REQUESTS: OPEN (READ REQUESTING RULES SEGEMENT BELOW BEFORE REQUESTING)
CURRENTLY WORKING ON: SACCHARINE CH. 1
NSFW ACCOUNT: @lustsick-desires
INTRODUCTION
Hello! My name is Lovesick and I am a fanfic writer (shocker, I know) and this post is to tell you a little bit about myself and what to expect on this account!
I have been writing for the past 12 years and I have my Bachelor's of Art in Creative Writing as my secondary degree. While I am moving forward in my professional life into becoming an Artificial Intelligence Researcher, I would like to use this blog to post my various fanfics.
I am currently really into Arcane and will be posting mostly that as well as other various fandoms listed in my masterlist linked above.
My requests are currently open but understand that I work full-time and I am also a grad student, so writing fanfic isn't my top priority lol.
DISCLAIMER
I do not condone any of the actions done in my fanfics. I am also saying to not romanticize these actions in individuals in real life.
I understand fully that yandere can be seen as a slur(?) to people with BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) and it is not my intention to mock those with the disorder. This blog is strictly for fun and nothing more.
GENERIC ACCOUNT RULES
As most fanfic writers do, I have a list of rules you must follow:
I. NO PEOPLE UNDER 16
While this blog will not contain sexual content, I am still uncomfortable with people under 16 reading my content here. Sorry.
II. DO NOT RUSH MY WRITING
I have a life outside this blog. Working full time while being a graduate student is a lot of work. I will try to be consistent with uploads as I understand people want the next chapter asap but understand that I have a life.
III. I WRITE WHAT I WANT TO WRITE WHEN I WRITE IT
At the end of the day, this is my blog and I will post what I want when I want (not to be rude lol). Just understand that I will not do every request sent to me or immediately post chapter after chapter of a fic. Sometimes it could be weeks to months. Understand that please.
IV. DO NOT REPOST MY CONTENT WITHOUT PERMISSION
I do not mean like the reblog function, I mean copy-pasting my fics onto another site or using my art without permission. Just so you know, I am a witch and all my fanfics and art are protected with a protection spell, so I wouldn't test me if I were you. (damn that sounds mean, sorry lol)
V. DO NOT USE MY HEADERS, BANNERS, AND IMAGES FOR YOUR OWN USE
I don’t know if y’all know this, but I make all the headers, banners, and other images for my fics and account with ibisPaint. They take a lot of effort and I would appreciate if no one would reuse them for their own fics.
WHAT I DO/DON’T WRITE
This is a list of what I will write: (ignore the format I’m doing this on mobile rn I’ll fix it on my laptop later)
➼ Yandere x Reader Fanfics (One-Shot or Chaptered)
➼ Yandere Character Headcanons
➼ Yandere Character Alphabets
➼ *Yandere Oneshots w/ Prompts (LIST A) (LIST B) (LIST C)
➼ Non-Yandere Character x Reader
➼ Fluff/Angst Character X Reader
This is a list of what I don’t write:
➼ Platonic yanderes
➼ Teacher X Student Cliché
* you must list the list you pick the prompt from in your request so I know which list to use for each prompt (unless they are all from one list then just state the list) (I also won't do any of the prompts entailing physical or sexual abuse even if they are on the lists provided)
REQUESTING RULES
If you are interested in sending a request, please follow the rules below.
I. NO RUN-ON SENTENCES
I know this is a weird rule, but I am neurodivergent and run-on sentences make it hard for me to properly understand the request. Simple requests would be preferred such as:
Character: [CHARACTER NAME]
Fandom: [FANDOM NAME]
Concept: [yada yada yada]
This would help me a lot to better comprehend your request and I would be more likely to do it!
II. BE CONCISE AND CLEAR
Please don't ramble for a while about possibilities, just give me the basics of what you want the fic to be so I can at least get some creative liberty.
III. NO STRICTLY GENDERRED/PRONOUNED READER REQUESTS
Please do not ask the reader to be a specific gender, biological sex such as Male, Female, AFAB, AMAB, Transgender Male (FTM), Transgender Female (MTF), Nonbinary, he/him, she/her, etc...
I want my fanfics to be enjoyed by all and grouping them into a subgroup like that makes it harder for others to enjoy.
IV. NO REQUESTING THE FANFICS WITH THE FOLLOWING TOPICS
➼ Non-Con/Dub-Con
➼ Forced Pregnancy
➼ Physical or Sexual Abuse
➼ Significant Age Gaps (unless its like a mythical character who is like 100+ like Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, etc...)
➼ Suicide or Self Harm
➼ Incest/Psuedo Incest
➼ Questionable Kinks (Piss, Feet, etc.)
V. NO SMUT REQUESTS ON THIS ACCOUNT
My NSFW account is @lustsick-desires! You can request smut there ONCE I GET THE MASTER POST UP!
If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to comment on this post!
Hi lovelies! Will be dropping a multi part Date Everything masterlist due to the cast being so extensive! I am still playing through the game fully so I won’t know everyone fully so fics may take longer so I can play through their routes!
Since there is a box limit on tumblr posts: it will cut up into 3 parts so everyone has adequate space for fics and such.
Notes: I tried to not pronoun Jax as much as possible as I am not 100% sure which set Jax would use so I do the basic he/she, his/hers, etc. also I’m exhuasted, running on M&M’s and blue raspberry icee at 1 in the morning while writing this. No proofreading we die like Bubble. Please don’t be mad at me or harass me for posting this, it’s my opinion and takeaway. You are allowed to disagree with me, just don’t get pissy with me please.
Okay, I want to start out with saying right out the gate that I think it was a great way to end the series. While reading other people’s opinions on this makes me nervous to post this but let me explain how I see it.
Jax
First off, the rabbit in the room, Jax.
I understand why people aren’t happy with the trans woman representation we get from Jax. Jax is violent, aggressive, arrogant, and just a straight up asshole. It is not the representation that puts trans women in a good light. However, as a writer, I see where Gooseworx was going with this.
Jax’s Transfeminine Representation
While I am not MTF trans and can not speak for that demographic, as someone in the trans umbrella, it shows to me the ugly truth. Being forced into a hyper masculine mindset by Jax’s father, Jax was already set up to fail by making his/her emotions repressed. Jax was never properly taught how to manage such emotions, especially with how the separation of his/her parents and how that affected Jax’s mother. Jax seemingly came out to his/her mother, only to be laughed at for bringing down those thick walls that had been hardened over the years of hyper-masculinity and being told to toughen up. Even after Jax’s mother hugged him/her, Jax shoved her away and ran, which is something we have seen Jax do time and time again: immediately shut down, put the walls back up, and retreat. Jax did it with not only his/her mother, but also everyone who tried to get close to Jax being namely Ribbit and Pomni.
Ribbit sees through Jax and tries to show that she is supportive of who Jax really is. However, Jax immediately puts those walls back up and shoves her away by telling Ribbit he/she will “never talk to her again” if she tells anyone about what happened. Ribbit keeps trying to get close to Jax again but Jax walls her off completely to avoid talking about the things Jax is not ready to admit to himself/herself (being Jax’s transgenderism).
However, Jax isolating away from Ribbit leads to her abstraction which Jax feels immense guilt for causing. He doesn’t say this out right but we can tell by how Jax acts about the subject of Ribbit even being brought up. Yet, Jax does not learn his/her lesson from what happened to Ribbit when it comes to Pomni. Jax seems to be resigned to the fact that it matters anyways since everyone would leave him/her anyways just like Ribbit and Kaufmo did.
When Pomni tries to do the same thing as Ribbit by getting close to Jax, Jax immediately shuts down and pretends like all the times they had together meant nothing at all when that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Jax is just too afraid to let anyone see who he/she truly is only for them to leave anyways.
While Jax is not the transfem representation people wanted, I want to make sure this is out straight: Jax is not a good person and he/she never was.
Jax is abusive, aggressive, and downright awful to the other members of the circus. Jax has been this way all the previous 8 episodes, why do people expect for Jax to change after all this time and suddenly realize he/she is a trans woman? I’m sure deep down Jax knows but refuses to admit it for blatant internalized transphobia and misogyny. Jax has been taught over and over again by his/her father to be manly and masculine and that anything feminine was weak and unsightly.
In addition to this, I can speak from personal experience in saying discovering you’re trans isn’t easy. It’s a long winded process with discovering yourself and what identity makes you happy. Jax is obviously miserable and insecure about his/her masculinity and that isn’t going to easily change. It’s deeply rooted into Jax that it’s best to man up and bury any feminine identities or emotions: this is why I believe Jax picks on the women of the cast the most.
Jax’s Violent/Abusive Tendencies Towards Gangle
As we have seen throughout the past 8 episodes before the finale, Jax is outright abusive to the women on the set of the Circus.
This is especially true in regard to Jax’s relationship with Gangle. Jax has broken her comedy mask purposefully on many occasions and frankly just treated her like shit. I believe this is because Gangle is comfortable with her femininity. In Jax’s mind, Gangle is the exact portrayal of the ‘soft, dainty, and feminine woman’* that Jax has been grown to resent. Gangle is seen mostly as soft-spoken, submissive (not in a weird way). She is a constant reminder of the femininity that Jax has been trying so desperately to suppress. So, with having these emotions, he lashes out at her because he doesn’t know what else to do with them. Besides, he’s convinced himself that Gangle actually enjoys being made fun off in the stargazing adventure:
*This is not my personal opinion on Gangle, just trying to show it from Jax’s POV
Jax’s Abstraction & Its Layers
Okay the real meat and potatoes of the episode. Jax abstracting was a total shock to me and many others due to his/her prevalence in the trailer and movie poster. I didn’t believe it for a few minutes after it was revealed since it was so jarring. I understand why some people don’t like the fact he suddenly abstracted because I didn’t either in my initial reaction to it in theaters today. Yeah I feel like it could have been handled better but the jarring nature of abstractions has always been sudden with Kaufmo for example. It’s not something that can be predicted or expected. It was spontaneous when you don’t pay enough attention to it.
I do wanna tie in his “daydreams/alternate realities” a little bit. Since this episode literally came out today, there isn’t much talk on what they are yet but I am presuming they are daydreams in his/her subconscious abstracted state. I do believe these daydreams show how Jax really feels about the characters in the circus, namely Ragatha, Pomni, Zooble, and Gangle.
With the Ragatha abstracting daydream, Jax choking the shit out of Pomni was jarring especially since she was just asking if he needed anything he/she could talk to her. However, this is most likely how Ragatha talked to him/her when Ribbit abstracted, which sent him/her off the rails and caused Jax to attack her. It shows he’s/she’s tired of being told empty words of consolation and that it drives Jax nuts.
In the Zooble abstracting daydream, it baffled me at first because of Jax’s behavior. However, I remembered (as I stated previously) Jax genuinely thinks Gangle likes being harassed by him/her. It’s obvious the Spudsy’s adventure still holds some precedence over Jax since Gangle was not “the sad one” for once and actually held the power and not him. With those who have hyper masculinity, they hate when a woman who they have talked down to and harassed actually has the upper hand for once. It makes Jax feel weak and he hates it. However, he takes the advantage to wear the maid dress to mock Zooble’s “gender fuckery” which is hypocritical of him due to his usual disdain for femininity.
With the Gangle abstracting daydream, it shows that Jax doesn’t take Zooble very seriously, depicting them as a cartoony villain type schtick like in the Looney Tunes. It’s almost like Jax sees Zooble as someone to not take seriously or care for.
Jax’s Dynamic Character
When Pomni finally makes it to the very core of Jax’s abstraction, it shows that now that Pomni has seen everything that Jax is left bare without his walls. Jax is vulnerable and weak and he/she hates it. However, Pomni still refuses to leave Jax in his weakest state which baffles him to the point Jax even says he/she hates her for it. With Pomni accepting Jax in his/her lowest moments, it makes Jax finally break down and drop the masculine act that he/she had put on for so long.
Of course, this doesn’t suddenly make Jax a good person and right all his/her wrongs but it’s a step in the right direction.
Caine
Caine’s Reappearance & Redemption
Holy shit. I was not expecting him to come back. The way the whole theater gasped when he showed up was insane. I thought he was a goner for good. I feel like his reappearance was amazing, the lengths he went through to get back to the circus and help the circus cast was amazing. Shattering barriers and even removing part of himself (the blue AI) to better himself for the circus folks. I had my hand over my mouth the whole time lol. I know some people don’t like that he came back and that it was unnecessary which I can see to a degree but personally I think it was a good way to end his character off in a less abrupt manner unlike episode 8.
Abstradegy Being Canonized
I was surprised that this actually happened. But I’m not complaining the lesbians got fed today. Just thought it was good to note that this ship was seen coming from a mile away.
The Ending
Personally, I think the ending was perfect, it ties up the loose ends and stuff like that and gives us a sweet ending to a series we thought was going to emotionally scar us even more. You can disagree with this take but hey it’s my take.
My Grievances
Jax’s Redemption
Personally I feel like Jax’s redemptions were kinda rushed. It felt kind of unsatisfying even though we had seen it coming. It was nice to see Jax and Pomni hug it out but I just personally felt it was rushed.
The Pacing
I feel like the big reveal of them being mind scans in the first 3 minutes of the episode was a bit wild. I mean, to be fair this theory was common knowledge especially after episode 8. I just feel like the pacing was wacky especially towards the beginning but I get they had to cram that information somewhere.
Unanswered Questions
I feel like some questions were left unanswered but they were kinda trivial such as how each person got into the circus like how did Gangle get in there after getting in that accident? Who was Ragatha with when she put on the headset?
Stop Harassing Gooseworx & Glitch
This isn’t a grievance with the film but moreso the community. Gooseworx made this show for us to enjoy. It’s obviously the ending won’t make everyone happy and may even make some upset as it didn’t end the way they wanted it to end. However, she is human like the rest of us, give her and Glitch grace.
My Final Thoughts
Personally, I loved it. I know people are shitting on it but I think it’s great.
Please respect my personal opinion but you are free to disagree with my analysis and opinions. Do what you want. I’m tired and going to bed.
Just wanna state I will never do a Pressure fanfiction. As much as I adored the game and Sebastian Solace, I have removed the fandom from my masterlist due to the controversy. I refuse to give the game more engagement. Justice for NoLongerNull.
Just wanted to give a brief post about this in case anyone who has requested a Pressure fic is aware I will no longer write for that fandom.
ABSTRACT: After starting your job and getting accustomed to your new home, Halloween is just around the corner! With the spooky day being only a week away, you can't shake the gnawing feeling that the night has just begun...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I actually got most of the ideas for this chapter from a dream I had, so enjoy!
CONTENT WARNINGS: yandere behavior, kidnapping, stalking, breaking and entering, trespassing, violence, use of knives, threatening, swearing, drugging
TAGS: gender neutral reader, canon divergence, prolly ooc Bob (look i tried), Bob calls reader pet names (darlin' mostly), use of other canon characters, writer tries to squeeze the reader into the canon narrative and timeline as best as possible, no use of "y/n", no descriptors of reader
(N)SFW?: SFW
WORD COUNT: 2k+
BOB’S YANDERE ARCHETYPE: possessive, delusional, sadistic
Your first day at work was nothing short of exhausting.
All the introductory work and meetings left you struggling to keep your eyes open on the commute home, nearly drifting off at a couple red lights. You looked outside your driver's side window to see various families putting of Halloween decorations. The spooky holiday seemed to be a pretty big deal around here from what you can tell and it was just a week away. Your mind thought of possible Halloween decorations you should put up before the 31st as you made your commute home, wondering if fake cobwebs were still in style.
Yet, soon enough, you arrived at your destination, piloting your car onto your driveway and into your garage. Putting your car in park, you turn the key in the ignition off, letting the rumbling of the engine die out into a slight huff of protest. A grunt escaped your lips as you retrieved the key from the ignition, opening the driver's side door.
As you enter your home, you placed your laptop bag on the kitchen counter with a soft thud from the fabric casing. While sleep was gnawing at you, you realized you should probably eat something for dinner before heading to bed. You needed to make sure to fuel your body even with how tired you were.
Swinging the fridge door open, you spotted the microwave spaghetti and meatballs meal you found while grocery shopping last week in the freezer compartment. It didn't look very appetizing, but you did not want to go out and get food right now.
Taking off the plastic film, you stick the tray into the microwave and punch in a three minute timer.
It wasn't much, but it would fill you up for the night.
You sat at your kitchen table, mindlessly scrolling your phone while waiting for the timer to finish. Your phone vibrated as a notification appeared up top: a text message from Lila. She had been watching out for you since you moved in with sweet gestures and checking in on you, much more than your own family did.
LILA: Hey! I just wanted to check in on you. Your first day of work was today, right? How did it go? Are you still there?
A smile spread across your tired lips, the message bringing a warm feeling to your very soul as you quickly typed up a reply:
YOU: Hey Lila. No, I just got home. It went well, but I'm exhausted. Probably going to go to bed early.
After you hit send, her text bubble immediately began to pop back up before she sent her response:
LILA: Ah okay, I'll leave you alone then. Let me know if you need anything! :)
To this, you sent her a quick thumbs up emoji before placing your phone down as the microwaved beeped its song of completion which garnered your attention.
Rising from your chair, you dragged your half-conscious self to the microwave. Opening the door, you were greeted with the aroma of disappointing spaghetti and meatballs. Retrieving your mundane meal from the microwave, you looked down at it with slight distaste. Whatever, it was just for one night and then you'll never buy this shit again. Your wrist flicked the microwave door shut with a soft click, leaving you with your meal.
Dragging your fatigued feet, you ventured upstairs to your bedroom, snagging your phone from the table as you went. The old stairs whined under your feet as you made your way to the second floor, meal in one hand and your phone in the other.
Entering your room, the sunset was seeping through the curtains, basking a silver of your room in an gilded glow. Tossing your phone on the bed, your body soon followed, sitting on the edge with your meal in your lap. You took a bite of the mundane noodles, tasting them felt disappointing more than they looked. As you ate your noodles, you snagged the remote to your television, turning it on as you ate to listen to old cartoon reruns as background noise. It was weird living in a place that was quiet almost all the time. You had to have some noise in order to remain sane.
You were about to take your first bite of your dinner, the cheap noodles wrapped around your plastic fork when your phone rang. You grumbled, figuring it was someone from work but you looked at the screen to see the caller ID populate. Lila? But you told her you were going to bed. You glanced between the decline and accept options, deciding to choose the latter as you put her on speaker.
"Hey, what's up?" You questioned, your voice laced with weariness and slight irritation, wondering why she was calling you after you said you were going to sleep.
"Hi, sorry for bothering you, but did you invite someone over? I don't mean to be nosy but I thought you were going to bed." Lila queried, slight anxiety in her tone.
"What? No, I am going to bed."
"Well, I was putting Skid to bed and I looked out the window to see a figure outside your house."
A chill sliced through your spine like an icy blade, causing goosebumps to riddle your skin. Your lips open and nothing comes out but a shocked croak.
"Hello? Are you there?" Lila questioned, the apprehension in her tone rising.
"Y-Yeah, I'm here." You choked out, looking out your window at your barren front yard: not a person in sight. "A-Are you sure it was someone and not just like a raccoon?"
"I'm certain. They were going to the back of your house and now I don't see them anymore."
THUNK
All the electronics shut down in your vicinity with a whine of your carbon monoxide alarm, leaving you in darkness only illuminated by the moonlight from your window.
"Shit!"
"What happened? Are you okay?" Lila beseeched, her urgency rising in harmony with your heartrate.
"Yeah, I'm fine, my power just went out." You muttered before feeling your phone vibrate. Staring at the screen, you froze as a notification flashed: your home security cameras and alarm had gone offline. The air around you felt darker, heavier, like it wanted to swallow you whole. You snapped out of it when you heard Lila call your name, and instinctively lifted the phone back to your ear.
"I-I'm going to call the police." You say, your mind racing as you heard your back door creak open.
"O-Okay! Is there anything I-I should do?" Lila implored, her voice shakier with apprehension.
"No, stay home with your son, just stay safe. I'll call you back later." You replied, hanging up before Lila could reply, your hands shaking anxiously as you heard slow, heavy footsteps creeping through your kitchen.
You snuck to your closet, shutting the door behind you as you pulled up the local police number. Cramped in the small space with clothing suffocating the space, you put the phone to your ear. The footsteps were right below you, firm yet sauntering as they wandered into the family room.
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
"We're sorry but we are too busy assisting other callers, please wait on the line." The automated voice spoke from the other line.
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
The scratchy piano hold music droned from your phone as heavy, deliberate footsteps creaked closer to the staircase, each one making your heart pound faster. You couldn't just wait here like a sitting duck!
Think, who could help you right now...
Looking through your phone contacts, your thumb stops as Bob's contact comes into view.
He's a big guy, he could help. But it's so late and he's probably at work... Your thumb hovered over the call button as the footsteps get closer and closer to the stairs. Clicking the call button, your stomach ties in knots.
Ring...
Ring...
Your heart dropped as you heard a phone ringing at the bottom of the stairs.
Ring...
Ring...
Is that... Bob's phone?
The darkness of the closet felt evermore suffocating as your phone slips from your hand, falling to the carpet between your feet.
Ring...
Ring...
"I'm sorry, but the person you are trying to reach is unavailable. At the tone, please record your message. After you've finish recording, you may hang up or press one for more options." The automated voice from your phone was barely audible, almost drowned out by the pounding of your own heartbeat in your ears.
“You called?” Bob’s unmistakable Southern drawl drifted down from the hallway outside your room. Your hands were drenched in sweat as you tried to call Lila back but your hands were shaking so badly you dropped your phone, the thump of it hitting the carpeted floor audible enough to make Bob's footsteps stop. You could hear him breathing heavily like he was out of breath.
"Someone's clumsy, huh?"
Oh fuck.
Your bedroom door slammed open, his shadow passing under the closet door as he looked around the room. He had to be playing with you. He knew exactly where you were.
"I know yer in here." He drawled, walking past the dresser and bending down to look under the bed. You could see him through the crack between the double doors. He didn't... look the same. It was obviously him, but he wore a red devil mask over his head and red clawed gloves on his hands.
One hand was holding a knife... the other... a rag...
You had to do something. You couldn't just sit here and die like a coward. You knew if you called Lila, Bob would definitely hear it. As you quietly felt around the closet floor as he glanced under your desk behind your chair, your hand lands on an old mason jar candle you saved for when you read your favorite book series. It was still in the cardboard box you brought it in when you moved in.
"C'mon out, darlin', I don't wanna hurt ya." He lulled, the knife glinting in the moonlight from the window. He slowly creeped towards the closet, now standing before the double doors.
"I know yer in here. Why don't ya just c'mon out n' be a good little—"
The second he opened those double doors, you chucked the candle right at his face, the thick glass knocking his head back with a grunt as he stumbled backwards.
"Ergh, why you—!" He growled, holding his nose as blood seeped through his red mask.
You took the opportunity to book it.
Blood pumped rapidly through your veins as you sprinted to the hallway, nearly falling over as you dashed down it.
"Hey! Get back 'ere!" Bob called out, stumbling out into the hallway as you were nearing the stairs. As you descended quickly down the stairs, Bob was quick to follow.
His footsteps were thunderous in your ears as you neared the bottom of the stairs only to be grabbed and pushed into the wall by his clawed hand. You went to scream but a knife was quickly under your chin, silencing you in an instant.
"If ya scream, I'll slit that pretty lil' throat of yours, got it? I actually wanna keep ya breathin' so don't make me regret it," He growled through gritted teeth, the blade pressing right under your jaw. Tears quickly gathered in your eyes as you tried not to hyperventilate. "Good, ya seem to get that this ain't no game of hide n' seek anymore." He continued, lessening the pressure of the blade against your throat.
"P-Please just let me go..." You begged softly, tears streaking your cheeks. Bob sardonically smirked, cocking his head while his eyes widened.
"D'aww darlin', ya look so pretty when ya cry," He started, raising the rag in his other hand. "How about this: let me tell you a little fun fact, okay?" He drawled, drool dripping from his mouth.
"A-A fun fact?" You spoke up, eyeing the rag wearily.
"Did you know..." Before you could react, he quickly put the rag over your nose and mouth. "...that chloroform has a sickly sweet scent to it?"
It was too late, you had already breathed in and your vision began to get hazy. All you could do was close your eyes as a dark slumber overtook you.
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YANDERE!MR. "ANT" TENNA X LIGHTNER!READER — CHAPTER ONE
⇢ NEXT CHAPTER (COMING SOON)
ABSTRACT: Young and broke, you find a cracked TV outside someone’s house at the curb on your way home from work. On an impulsive decision, you take the TV home. Yet, you are blissfully unaware what you just brought with it.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first fic back from my unofficial hiatus. I may be a little rusty so please be patient with me.
CONTENT WARNINGS: yandere behavior, manipulation, guilt tripping, abandonment issues, poverty mentions, derealization. swearing
TAGS: gender neutral reader, takes place after chapter 3, no physical descriptors for y/n (race, gender, etc.), no use of y/n, reader is called "star"/"my star" by Tenna, writer tries to write as close to canon as possible, reader is burnt-out from work, writer makes use of gradient text to emulate Tenna's word art dialogue, no proofreading we die like men
(N)SFW?: SFW
WORD COUNT: 2.1k+
TENNA'S YANDERE ARCHETYPE: obsessive, protective
4:30 pm: the most magical time of day.
Yes, the exact time you clock out from your dead-end job.
"See you tomorrow, Corey." You mutter, waving off your coworker who was waiting to clock out behind you. He gives you a soft grumble as his nametag clicks to the time clock.
"Yeah, yeah, just make sure you get here on time tomorrow. You know the morning rush is a shitshow when someone's late." He muttered, running his fingers through his greasy hair.
"Says the guy who's always late with a energy drink in hand." You grumbled under your breath, adjusting your jacket as you step outside of the diner with the bell ringing overhead.
The spring air feels good against your sore joints and tired eyes as you begin your trek back to your apartment, feeling its keys in your pocket as you pop an earbud into your ear. Soft music in your left ear accompanies you on your journey back home, kicking a pebble along as you drag your aching feet.
The pebble skips and hops along the pavement until it rolls right into the grass of a front yard. However, your gaze is immediately caught by the television left by their dumpster: a large, weblike crack across the screen. You find yourself stopping in front of the television, looking down at its pitiful state as a zephyr cards through the fabric of your clothing and sways the television's antennas. Your television had recently broken last week: it just stopped working. Maybe the universal remote you had at home would work on this one.
Looking out at the house then at your apartment complex down the road, you weigh your options. This TV might be broken as well, but maybe it was work a shot. It looked old as hell but maybe you could put something together with the electrician techniques you learned from trade school before you dropped out.
Looking back down at the television, you let out a sigh before bending at the knees and picking up with a grunt. It was a little heavier than you expected. But it wasn't unbearable, just unwieldly. With the old TV in your arms, you carry it towards your apartment complex.
Adjusting your hold on the TV, you punch the code to your complex in on the withered keypad while trying to balance the TV in one arm. The main door clicked open and you pushed the door open, revealing the peeling wallpaper and moist carpet stench of the main hallway. You trudge to the dingy elevator, knowing damn well you aren't carrying this thing up four flights of stairs, and elbowing the up button on the wall.
With a sigh, the elevator lets out a distorted chime and opens its doors to reveal the dingy elevator before you. Stepping inside with a grunt, you elbow the fourth floor button before adjusting your hold once more. The doors whine shut as the elevator begins its ascent to your floor. Looking down at the television, your nose itches from the dust on the top. It was obvious who ever had this TV didn't watch it much and kind of left it to rot.
Once the elevator reaches the fourth floor, the doors pry open with a groan and you step out. Your hands were starting to hurt from carrying it, but your room wasn't too far. With aching steps, you get to your apartment and shoulder your door open after unlocking it. Inside is your sanctuary from customer complaints and the smell of oil and grease that radiated off you after every grueling shift.
Finally, you set the TV down on the old stand you had for the decommissioned one you had off to the side and let your arms rest.
"Fuck, that felt like it was never gonna end," You groan, tilting your neck to let it pop. "Now let's see what's up with you." You add, plugging the TV into the nearby outlet to see what you were working with and it didn't even turn on. "Great, did I just lug a piece of junk all the way up here?" You mutter, giving the TV a good smack to see if there is any reaction. A flicker came from the screen, showing a possibility of fixing it. Alright, it's possible to get it to work.
For hours, you find yourself hunched over your new TV, taking pieces off and fixing some faulty wires inside that seemed like they were probably cut. It was odd since there seemed to be no exterior damage besides the screen. Besides, the crack would not cause this kind of damage. It's almost like an invisible knife cut through the inside. Luckily, with some wires and bits and bobs you stole from your old TV, you slowly put the TV back together. Even your old TV had the same screen like they were similar models.
As you click the brown shell back on the front with the new screen in place, you plug it in once more only for the screen to flicker to life and start playing a sitcom.
"Fuck, I actually fixed it." You mutter, grabbing the remote from your coffee table. You click some of the buttons to see if it will change channels and it did, flickering from some child cartoons, old sitcoms, a cheesy romcom, and a Godzilla-type film.
Feeling proud of yourself, you stand to your feet with a smile pulling at the corners of your lips.
"Finally." You mutter to yourself, still feeling the grease on your work uniform against your skin. You could finally shower and fresh up and then enjoy some TV. You walk off, leaving the TV running as you go to shower the grease and sweat from your dead-end job away.
The muffled voices of the sitcom you let run can be heard through the thin walls of your apartment as you step into the bathroom, as if they were keeping you company. Letting the warm water run over your body as you step into the shower relieves the pain in your sore joints. As you step out of the shower, you feel rejuvenated as you wrap yourself in a towel, walking to your bedroom as the muffled laugh track of a sitcom follows.
After getting into some comfortable pajamas, the voices cut out abruptly, making you curse under your breath thinking the TV died again. Stepping out of your room, you head towards your main room only to stop.
It was only like 7 PM, it should not be this dark. A wall of darkness obscures your main room but you could see the rest of your hallway just fine. It's like its just a pitch black wall before you. You look down to see some black smoke billowing around the floor like fog, making you curse thinking you set off an electrical fire with your DIY wire-work.
"Oh fuck!" You curse as you rush into the darkness only to feel like the carpet below your feet disappeared and you began to fall. Letting out a scream as it felt like you were falling stories down into a pit of void, your body finally collides with a pile of snow with a grunt.
The freezing cold sends a shock through your body as you scramble to get up, dusting yourself off only to get a good look at yourself, realizing your skin was a greenish blue and that you were wearing a... leather coat with some baggy jeans and a band shirt for... Lightners Live? What kind of band was that?
Your head felt like it was spinning as you tried to gather yourself as you looked out to see an expanse of snowy hills and a billowing black energy beam off in the distance that somehow contrasted the black starry sky.
What is this place? You mentally ask yourself as you waddle out of the oddly convenient snowpile.
A bright light snaps you from your thoughts, making you look around to see some sort of spotlight was on you as you wince to comprehend your surroundings.
"What a SPECTACULARLY AMAZING job you did! Patching me up like that when I was at my absolute lowest point, what a compassionate star you are!" an eccentric voice boomed from an unknown source. "Everything went black and I really thought that was the end for my OUTSTANDING game shows and sitcoms and the curtains would finally close! But you, you, you put me back together!" The voice boomed as a clapping track began to resound and multicolored confetti filled the air.
"What is this? Who are you?!" You called out, the words leaving your lips before you could stop them.
"Haha, I was hoping you'd ask!" The voice echoed only for a second spotlight to shine before you to reveal a towering figure before you. The figure was humanoid but with exaggerated male proportions, broad shoulders empathized by a red suit jacket with shoulder pads. A lemon yellow tie hung from the collar of his white undershirt. He had black slacks on his long legs accompanied with yellow leather shoes and a golden belt buckle of a television. Where his head would be sat a lavender television with deep periwinkle antennas. His face was the television's large white screen with a cartoony grin and a long cone-shaped nose.
"My name is Mr. "Ant" Tenna, your friendly TV host right here in this dark world!" He proclaimed, raising his gloved hands in the air in excitement as he beamed with a radiating pride.
"Dark... world?" You question, taking a small step back as you look up at this looming figure. Despite him having no visible eyes, you could feel his gaze on you as his head tilted down to look at you as he put his hands down.
"Oh! You're new around these parts, aren't you? No one has taught you THE ROPES? Well, don't fret! I can teach you the ins-and-outs of this place! You have any questions to start, hmm?" He questioned, leaning down closer to you as if to get a closer look at you.
"Okay... Well, how do I get out?" You question only for him to freeze up.
"Get... out?" were the only words he could muster before went silent, his screen face turning pitch black as his head tilted down as if he was looking at the floor.
Suddenly, he reeled back in a nearly contagious fit of laughter "Ha! Hahaha! You're very funny, my star! What a HUMOROUS joke! Isn't that right, folks?" He asked out to the air only for a laugh track to ensue. "My STAR, you just got here! And I must say you have a face built for the BIG SCREEN! So why not stay awhile, see what I have in store for you!" He stated, patting the top of your head like a pet.
"Well, uh, I'm honored with your... compliment, but I don't think I belong here." You muttered, pulling back from his touch.
"Nonsense! The Knight wouldn't give this dark world another chance if it wasn't meant for anyone!" He bantered before snapping his fingers and a door you didn't even realize was there opened, its double doors agape as if beckoning you to get closer. To this, he began to swagger past you. "Now, come, we have plenty of things in store!"
"Wait a minute, I didn't agree to anything!" You called out as he stopped before the double doors.
"You... don't want to be a star?" He asked, his voice once so boisterous now bordering on pathetic. Slowly, he began to shrink, his antennas going slack as to display disappointment. "Oh, geez, did I go too far? I just got so excited and..." He muttered as he shrank into himself. "...I just wanted to make you happy... I can see the bags under your eyes and I thought I could cheer up at least one person... I guess I failed at that too..." He muttered, shrinking down to your height with his back still turned to you. For some reason, your heart churned at his disappointment. You had worked so hard to bring him back only to deny him...
"Wait." You find the words leaving your mouth before you could thinking it through. "I'll play along, please don't be upset." You fawned, taking steps closer to him as your new boots crushed the snow beneath them.
"Really?" He spoke up, sounding a hint hopeful before shooting back up to his normal size and doing a little jig out of excitement.
"OH BOY! You scared me there for a second! Now, MY SHINING STAR! We have plenty of things to do!"
SONG OF THE FIC: A HUMAN'S TOUCH — TWRP FT. MCKENNA RAE
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What happened to Yandere Viktor and the reader who is immunocompromised? I'm curious, could you do a bonus?
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YANDERE!VIKTOR X IMMUNOCOMPROMISED!READER — REQUESTED EPILOGUE
PREVIOUS CHAPTER ⇠
ABSTRACT: There is no price for perfection, only an end to pursuit
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the last thing I will write of this fic as a final goodbye due to a request. I'm glad y'all liked it so much!
CONTENT WARNINGS: gender neutral reader, major character death, mentions of genocide, unhappy ending, very short
WORD COUNT: 350+
VIKTOR'S YANDERE ARCHETYPE: delusional, protective
Viktor, knowing what he knew now, wished he had the power to turn back the hands of time.
He had only wanted to fix you, to fix himself, to fix everyone. To rid the world of illness and famine and bring perfection and utopia to the world. To tear the walls that held dystopias appressed and the sick getting sicker. That was all he yearned for: to rid the world of imperfections:
But he learned imperfections is what makes things human. He learned that beauty could be within even the most jeopardizing and malicious imperfections. Those plagued with illness and disability, and those who were given an unfair hand in life, those who had to suffer with what little the world gave them: people like you. People like him.
There was beauty in between the lines of those imperfections, and every single one built people up even if they tried to tear them down.
You.
You were someone just like him. Someone who was given a shitty hand and forced to grin and bear it. Like a wildflower growing up between slabs of concrete on the sidewalk, the beauty of its petals rivaling even the finest roses of Piltover's florist shops.
None of it mattered now though, not anymore.
He had told you to trust him, thinking it would work out, but it only ended with you being a statue of arcane stone with flora growing over your form: withered and forever frozen in time. Your hand still reached out to grab his that fateful day, the day everything changed.
He looked down at you longingly, as if staring at you long enough would bring you back as his hand dusted over yours. Everyone had been gone for a long time. No more Piltover, no more Zaun, no more you.
The world now stood as a mockery to his fruitless efforts. The perfection he yearned for for so long already arrived, only for it to be a husk of what he imagined it to be.
There was no price to perfect, only an end to pursuit.
CW: Disability, Lifelong Conditions, Mental Health Issues, Chronic Pain, Medical Trauma, Addiction
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Hello lovelies, Lovesick here.
I’d like to explain where I’ve been and why I’ve been gone.
When I started this account I had a lot of plans and still do. However, my health quickly deteriorated and I developed multiple lifelong conditions that are incurable from the ages of 22-24. My physical health has deteriorated to the point I am now physically disabled and unable to move around properly and I am in constant pain from the waist down. I have seen doctor’s offices and hospitals more than my own home as of late and it has taken a large toll on my quality of life and mental state. This is the main reason why I stayed away from this blog as I sort of feel like the “fanfic writer curse” is real.
In regards to the cause, my medical team and I have only a vague idea of the underlying cause of these issues and I am currently under study and lab work.
I think this is understandable why I’ve stepped back from the blog.
Until now.
Why am I coming back?
While I fear that my health will deteriorate further, I am currently recovering from an addiction that fried my dopamine receptors and let me escape from my current situation. I have learned this addiction is unhealthy and have deleted all sources of it from my life.
I am coming back to fanfic writing as a way to recover from my addiction as a different and more healthy way to escape.
Keep in mind, my fanfics will be few and far between and I may be rusty but I want to try again.
I hope you are all patient and understanding with me.
I will continue the fanfics I left (Subterfuge, The Diner, Ascendancy, and more). However, I may be slow to update.
Thank you all for your patience and love and I hope to post more in the future.
Can’t wait to see what the future holds.
Too Much Love,
Lovesick
Also, expect a revamp to the account with layouts and shit.
Working on this on mobile, I’ll fix the formatting later
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YANDERE!TENNA X LIGHTNER!READER — IN DRAFTS
Young and broke, you find a cracked TV outside someone’s house at the curb. On an impulsive decision, you take the TV home unaware what you just brought with it.
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ABSTRACT: After returning to your normal life, a month flies by with silence from the Eye of Zaun until one fateful eve where the shop bell chimes, but for whom does it toll?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic was once named "A Corrupt Covenant" but was renamed to "Subterfuge" in order to keep the one-word naming scheme of my fics! Also sorry for taking so long, I took a break from social media for my mental health!
CONTENT WARNINGS: dark themes, yandere behavior, intimidation/coercion, swearing, drug use, utilization of witchcraft, manipulation, mentions of drug dealing, sensual touching(?), drugging, implied stalking, gaslighting, manipulation, kidnapping, paranoia, intense scopaesthesia, anxiety, brief body horror
TAGS: gender neutral reader, no pronouns for reader/"y/n", no use of "y/n", no descriptors of reader/(y/n) (age, appearance, etc...) , witchcraft in the fic uses actual witchcraft elements from real life with their real benefits (crystal chips, wax, herbs, etc...) not just the fantasy version of witchcraft, author is a witch irl and is using his arcane knowledge in this fic, author is not the best at describing biology terms, Silco calls reader "darling" and "dear" instead of (y/n), finally got some full-blown yandere action in this one.
(N)SFW?: SFW
WORD COUNT: 3.5k+
SILCO’S YANDERE ARCHETYPE: possessive, manipulative
Business was back to normal; well, as normal as it could be.
With everything that happened with Silco, it was hard for you to adjust back to your normal routine. Your form would always tense when the shop bell rang its chime accompanied by the whine of the front door, always expecting it to be The Eye of Zaun. Even your regulars began to notice how antsy you were, some even asking if you were okay. However, you would always give them a reluctant smile and inform them that you were fine, even when it was obvious you weren't.
Days turned into weeks and you had nothing from Silco besides a resounding silence, leaving you glancing over your shoulder every night on your walk home. Well, at least more than you usually did. Every single day, you could feel unseen eyes gnawing through your skin, peeling back your mind layer by layer. You knew someone was watching you or maybe you were just losing your mind in anticipation for the drug lord's reappearance.
Did the altered shimmer work? If so, why hasn't he come to see you yet? They might be still testing it. But for this long?
Thoughts swirled in your mind as you tried your best to do your job and fulfill arcane commissions, listening to the patchwork clock announce the unwavering march of time:
Tick... Tick... Tick...
With a shaky sigh, you sprinkled some dried lavender buds into the swirling concoction before you: a tranquility potion for a client.
How ironic.
Stirring the dried flowers into the concoction, you watched as they danced along with the ebbing and flowing oils and herbs in the glass vial. As you mixed the potion, your gaze shifted to the calendar that hung over your desk like an omen. An entire month had slipped by since you last laid eyes on Silco in that forsaken laboratory, making your anxieties restless in your sleep-deprived mind. Your sunken eyes fell back to the potion as you withdrew the stir stick from the glass container, popping a cork on top to seal the vial's contents.
The shop bell let out a mocking chime, a grim warning, as the front door groaned and shuddered on its rusted hinges. Goosebumps riddled your skin as you glanced over at the patchwork clock.
9:50 PM
Okay, probably just the customer who asked for the tranquility spell.
"Come in." You called out, only to be greeted by the haunting sound of disquieting footfalls on the shop's wooden floor. Your hairs stood on edge as the uncanny sound of sturdy boots grew near, accompanied by the smell of cigar smoke and leather.
Silco.
"Ah, have you been expecting me? How endearing." The Eye of Zaun's voice rang out as the footfalls grew ever closer. With acquiescence in your movements, you spun around the stool top you were sitting on, turning to face the drug lord who stood at your counter, just like when you two first met. Silco's eyes bore down into yours as you met his heterochromic gaze, unwavering and unsettling. You could feel your heart pounding in your ears once more.
Silco seemed to pick up on your uneasiness, leaning forward to place his arm on your counter.
"You seem uneasy, dear. What is the matter? I can assure you that I mean no harm." Silco questioned, his lips carved into that sardonic grin that seemed to harbor only ill intentions. You could only fathom the way that crooked grin had beguiled and swindled countless people before you as you swallowed your trepidation back.
"How did the testing go?" You queried, gently putting the tranquility potion in its holder. Silco's gaze tracked your hand with a slow, unsettling precision before snapping back to yours, his eyes dark with unreadable intent.
"Ah, straight to the point, are we?" He bantered, reaching into his pocket to retrieve out a folded-up piece of parchment. With agonizing slowness, Silco unfolded the paper, each deliberate movement dragging out the silence until it felt unbearable. "I gave your formula to Singed for him to experiment with and these were his findings." Silco declared, sliding the paper on the counter towards you.
Your gaze dropped to the crumpled parchment, skimming the chaotic sprawl of numbers and calculations from Singed, each figure blurring into the next as a sick, creeping unease tightened in your chest. In his experiment, Singed did a control group with regular Shimmer and then your altered Shimmer. Analyzing at the numbers, your Shimmer variant seemed to greatly decrease the size of the tumors grown in patients. The growths were still there, but much less so. Reading the results, you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.
"Safe to say, Singed was very pleased with the results," Silco explained, his fingers tapping softly against the counter. “And, so was I.” His voice was low, almost dangerous. With fluidity, Silco’s hand slid from the counter to your jawline in one swift, claiming motion, gripping it with a tenderness so startling it sent a shiver down your spine. His cold, calloused grasp seemingly forced your eyes to meet his cold ones. You couldn’t help but sense a lump of consternation form in your larynx, causing strain in your vocal cords as you went to speak:
“Thank you.” was all you could muster, the words barely escaping from your quivering lips. A raspy snicker elicited from Silco’s throat at your uttered words, seemingly pleased from your reaction.
“I should be the one thanking you, darling. You’ve proved yourself to be a priceless asset to the advancement of Shimmer,” Silco declared, his eyes seemingly dissecting your facial features as if committing them to memory.
“However…”
The single word slithered from Silco’s scarred lips, cold and deliberate, threading its way down your spine like a blade of ice. You froze as if every muscle in your form turned to stone, hardening up under his gaze.
“H-However?” You uttered, the words barely forming as fear clawed wildly through your psyche. Silco’s lopsided smirk once again spread across his lips, displaying his crooked teeth.
“However, it is not perfect. There is room for improvements,” Silco explained, his fingers pressing firmly against your jaw, his gaze murky and unwavering. “You see, the growths, while less so, are still appearing in some subjects.” He explained as his grip on your jaw slowly faltered, his looming form retreating back to the other side of the counter. The drug lord slipped his hand into his pocket to retrieve another folded sheet of parchment, unfolding it gently before placing it down before you.
As you glanced down upon this newly revealed sheet of creased parchment, a crude sketch was displayed of an in-depth analysis of the Shimmer-induced tumors from someone’s arm, surgically sliced open to show its grotesque innards. You couldn’t prevent yourself from physically recoiling in disgust as a grimace pulled at your expression, your nails boring into the porous countertop. A soft yet raspy chuckle could be heard from Silco as he gestured to the putrid illustration before you.
“Don’t be so coy, this sketch was an analysis done by Singed on a patient with the regular Shimmer growths.” Silco explained, his lithe fingers dancing across the inky lines of the illustration as if soaking in every detail. Your gaze followed his pointer finger as it glided across the paper to point out the core of the tumor: a fleshy amalgamation.
“This is the very center of the control group growth, pulsating and writhing with inflammation and infection.” The Eye of Zaun explained before flipping the parchment over to reveal another sketch of a much smaller growth, yet the illustration still showed putrid detail.
“This is the growth that grew in result of our experiment: much smaller, yet still present.” Silco uttered, his slender fingers once again tracing the inked lines of the illustration. “This is a vast improvement, but I know you can do better than this.” He added, his hands slowly retreating from the pieces of creased parchment that lay before you.
“So, what do you want me to do?” You queried, your gaze shifting up to stare up at The Eye of Zaun.
“More, dear. I want you to do more.” Silco rasped, resting both hands onto the counter with a whimper of stress from the wooden surface before leaning in, his breathing sharp and dangerous with the floorboards groaning under the weight of his sturdy boots. “I want you to try again, see how you can improve upon your previous work.” He added, the words rolling off his silver tongue.
You tensed, realizing this meant even more hours grinding away at Shimmer with no real choice in the matter, developing the substance that was tearing Zaun apart. Anxiety churned in your gut as you came to terms with the fact that it was far too late to back out of an experiment you wish you never agreed to.
Silco looked down at your form expectantly, waiting for the answer you knew you had to give. With reluctance, you sighed softly as you rose from your stool, your whole body feeling stiff.
"When do you want me to start?" You relented, garnering a sly grin from the drug lord before you.
"As soon as possible."
The sound of your pen scratching against the pale parchment before you filled your ears, accompanied by the ghostly hisses and crackles of oil lamp beside you. Your weary eyes zoned in on the inked sigils and runes that lay bare before you, analyzing their every stroke and the affirmations attached to them through your intentions. Some were tipped with arrows at the end, some had runes in their sigils, some were just basic Norse runes like Algiz and Uruz. But what to use in Shimmer still baffled you. The rosemary and clear quartz worked well, but every other crystal and herb you could think of didn't help, leading to you to turn to sigils and runes to assist you on your endeavor.
Footfalls muffled by the walls interrupted your train of thought, but they didn't sound like Silco's. No, these were lighter and there seemed to be two sets.
"Can't believe he's doing all this for some fuckin' mage." The voice was gruff and raspy, one you didn't recognize.
"Tch, I hear ya, it's stupid." A different, unknown voice replied as the footfalls stopped beside the aged, wooden door to the laboratory.
Your grip on your pen subconsciously loosened as you listen intently, your attention averted from the sprawled sigils and runes before you to the door.
“I mean, I get the reason of makin’ Shimmer better, but did he really need those men to put together that lab? Like, did the magical prick really need a whole new addition to The Last Drop? The construction was loud as hell back in March.”
What?
Confusion sliced through you as you gazed around the circular room you’d been spending your restless nights in. March? You didn’t even talk to Silco until May. Observing the laboratory, the room seemed aged with the cyan patina on the copper beams and ivy sprawling in tendrils across the pale yellow walls. There was even some chipping in the paint on the wall. How could it be new? And why? You never asked for anything, really. Especially not back in March.
Slowly standing from your desk, moving your stiff joints as you listened intently.
“Yeah, he even said he wanted a domed ceiling in the room. It was a pain in the ass for the builders so they used copper beams to uphold it. Silco didn’t like that so he demanded we slap some cyan paint on it to look older.” The second voice rasped followed by the sound of a lighter clicking then a sigh.
Looking up at the ceiling, you squinted to take a closer look at the beams supporting the domed ceiling. You didn’t see it at first, but then you noticed there was some accidental specks and lines of cyan paint on the ceiling adjacent the faux patina encapsulating patches of the beams.
Why would they do that? Why make it look older?
Glancing at the calendar beside your desk, you saw today’s date circled in ink: June 28th. Flipping forward May’s page showed your previous scribblings starting on May 15th and ending on May 23rd when you got paid and left. That means the room you were in was pre-orchestrated back in March. You didn’t even talk to him until May, so why would he get this built for you two months before your first encounter?
As you slowly inched toward the ivy tendrils draping the wall, the hum of conversation blurred and muffled into a distant murmur, your attention solely on the foliage before you as you reached out towards a single leaf. You gently bent the leaf down to see the gilded light of the oil lantern reflect off the leaf with a faux sheen.
It was fake.
Your gaze was drawn to underneath the leaf to see a minuscule, viridescent tie anchoring the stem to the wall. Your gaze drifted along the stem to see many more of these ties, conveniently masked under manufactured leaves.
It was all fake.
But why? Why make everything look old? Hell; why build a whole room just for you? There had to be at least some rooms in The Last Drop left unoccupied. Why make a new room just for your deal with Silco? And why was it made months before you two even spoke?
You heard the two individuals walking away from the laboratory door, bantering about something irrelevant. You felt yourself get drawn into deep thought, trying to wrap your head around your growing amount of questions.
Something far greater must had been unfolding in the shadowy depths of The Last Drop: something you were supposed to stay oblivious to.
A secret you weren’t supposed to know.
Stepping back from the faux ivy, you glanced around the laboratory, now understanding why the tomes and their shelves never harbored dust and always had that new book smell. Confusion swirled restlessly in your very core as you slumped into your chair, staring off into space as you tried to connect the piece to this incomplete puzzle.
“Am I interrupting something?” The beguiling, raspy voice of Silco rang out, snapping you from your daze. Shifting your gaze from the wall, you glanced at Silco holding a cup of tea on a saucer as he drew near, the sound of his haunting footfalls filling the room.
You instinctively fixed your posture, shifting in your chair as The Eye of Zaun halted beside you. With a gentle motion, Silco placed the teacup and its saucer on your desk amidst the chaotic sprawl of parchment and shimmer vials with a soft clink.
“Figured you could use something to take the edge off, especially since you’ve been so diligently working on our project,” Silco explained, tilting his head as he loomed over you with a crooked smirk on his lips. “Figured you wouldn’t like my way of taking the edge off, unless you’d like a cigar?” He derided, plucking a cigar from his pocket.
“I’ll stick to the tea, thank you.” You spoke softly, glancing down at the tea awkwardly. The druglord let a raspy chuckle escape his lips as he brought the cigar to his lips, pulling out a lighter.
“Suit yourself, dear.” He remarked, lighting the tip of the cigar ablaze.
Inspecting the tea before you, you realized it was your favorite from that quaint street vendor you liked, usually talking to her about herbology and such, as you recognized her hand drawn logo on the teabag’s tag. You must have been studying too long as Silco spoke up after taking a long drag of his cigar.
“Ah, is that not the right tea? I thought I told Sevika to ask the vendor for your usual.” He questioned in a tone that harbored an inkling of disappointment, pulling the cigar from his mouth as smoke seeped from his scarred lips. Things began to click in place, that’s why she was so anxious when giving your tea last week. But why did she send Sevika to get you your favorite tea? How did he even know it was your favorite?
“I-It’s correct, but how did you know it was my favorite tea shop?” The words escaped your lips only for Silco to tense slightly, taking a deep drag of his cigar before exhaling a thick plume from his lips.
“Ah, you mentioned it in one of your sleep-deprived rants when I came to check on you yesterday.” Silco explained, striking confusion into your core. He didn’t come to see you yesterday.
“Ah, I-I don’t recall a meeting from yesterday.” You muttered softly, picking up the teacup gently.
“You must have forgotten. It was late and you were exhausted.” He dismissed with a wave of his hand like it was common knowledge. Did you meet with him yesterday? You didn’t remember doing so.
Shaking your mind from confusion, your eyes shifted down to your tea. A strange feeling washed over you as you when you glanced at your reflection rippling in the beverage steeped with a teabag of your favorite mix of herbs. Its complexion looked unblemished; yet, something deep within you was weary of it.
“Is something the matter? You haven’t even touched your tea.” Silco remarked, gently grasping the tea cup and inched it towards you, the scuffing against the wood feeling like nails on a chalkboard to your ears.
“Ah, n-nothing.” You uttered, picking up the teacup with gentle hands. The fine china felt innocent and unassuming in your touch, maybe you were just being paranoid.
Raising the tea to your lips, you took a gentle sip as the taste undid the tension in your shoulders. It tasted completely fine, you must just be paranoid. However, The Eye of Zaun smirked softly at your consumption of the tea.
“Drink it up, it’ll get cold if you leave it alone,” He derided, placing a gentle yet cold hand on your shoulder nearing your nape. “You deserve to relax after all the stress you’ve been under, darling.” He continued, absentmindedly rubbing circles into your shoulder with his calloused hand. It was… odding calming, almost too calming as you took a larger sip, gently setting the cup down on the saucer.
“Thank you.” You replied, leaning back slightly in your chair. It felt like the first time in ages when you didn’t feel tense, even with the Eye of Zaun almost breathing down your neck.
Then, it hit.
You knew what happened the second your vision was spinning and you felt lightheaded. Your body felt too heavy for itself as you felt like you were floating.
“Are you alright?” The druglord asked, feigning concern as you knew he spiked the tea. Realizing you should have trusted your intuition, you tried to stand only to collapse back to your chair, Silco’s arms quickly grasping at you and ensconcing you into his embrace.
“Shh, shh, just let it happen.” He cooed, running his fingers through your hair as your head lazily lolled into his sternum. Silco seemed amused at this as he hummed softly, like he had won something.
