouldn't hear such horrible things." He sighed, gloved hand coming up to carress your bony cheek... your eyebags had gotten bigger and your skin more pale than before....

"You hadn't eaten a thing." He scoffed, storming out of the room and calling for one of the cooks.

"Love, please." He heard your weak laugh as he carried the bowl and put in front of you.

"Eat." He demanded with a hint of anger and desperation and be clinched his hands into fists as he saw your face fall into a... numb one as you started at the steaming chicken with vegetables soups.

"I... dont have stomach for that Kai, I'm sorry." You mumbled, pushing gently the bowl away until you gasped when your husband abruptly yanked the bowl and scooped a spoonful and pointed at you.

"Eat for God's sake (Y/n)!" He shouted making you flinch... You couldn't see his face due to the plague mask he constantly used on his daily basics and ever since you caught the plague, yet, you knew your husband more than anyone else.

And you knew he was crying.

"Kai..." you breathed out his name with exhaustion "You know there is no use... I dont have the appetite, neither the will to swallow or chew anymore..."

He dropped the spoon back to the bowl making a splash sound as hebhund his head in defeat, his breath hitched on his throat as he tried to control it.

"Kai..." you murmured "You have to get out of the house... no matter how precarious you are, this sickness... is dangerous. I rather die alone then knowing I infected someone with it."

"Shut up." He growled while getting up and pouring a cup of water as he brought to your lips with trembling hands "Y-You just need the proper treatment. You're going to get better and-"

You watched with sorrow eyes as you placed your hands on his that remained on your lap while giving him a smile.

"Please.. do it for me. I cant bare the thought of ever getting you into this..."

He clenched your hand on his as his beak mask touched your nose... a indirect show of him trying to kiss you but to no avail...

"My son." He heard while the horses left the city with the belonging "Do not show regret, you would rather have this sick disgrace on you or rather stay alive and remain our family name instant for decades to tell many our story? Man up."

He stayed silent as his father chewed him out until he heard screams on the city, looking back his eyes widened in horror at seeing one of the houses burning.

His house. Where he left you.

"KAI!" he heard his father about at him when he turned his horse back and ran as fast as it could back.

When he arrived he saw many man throwing sticks, stones, torches on flames at his house and the building was already on fire while he got off his house and stormed in.

"(Y/N)!" He shouted, covering his nose and mouth with his coat as he saw all the inside of his residence burn to ashes as he heard screams of the people cursing him to hell for not helping them save their loved ones.

He started to climb the stairs and when he went to your room, a part of the roof fell onto him. Breaking his legs in the process as he howled in pain.

He shouted one last time your name and he saw you holding onto the door frame of the room you stayed for the last 5 months in looking horrified at the scene of your husband crushed by the roof that was on fire.

You walked to him but due to your weakness you ended up falling into your knees, but still crawled your way back to him enough to at least hold his hand.

"Why did you come back..?" You coughed with tears on your eyes as he tried to get out with no avail as the flames grew bigger and the air was more suffocating.

"I can't live without you, you fool." He growled weakly as his vision blurred, the last scene he could see was your face... and he wouldn't have it in any other way...

"I.. am at least happy to finally see your face after for so long... love." You cried while clenching his hands on yours.

"Do not cry my angel.." he coughed while holding on you with the last forces he had as the fire consumed the house and soon both of you "We will found eachother again.."

"Is... that ...a ..promise?" He heard you say before the flames swallowed the couple and ending their lifes for once...

Year 2XXX

And he couldn't find his damn bleach.

Seriously, where the hell had those brain damage people who worked in this placed the only cleaning product he swore it cleaned his office like nothing else.

"Where is that damn thing?" He muttered in anger as he looked at the shields and aisles until god decided to help him and he found one last one on the shelf along with some brushes.

Why? He didn't know. He just wanted to get that thing and go back home to work and end the day.

Just when his hand grabbed the handle of the container another one brushed his hand which immediatly made him flinch away in disgust.

The person froze at his brute movement but soon smiled apologetically.

"Oh. Sorry sir. You can have it." You waved with your free hand as your other adjusted the market basket on your remaining one.

He eyed with disgust and distrust at you but grabbed the bottle on his hand.

"Geez. You must take cleaning seriously on your house huh?" You giggled while grabbing some other branch of coach and put on the basket "I dont blame you, is a really good one!"

"I see you must at least have some conciousness to clean your house at least." He commented dryly as you simply nodded with a smile.

"We have to be carefull after all, right?" You smiled as he walked alongsides with you to the cashier until both of you heard a shout of another cashier directed to you.

"Hey quirkless! Want some help with your work today?" It had no malice, but still he scrunched his nose at him.

"No thanks, your help would be equal to nothing Takahiro." You snorted at his offended face as you started to pit your products on the cashier.

"Quirkless?" You heard the man behind you asking as you suddenly felt embarrassed by the attractive man staring at you in curiosity.

"O-Oh! Yeah yeah!" You giggled nervously while scratching your cheek with one finger "I-I am the unlucky one who had to be the 1 per cent to not have a quirk!" You laughed to mask your dissapoint but failed to recognize the sparkle on those golden eyes who could melt you into a puddle.

"What a interesting thing. Quirks nowadays are so morbid and heroes usually destroy the city with them. So your condition is a special one, don't you think?" You widened your eyes and felt your face burn at his words and intense gaze.

"I-I.. I never thought about it in that way..." you mumbled as you heard him chuckle beneath the black mask as he gave the bottle of bleach to the cashier and handed the credit card.

"I could see that. An interesting condition to such a beautiful person, what luck you have." He payed and soon felt his ears burn at noticing he accidentally said that out loud and seeing your checked expression didn't helped either.

"Uh... wow." You giggled at the man before you which seemed like a asshole suddenly turn into a blushing mess.

"Here." He thrusted your package to you while looking away.

"Wha- b-But I didn't payed for it yet-!"

"No need to!" The cashier suddenly appeared and showed you the note "He payed for it."

You looked in absolute check before stammering apologies to the man in front of you.

"Oh my, I'm so so sorry! P-Please!" You searched on your purse for some moner "Let me repay-"

"No need." He lifted his palm as you stared at him in awe. "Consider this as a apology for my manors the moment we found eachother."

You blinked before stuffing a giggle as he smirked beneath his mask at that cute reaction while walking besides you out of the market.

What a peculiar way to meet someone... and the stranger thing..

Was that for some reason... he felt like he knew you for a long time...

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #bnha villains x reader #x (y/n)#overhaul #chisaki kai #zuffer writings

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yandere--stuck · 4 years

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Yandere Virus AU - Yandere!Julian x Reader

Julian rubbed his temples with a free hand as he entered your shared home. Ah, home sweet home... As much as he loved his work and being able to help those in need, returning to the catacombs of the castle to spend hours searching for a cure to another disease was… Tiring. Well, no. More than tiring. Exhausting. Frustrating. At times, he felt hopeless.

But, at least, he knew he'd be able to come home to you. His lips quirked up at the thought, his eyes falling half-lidded as he pictured you in his mind's eye. You… His light in the dark, what gave him hope when everything felt hopeless. You, who made him feel like he was worth something. His one and only…

Julian suddenly shook himself from his thoughts, realizing he'd stood in the doorway for far too long. He quickly closed the door behind him, shutting out the darkness and cold of the night and letting the warmth radiating from the fireplace embrace him.

Julian sighed, taking off his work attire, leaving him in his pants and button-up shirt. He ran his ungloved hands through his hair, hoping that all of his stress would run away with it.

In some way, the newer disease running through the veins of the city was at least somewhat better, for lack of a better word, than the Red Plague. At least no one was dying. Yet. (Knock on wood!) This disease, however, affected the mind. Once a victim had been infected, the disease in question travelled through their blood and up to the brain. From there, it would alter the victim's thought process - making the victim fixate on another person, having them become increasingly possessive and protective of the targeted person, and becoming violent toward anyone who dared come between their target.

Julian was glad that he and his fellow doctors at least knew how it worked, but did any of it really matter if they found no way to cure it? Countless hours, struggling with uncooperative patients - just victims themselves, really.

But, at least there was you. Always you. You were safe and sound, and that was really all that mattered (Another thought struggled at the back of his mind, that the patients mattered, as well, but it was quickly snuffed out and forgotten.) Julian seized up somewhat, feeling his chest tighten at the mere thought of you. The doctor shook the feeling off, moving to the kitchen. He needed something to drink - his mouth had felt dry all day. He quickly moved to one of the cabinets - specifically, the one you had enchanted with a long-term cooling spell, able to keep in cold items for quite a while.

Reaching in, he grabbed a pitcher of water, quickly downing it, a bit messily. He panted heavily, surprised by his lack of restraint - before his face fell into a grimace as the feeling of dryness returned. Juliam returned the pitcher to the cabinet, before moving back to the living room, heading upstairs toward your shared room.

Julian's heart rabitted in his chest, though the doctor had no idea why. There was no need for such a sudden reaction. Perhaps a delayed reaction from the stress of the day? Though… Julian wasn't feeling especially stressed. In fact, it was as though his worries had been pushed to the side and muffled by… Warmth. An almost suffocating feeling of warmth and contentment. Warm. He was so, so warm…

If he were in his right state of mind, he would have been worried that he had been infected. But that was silly! Right? Julian was smart, and was always safe, and had only the finest and most up-to-date medical equipment a plague doctor could ask for! He had to be okay. He had to be…

He had to be, for you.

You. A sudden whimper escaped his throat as his body sang with the urge to get to you. To be close to you. To hold you tight and never let go. He must have missed you more than he thought.

He bounded up the steps as quick as he could. As he made his way through the hallway leading up to your shared room, Julian brushed one of his hands against the wall, relishing in the cool feeling of the surface. He took a moment to lean against the wall, unbuttoning his shirt and exposing his chest. He was so hot, it felt like he was burning up. All the more reason to get you, then. You made everything better, and you were his everything.

Julian had, at least, some restraint - enough to keep himself from slamming open the door to your room. He stepped into the room, slow and steady, making his way over to you. The doctor's eyes were wide and unblinking as he watched your peaceful, sleeping face, not wanting to take his eyes off of you for even a moment.

You were so perfect. So perfect and gorgeous and… And his. All his. Just as he was all yours. The thought made his chest tighten up further, and a wobbly, strained smile rose to his lips. His body sang again, overwhelming everything else with the need to be with you, be close to you, touch you.

Julian shook as he stepped ever close, leaning over you as slept, before clambering onto the mattress himself. With a free hand, he reached out to cup your face - and, God, he couldn't help but whimper. You felt perfect. You WERE perfect. Everything about was perfect. Perfection in physical form.

He moved to straddle you, heart drumming against his chest. He mewled as he lurched forward, wrapping his arm tightly around your sleeping form and pulling you flush against him. He whined at the sounds you made as you stirred. He buried his nose into the crook of your neck as he nuzzled even close to you.

God, you made him feel euphoric. You were perfect. Perfect. Perfect and all his. All his. You were his and he was yours and he loved you. He loved you. He loved you, he loved you, he loved you so much!

Your eyes blinked open, eyes wide as you stared up at the man atop of you.

Your eyes were so gorgeous, did you know that? Just like the rest of you.

God, Julian loved you. He craved you. He needed you like he needed air to breathe. He wanted to feel every inch of you. He needed to feel and see and touch you every moment he was alive. All that mattered was you. You were why the sun came up every morning, why Julian was here, the meaning of his existence, the meaning of existence itself. God, you were so perfect - perfect, perfect, perfect, and all his. God, he loved you so much…!

You squirmed in his grip, parting your lips to ask what was going on, what had gotten into him - but Julian quickly crashed his lips against your own, swallowing your muffled words. The doctor moaned into the kiss, hands clasping at your face and deepening the kiss. It felt perfect, like pure euphoria. He wanted only this for all eternity. He'd swallow you whole, if he could.

If he were in his right mind right now, he'd know this was wrong, this was dangerous, that he was surely infected! But, Julian thought to himself as he grinned into the kiss, it's a good thing he wasn't...

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benjimatorarts · 3 years

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More Human Aus!

This is Military Medic Skekung, who just finish amputating someone’s leg (with no anesthesia)and he’s getting really annoyed with the crying. “Uggggh why are you crying? You lost your infected leg! You’re gonna live!”

His clothing is a mix of plague doctors and 19 century doctors. I thought it be cool of him wearing the whole plague get up with the “extra” bird mask. But I wanted to draw his face...

#I love drawing him #skekung is my fave #skekung #dark crystal #dark crystal age of resistance #the dark crystal #the dark crytsal: age of resistance #human au

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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 years

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hello! i hope you have a happy holidays!! just a question: do you know any good crossover fics? :0 thanks so much! 🥰

Hi Nonny!!

Thank you! My holiday season was great <3 Sorry for the delay on the reply, but your ask was a great one because I’ve wanted to do an update list to my “movies and books” list, so I’m updating it to just “crossovers” because I have more to add and that makes me happy!!

This list ended up getting split across two asks, so for this one, this list is all my bookmarked fics. A part 1.5 with my MFL’s is coming shortly with another ask, and I ask y’all hold off to add your own suggestions to that list instead, please :) Thank you!

CROSSOVERS and FUSIONS (Feb 2021) Pt. 1