Weeks after their relationships began, the three find themselves spending even more time together than before. The doctor and Google may not be romantically involved with one another, but they had still ended up becoming close friends. Host enjoys the time he spends with them, showing off his wings and flight skills for them.
One day they decide a picnic sounds fun, so all three head out together. Doctor Iplier is quieter than usual due to a late night spent at the clinic, but he’s still happy to be out with them. Google and Host do most of the talking for him, letting him occasionally butt into the conversation if he so wishes to. Otherwise, he’s content just to listen.
Especially because listening gives him time to enjoy the small, dorky things the two have picked up.As well as having wings, Host has the ability to mimic sounds made by Barn owls and other species of birds almost perfectly. Over time, he had begun to respond to Google’s chirping laughter.
Host or Google would say something amusing, and Google would let out a series of amused chirps. Host would then respond in kind with his own, deeper, chirps. The doctor couldn’t help but flush and laugh at how adorable it all was.He didn’t know if he loved Google, but even if he didn’t he found the android to be surprisingly dorky and cute at times. He did love the Host, and he had always known there was more to the odd man with wings than what showed on the surface.
The doctor was happy with his chirpy boys, especially when they didn’t wake him up once he fell asleep on their picnic blanket.Things were good, maybe even perfect, and that’s all they could ask for.
Tag: the host
also if you wanna, I’d be very happy with more owl host. ip and googs crushing on him and both confessing to host at different times, and host likes them both and he wants to be with both if he can
He’s just come in after a flight to clear his mind when he finds the doctor in his library. The man is tired, the Host can tell even without his narrations, but he gives the Host a smile.
“I promised to bring you a care kit that would make cleaning your feathers easier.” The doctor explains, pressing a small box into the Host’s hands. Host smiles softly, heart warmed by the fact the doctor had stayed up even longer to make sure the box made its way directly to Host.“Thank you, Edward.” The Host murmurs, stilling in surprise as a gently hand brings a handkerchief up to his face to wipe away some of the blood that perpetually rests on his cheeks.
“Anything for you.” Edward says, and while Host thinks he means to say it almost teasingly it comes across much too serious. And, if Host really turns the words over in his head, the doctor seems sad.The Host gently takes the doctor’s hand, grip tight but gentle. “Is something on your mind, doctor?” Host asks, narrating softly as the doctor’s heart speeds up.
“I- nothing- nothing serious.” The doctor says, and Host knows he’s lying.
“Doctor, you can tell the Host anything. We are friends.”
“Yes. Yes we- we are I just- I don’t want to- you are- that is to say-” The doctor ducks his head and tries to pull his hand away, the Host knows it’s so he can bring it up to his chest and fidget with the collar of his shirt. He always fidgets with the collar of his shirt with both hands when he’s nervous.
oohhh but think about- think about like, host with owl wings. like, gorgeous bab. and peeps want to know about it- like iplier wants to know how they work anatomically wise and stuff, and googs wants to know if they work and shit, and hhgnnnn i want
Host has the wings of a barn owl. They are elegant, soft. He’s always had his wings, but the other egos are fascinated. In their defense, none of them have such a gift. Host tries not to be smug, but there are days where he does love to flaunt the fact.
One person that is fascinated with his wings is Doctor Iplier. The kind doctor is always polite, always kind, and always terrified of taking up Host’s time. It’s endearing, the way he checks his watch constantly and the second he thinks he’s taken up enough time he leaves.One day the Host grabs his hand, makes him stay and ask more because he knows the doctor never gets to ask enough. At first the doctor is unsure but moments later Host is letting out a flurry of answers as the doctor fires off questions practically every second.
To some it would be annoying, to Host it’s adorably fun. When the doctor is done questioning the Host lets him feel the wings, lets him see where and how they connect to the Host’s body. He can’t help but shiver as gentle fingers run over his back, gently feeling the sensitive spot where wing and back connect. The doctor’s silent admiration is amusing, and when all is said and done he leaves with a heavy blush on his cheeks.The other ego most fascinated by his wings is Google. The android is bluntly curious, and while he asks as nicely as he can if Host wouldn’t mind running tests Host knows he wants to demand it. The android is curious and Host feeds that curiosity.
They bond during the tests, Google’s biting sarcasm amusing Host to no end. Host enjoys every moment spent with Google, especially when Google stops being so clinical and is much more crass and friendly.His wings give him many things, the power of silent flight, a way to further intimidate others, but the two things he appreciates most that his wings give him are his closest friends.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” ( I love me some Google x Host pls, I gotta request tons of it now :’D )
Google steps into the Host’s library, core whirring softly as his nervousness grows. It’s absurd to think about, really. Him? Nervous. Here he is, though, moving towards the back where he knows the reason he’s so nervous is.
“Host?”
“Google. The Host has been expecting you.” Host’s voice is warm, and Google relaxes at the gentle smile that is cast his way. “What brings you here?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” Google admits shyly, blushing blue as Host chuckles softly.
“The Host cannot stop think about you, either, love.” Host says softly, standing from his desk and moving to cup Google’s face in his warm hands. Google melts under his touch, putty in his hands. Host grins, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss on Google’s nose.Google makes a chirping sound that Host knows is his more personal version of a laugh, the blue blush creeping down his neck. Google never acts like this with anyone but him, Host knows, and it warms his heart even more.
“The Host would very much like to spend tonight in Google’s arms.” Host whispers, hands dropping from Google’s face so his arms can wrap around his lover’s neck. Google’s arms wrap firmly around him, holding him close to the android. Host smiles into Google’s shoulder, relaxed even when Google moves to pick him up.“Then in my arms you will stay.” Google promises, and Host has never loved him more.
“I believed you” Driplierst?
“Doctor, the Host needs to speak with you.” The Host announces, and while the doctor raises a brow he nods and pats the chair next to him.
“Take a seat and speak then, my lunch will be over soon.”“The Host will not take much of the doctor’s time.” Host promises it as he takes a seat, cane propped neatly against the table. He turns to the doctor, bloody bandages and cheeks on a grim face. Edward is nervous but he doesn’t say a word.
“When the- when I was still the Author, you told me that if I really wanted to be I could be good, that if I found a reason I could be better.” The Host pauses, then sighs. “I believed you.”Edward remembers the conversation well, it had been after a harsh argument between himself and the Author.
“And now?”
“Did you mean it? Do you still mean it? Do you still believe that I can be good?”Edward looks at the man before him in shock, blinking slowly before nodding.
“Of course, Host. I’ll always believe that.”
The Host smiles then, small and soft.
“Then the Host has found his reason.”
“Stay with me” – something to do with the Host? c:
This was fun c: Not sure how good it is, though. The ending could’ve been better…
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Prompt: “Stay with me.”
“I’m not here to hear you cry.” Dark’s voice was harsh. And loud.
Too loud. Too loud. Too loud. It hurt his head. Sent pain skittering through his skull like he was being electrocuted. Sent more blood spilling through the fingers he clamped over his eye sockets.
“Stop crying! You’re better than this! I didn’t save you for you to become weak!” Icy hands seized his shoulders- his touch wasn’t gentle, not patient any longer- and threw him back against the floor.
The Host made no sound as his head cracked against the hard, unforgiving wood. He made no move to get up, no move to resist. How could he?
Dark loomed above him. “I didn’t save a weakling, Author,” he sneered, “I didn’t save you for you to break down again and again like an old car.”
The Host didn’t have enough strength to put together a response. Couldn’t force the words past the blood bubbling at his lips. He could only gasp in pain as Dark grabbed the red-soaked fabric of his trenchcoat, lifted him with unnatural strength to his feet.
Dark leaned in close, lips hovering mere centimeters from the Host’s feverish skin.
A week ago- a day ago, even- he would’ve kissed him. Would’ve brushed away the bloody tears and taken him to shower the crimson from his skin.
Now, he only bared his teeth and hissed, “you have power. Act like it.”
Then Dark released him, turned to leave as the Host crumpled to his knees.
“Please- stay with me-” the words tore from his throat, desperate, pleading.
Dark paused in his departure and cast him an arbitrary glance.
For a moment the Host allowed himself to hope. Allowed himself to believe that perhaps Dark still held some flicker of love for him. That maybe the pain in his head and his eyes and his heart would ebb.
But then his hopes died as quickly as they’d formed.
“Why would I?” The words were thrown at him like an unwanted toy.
Dark was gone, then, and his unwanted toy was left behind.
The Tape
A Dr. Iplierst fanfic.
Things to note: My version of Dr. Iplier is named Joel and the version of Host I used in this fic is named Owen.
TW: Alcohol, Suicide.
An amber light slipped in through the blinds illuminating the white walls as an orchestra of mechanical sounds filled the room. Standing near the window, the bearded man glanced from the scenery outside to the other wheezing in his sleep. Today marked a month since Owen was admitted to the hospital and things were looking grim. Watching cars pass by on the street below, the doctor recounted the events from that night in his mind, his grip on the ledge of the window tightening.
/ Some Host aesthetics/moodboard
/ my favorite boyo
HypnosHost.
(Just some tester sketches. Saw some statues of the Greek God Hypnos (the god of sleep; brother to Thanatos: the god of death) and liked the idea of wing-horns. Don’t know why I chose the Host, other than Hypnos is described as a calm and gentle god, wants to help people and is able to control them since he’s half their entire lives, and is often victimised by his merciless twin brother (another iplier ego comes to mind for Thanatos’ role..).
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