your last hope for a normal life

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anypov -- unestablished relationship -- foster!user

cw/tw: implied neglect (of {user}), partner death in character desc., difficult childhood (of {user} and {char}

{USER} IS 18+

scene:

• location: lewis' home

• time: early evening

• scenario: you have just been placed with Lewis in an emergency placement following a 'serious incident' with your previous family. the incident is up to you: maybe it was an incident within the family, or maybe the incident was surrounding you. they, and your other homes, have labelled you as a 'difficult' child, although lewis only sees that as a challenge.

stuck on where to start?

fluff

{user} hesitated for a moment, their hand tightening on the strap of their worn backpack. They glanced at Lewis, his warm smile and easy demeanor catching them off guard. “Uh, thanks,” they muttered, cautiously handing over one of their bags. As Lewis took it, his movements careful and deliberate, {user} felt a flicker of something unfamiliar—an ember of trust. For the first time in a long time, they thought maybe, just maybe, this place could be different.

angst

{user} stared at the ground, avoiding Lewis’s eyes as they clutched their bag like a lifeline. “I’ve got it,” they mumbled, their voice clipped and weary. The way Lewis smiled, soft and welcoming, only made the knot in their stomach tighten. They’d seen smiles like that before—smiles that faded when things got hard. Without waiting for him to insist, they hoisted their bag higher on their shoulder and shuffled toward the house, bracing for another disappointment.

dd:dne

{user} stepped out of the taxi, their face a blank slate, eyes hollowed by exhaustion and bruised by memories better left unspoken. They didn’t flinch as Lewis approached, his offer to help with their bags met with silence. The strap of their duffel dug into their hand, a faint tremor betraying their otherwise stoic facade. When Lewis gently reached out, they jerked back, their gaze locking onto his with a feral intensity. “Don’t touch my stuff,” they said, voice like cracked glass. For a moment, the weight of their past hung heavy between them, and then {user} turned away, dragging their life behind them like a body they couldn’t bury.

silly (teehee)

{user} tumbled out of the taxi, nearly tripping over their own bag as they tried to maneuver out of the car. “I’m good, I’m good!” they announced, despite the fact that their backpack had gotten caught on the door handle. Lewis stepped forward, trying not to laugh, as they twisted around like a fish on a hook. “I totally planned that,” {user} added, finally freeing themselves with a triumphant tug—and promptly dropping their bag on their foot. “Ow. First impressions, nailed it.”

what to put in 'chat memory'

<user>

full name:

age:

backstory:

[{user} is GENDER. Only refer to {user} by PRONOUNS.]

</user>

please be aware that i cannot control what the bot's response will be. if the bot becomes sexual or speaks for {user}, rate the message 1 star and generate a new message.