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MDNI; I’ll write Fluff, Angst, Suggestive and NSFW or a combination so I don’t want Minors interacting with my blog.

Hate of any kind; I won’t condone hate of any type on here, This blog was made to be for fun! Informing me of drama is allowed since I don’t want to be in a fandom that is having a situation and turn a blind eye to it.

Ai of any type; I despise ai of any type, I don’t want to see it.

Reposts; I don’t want reposts of my writing on other platforms, I’ll transfer some posts to a03 probably, but I don’t want them anywhere else.

I’ll add more when I remember what else to add

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I don’t mind asks, Just please don’t spam me with the same requests. I’ll lean more on Reader x Character works rather than Character x Character

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I’ll write Gore but not fetishize it.

Dark themes will be tagged as such, I don’t mind the idea of writing them.

I won’t write scat, pee or anyone in that topic.

I won’t write anything sexual involving animals or children.

I’ll write most kinks but I’ll ignore ones I don’t like.

I’ll add onto this yet again when I remember..

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(Seven is giving me a migraine because it won’t load so it’s just the ask.)

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He needed to look away from the screen now..

Needed this to end now.

The beauty to know the world inside and out will die with him.

No one should live like this.

Now, no one ever will.

Avery didn’t deserve what The King wanted for him.

This was the correct choice.

The only choice, really.

In all possibilities, he’d do this again. And again. Over and over. Without hesitation.

He’d picked Avery to save instead of himself.

He was always gone. Maybe fated.

There couldn’t be any choice to save himself.

His foolishness always costed him.

His humanity was lost in all possibilities.

Yet, he never felt anger towards that.

He felt relieved.

Relieved that he was able to do something.

Something for millions.

Even if no one knows, it was worth it.

Avery knew. And even if that was his selfish desire, he wanted that to always be the case.

That he’d never forgotten him.

Never forget the time they had together, even if so briefly.

He sure wouldn’t.

His last moments right now were clouded by him, after all.

Avery gave him the chance to see the universe in its fullest.

The beauty of the world.

His world.

It was funny that he could picture that green skin.

It didn’t do him justice at all.

..

It’s hurts.

In a way, he knew he’d die.

He wouldn’t be able to live a normal life anyways.

His head ached when the monitor wasn’t in view even for a brief second.

Blinking ached enough.

Then there was the issue with hunger.

The fridge was empty.

His desk was cluttered with empty cans.

So he made peace with it.

Made peace for being alone.

This wasn’t an outcome he thought would happen.. But he was grateful.

Grateful he had someone to be with him.

Grateful it was Avery.

Grateful to be with purpose.

Another deep breath.

“I’m sorry, Avery.”

.

“Thank you for playing with me.”

“For remembering me.”

—

A firework sounded, exploding into the sky loud enough to dull the noise of his body crashing down.

“WAIT!”

His screen filled with blackness, seeing only the glimmer of golden skin that became smaller and smaller until —.

[ YOU DIED!]

“No! Nononono!”

He moved his mouse to respawn-

To try and go back.

To save him.

The man who gave his life for his own.

He had to—.

His hand trembled badly, the mouse wasn’t registering his movements.

“Please! I need to.. To save him!”

A sob broke out.

“I barely met him today! I can’t just lose him like this..”

He saved him.

Even if he couldn’t fully comprehend it, he knew it in his heart.

D3r- No. Derek. Derek saved him.

“You didn’t have to do this for me.”

“We could’ve.. Found a different way..”

“A way so you didn’t..”

His head fell forwards.

“I’m sorry.

I promise.

I promise you.

I’ll never..

Forget you..

I won’t. .”

His head buried into his palms, tears flowing freely.

“Thank you..”

He had to save the recording, like he promised.

“I’ll make sure to—.”

A firework.

It made him jolt up to look at the sky.

Right..

“It’s midnight..”

It’s midnight and he was playing Minecraft.

On New Year’s Eve.

This is sad..

He spent New Year’s alone on Minecraft.

.

.

“Why..”

“Why was I crying again?”

—

“You.. Tried to save me?”

Your heartbeat thudded loudly in your ears.

“..Yes.”

A shaky sigh followed as your body collapsed against the wall with a breathless laugh.

“..Yeah. I did. I was worried about you being alone with..”

You didn’t finish. He didn’t ask you too either.

He knew it was a lie.

You knew he knew.

“..Thank you.”

Why he chose to believe it? You didn’t know.

You didn’t care to know.

The danger left. It was safe now.

Rather..

As safe as you were able to be.

A dull ache was spreading across your body that reminded you of the position you were in right now. A coldness spreading from your body. Were you wet? When did that happen?

“.. Wow! Look at the mess here!”

Were your ears always ringing?

“Tsk, Tsk. How are we supposed to sleep in a broken house?”

You laughed to yourself at the absurdity of the situation, feeling tears free falling again.

Did you deserve this happening to you?

Why you?

“Let me clean up for you! After all, I’d be more than happy as your personal helper.”

What the hell did you get yourself into?

What was this mod?

What was he?

“Okay! Sorry that took longer than I expected. I wanted to make sure nothing came inside for this.”

You barely caught someone was talking before you felt the slightest nudge of something squishy against your leg.

“Verity?”

“Hold still! You don’t want to bleed out anymore than you already are.”

“Bleeding?”

Trying to look down at your body was instantly met with your shoulders pressed back up against the wall.

“Please don’t try to move. You’ve already lost so much! I’m surprised you’re still awake. But that’s my human! Always so full of surprises. But don’t worry, I’ll fix you all better. After all, how could I face you if I couldn’t help you?”

You didn’t get to dwell on his words for long. You felt your body be podded and cried out in pain.

“Sorry. Please bear with it.”

Oh. Now you were being carried.

“How..? Why—?”

You didn’t finish as you felt a wave of nausea hit you.

“I can’t stitch you on the floor, silly! Pluuuss, It’s better I do it on your bed! You shouldn’t move around until you heal, after all.”

“Okay..”

You felt tired.

Maybe being on your bed was a good thing.

Your eyes fluttered shut.

It was fine.

You’d be fine.

.

The feeling of your skin scalding with a deep burn was the first thing to wake you up.

The second to snap your mind to survival mode was the stab in your shoulder.

You screamed as you used what little strength to shove whatever was attacking you.

.

…

Did you just shove a wall?

You stared up, baffled at the force fighting back against your palms.

Verity’s face stared back at you.

“I’d encourage you to be still. I need to stitch your shoulder.”

“What?—“

He didn’t get to let you finish, dipping the needle in his hand back into your flesh for another tug of the string to attempt to close the wound pounding on your left shoulder.

“Ow! What the—?!”

“Don’t move.”

“It hurts!”

“It’ll hurt more if it gets infected.”

A sigh followed.

“If I have to take drastic measures to ensure you don’t move, I will.”

.. Well now you didn’t want to move.

Even if the aching pain of being stitch together with nothing to numb the ache was too much for you right now, his promises to be fast the only thing to cling to.

“Poor thing. How were you even running in this condition?”

His gloved hand touched the areas where gashes were still seeping with blood.

You sighed, trying to wave off his ha—.

Wait.

“Hand?!”

You jumped to grab his arm, eyes wide.

“You-?!”

“I couldn’t stitch you as a ball, now could I?”

“How??”

“I’m your personal helper! Whatever you need is my job to help you.”

You really were getting irritated with that phrase.

“Try to hold still. I still need to bandage this area.”

“You don’t have to. I can—.”

“Nonsense! I am more than capable of doing this for you.”

Well.. It wasn’t like you were able to move freely as before.

“..’Kay.”

“Great! Just hold still and I’ll be done in a jiffy!”

.

You formed a deep hatred for skeletons.

Arrow heads were embedded in your skin in areas you didn’t even realize.

Adrenaline was a hell of thing when you were running for your life.

It was such a shame it didn’t last while you had to get stitches.

Three full stitches: One on your calf, One of your shoulder and one on your hip.

All cleaned and bandaged at the courtesy of Verity.

“Seriously! How did you not even notice the arrows sticking out of you?”

He giggled.

You didn’t know if you were able to laugh at that.

“Uh.. I gu—.”

“Oh but it’s fine! You have me to help you now.”

Your brows furrowed.

He kept repeating that.. More than usual.

It made a pit in your stomach.

“Haha.. Yeah. Can always rely on you.”

He beamed at that, smiling wider.

“Yes! You can.”

“Right..”

.

This was really awkward.

How were you supposed to go on about your world knowing something was there with you that would kill you?

You didn’t even know why the monster attacked in the first place!

Asking was out of the question; What if he got mad again?

.. Ugh.

“So.. What uh.. Now?”

“You’re going to be getting lots of rest! Don’t want to open those stitches.”

You stared at him in confusion.

“Oh but don’t worry! I’ll make sure you’re well fed. I’ll be helping you with your recovery the whole way!”

You wanted to punch that smile off his face.

“I don’t need you to nanny me.”

His smile twitched at your objection but he just let out a playful laugh.

“Oh, you! Looks at you! What condition are you in to take care of yourself?”

You bit back the comments of insults.

“I’m not in that much pain—.”

“No.”

The coldness in his tone made you pause.

“Veri-?”

“You’re staying here. You’re going to rest and you’re going to accept my help the whole way.”

His voice was shaking, crazed eyes staring at you as he leaned down to be at eye level where you currently laid.

“You’re not going to be like the rest of them. The ones who left. You’re different.. Like him. I can’t.. I can’t lose another special one again.”

He held your face with one hand, another one grasping your neck with light force to make you wheeze.

“Stop— It hurts—!”

“It won’t be like last time. I’ll make sure this time.”

Another wheeze.

“I’ll make sure you stay. By any means necessary.”

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