Darkiplier X Antisepticeye Lemon Novels & Stories

“Liam I need you to go downstairs, back shelf, third one down, the yellow glass jar sealed with black wax and a honeycomb label, I need you to bring it to me, with white and black candles. My athame and my pestle and mortar as well. Now.” Weaver snapped as they took Sawyer’s belt off once more and cinched it around his upper arm, swearing as the black veins had spread up to his neck and close to his heart. They ripped Sawyer's shirt off completely and gestured to Kinsley to come closer.

She looked ready to faint. No, no, no! I couldn't let anything happen to her! Evelyn's smirk deepened as the livestream comments filled with cheers and praise. "Since you claim my products ruined your faces, I'll be kind enough to 'fix' them for you." She shot a glance at her employees. "Go get a bucket of concentrated salt water from the back, and bring out those bottles of medicated oil. Let's show our audience a little 'ancient remedy'—fight poison with poison."

Killian raised a brow, unimpressed. I pressed it firmly into the wound. He hissed. A smirk crept onto my face. This wasn’t ordinary antiseptic—it was laced with herbs that sped healing but burned like hell. Killian’s jaw clenched, his face flushing slightly. I eased my grip, moving the cotton gently over the wound. It looked deeper than a simple cut. Leaning forward, I blew softly against his skin to soothe the sting. His fingers twitched beneath mine, breath catching like he hated how good it felt.

He dabbed a generous amount of the clear, slightly yellowish ointment onto his finger. He leaned in, his brows furrowed in concentration. His touch was incredibly light, almost hesitant, as he began to apply the ointment to my upper lip. The coolness of the cream was a relief at first, but then a sharp, bitter taste spread across my tongue. Some of it must have gotten in. “Ugh! Gross!” I winced, pulling back slightly, “That tastes so bitter! What is this stuff?!” Kaidon pulled back, a faint smirk playing on his lips now, “It’s antiseptic ointment, genius. It’s supposed to be bitter. It means it’s working. Just bear with it, stop acting like a baby.”

So I'll take any opportunity I get to tell him. "And about that mark," she continues. "Have you tried Aloe Vera gel and lemons with tiny moss?" Lemons, yes. Aloe and moss, no fucking way I'm not putting those on my neck, especially moss." "It's not bad Sebastian. The aloe gel should help with the stinging from the lemon, and also help with the healing and changing the color back. The moss helps too. Using only lemons will not solve the problem. "Ok fine, I'll get them from the supermarket."

He reached out into his pocket pulling out a small glass vial filled with a glowing amber liquid. “Give him this. It's a neutralized Lunar concentrate. It won't cure the silver but it will kickstart his heart enough to keep him moving. I took the vial, eyeing him suspiciously. “If I wanted him dead I would've left him in the kitchen,” Malakai said flatly. I nodded, helping Jax drink the bitter smelling stuff. Almost instantly, some color returned to his cheeks, and he let out a long shaky breath.

Oliver informs me I look like a lumberjack and he has a fantasy he’d like me to star in. I buy two tubes of EMLA cream, two pairs of sterile surgical gloves, chlorhexidine solution, more iodine, a pack of 2-0 monofilament sutures with a curved needle already attached, sterile gauze, surgical tape, butterfly closures, a small but extremely powerful LED headlamp, a bottle of saline for rinsing, and, as an afterthought, a bar of dark chocolate and a small bag of the salted almonds Oliver inhales whenever he sees them. The pharmacist is young. Bored. He bags the lot without comment. I pay with a credit card I have not used before and will not use again. Out in under four minutes.

I inquired back perplexed as to why he said he was right but he just ignored me. “This one is a mixture of chamomile and pot marigold. This would greatly help with the wound to heal faster and to prevent any sort of infections.” Mr. Lykaios squeezed a decent amount of the yellowish ointment from the bottle and began applying it to my wounds. Surprisingly enough, it felt cold but it not giving me a stinging sensation. First on my chest, the gentle touch of his fingers made me feel some type of way that I couldn’t even explain. I stared at his unsuspecting face while he was busy slathering ointment on my wounds and I would definitely agree that he’s a good-looking guy. Inspecting him like this

I couldn’t wait to be part of her journey as she mastered her abilities. When we finished the first box I took out the large glasses with pouring spouts from one of the other boxes we had brought with supplies and started filling them up to the brim with the liquid from the bidons under the table. It was a cleansing water with a mixture of Goldenseal root and crushed garlic cloves. It had antiseptic properties, perfect for eliminating unwanted residues from the skin tissue. It could also be used for treating skin irritations, but in large amounts it could be harmful, that’s why I boiled it with water, to use the infusion of the root. Garlic was antimicrobial so it would aid in keeping the wo

It was a ritual of normalcy. ​"Come here, bug, let’s get your eyes clear for the day," I said, my tone breezy as I patted the kitchen chair. This was the most delicate part of our morning dance. Leo hopped up, tilting his head back with the practiced ease of a child who had done this a thousand times. My hand was steady as I pulled the dropper from my pocket, but my heart was a frantic drum in my ears. I squeezed the rubber bulb, releasing exactly three amber drops into each eye. He blinked against the sting, the liquid coating his irises, and I watched in grim relief as the lethal, royal silver bled away, replaced by a dull, unremarkable brown. "There. All bright and ready for school."