#peli writes

[pelibirdie]

Summary: Facing against the reality of you passing one day, the monsters of Eridia cannot seem to be willing to let you go from their grasps just yet. Battling against time, their conscious, and third parties, they seem pretty adamant on never letting you go. Thoughts run in their head as you simply sleep through the night.

⚠️Warning⚠️: This piece contains possessive and obsessive behavior, potential drugging (doesn’t happen but is attempted), slight mentions of gore, mentions of death, lots of hypothetical non-consensual actions to make MC live forever but nothing explicit. If I missed anything let me know!

Fic under the cut! Feedback appreciated❤️🌓

Kuras held your sleeping body. Though he did not sleep, his hands rested on your pulse, his fingertips felt the light thrumming on your neck. Your weight felt comforting. Your heart against his felt like a promise bound to be broken.

“Oh life, how fragile you are…”

Kuras contemplated not letting you go. He contemplated taking a small bite out of his own soul and feeding it to you, keeping you alive and in his arms for years to come. Unharmed, unreachable, and everlasting like the sun. Who could not use a bit of his strength? A bit of his heart? A part of his divine soul.

You were stronger than your curse, a miracle. A short-lived life of even seventy years would be such a waste for someone, no- something like you. You could be safe under him, his gaze, his warmth. Close to the hearth of his chest where he could feel your life. Can’t he do that for you? Can’t he disguise his desire to keep you alive, well, and around him under the lie of helping your curse?

Allmother, it was selfish. So incredibly selfish. His own heart ached in shame. Not because this urge of his was selfish, but because he did not care that it was. Going as far as to admit his corruption seemed to crack through him- in moments so tender, so time-bound. But how could it not? He loved humanity and you, and if he could get you to love it, if you could just stay longer-

Kuras moved his hand over your head, fingertips dancing like sparks towards your scalp. He slowly bent your head under his chin. But not before planting a kiss. He sighed shakily, containing the desire to cage you in. His arms snaked around your figure, slowly encapsulating you in a suffocating wave of heat. You only budged a little, but did not wake up. He knew better- he knows better than you. You just need to see it, be nudged to it if need be.

Kuras cannot lose you.

Leander lay on top of you on the plush mattress of his room. Skin to skin, it was already intimate enough that you were not in the spare room Leander gave you, but his. Unarmoured without his clothes or his winning smile. Your body laid sound asleep under him. Leander’s emerald eyes danced across your features, drinking your face in and engraving you into his memory.

It had occurred to him a while back that you don't need to go. You don't need to be pried out of his cold hands by death. Even now, you were being visited by the younger sibling of death; sleep. He could not truly bring himself to close his eyes around you. He let you out of his sight once and there you went, meeting the monstrosities Eridia had to offer. So what if one took you with them? To the otherworld? What if they snatched your soul away from his. The thought sent an eerie chill in his bones. He remembered death. Rotting skin feeding the earth, lilies sprouting in the soil watered by blood. Leaving mere bones in the wake. Death by his tongue sounded beautiful once. But the first taste of the once inescapable moral fear only pushed Leander further from sleep and rest. But perhaps if he had endured death, so could you. Hells, it could even be easier for you. You can contain your curse, you can endure the few incantations here and there. Rituals to rid you of mortal constraints. Bit by bit. Just like him. You would want that- Leander will do anything to ensure that you will want it. To run from death with him. Pull a few strings here and there, call in some good favors, give some ‘hopeless’ information and maybe this all could happen faster than Leander could blink.

Leander lifted himself up and planted a kiss on your neck, right where your heart pumped out your life. Your blood. You shifted in your sleep. Good, you were still alive.

Now all Leander needed was a plan.

Hushed whispers danced in Ais’ mind as he took another drag from his cigarette. Red eyes observed you as you lay asleep in his bed in the Seaspring. The eyes of the soulless watched you intently. Observing any movement. The most pristine of ears could catch your heartbeat. Listen to the different currents of blood in your veins. Perhaps out of all the monsters in the room the one watching you most intently was him. Occudeus. Followed by Ais.

What? Was he supposed to let you go into the night? The territory ahead might be his, but Eridia was not. Something could happen. Knowing the streets, something would happen. Ais leaned back, his horned head hitting the crumpling papers of wishes and notes written and long lost on the pillar within the Seaspring.

“It is inevitable.” The distorted voice powered over the many whispers.

“Death is inevitable. Unless…” Ais dragged his eyes over to the calm red waves dancing across the Seaspring. A ripple danced through.

“I’m not letting them become one of those mush-brained puppets of yours.” His voice was harsh but quiet as he whispered into the silent caves. Ais took another drag from his cigarette. He was running fast out of the cigarettes these days. They didn’t silence the voices like they used to.

“They won’t be anything when they are dead. You ‘like their shitty personality’? You think in a few years their personality will still be the same? A few decades and they will be gone. Preserve the feeling- the moment. Make them drink.”

It made so much sense. Why not? Ais shook his head. He did not want to let go of the way you made him feel the way he felt so seen, so…shamelessly himself. If only Occudeus could preserve you. Perhaps another deal would be all right. Ais bent down, scooping a handful of the red waters of the Seaspring. Small droplets fell as he made his way to his bed, where you would not even budge if he were fast enough. A few droplets fell on the cream sheets before Ais took a good look at your face. ‘Common’ sense viciously reasserted itself. He snapped, hurling the water, leaving traces of red on walls and the sheets like hints in a crime scene.

It was too early to let you sip it.

“Not yet.”

Vere had envisioned it all already; the day he breaks out of the collar; back to the days when he was properly revered as a God, and not as a hunting dog for the Senobium; the wanton carnage he wished to release onto the city, only to then take you away from Eridia. He the God, and you, his first follower after freedom. Vere brushed his fur as he stared into the mirror, far too satiated with himself after finding you passed out in an alley. Bleeding. It excited him, he took your body in, patched you up, you would be oh so grateful when you woke up. By the time Vere was done stitching your flesh back together, his hands were the same color as his hair. Vere leaned over to the mirror, patting the blood on his fingers to his lips, leaving a red tint that was just his color. Oh you were just made for him weren’t you?

Vere washed his hands off, took you to a clean place like his bed, and started his nightly routine as if you were not laid unconscious in his bed.

The cold metal of the collar clinked as he turned his head, immediately setting him off. His face soured in irritation and ears flickered. He had to look divine by the time you woke up. You had to see for yourself just how easy it was for him to heal you, to care for you, just as he had you believe he could tear the muscle off of anything's bones. You believed in Vere’s destruction, then you could believe in Vere’s creation as well, the very reason why the tomes spoke of people's love for him. Perhaps you could learn to love and fear as they did, only from a closer proximity this time.

He could use these chains for something else. For someone else. Perhaps after he is freed, he could bind you instead. The very chains that bound him to the Senobium, now binding you to him. To provide him with your unwavering loyalty, love, and devotion. Vere would promise to be generous with you. You could be all his but have your free time, just like he does with the Senobium now. Untouchable for the prying hands of many…except time. For now. Vere put his brush down as he looked into his own eyes in the mirror. With the chains, no one could take you but death. And if Vere was anything, it was long-lived. Going back to being alone so soon after merely seventy years if you were lucky…no. That would not do.

Vere picked up his sketchbook and a charcoal pencil, sitting down across the bed as he started drawing soft shapes, intentional lines. Small ways to memorize you. Preserve you. Sketching with heavy thoughts.

Now who in his list of ‘friendly favors’ had the skill to immortally bind you to him…

It’s rather fortunate that you forgot to close the blinds of your room for the night. A pair of eyes looked over your sleeping figure, as you were comfortably nestled between your sheets and the pillows. Talon-like fingers scratched on the glass as a beast crouches, perched on your windowsill. Silent yet observant. Grotesque tar-colored wings blocked the light trying to enter your room.

The eerily extended limbs rested on the glass, as Mhin took a small breath fogging their vision from the outside. The monster had small bird like screeches in their head; they couldn’t tell what it was trying to say. But they could feel it. It was all instinct, after all. Like the time they grabbed you last minute before you got mauled by a soulless. Or that one time Senobium clerics seemed to be on your tail. The bird-like monster cocked its head to the side, little white strands of hair fell into the watery eyes of something not quite beast, yet not quite Mhin either. Absurdly wide pupils observed your figure in the dark. The little muscle movements you made, the tossing and turning in your sheets, the disturbed facial expression you were making from a possible nightmare. The instincts were screaming at Mhin now:

”Death! Death! They will get caught. Inevitable. Danger! Danger!” It wasn’t coherent, but it surely was loud. It rang inside Mhins’ head, disoriented from the sheer pain throughout their body and the sudden alarm. Oh gods, the instinct was right again, it was inevitable. Death is inevitable. You were more a foreigner to Eridia than them, you almost died four times, you are getting close to them…Your death is inevitable…

Unless Mhin can do something about it. Could they turn you to a beast too? Would you live longer if you were, if you shared this curse? To share this pain with someone. Mhin would never wish the way their bones warped themselves every night, the way their skin ripped every time the hair on their body turned into feathers sticky in their own blood. Nor would they ever wish for this creature to be in your head; Their ear piercing screeches to boggle your mind, hurl you into a state of panic and disorientation. But a part of them wanted to be seen. To be understood. Were you already not searching for a cure with them?…Your searches had been fruitless so far… weren't they?

Perhaps the smartest thing to do would be to not let you out of their sight. Keep you company wherever, watch over you in your sleep, guard you from a distance… But oh, how Mhin yearned to be close to you despite the danger. To get under your skin. To live and to keep you for themselves. The beast screeched inside their head. “Take! Fly away! Safe! Take! Hide away!”

The glass cracked a little- Mhin leaned too hard when watching over you. A shard stuck on their absurdly long, sharp fingers. Glass piercing through a mix of skin and feathers. Suddenly erupting into a screech, Mhin flew away.

Mhin could only hope you did not see them.

With the way your current research on a cure was going, perhaps they could start looking into ways to share the curse.

A/N: ts pmo tumblr didn’t let me post my internet is shit UGH anyway have fun pookies I rlly wanted to add an Opeli(my mc) version of this but ig that will have to wait. Anywayyyyuh comments and feedback are appreciated!!! 💜✨🌕

Feel free to drop requests but know that there are 600 year old tortoise that are faster than me <3

[pelibirdie]

Kiss of a Feather: Mhin x Reader

Summary: After a rough night with Mhin’s monster form, Kuras had to come by and check up on Mhin as per your request. It takes a different sort of love and trust to get Mhin like this, perhaps this is the first time in years Mhin has even been this calm after turning. Beyond the pending anxiety of transforming or worse, hurting someone close to them in monster form, Mhin seems comfortable enough in their relationship with you. Perhaps even to their surprise.

Very fluffy lots of kisses to spare Mhin from their impending doom in-game.

Warnings: NONE This is raw condensed fluff eat up in your own tooth rotting risk.

Mhin tussled and turned in the sheets of the bed. Their body sank onto the mattress below, feeling heavy. Their bones ached, their head pounded, and when trying to open their eyes, their vision was still blurry. They raised their hand to their head, shocked at the feeling of bandages under their fingertips.

“Oh, I think they are waking up. I best leave you two alone for some space now. Good luck. Feel free to come to me if any further complication occurs.”

That methodical voice. Kuras? Mhin raised themselves from bed, body aching at every moment. They were groaning by the time they got to rest their back against the wall behind them. Pale stands of hair fell in front of their face, tickling their nose.

“Hey- Ease up. Don’t move too much. Kuras said you need to rest today.” That voice. Mhin opened their eyes a little bit, trying to recall why MC was here let alone how Kuras got here (and was leaving) by the time they woke up. “Ugh.” Mhin let their head fall on your shoulder, hair falling from where they were resting their head on you like wisterias decorating a crumpling wall.

“What happened?” Mhin asked. They already knew from the way their body was patched up. Their curse must have taken over. Suddenly shooting up from their position, Mhin turned to face you, eyes frantically searching your body for wounds. Eventually their breaths slowed down, finally realizing the only bandages on you were the ones you used on your hands.

“..You’re okay.” Mhin breathed out a sigh of relief.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit when you turn.” You laughed, appreciating how caring Mhin was towards you, even when bedridden from pain.

“You invited Kuras over to my place? Why? I told you this place was only for us. When if he took something?” Mhin looked around, observing months of work on their stone walls.

Papers hung up, maps with areas circled, and notebooks upon notebooks of observations on monsters. And their latest experiment notes: your curse. It took you nothing short of months to gain Mhin’s trust, let alone enter their house. Every time you were over, you seemed to have a curfew to be sent back to the Wet Wick. But this time, when unease rose in your chest about Leander’s work, you reluctantly asked Mhin if you could stay. Mhin could not say no. Gosh, how could they? Panic had risen in their chest, trying to tidy up the place as if you too were not a part of the mess of this small apartment. Mhin had nothing to offer you other than a couch and their bed, some tea in the kitchen and fish for days in a row to feed upon.

“Oh come on, it’s Kuras.”

”Exactly! How do you know if he’s not- He is a good man. But I can feel something what if he took one of our notes-“

“Mhin.”

Mhin leaned back on the bed. “I know, no excessive movement.” You smiled at their pouty face, and watched as they tried their hardest not to crack under your gaze. This was a different Mhin from before.

“Must have held off pretty well against me.” Mhin rubbed their head; there was apparently a bump they had not noticed yet.

“Oh…ahaha…yeah. So. Would you believe me if I told you that I…did that?” Mhin looked at you, surprise in their eyes.

“Did you hit my head somewhere when you were dragging my unconscious body?” Mhin teased.

“No! I mean you were going all panic-y charging at me, so I bent a branch and-“

“Smacked me in the head?”

“Unconscious.”

Mhin looked down, their chin between their thumb an index. Thinking about something clearly important. “Good.”

What. “I said I hit you unconscious! Think about the brain damage!”

Mhin looked at you now, holding you by your shoulders. “MC, you defended yourself! I don’t blame you. This is good. You need to be able to hold off on your own.”

“Well I can!” You shouted.

“Clearly!” Mhin shouted back. Turning their head to the side and covering their mouth, you could almost see the crack of a smile forming. You leaned in, unaware of the lack of space on the bed. “…I’m just glad I didn’t hurt you. I don’t know if I would forgive myself.”

“You think of me that dearly?” You leaned in closer, your lips a breath away from the pale moon-like skin of the hunter in front of you. Mhin closed the gap between you two, cheeks flushed like it was dusted with roses.

“Always.” Mhin whispered as they pulled away slightly, and their cold fingers found their way to your cheek, gently tilting your head down.

“Don’t be shocked,” They say, as warm breath tickled your closed eyelids. Then you feel it. A slight warmth that feels like a touch of feathers in your eyelid, feeling almost ticklish: a kiss.

“Did you just kiss my eyes?” You rubbed your right eye, scratching the ticklish spot. Mhin lay back down, this time taking you with them to the little nest of pillows and blankets. You lay down, turning your arms away from Mhin, but keeping contact with your bodies. This was nice. The air stilled; it felt as if the world outside did not consist of horrors unknown to mankind, or that the two people in this room were not burdened with unknown curses and unspoken pain. This was it, the closest you could get to a taste of normalcy. With Mhin bandaged up from going haywire in their cursed monster self, after inviting in an absurdly strange doctor, and running away from a shady gang called Adderstone. And yet, within all the chaos, perhaps good existed. You felt it. And perhaps by the gentle kiss Mhin bestowed upon you, they felt it too.

“Yes. It’s usually done before long journeys, but I felt like it.” Mhin closed their eyes, resting. “If I cannot get up today, can you feed the cats?” You knew they were feeling shy by the change of topic, but it felt like nothing Mhin could say could break the intimacy of the moment.

“…Sure Mhin…” You turned to face them, watching the snowy eyelashes batter in close proximity to your presence. Your breath tickled their skin as you got closer and closer to the hunter’s face. Paying back your debt tenfold, Mhin scrunched their nose as your lips met their face at several points, skipping from nose to brow, from one beauty mark to another. The daylight lit Mhin’s face up, leaving them nowhere to hide the flush on their face. Your lashes tickled their cheekbones as you left one last kissto their cheek from above. Cursed hands trapped Mhin as you leaned over their eyes.

“May I?”

Mhin huffed, closing their eyes. “Be very gentle.”

You leaned in, your lips meeting their eyelid as gently as their lips did to yours moments ago.

“That really does tickle more than I thought it would.” Mhin scrunched their face, and also reached to scratch their face. Mhin did not want to open their eyes or meet your gaze. They just knew you had one of your most insufferable smiles, waiting and ready for them.

“You should stop.” Mhin raised their hand to cover your gaze. Their fingers and palm felt cold against your face.

”Stop what.”

”Grinning.”

”Im not grinning.” Liar.

”And I’m not a werebird you smacked unconscious."

“Hey! I said sorry-“

Mhin pushed themselves up, just a little to meet you in the middle, cutting your words short and leaving the sentence dry on your tongue. Unlike their hands, Mhin’s lips were awfully warm. The kiss is over as fast as it began, with Mhin retracting their hand from your face, bringing light to your vision once again.

You didn’t have it in you to make a single sound.

“Speechless? Good. I really need a nap after that night.” Mhin turned in bed, slowly pulling their legs closer to themselves, pretending as if they did not just subject you to one of the most warmth-inducing moments of your life. You lay beside them, making sure your arms were out of reach from the rest of their body. The sunlight seeped through the windows as you too felt the tiredness of last night sinking into your bones. Moments later, sleep took hold of both of your bodies, lulling you to temporary comfort.

Kuras walked back down the road with broken pavement stones to the clinic. Upon arrival, he walked back to the supplies, taking his coat off. Pulling out a chair and putting on his glasses, Kuras pulled pages of paper out of the inside of his coat. Long, well-written observations were signed with the letter “M” in the upper corner. Golden eyes went over rough sketches and pointed notes.

“37: Today we observed and did minor tests on mutated fish, testing the effect of the curse on animals. (Mutated or not, count and effect diagram below). So far we know of mind warping abilities. Subject told me the touch is “calming” for soulless. Because capturing one on the street is too hard, we are going small route.”

The following table consisted of times the fish were subjected to the touch, the amount, and effect list. The following page consisted of anatomical observations of the fish after the touch, followed by other small rodents.

“Interesting… Oh Mhin, if only you asked for help.”

Kuras put the papers away, and opened the clinic up for the day.

Peli’s notes✨🌓: Kuras you sneaky little- yeah I have a favorite what gave it away lol. Anyway we talked abt how intimate eye kisses were in TS discord so ofccccc I wanted to write for it. Very much tooth rotting fluff. As much as I love drawing Mhin go through basic inconvenient life situations, I also think they need some loveeeeee. Shoutout to Mhin fans you are seen. I see you. Duck Im gonna throw a brick at you without a kiss on it next-

ALSO IM LIKE, SOOOO FEELING THE STAINED GLASS AESTHETIC FOR INDIVIDUAL CHARACTERS LIKE WHAAAT- Blog curation Pelicore at it’s finest.

[pelibirdie]

❤️🦊A small Vere Drabble for Valentines day:

A/N: the Kuras and Mhin version of this is in the making I'm sorry Leander/Ais fans I deadass cannot write for them that well or just didn't get inspired that much for this one

Ok on with the fic have a nice meal Vere fans

There is literally nothing you can do to impress this guy. As someone who is probably already getting whatever he wants- and as someone who is VERY extravagant- perhaps the best course of action is to get an emotional gift. And if you can, making an emotional gift. Your hands turn the pen over, fiddling with it as you wait for inspiration to strike. There are some sketches, badly drawn in your opinion, that lay there. Some words written down, but none of them seem to convey how your really feel. It is exhausting at best and frustrating at worst. You had decided to write a letter and sketch Vere as a gift. But so far, your efforts have not been too fruitful. You leaned back on the chair, sighing as you decided to rest your eyes for a bit.

Then you felt it.

The presence of something heavy, cold and tickling. You opened your eyes to see Vere, who balanced himself on the back of your chair. His blood red hair draping itself over your face. “This looks ugly as shit.” He said as he brought one of the discarded sketches to your face. “This also looks too flat. The neck is weird. Hair strokes are too messy.” Yeowch. Judging by the reaction, Vere didn’t seem to understand that the sketch was supposed to be him.

“Maybe before all of that, you explain to me how you broke into my room?” You raised an eyebrow. Were you surprised? No. Do you nearly feel like exploding over the close proximity to the fox man? Definitely. “Oh darling please- I wouldn’t consider this a break in. Especially because the door was unlocked. You live like this all the time?” Vere clicked his tongue in disapproval. “I’m just being a good friend. Checking in and whatnot.” Vere carelessly went through your room. “Mm, you need to move out.” He kicked away one of the crumpled pieces of paper. “And clean.” Annoyed, he picked up the paper, smudged ink making the letters hard to read. He squinted for a while, holding the paper up to the dimming sunlight from the window.

His tail twitched. “ This hand-writing is shit too.” He came closer. “Who’s your secret fan?” Vere flashed a biting smile, devoid of glee. “No one. That isn’t from someone-“ you continued on with your work, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. Suddenly Vere reached for your pen, holding your hand along with it when adding a few strokes. It seemed the letter was swiftly discarded once Vere couldn't get the reaction he wanted from you. “See, that adds dimension. Left eye corner needs to be smaller and the inner corner is also slimmer. See how it's not that flat of a face anymore.” Gosh, who did this guy think he was? The arrogance to just take over your sketch- “Focus on the drawing MC. You forget I can tear your artery from here. I’m doing you and the bastard who’s gonna get this sketch a favor.” Vere’s hair tickled your neck. Considering his face was right next to your neck, and teeth in your artery in the blink of an eye, you decided not to comment. But since when was Vere this up-close in personal with you? With anyone? Was he drunk? He smelled fine. Ais wasn’t even in the Wet Wick. So why would he linger in your room of all places?

Perhaps your unspoken fondness of him skewed your perception of the kind of actions Vere would take. Because you feel it’s alright. You’re smarter than to let this moment be slip away from suspicion. A fox rarely comes to anyone for visits. So who were you to deny this maniac of a fox your company?

[pelibirdie]

What I think the TS main cast like to listen to calm down

TS: Comfort music Headcannons

Vere actually would like hard rock- emotionally resonates with him sometimes. Would he listen to it on main? Maybe not. I feel like Vere would have very niche music tastes. Kind of like an all over the place kind of situation with some popular artists everyone knows and then the ones he will boast about knowing before it was popular. Probably listens to them when doing self-care or just doing nothing BUT listening to music.

But you know who does listen to hard rock on main? Mhin. Emotional outlet through the roof. Would extreme emotions trigger a transformation? They dont know but if they feel too overwhelmed by everything that happened that day they'd def take some anger out with music.

Contrary to edgelords, Ais would have a liking towards r&b music. It's calm and too bassy/drum filled songs would bother occudeus. But he likes how it sometimes calms the nerves of the soulless pets he has. He assumes its caused by the fact he gets chiller. But i feel like he'd def listen to some cool sad rock while smoking.

Leander would like some oldies, but the thing is Leander would adore the flirty lil old songs which on surface is sounds like a love song but if you listen to the lyrics is scandalous/is toxic. He lives for the lil contradiction between the words and the melody.

Would Kuras prefer lyrics in songs? Idk. I feel like he would not be against it, but he wpuld def be against choirs, the memories of such undivided uniformity would be rather nervewrecking for him. But some Tamino? That's his shit. I feel like Kuras likes to hear culture in songs he likes.

[pelibirdie]

SAGE X READER, STAY

Author's Note: Hi!! Idk if i posted this but here u go @pugwitharug enjoy the fic :D 💜💕💜

You laid in bed. It was long past dawn, the sun had risen up. The  weak rays of sun threatented to enter your room as the closed curtains blocked them. Sunlight may have been nice, but it was not nice today. Or have been for the past few weeks for honesty. That being said, the shift in your behavious didn’t go unnoticed by the remaining starsworn. Concern grew in them bit by bit for they knew the times you were happier. This was certaintly not one of them. If anyone were to be affected more than the rest about your demotivated self, it was Sage. After everything you have done for him, he didn’t think of you any less than his world. You were the beacon of light he tried to find in his darkest moments and in the hardest of situations.

“MC?” Sage walked in to your room, not minding knocking. There you laid on the soft mattress, hair a mess an eyes tired. He wondered if you had gotten any sleep to begin with. He tried to think of a joke to make you perhaps lighten up a little. Shutting the idea in an instant, he realized the situation was too...delicate for him to crack a joke. “Ah, what did they do when I was sad?” he tried to remember. The first thing that came to his mind was simple: stay. Like you always did. Though thick and thin. And this was your thick, and his turn to stay. He strided rather shyly towards your bed. Sitting on the edge with his eyes on you. “Hey.” he said. It was calm. You nodded in response, sighing shortly after. You turned on your arm, giving him space if he had decided to lay down with him. He always did. And it seemed like this time was no exception. 

He lied down there, right beside you, spooning you. “What’s up?” “Well,” you began, finding it hard to even speak. Today was a whole new tired day. Sage tried to remember again How did you usually cheer him up? He kissed you on the cheek. “Hey, things are tough for you right now and I get it. I really do. You were there for me at my worst. So the least I can do is...hmm.” Sage cut himself up. Seeming to think for a while. Suddenly, he got up and out of your room. You only watched. Pulling your warm blanket over yourself. Minutes passed and Sage came with… a tray? You were a little confused, so you sat up on your bed. Sage placed the tray on your bed. 

“Is that bacon?” You asked. It wasn’t just bacon but aslo some pancakes too. Though they were a little burnt. It seemed Sage was better at cooking meat reather than baking. He also put down a cup of water. You looked at him. Such acts from him seemed so unusual of him. “I remember your food making me feel a bit better. Though I cannot cook as good as you, I...attempted something.” Sage hesitated while speaking. It wasn’t much of a breakfast perhaps, but you still considered it to be morning. “Well, I am not too good with words. As you might know-” Sage began “Thank you.” you cut him off. Pulling him in and hugging him from where you sat. “I know it’s hard. World is unfair for hurting you. I would’ve gotten your entire pain for myself if I had the chance. You are family to me and though I am not the best support, I’ll stay.” Sage hugged you back as you cried onto his unarmoured shoulder. He didn’t even shift. He was thankful he could even be beside you. And though he had admitted he was foreign to a healthy treatment of sadness, he learned it all from you. How to love, how to be patient, how to support people for good. He was thankful he had met you and he was thankful that he ever had the chance to love you. For he too was not foreign to pain and sadness. He held you and carassed your hair, slowly breathing as he shifted to lay with you again. So there he was, you in his arms and him humming a shanty. Perhaps not a joyful one, yet his voice soothed you a lot. “Listen, I love you. And I will stay with you through everything you hear me? I’ll fight whoever there is to fight, I’ll wait no matter how long you need me to.” He said. Kissing you on the forehead. “Now let’s eat a little.” “Ok fine.” you mumbled, reaching for the glass of water first, then to the bacon. Well, better start the day then.

[pelibirdie]

Yknow sometimes i think to myself "Why not post your shit on ao3??"

Then i remember my life is bad enough and if the ao3 curse falls upon me i might as well get hit by a bus