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“I’m better now that you’re here.”
“I could never forget you.”
“I won’t lose you too.”

—

The Author was a god. A magnificent, all mighty god. The world was his in his hands, it bowed to his will, leaned to the sway of his voice, and let itself be moved by him. He was the strong hand of god upon the earth, he had the ability. The power. Perched inside his library like a king, he was all mighty.

He shouldn’t be heartbroken over Edward- no, Dr. Iplier. First names were too personal, that’s why he never told the doctor his true name. It was always Author, as it always will be. But this was a personal thing. Heartbreak. A heartbroken god. Who would’ve thought?

The Doctor had pushed him away, told him to give him space. Author was left outside of his room with his bat in his hand, journal in his pocket feeling red hot as it called to be written in. Regret- he actually was feeling regret. Laughable

What else did he have to lose besides Dr. Iplier? His magic felt like it was slipping through his fingers; things once effortless were now impossible, like milking stones. And now, the doctor was pushing him out too. He couldn’t lose him. No, not his soft little prince. When he gained back his powers, he’d make the world truly his. He’d be a god, Dr. Iplier by his side.

“I can’t lose you too,” he whispered to himself. He’d gone from Edwards room to the library, and seated himself in one of the chairs, journal in his lap. The journal…

Could he-?

No. He would never do that to Dr. Iplier.

But he was a god! The doctor was but a human. There are more important things to be done.

Author tapped his fingers on the journal. It was better to regret than be open chested, heartbroken for him. He reached to his desk, picked up a pen, and began to write.

—

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the library door, and Author shut the journal before casually tossing it across the room. He stood, sauntering over to the door and opening it to see Dr. Iplier, red eyed and hands shaking. The man relaxed as the door opened. He gave himself a second to admire the way words on paper turned to imagery, before falling into character.

“Come in, sit down.”

The doctor did just that, nodding and rubbing his eyes.

“Are you alright, Dr. Iplier?”

The doctor smiled, and Author thanked himself for writing that detail in.

“I’m better now that you’re here. I… didn’t want to be alone, I guess. You’re always good company, Author.”

A stabbing of longing rang though Author as he imagined how much sweeter that would’ve been if it was actually Dr. Iplier, not Authors hand guiding him. Maybe the words were just him speaking to himself through the poor doctor. The only good company was himself. He’d gone too far, and now he was just a lonely, heartbroken god-

Dr. Iplier was in his lap, kissing him with those soft, perfect lips.

“I almost thought you forgot about me,” Edward whispered between desperate, heated kisses.

“I could never forget about you,” Author cooed. That was true. Then, the doctor kissed him again, hands sliding under his shirt, and any thought that he went too far disappeared.