Aster ❀ Skulldudes Fanfiction ❀ Samson x Leviathan

Aster

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Note: I'm kingratswrath, the original author from AO3, this is a reupload on this site :o)

Enjoy this angsty fanfic I wrote a year and a half ago. I don't really want to write more SamxLev fanfiction at the moment, I apologize to the people who know me from TWT/AO3, please don't expect any more fanfiction from me because the burn out got to me 💀

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Leviathan's chest felt heavy, and his body began to ache gradually each time he moved an inch. A cold heat roasted him on all sides, causing him to slump against a brick wall and squeeze his chest as another free hand gripped his hair.

He inhaled and exhaled sharply, almost painfully. He gulped, but it didn't come down fully. It was like there was a blockage within his throat. Then, his breathing wheezed. And it all went downhill from there.

Suddenly, his throat began to tighten, it was almost as if the air turned on him, like it wasn't satisfied with the thought of him still fully functioning although he was supposed to be deep underground, his body becoming nothing more than a mere vessel of maggots and viscera.

Whatever was blocking his throat climbed its way out. He began to cough uncontrollably. It was guttural. With a quivering hand, he reached to cover his mouth as his body quaked with each rancid cough. Then he felt something pooling behind his hand. It was something soft. Whatever it was, he hoped it was not blood. He sighed shakingly as he pulled his hand away from his mouth.

Flowers.

As he pulled his hand away further, revealing more of a cluster of dark purple flowers sticking onto his palm. More followed, ultimately falling onto his lap delicately. What?

Then, he coughed again, this one in particular, was much worse. Much hoarse and guttural. He was surprised the villagers outside did not check up on the noise. He sounded like a pig being slaughtered with all the uncontrollable coughing and wheezing.

When the fit ended, he spat out a trail of even more flowers. He panted, fixated on the purple sight laying before him. He wiped a droplet of sweat off his forehead and shakily reached out to a purple flower, examining it. Was this a dream? There was simply no possible explanation that he knew of right now for this. For whatever caused this. Is he having a hallucination?

At any moment now, with a blink, the purple flowers laying before him will turn into a green mushy pile of puke. Or perhaps - even blood.

Perhaps the air did turn on him. Perhaps it decided that it was best he stayed dead. Any moment now, the pile of purple puke will turn into a crimson pool.

But it didn't.

He felt a hand touch his shoulder. He jumped and immediately turned around.

"Leviathan?" A soft voice spoke. Squigly.

"Are you alright? I mean, you don't sound... Alright." She resumed. "I'm alright. Just a... Cough. A little bit under the weather, that's all." Leviathan answered, shoving the dark purple flowers out of sight. "Well that was a horrible cough. It doesn't sound normal at all. I'm worried for you." She stated with concern. "I'm alright. There is nothing to be worried about, m'lady." He forced a smile.

Leviathan pulled himself up and brushed the flower petals clinging onto his pants off of him. Squigly frowned at the response that seemed too much to simply be the truth, "Are you sure you're alright? I just want to make sure you're feeling ok. We can rest somewhere here if you'd like!-"