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666herescared · 4 months

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Imaginary Shadow Dad)Ch.10: Acceptance

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Notes: Just rounding out the PBS era. Mk is finally happy and mentally stable.. But not for long! Mwahahaha!

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“Con-Graduations, Mk!” Mei joked with a wink as she pulled her little brother into a hug.

He grinned like an idiot and chuckled happily as he hugged her back and spun her around, startling the dragon. Of course, she was used to this, so she calmed down and pulled back to return to her feet and spun him round and round in turn. He yelped but got right into giggling happily moments later. He pulled her closer, off her feet, and sprung himself forward to flip over her head playfully. “Thanks Mei!” he exclaimed teasingly, bending down a little to look down at her while she was on the ground.

She didn’t move. What? Had he hurt her? The Little Monkey crept closer- and got yanked off his feet and pulled to the ground with a scream and laugh. “You Little Monkey! We aren’t supposed to wrestle on the road!” the dragon girl cackled, pulling him closer to her in a sort of pseudo hug to give him noogies. He cackled happily in her arms as she mussed up his hair, kicking his feet with glee.

His dads approached the duo shortly after, Mr.Tang giggling to himself and Pigsy sighing with no real disappointment and tons of amusement. “Yeah. You aren’t supposed to wrestle on the road, so get over here! It’s time for your appointment.” the pig demon claimed, trying to be serious but honestly so happy that the Monkey Kid was finally happy pretty consistently.

“Aww, really? Already?” Mei pouted.

“Yea, Jie Jie. We’re still up for sparring later though, right?” Mk asked, slipping away from the dragon with a goofy smirk.

“You know it, dude! See ya later!” she exclaimed, giving him a good strong hug before calling her bike and zipping off. He waved at her as she drove off, then hopped around playfully as he ran back over to his dads’ truck. His parents snickered as they followed behind, relief and almost aww in their expressions. Their sweet little boy was finally bouncing around like he used to.

With a stupid grin, his Ba Ba called towards him, “Xiao Houzi! Slow down! Pigsy’s falling behind.”

“Wait, what?!” Dadsy asked incredulously, causing his husband to sprint ahead. “Come back here, ya freeloader!” he called as he chased Mr.Tang.

“On second thought, RACE YOU THERE! AGH!” the scholar yelped as he was caught by his husband.

Mk snickered at their interaction, though quickly Pigsy’s competitive side caused him to join the race, though that competitive side was shared by his young boy. The shadow trails at his feet flicked playfully, yet went unnoticed in the boy’s excitement, as he began to parkour down the street, back to the truck. He was far faster than his parents even could be - at least now in their “old” age. He landed in the open doorway of the truck and gave a teasing wink before slipping inside and hunkering down into the gap behind Mr.Tang’s seat.

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Today's session with his Shu Shu was one of the unique ones. Sandy was taking him fishing on his house boat. Mk used two teabags of plum tea, as he'd been doing for years now, and Sandy just used a single green tea teabag.

They calmly sipped their tea and talked about Mk’s plans for the future, starting with the spirit asking, “So, are you still planning on being a cartoonist?”

The Little Monkey paused for a moment, then shook his head. “No. I think I’ll just help Pigsy out around the shop and draw whatever I feel like. It’s easier that way.” he claimed with a shrug, looking at the water flowing past the ship.

“Hm. Just wondering, what happened to wanting your name to be known?” Sandy questioned patiently, though he already knew the answer.

The young man thought for a moment, wondering when he brought that up, then remembered. “Honestly? I only wanted my name to be known so that Shadow Dad could know what I’ve been up to, but something tells me he doesn’t need my help for that.” He placed a single hand behind his ears- ear to show what he meant.

Sandy figured it out quickly and chuckled merrily at the statement. “Oh! Hehe! You’re probably right.” He sipped his tea, satisfied with the answer.

“Not to mention, Pigsy’s always wanted me to take over once he's gone.” Mk mentioned. He was glad he didn't have to do that too soon though. He might not be a kid anymore, but he wants a while before he has to take on that sort of responsibility.

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After his session, Mk decided to walk to the park instead of riding in his dads’ truck. After all, it was a nice, bright, sunny day. The shadows were cast in such a way that it looked almost unfairly beautiful. He spotted a few different people on his walk as he scanned the crowd for one specific person. He saw a couple walking with their arms around each other as they ate ice cream with their others, a woman in a business suit walking down the road on the phone and ranting, a few young fox demons playing together and then finally - a small pink light flickered towards him, making sure he noticed it before moving to glide along the ground.

He giggled gleefully at the small request. His Ge Ge had started playing little games like this with him recently. This one was a personal favorite for Mk. He chased after the light, following it’s path even when it went up onto the walls, mostly so he could show off his acrobatics.

The light soon arrived at it’s final location, right in front of Big Brother. He didn’t flee right away for once, which was a startling change for Mk, so he just… froze. Like a deer in headlights.

His Ge Ge seemed to reconsider for a moment, then shook it off and walked forward, giving the Little Monkey a few pats on the head. “Congratulations, Di Di.” It had been so long since he heard his Big Brother’s voice - it only made him freeze up more. The older boy seemed to get a little nervous after that, like he thought Mk didn’t know what he meant. He actually did think that, as exemplified by him then saying, “O-On graduating. Uh- Congratulations on graduating.”

The younger simply nodded, still in shock over his Big Brother stopping the chase and actually touching him and talking to him again.

Ge Ge gave a short nod in response, patting him on the shoulder before walking around him. Right when Mk snapped out of it and turned around, he saw a twisting stream of wind and pink light floating up towards the sky, lotus petals falling down from the quickly fading light. A box falling on his head snapped him out of his thoughts.

He breathed out an airy chuckle. “You really are impossible to understand, Big Brother..” Inside the box was a bunch of items, most being art supplies and sketchbooks, though there was also a small tin inside with yet another lotus design on it and a lotus pastry inside. Honestly? Mk might as well be a collector of the things at this point.

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Mk arrived at the park a short bit later, unsheathing his purple bo staff the moment he noticed Mei wasn’t rushing to greet him. Looks like today’s a sneak attack day. He focused on the sounds in his surroundings, shadows flickering to life as he heard the odd warbling tone that surrounded his friend when she was in her half dragon form. He shifted his stance and waited…

Clang! The weapons hit against each other as Mk turned to block his sister's attack, then quickly shifted to block her second attack. The duo did tricks to impress each other and both held back just a bit to make sure the fight lasted more than a minute. Their weapons clashed again and again in a flurry of tricks, games, and childlike joy, until eventually they both put down their weapons to do “hand to hand”(Which in this case, means play wrestling like lion cubs!)

After a while more of that, the duo of now very messy young adults sat down at a picnic table to take a break and eat. “So~, now that we’re old enough, what’s your type?” Mei asked jokingly.

Mk snickered softly. “Why do you care? You’re Aroace.”

“Well, I care, because I wanna hook you up! I think it’d be hilarious, and not to mention, it would make you happier!” the girl answered in a cheerful tone.

“Oh- C’mon, Mei! I don’t need a lover to be happy! It would just be a nice little addition to my life, y’know?” The Little Monkey kept avoiding the question.

So Mei decided to pull out the big guns. “We can do this if that helps!” the dragon offered, switching to the shadow language.

Mk had to consider for a moment, but eventually, he caved, fiddling with his necklace as he started thinking, blushing softly as he thought about it. “Well.. I would want a guy who’s like, really confident, and pretty… I’d like him to be real smart too! Maybe good in a spar, and, y’know… able to stand up for himself. Like, super strong and stuff too, you know?” the Monkey Kid listed, cautiously excited as the shadows behind him flicked in the vague form of his tail and he cupped both his cheeks, thinking of some imaginary “perfect guy” just for him.

Mei snickered. “Dude, like, four of those are just, “I want to get stepped on by a hot demon guy-” she teased, but was cut off by her embarrassed brother lightly pushing her back.

“Well, clearly I have a type!” Mk claimed.

“Heck yeah! Don’t let anything change that, Apricot-Boy!” the dragon giggled with a soft smirk.

Things are getting better! And for now, the future's looking bright!

—Purple Bo Staff Era, End!—

Time skip! - Hero is Born - 6:00 A.M.

When the Little Sky awoke, he saw something he didn’t expect - “Good morning, Xiaotian-’”

Mk immediately sat straight up in his bed, disrupting the shadowy hallucination. Oh.. Must’ve just been some sort of lingering bit of his dream or… I dunno - something. “MK! GET DOWN HERE!” Dadsy yelled up to his son, who flinched and covered his ears in response to the volume.

“YUP! COMING!” the younger man yelled down in reply, getting changed as quickly as he could and still adjusting his headband by the time he reached the bottom. “Hey, dads!” he said, walking over to the older couple.

Pigsy was getting things ready for the day, but Mk’s attention was quickly drawn to his Ba Ba instead. Mr. Tang was rereading the legends of the Monkey King again, and was on the final chapter. The story of When the Monkey King Retired! (Aside from the “live” appearances he still does on TV shows, and every single time he shows up at a convention. After all, he might not be a hero anymore, but he’s still a celebrity!)

“OH! I love that one! Can you read it out loud for me?” the Monkey Kid exclaimed, leaning over his Ba Ba’s shoulder excitedly.

Before Tang could respond, his husband responded for him. “No, kid. You got work to do. No slacking!’ Pigsy stated firmly.

“Oh, don’t worry, Pigsy! I’ll be done by the time you’ve finished the orders!” the scholar claimed. “After all, our Little Monkey has been stressed as of late. It’s only fair to let him enjoy his morning!” He jabbed his elbow into Mk’s side lightly, as though to say, “Play along.”

The youngest in the room quickly got his excuses in order. “Oh!- Uh, Yea- Yeah, Dadsy! It’s just one story! Please?~” Xiao Houzi pouted at his demonic parental figure.

Pigsy didn’t even look. “Doin’ puppy dog eyes again?”

Mk’s face immediately fell to a more genuine frown. “Well… yeah..”

“.. I’m gonna regret this, but ONE story. After that, ya’ gotta help me get ready,” the demon relented to the brief whooping of his husband and son.

“I’ll be done before you know it!” Tang claimed. (He was not done before they knew it)

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After listening to his Ba Ba’s story, (and a brief lecture from Pigsy) Mk was off! Sure, he heard the shadows muttering more than usual, but he managed to shut those up with a quick meditation break.

“Isn’t it fantastic, uncle? My father will finally be freed!” Red claimed, though Macaque was a little busy trying to decide how to approach his kid after this many years.

The Little Monkey had to double check his GPS. That did not look like a house. In fact it looked like a construction sight. After confirming that it was in fact, the right address, he got in the elevator and started going down.

“Uncle?” The shadow sighed and went over to his nephew. His son could wait a couple more hours. This was once in a lifetime. Strange, though. It’s really close.

He soon realized what was going on when his son strolled through the door. A familiar bird perched in the rafters looked oddly pleased. That son of a bit-

Mk quickly realized - upon seeing a gorgeous flaming-haired guy trying to pull a fancy staff out of the ground - what he’d walked in on, and scrambled up into the rafters. There was a strange bird that almost gave him away when an ominous aura filled the space.

Of course. Of course Wukong still recognized what Macaque's homicidal aura felt like. The shadow was furious! He couldn't believe Wukong had actually decided that the kid was the perfect choice of successor.

Mk was unaware of the hidden figure plotting the Monkey King's murder. He was to preoccupied with what was going on below him. MK had never expected to actually see the Ruyi Jingu Bang with his own two eyes.

—Ruyi Jingu Bang Era, Start!—

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..So…

I’m guessing you guys hate me now.. Don’t worry! You’ll be seeing more of Macaque now!

Have fun and happy scrolling!

(PS: Please don’t murder me!)

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blushyeleven · 7 months

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Tickletober - DAY 16

Unusual spot

Characters: lee!wednesday, ler!enid

Warning: tickles, just fluff!!

𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼

The two roomates wee currently sat in class.. Miss thornhills class. Enid, who kept glancing at the clock and sighed in disappointment when she discovered only a few minutes had past every time she looked was sat at the back with her roommate, wednesday. Wednesday was paying close attention to everything Miss thornhill was rambling on about. Even though the topic the carnivorous plant they were studying Wednesday knew all about.

Enid was doing the exact opposite, she was doing anything but listening. She was glancing around the room, zoning out, doodling over her hand and overall just not paying any attention. She even tried talking to her former roommate who completely blanked her. As much as enid tried to focus on the mingrane inducing sound of Miss thornhills tangent on a plant that she didn’t care about.. she just couldn’t. Her brain to scrambled as busy with more important thoughts.. like how to cure her boredom and save her sanity from being in this class.

“Hey Wednesday?” Enid whispered to which again, the goth girl didn’t even bat an eye or utter a word. “Wednesday!” The werewolf said in a shouty whisper. Wednesday just rolled her eyes in annoyance before turning her head to look at the girl. “What, enid?” She asked, clearly not impressed. “I’m boreddd” she complained in her typical whiny voice, earning a sigh from the pigtailed writer. “That’s not my problem” She replied flatly, again.. with no interest in enids boredom. She only agreed to sit with her roommate after the persistent begging from enid. Enid then pulled a look that perfectly read ‘well that was rude’ with her mouth hung open slightly and her eyebrows furrowed.

A few more minutes past before enid decided to pester wednesday again. “Do you like my drawings?” She lifted her pale hand to showthe ravan, with a proud grin on her face. Her hand was covered in shaky doodles such as smiley faces, hearts and even butterflies. “Their.. lovely” Wednesday stumbled over her ow sentence, clearly trying to find the right words. “You mean it?” Enid perked up even more, her smile even wider. Wednesday simply nodded and enid became as excited as a toddler.

Enids eyes then widened with an idea. “Do you want drawings?” Enid asked hopefully. Wednesday just turned to look at her with an ‘are you serious?’ type of look, not even responding with words. “I’ll make it all like edgy and badass for your aesthetic!!” Enid insisted, trying to persuade her roommate. “Pleassseeee?” She gave Wednesday her best puppy dog eyes, really trying to sell her idea. Wednesday rolled her eyes again and huffed. “fine.” The goth girl then took off her blazer and layed out her pasty pale arm for enid. The werewolf kept that beaming smile on her face before begining to softly trace her black pen over Wednesdays hand. Creating a spider web in the top corner of her hand just were her fingers connect. As the pen softly drew over Wednesdays skin she immediately took In a sharp inhale.

The werewolf looked up at her, her own eyebrows furrowed and wednesday just didn’t say anything so she chose to ignore it, continuing to drawing small and curved lines trying to draw a spider web. The goth girl bit her lip, trying not to draw any unwanted attention towards herself. The blonde was softly humming to herself as she mindlessly used Wednesdays hand as her canvas. Meanwhile, Wednesday was trying to keep her composure and desperately trying not to move her hand.

Once enid finished her spider web she carefully and slowly drew a squiggly line coming down from it to draw a spider to it. The slow, repetitive, circular movement that was suppose to be the spiders body almost sent the former pigtailed girl over the edge. She bent her fingers to dig her nails into her own palm. Doing everything she could to reduce the sensation of the dreaded pen.

Enid shortly after finished her masterpiece on her hand she then merrily placed her pen onto Wednesdays arms. Doodling the outline of a skull and this is when the goth broke. Shamefully, she let out an out of character noise.. a squeak. Her werewolf roommate looked up in a mixture of confusion and shock from the sudden noise that came from the addams. “Are you okay?” She tried to fight back the giggles that were already forming and bubbling in her throat. “yes, I’m fine.” Wednesday insisted, watching enid giggle again. Miraculously, nobody heard her squeak or was even paying attention to the two girls at all.

Enid then placed her pen back on back onto Wednesdays arm, clearly trying to finish her skull but it was proving difficult after wednesday kept twitching it. Enid let out a confused laugh and shook her head slightly “seriously, what is wrong with you?” Wednesday just looked at the clock. 15 minutes to go?!.. “nothing..” Wednesday tried to avoid again. “Really? Because your acting weird.. weirder then usual..” the blonde snickered “like you squeaked? And your arm keeps twitchi-… ohhh.. wait…” Enid then came to her own realisation as the raven girls eyes widened. Although enid didn’t want to belive the conclusion she came to.. it seemed almost impossible even though all the evidence was right infront of her. The odds that enids assumption was right was the same odds of finding a pink sheep. But notheless, she still decides to mention it.

“Wednesday.. are you.. ticklish?” Enid asked with a hopeful glint in her eye. “No.” Wednesday immediately fired back at her.. a little to quickly. So just for the fun of it enid quickly scribbled her pen across Wednesdays upper arm, causing the both to retract her arm with a small gasp. “See! Your ticklish! Oh my god!” The werewolf was clearly overjoyed about her discovery whike Wednesday had no dignity left.

“Well, i gotta Continue my drawings!” Enid insisted as Wednesday groaned and unwillingly put her arm back on the desk to which enid used one hand to hold onto Wednesdays arm to stop her twitching from messing up her masterpeice.. and the other to freely draw on her smooth skin. The 10 minutes that was left of that class felt like an eternity as Wednesday used everything in her to not let out a giggle.

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jackalopesao3 · 7 months

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So…why is Barb so angry?

I have some thoughts. I’ll put them under the cut along with some general Nightbringer theories.

I don’t know that we will get a direct/fully truthful answer next lesson.

Barbatos uses the term, “hate”. He isn’t one to throw terms like that around lightly. There are points where he’s full on glaring at Solomon, no masking his anger smiles - no facade. Honestly, I’d be more surprised if this ended up being something less serious like Solomon blowing up the royal kitchen and letting rats in the castle.

Barbatos has also been using the term, “sham of a sorcerer”. What does sham mean? False/Fake. While this could just be an insult to Solomon, there could be a deeper meaning. Is Solomon actually powerless right now? He could be drawing power from his pact demons instead of casting any of his own spells or magic. Or is there a darker meaning to this? Is someone masquerading as Solomon? Is Barbatos trying to warn others of the fake Solomon?

Anyways…

What could Solomon have possibly done?

Well it happened shortly before MC was kidnapped and thrown back in time. It may very well be connected to that.

And/or something to do with this:

Lesson 2: Hard Mode - A grimoire is a demon’s lifeline.

Did Solomon plant that grimoire there? Is that grimoire Nightbringer’s or Barbatos’? Maybe but there are other possibilities too.

Apprentice Stars Storyline OG (Season 3)

We also have an arc in the OG that specifically discussed Barbatos’ grimoire and reiterates their hold over demons.

Barbatos stated he trusted Solomon with his grimoire. As we learn throughout that arc, Barbatos trusts Solomon completely, it is implied Solomon and Barbatos know everything there is to know about each other. I feel like for Barbatos to be this upset with Solomon it has to be something major.

Now the grimoire ended up being a fake and a test for the MC but we do find out several interesting things about Barbatos. Rereading that lesson - I am more convinced that he is Nightbringer or closely related.

It could be that Nightbringer became Barbatos when making The Fountain of Knowledge or that Barbatos split off from Nightbringer when the fountain was created.

Barbatos is referred to as, “The Demon Who Sees Both Past and Future.” Nightbringer is referred the demon who rules over time itself - past, present, and future.

With all of the above in mind regarding the grimoire: What did Solomon do?

My guess is that he either let Barb’s grimoire fall into the wrong hands, had Barb do something that he was vehemently against, or let someone assume his identity and that person ended up with Barb’s grimoire. Those events are why MC is in the past because someone used the grimoire (or Solomon used his pact) to make Barbatos send MC to the past.

Now it could have been accidental or Solomon could have been tricked too but I could see Barbatos being pissed for Solomon allowing that to happen. Solomon would literally be endangering his life.

Another possibility is that Solomon or someone posing as him released Nightbringer back into the world or forced Barbatos to resume that identity (depending on if they are the same or split off from one another at some point).

In one of his Devilgrams, Barbatos has stated that he has a past where he’s made mistakes that ended up hurting Solomon and Diavolo, specifically with his time abilities. Having to resume an identity that he no longer wishes to go by, one where he made choices he’s no longer proud of, would also leave a lot of room for resentment.

All Barbatos wants is to serve as Diavolo’s butler. It’s hinted that it’s also penance for him (Devilgram). Sure, we do get a story on how Diavolo begged and threatened to abandon his duties should Barb not serve him and how Barbatos said Dia was too cute to deny, but it makes sense that there would be something deeper to it.

The other possibility is that someone is posing as Nightbringer while making Barbatos use his powers via his grimoire.

Some questionable things:

Why didn’t main timeline Barbatos just bring MC back instead of sending Solomon to us?

How did our old DDD even work to contact Solomon?

Why doesn’t Solomon just use his pact to make past Barbatos to send us back to the present? Barb has clearly hinted that he knows what’s going on and he can’t deny an order from Sol.

I think Barb could be being used against his will in something big. Solomon and Michael are the main suspects for now. There’s also the possibility of Nightbringer being a separate entity.

I still can’t rule out that someone is assuming the identity of Nightbringer and they aren’t actually NB.

Solomon…fake Solomon? It was recently revealed that Michael can shape shift. He most definitely could take Sol’s form due to the nature of their relationship. He did give him the Ring of Wisdom.

I’m also curious about the parallels of Barbatos and Michael with their relationship to Solomon. Michael = Ring of Wisdom. Barbatos = Fountain of Knowledge. Both of them also have time related powers. Both of them made Solomon who he is. I know Michael is often compared to Diavolo but I think he’s Barbatos’ CR counterpart.

Another thing to consider is that in most religions, Barbatos is a fallen angel. I don’t think it will be something like Barbatos and Michael coming from the same being (though that would a twist), but I think them and their powers balance the realms out.

However, Michael is compromised with his feelings due to missing his brothers. This may be motive for him to act out and due something drastic.

Solomon is also frustrated with the power balance and how angels and demons regard humans. This could also be a motive for him to do something.

Then again what if this is some sort of test for MC, but I think there is more to it. Maybe, as Solomon’s apprentice, he wants them to forge a pact with Barbatos and this is the test to do so.

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wanderinginksplot · 8 months

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Clone Trooper Rambles

As the header says, Rambles are a clone trooper-augmented journal-style writing exercise. The events are true, the clone troopers are only visible to me.

Warnings: bad mood, me not being a very good roommate or friend.

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Bad Mood

“Okay, consider this your first and only warning,” I announced, drawing the attention of my roommates and all the troopers hanging out in my apartment that day. “I’m in a terrible mood and it’s not getting better. I’m going to keep to myself, but there’s a strong chance I’m going to end up yelling at someone today. I'm sorry and I’ll apologize again afterward, but I wanted to get this conversation out of the way.”

With that said, I turned around and went back into my room. Being in a bad mood already sucked, but I especially hated it when I couldn’t figure out why I was upset.

Feelings don’t have to make sense, I told myself. It didn’t help.

I had always been very aware of my own feelings and actions. There was a reason for most moods I experienced, especially as someone who was logical to a fault. But this mood had come out of nowhere and didn’t have an obvious cause. I hated those - they almost always boiled down to something existential that took a lot of effort to fix.

After a few minutes trying to find something I wanted to do, I resigned myself to it. I was well and truly irritated. I could either stay in my room and sulk or I could pick one thing and force myself to do it.

At last, I decided to go on a walk. If nothing else, it would get me out of the apartment and away from my roommates. They hadn’t done anything wrong, and I wanted to avoid being awful to them if I could help it.

“Going for a walk,” I explained shortly as I pulled on my shoes, grabbed my keys and left before anyone could say anything.

When I had covered a pretty solid distance, I finally paid attention to who was around me. Rex, Boss, Alpha, and Wolffe were trailing a bit behind, but definitely walking with me.

“I was serious,” I warned them. “I’m in a shitty mood.”

“We noticed,” Wolffe replied dryly.

“Then why are you here?”

“Because no one else wanted to be.” Alpha’s blunt answer, delivered in a completely flat tone, was still harsh nonetheless.

Boss cleared his throat softly. “The four of us have seen worse. If you yell, you yell. We know we can handle whatever you end up saying or doing.”

That somehow managed to make me feel worse. I started to jog, trying to clear my mind of everything but the rhythm of my muscles working as I propelled myself along.

But, of course, that was the description of running I had read in a book. In reality, jogging sucked and I was immediately out of breath. Still, I pushed through it because the burning in my lungs almost felt good in my current state of mind.

The troopers easily kept pace with me as I ran. When I finally slowed into a walk, they slowed as well, none of them breathing nearly as hard as I was by that point.

“I thought you said jogging was the most socially acceptable form of self-hatred?” Rex checked.

I chuckled - partially at my own wit, but mostly at the judgmental looks of Boss and Alpha. Wolffe, who had heard me say that before, just ignored all of us.

“I still stand by that,” I told him. “But I just needed to.”

“And now?” Boss asked.

“Well, I’m not ready to go back home,” I mused. “I’m going to walk a little longer, try to figure out what’s wrong.”

They didn't argue, so I kept walking. I didn't bother making conversation and I left my phone in my pocket. I didn’t want any distractions. In the nebulousness of walking and not thinking, a profound dread fell over me. I had taken an extra day off, but my long weekend was ending and I had to go back to work tomorrow.

“I need a new job,” I realized, my surprise prompting me to say it aloud.

“What?” Rex asked when I didn’t follow the statement with anything else.

“I think that’s why I’m irritated,” I explained. “I dread going back to work. I’m bored with it and don’t want to go. That’s not the way I want to live my life.”

“I thought you loved that job,” Boss countered.

“No, I do,” I agreed. “I don’t want to leave it, but I thrive on a challenge. It was fine when I was working and going to school at the same time, but now that I’ve graduated, I need something more. I love what I do, but it’s just… it’s not enough anymore.”

“Maybe you’re angry because you’re angry,” Alpha suggested. “Doesn’t have to be anything more than that.”

I started shaking my head even before he had finished making his point. As soon as I said it out loud, I knew this was the cause of my bad mood. If this was something my subconscious was telling me I should do, I needed to get it done.

Before I could tell them some variation of that, Wolffe spoke up. “No, she’s been this way for a while. She said something about it months ago.” He gave a sidelong glance at me. “If that’s what you need to do, what are you waiting for?”

“Just to get back home,” I answered, feeling suddenly determined.

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yutafrita · 1 year

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The Eternal Tragedy- ENDING (POCKET)

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Chapter ONE/ TWO/ THREE/ FOUR/ P/ B

SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY…

Chapter Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: GRAPHIC!!!!! depictions of violence, GRAPHIC gore, major character death plsdon'thateme

Tags! @nini0620 @maleegayuh @projectxdemons @deakyspuff

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There was one memory of Yuta that had managed to bubble to the surface. In this particular lifetime, you both rode side by side on horses, their gentle movements on the dirt soothing your thoughts at the time.

“So, a marriage date was set?” Yuta asked. Here, he had on a clear high class uniform- but not nearly as elegant as the garbs you had on. In this lifetime, you were the only heir to your family’s wealth and land.

This version of you nodded somberly, “we’re to be wed shortly after All Saints’ Day.”

“Wow, that feels so sudden.”

“Is this truly what you want?” he asked, his voice soft. In this lifetime, you hadn’t been able to interact much with Sungchan besides meetings monitored by your parents or his. Yute, though, was someone you had been able to spend so much time with- and you loved every second of it. Your afternoon horseback rides, though, had gotten more sullen the more time passed.

“You know that doesn’t matter, what matters is fulfilling my duty.”

Yuta was quiet, his horse stopping. You glanced back, his eyes serious as he studied your face.

“In another life, I’ll make sure what you want does matter.”

*****

You were all led to the basement of an ornate hotel. In this life, you grew up down the street from here- hell, your mother still worked down the street at the Paris-York Museum of Art. It was surreal to be driven in the back of a darkened van with several members of the syndicate, ducking your head low just in case someone recognized you through the window.

Strange was no longer a word that should be in your vocabulary. It could in no way capture the horror that was the lifetimes you had lived- the torture you alone were responsible to end.

To get to the basement, the hotel manager saw your group enter the lobby, jumping up quickly to guide you. The guard in front of the basement door stopped everyone one at a time, thoroughly frisking them to make sure there were no weapons in the room. Lining the bare basement walls was old floral wallpaper, the tables holding the plethora of weapons the syndicate members had to relinquish for the time being.

Yuta entered before you, sending you an encouraging nod before the guard shut the large oak door behind him. Behind you was Sungchan, who sent a nervous squeeze to your shoulder.

“Any weapons, ma’am?” the guard asked, glancing at Sungchan’s hand before glancing back at you.

“No,” you lied, trying to control the way your nose wanted to twitch. Nervously, the guard frisked your arms, barely even grazing you before pulling back. The guard opened the oak door, letting you enter the space. Scared, you kept your hands balled up and to your side. You were afraid that keeping them in your pockets and squeezing the knife would draw far too much suspicion.

The room was dimly lit by a chandelier that cast an eerie shadow on the members in the room. The dim light was hovering over the long wooden table at the center of the room, the walls adorned with different paintings and sculptures, most of which were clearly made on earth.

Quietly, you walked towards the table, ignoring eye contact as you found the one seat that had your name written on a notecard. It was next to the head of the table closest to the door, and you knew very well that it was Sungchan’s. Yuta sat across from you, his face expressionless and unmoving as the door on the other side of the basement opened, and a familiar chill went down your spine.

You stole a glance to the other end of the table, watching as one of the fates made their way to the seat that mirrored yours. Taeyong met your eyes as soon as he sat down, his Chimera tattoo sitting boldly on his throat- vastly different from the dragon tattoos that your side of the table had. You looked away, your eyes fixated on the wooden table. The two doors on either side opened at the same time, and with the shared steps, you looked to watch as Sungchan took his seat next to you.

“Well, what a merry little meeting this is!” Taemin, the voice of the man who has tortured so many of you, cheered from the other end of the table. He wore a color block suit, his hands covered with white gloves and his Chimera tattoo just as visible as his brother’s.

“Cut the shit, Taemin,” it was Jaemin who spoke, sitting to your left with his hands folded over.

“I agree. As the head of the Chimera syndicate, you know damn well that Neuvo Seoul is our territory- you’re lucky to be alive as it is,” Sungchan leaned back on his chair, and looked over at you, the corner of his lips twitching to hold back a smile. Why was he smiling?

“Hm…” there was a silence, followed by a burning feeling on your side. You turned your head, making eye contact finally with the fate of the future- Taemin. “I see that Y/n has finally joined us.” His eyes lowered, and you knew he knew of the knife in your pocket.

“How about we just… get this over with?” Taeyong sighed, bored as he began to pick at his nails.

“Men, leave us alone with the dragons,” Taemin stood tall, adjusting his white gloves. The men on his side began to argue with their leader, before he slammed his hands on the table, earning their silence.

“I thought we agreed no violence?” Sungchan mused.

“Oh, we did,” Taemin smiled knowingly, sitting back down once his men filed out of the room. You took this moment to pause and evaluate the selected members of the dragon syndicate here with you- Jaemin, Kun, Ten, Hendery, Johnny, and Yuta.

Mars, Uranus, Mercury, Vulcan, Venus, and Pluto, respectively. You were almost sure of it.

You didn’t even have time to react before you heard the blunt sound of a knife piercing Jaemin’s throat.

You were stunned, slowly swiveling your head and making eye contact with the dying man, your face soaked in the splatter of his warm blood. His eyes were lulling back to the back of his skull, but the last words on his lips were clear to you, “fix. This.”

“But it seems the rest of your syndicate didn’t agree,” Taemin chuckled. You looked back to Yuta, horrified to see that his hand was still extended towards Jaemin, his eyes devoid of any love or remorse you would expect.

You returned your hand to your jacket, and looked back to the knife piercing his throat. It was your knife- the one Yuta had given you under the guise of protecting yourself. How did he even get it? You hadn’t seen him move and yet- here you were, empty handed.

“Yuta what the fuck?” Johnny leapt on top of the table, wrapping his arms around the deceased body of his friend and confidante. Your bottom lip trembled, and you raised your hand to your cheek slowly, looking down at the pads of your fingers to see Jaemin’s blood now smeared on your hands.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Yuta shouted, moving quickly to the other side of the table and yanking the knife out from Jaemin’s throat, putting it closely towards Johnny’s face in a threatening manner to get the young man seated and compliant. With a tilt of his head, Kun and Ten were instantly yanking Johnny and Sungchan out of their seats. Sungchan was studying Yuta, his eyes narrowed and leaving himself to not fight back with Kun despite knowing he could easily take him. Johnny though struggled against Ten, having to be knocked down to his stomach and restrained.

“Is this a fucking coup?” Sungchan, despite the death of his friend, the blood coating the room, and being restrained, shouted this question with a booming laugh.

“Stop fucking laughing you fucking fraud,” Yuta’s teeth were gritted, and without warning, you felt the air escape your throat as Yuta seized it in his hand, dragging you out of your chair and pressing your body against his. He let go of your throat, leaving you gasping for air just as the cool, bloodied knife kissed your throat. “The Chimera Syndicate and I made a deal.”

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF HER!” Sungchan upon seeing your assault broke free easily from Kun only to be properly restrained by Taemin who forced the tall man onto the floor, Sungchan’s face pressed against the ground as Taemin sneered.

“I would claim to have my men leave, Yuta takes care of you, and we call a truce,” Taemin explained, foot on Sungchan’s skull.

Your jaw was clenched as you spat out, “we just found out they even took my shit.”

“I had the Chimera’s rob your place. Taemin made sure the cops saw them moving your painting. I gave you this knife knowing you’d be naïve enough to keep it in your pocket,” Yuta chuckled, and you couldn’t even fight the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. “Sungchan- you are an idiot. My Dad gave you the syndicate- it was meant to be mine. It was supposed to be MINE.”

“What the fuck do you want?” You cried out, eyes shutting as the tears streamed down your cheeks, mixing with Jaemin’s blood.

“Stop FUCKING struggling,” Yuta tightened his grip on your chest and you whimpered out. Sungchan thrashed under Taemin’s boot, his hands digging into the cement as if he was trying to claw his way out.

“You see, this will end one of two ways. With Sungchan dead by your hand, or both of you dead- and I just tell everyone you killed him,” Yuta’s words had both you and Sungchan frozen in your tracks, not releasing eye contact on the other as you both took in Yuta’s words.

“We’ll need someone to blame for randomly killing our old leader, and you’re a perfect scapegoat. Can’t have people thinking that coups are acceptable,” Kun’s voice was frankly a whisper to you as time felt like it was standing still. Your tears were silently falling onto the blade at your neck, yours and Sungchan’s eyes fighting silently.

You began shaking your head before Sungchan spoke evenly, “y/n, kill me.”

“Oh how benevolent,” Yuta taunted, earning a chuckle from Ten and Kun.

“I can’t.”

“Please… Please end this,” Sungchan’s voice broke, his fingernails stopping in their clawing as he tried and failed to hide the tear that fled from him. Your knees were shaking as you tightly shut your eyes, the acceptance and agony flooding your system. Thousands of years. You had seen the switch go off in Sungchan’s brain thousands of times.

He had to watch you die over, and over, and over again by his own hands. The light would leave your eyes and he would have to cradle your deceased body in his arms.

Killing him, this is the only way he would begin to feel even. This was mercy.

“… I-I’ll kill him,” you sputtered out, not even being allowed to lower your head in shame as Yuta kept the knife pressed coldly to your throat.

“Don’t do it! He’ll kill you anyways,” Johnny grumbled, trying again and failing to get up now under the boots of Taeyong, Ten, and Kun. “Kill me instead!” Johnny yelled, earning a harsh laugh from Yuta, and a choked laugh from Sungchan.

“Johnny, shut up,” you almost felt Yuta roll his eyes.

“I feel so lucky that I get to be here for this,” Taemin was giddy, his shoe still on Sungchan’s head. With a shove, Yuta forced you onto the floor. You caught yourself with your hands, your eyes meeting Sungchan’s as you did.

With a clang and spurts of leftover blood, the knife was tossed to your side.

“You have five minutes,” Yuta instructed. He was out the door before you could angrily throw the knife into his chest, and you were too enraged to properly think anymore. Johnny was dragged out kicking and screaming, and with a harsh push, Taemin shoved off of Sungchan.

Tears streamed down your cheeks and you crawled over to Sungchan, cradling his face in your hands, “Please… please.. I can’t do this.”

Sungchan sat up, his hands raising, the blood from his fingernails mixing with Jaemin’s blood on your cheeks.

“I… You have to. I can’t kill you again… I can’t do it,” despite the physical attacks he witnessed and sustained, it was this that caused the tears to flood down his cheeks. You pressed your foreheads against each other, your tears flowing down on to his cheeks as he pleaded and pleaded. “I can’t…”

Hands trembling, you extended your hand out and clumsily grabbed at the knife, the sweat and blood mixing with the blood on the hilt.

“Jupiter?”

He choked on his sobs then before sputtering out, “Terra?”

“I love you. I’ve died a thousand times and still… I love you.”

“I would do it again for you in a heartbeat. I love you,” Sungchan whimpered out. “I love you, and even if I have to crawl my way out from Tartarus, we will be together again.”

******

Becoming a God again feels like the world has opened up. Yet, you’ve willingly trapped yourself into your human form, fully unable to stomach being a God without Jupiter.

Yuta was immediately remorseful as his memories returned and realization hit, having to immediately mourn his brother (Sungchan) and nephew (Mars). He too trapped himself in his human form with you.

Their funeral was a rainy day, and you stood towards the edges as the directors quietly lowered their last human bodies down into the depths of Mars. The wet sand turned to clay under the pelting rain, the clay sticking to everyone’s black dress shoes, but no one moved. Everyone stared at the closed caskets, chests heavy with silent grief.

“20 years? That’s when they’ll be reborn?” Johnny held up the umbrella for you, wearing sunglasses to hide parts of his godly form.

“20 years to be reborn, and then 25 when they can regain their abilities,” Yuta’s voice was so small and defeated, you could forget that he was the God of the underworld.

“What’s 45 years to the thousands we had to endure,” it wasn’t a question that fell from your lips. Eternity is exhausting and never ending. But now, without Sungchan, you had at the very least someone to look forward to.

“Gives us time to regroup before Mars’ return and chaos ensues,” Kun noted. The afternoon passed slowly, everyone staring down as Yuta and Ten slowly refilled the openings.

“So what happens now?” Hendery asked. The heads of the other men turned their gaze to you, and you frowned in return.

“Why are you looking at me? I’m the minor earth goddess.”

“I told you she wouldn’t remember,” Ten muttered, tossing the shovel on top of Jaemin’s grave.

“Excuse me, my human brain can only retain so much of my memories. And dealing with the death of a loved one isn’t helping either,” you huffed.

“You and Sungchan have been married…. Dozens of times,” Yuta sniffled, the only one of you all with wet eyes. “That makes you second in command.”

You remembered your numerous marriages to Sungchan, (and the few to other Gods when none of you had your memories in those lifetimes) but this fact had evaded you. You parted past the small grouping, kneeling in front of Sungchan’s grave. The rain warmed you, and the clay from the ground coated your knees and shoes and hands as you placed a hand over Sungchan’s covered grave.

You turned back to the group, all of their eyes in full attention on you. “Earth. I want my Earth back.”

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ejzah · 2 years

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Can you do a fanfic where the team meets an old female lawyer friend of Deeks during a case. Deeks and her are close making Kensi a little jealous.

A/N: As I say many times, I believe I’ve written a version of this before. I will try to make it different if I can. Takes place during seasons 2 or 3.

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What’s Right Before Your Eyes

“Get anywhere?” Deeks asked as Callen and Sam exited the main interrogation room in the boat shed. Their current contestant was an extremely obstinate real estate broker. One of his clients had been murdered shortly after leaving his office.

“Nope. He refuses to answer any questions about Captain Peters,” he answered, shaking his head.

“And of course now he’s lawyering up,” Sam added with a look of distaste. “Hopefully we get something useful from Peters’ lawyer; she should be here soon.” He glanced back at the interrogation room door, shaking his head. “He’s definitely got something to do with Peters’ murder. Nobody is that smug and annoying for no reason.”

“What about Deeks?” Kensi joked, offering a quick grin to offset the sting of her words.

“Don’t act like you haven’t benefited from my verbal prowess before.” When Kensi didn’t say anything, he persisted. “What about that witness last week who kept trying to get you to buy his homemade sandalwood candles?”

“Ok, I’ll admit that it’s been helpful occasionally,” Kensi allowed. “Deeks asked so many questions about the process and where he sourced his ingredients from that the guy eventually walked off. Pretty sure you ruined his day.”

“And that sounds exactly like the Marty Deeks I remember,” an unfamiliar voice commented. Kensi turned around, finding a a woman of medium height with dark blonde hair standing in the doorway.

“Lyla?” Leaving her side, Deeks walked over and to Kensi’s complete surprise, gave her a hug. “I had no idea you were coming.”

“You know me, I like to surprise.” She shrugged, somehow adding innuendo to the simple statement.

“Oh, I remember,” Deeks agreed, grinning in a way Kensi rarely saw.

Callen cleared his throat pointedly, making them both turn. The woman still had one hand wrapped around Deeks’ bicep, like it belonged there.

“I take it your Captain Leonard Peters’ lawyer,” he said and she finally released Deeks.

“Yes, I’m Lyla Morgenstern of Felling and Stevenson,” she introduced herself. “I hope you don’t mind my dramatics, but the agent brought me here said it was alright for me to come in.”

“It’s fine. We’re used to dramatics here,” Sam said. His arms were crossed as he regarded Lyla Morgenstern with a raised eyebrow. “I take it you two go back a ways.”

“We do,” Lyla agreed. She glanced back at Deeks who stood directly behind her, thumbs loosely tucked into his front pockets. “We were in the same law program and shared an internship. Anyway, when I heard Marty’s name, I knew I had to come see him in person after all this time.”

“It is good to see you again,” Deeks told her, and he actually seemed to mean it.”

“You too. I was kind of shocked when I heard you quit law to pursue a career with the LAPD,” she continued. “Especially with how passionate you were about criminal law and helping the more vulnerable.”

“Well, things change.” He seemed slightly embarrassed by her comment. It annoyed Kensi for some reason she couldn’t quite rationalize. Deeks apparently hadn’t seen this woman in years yet he still cared about her opinion of him.

“Then I bet you could tell lots of stories about Deeks,” Kensi said, if only to draw Lyla’s attention away from him for a moment.

“Yes, I do,” Lyla agreed, turning to face Kensi after a few more seconds. “Mostly good. This guy was something else in law school. He could debate better than just about anyone else.”

“That part we know,” Sam said, rolling his eyes. “I don’t think Deeks has stopped talking since he got here.”

“That’s just Deeks messing with you. I remember Deeks being a serious, dedicated student in college. Sure, he had his lighter moments, but he always was campaigning for causes, arguing for the underdog in classes.” Lyla gave Deeks another fond smile and he dipped his head, a blush tinge his cheeks.

“Lyla,” he protested softly. Kensi could count the number of times she’d seem him truly embarrassed, even a little shy and thrown off-guard.

“No, you were. Some of the professors hated you because you challenged them or because you were better at law that they were and you were just starting out. If I recall correctly, you even got kicked out a couple times for being ‘disruptive and disrespectful’.”

“Ah, good old Frazier,” Deeks said reminiscently. “He hated my guts.”

“And with good reason,” Lyla observed, leaning into him once again. They both seemed to have forgotten that there were other people in the room. “Seriously though, I don’t see why you gave up your job as a public defender. I bet you could have been district attorney by now.”

Deeks chuckled, giving a little, self-deprecating shake of his head.

“I was not cut out for arguing criminal law. They ate me alive out there.”

“Well, I you’re forgetting that I got to see you in court when I was on opposing counsel one time, and I thought you were amazing,” Lyla disagreed.

The silence that followed felt charged to Kensi and she shifted from one foot to the other, unsure of how to proceed. The last thing she’d expected was for this woman to practically fawn over Deeks.

“Ms. Morgenstern, I hate to interrupt this reunion,” Callen interceded finally. He shot Sam a quick look which Sam acknowledged with a raised eyebrow. He seemed more amused than anything. “But we’re kind of on a tight schedule.”

“Of course, my apologies.” Lyla nodded, instantly the professional. “I’ll call you once the case is over,” she added more quietly, offering Deeks yet another friendly smile before following after Callen.

“Man, she’s good,” Deeks muttered, almost to himself. Kensi absolutely hated the hot flash of jealously she felt at the appreciation in his voice and eyes as he gazed after her.

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A/N: I hope this was alright. Thanks for the prompt!

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ohtobeleah · 2 years

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This might be on the softer side but just allowing Bucky to explore sensual touch again in a safe environment.

Yes. How soft is this. Strictly Scandalous Masterlist

It starts off slowly. Bucky finds himself longing for your touch more often then not the more you spend time together. On missions, at his apartment, hanging out with Sam and his family.

Gentle shoulder nudges, lingering fingers in the palm of your hand. Pressed up beside each other on the lounge. Maybe as your relationship blossoms from a friendship to a partnership Bucky finds comfort in your touch. Starved for sling long it left him hungry.

“I wanna ask you something.” Bucky’s voice of softer then most of the time. Like he felt vulnerable. Standing in your apartment as he got himself ready, having spent the night next to you. Too scared to reach out and hold you without asking. Too afraid you’d regret his touch. It was very, very early days.

“Shoot.” You mumble with a mouthful of everything bagel. A coffee in your hand as you glanced the news articles on your laptop.

“Can I touch you?” Bucky asked softly. Rubbing the back of his neck.

“In what context?” You raised a single eyebrow, it was definitely a yes but still, you needed some more context.

“I just.” Bucky paused, panic rising in his chest. The fear of rejection too much to handle. Especially from you. “You know what? This isn’t important.” Bucky smiled, it was definitely fake. Walking over as he gently reached out for your hand, pressing a small peck to the back of your hand. “I gotta go meet Sam, I’ll see you tonight.”

“Bucky wait.” You tried to stop him but it was too late. Bucky was gone. Out the door in the blink of an eye. Rushing away from his vulnerability. God you made him so vulnerable it scared the living shit outta him.

***~***~***~

When Bucky retreated to his own apartment later that afternoon, he noticed something was off. His apartment didn’t usually smell as fragrant as it did. Drawing his gun from the small of his back, Bucky crept further into his own apartment. Scouting the area for whoever the fuck it was that was in his home.

Turning corners and holding his gun high, his final turn into his bedroom had Bucky loosing his breath when he saw you. Your gasped as you turned to see Bucky holding his weapon as if he was about to shoot you.

“God dammit, seriously Zara I could’ve shot you!” Bucky sighed as he placed his gun on the side table. “What are you doing here?” Calming yourself down with a heavy breath, you walked closer to Bucky. Taking his hands in yours.

“You asked me this morning if you could touch me, the answers yes.”

“No, I’m serious it’s fine I—“ Bucky tried to tell you it was fine. The rose petals on the ground enough to tell him you’d thought this through. The candle burning in the corner.

“If you just wanna touch me, explore, feel loved.” You smiled. Reaching out the touch Bucky’s scruff covered cheek. “I’m here.” Bucky was stunned into silence at your touch. He’d never felt something so pure. “Can I kiss you, James?” Bucky gently but surely nodded in response. Accepting your touch, your lips on his. Pulling away shortly after as you led him to the bed. “I know how touch must be a hard thing for you. So whatever you wanna do, I’m here.”

“I just wanna touch you.” Bucky’s hands slowly trailed down your torso. “Have you close.” It was so sweet. Sitting with Bucky on the edge of his bed. His eyes hooded as you removed your shirt, exposing yourself. Lacy bra covering your breast. “I don’t even know what to say.” Bucky’s cheeks were heating fast, the crimson red taking over.

“You don’t have to say a single thing, I’m here, you can touch me Bucky.” Gently reaching out for his hand, you guided Bucky’s hand to cup your breast. Bucky closed his eyes as you gently laid down on your back. “Why don’t you take my skirt off?” Bucky didn’t say a word. Enjoying the moment as he carefully rid your skirt. A matching set adorning your body just for him.

“Why are you doing this?” Bucky cooed. His eyes drinking you in. So much appreciation for you.

“I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be starved of touch for so long, so please, Bucky I’m here and you can trail your fingertips up my side all night if that’s what you want to do.” Your smile was bright, warm and accepting. “Or we could just sit here in utter silence—“

“Can I kiss you?” Bucky cut you off. “Please?” You nodded silently as Bucky leaned over you. His lips gently pressing against yours. The moment fleeting.

“Do you wanna take your shirt off?” You mumbled. Bucky nodded although the fear of judgement was right behind his eyes, he trusted you. How could he not when you made him feel so accepted. So loved. Pulling the black shirt over his head. Exposing himself like you. Your hands reaching to trail his scars. “So beautiful.”

“Don’t lie—“

“Tells a story of survival, Bucky, you’re so beautiful.” Fingertips trailing his torso. Down to the hem of his jeans. “What about these?” Bucky nodded, ridding himself of his jeans. Exposed to you with only his briefs. His body pressed against yours as you laid on your back. Bucky’s leg over yours. His hands exploring your body gently and ever so softly as you drew unidentifiable objects against his back.

“That feels really good.” Bucky sighed, forcing a smile to plaster your face as he kissed your neck. “Please keep going.” It wasn’t a sexual plea, but you knew touch wasn’t always the most beautiful thing for Bucky. “Just wanna be in your arms.”

It was the way hours went by, gentle touches shared together as Bucky built up his own courage. Exploring your body in a safe place. His own apartment. Your hands trailing his back, his shoulders, his face, his torso. Bringing him a sense of euphoria in the softest of ways.

Throughout the night, you ended up straddling Bucky’s waist. His back against his headboard. His head buried in your neck. Fingers intertwined with each other’s. Vibranium with fresh.

“You’re amazing.” Bucky cooed. “Thank you so much for this.” It was the kindness of your gesture, allowing Bucky to experience touch in the most comfortable way.

“You can touch me anytime, anywhere James.” it was the sincerity that had Bucky wrapping his arms around you. Bring you down close to his chest as you fell asleep together, intertwined.

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mochikeiji · 3 years

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Looking Like U Got Me

Request: "Prompt no. 56 and 55 for Gojo ＼(^o^)／"

55. "You look like my husband/wife"

56. "Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster"

↠ Pairing: Gojou Satoru x Reader

↠ Warning: none! Simply fluff

↬ Word Count: 1.7k

↠ a/n: i accidentally mixed up prompts 55 and 57 ;-; but still hoping this turns out good!!

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event!

All he wanted was to wake up in bed, next to you— who would cuddle deeper in his arms even in slumber so he'd smother you with his kisses and tighten his hold around you and drift back to sleep longer, finally free of responsibilities for once and enjoy quality time with his only favorite person. But instead he wakes up with a groan passing through his lips, supporting his back side with his hand while shuffling to his side in a different position as the light sun rays shun through the window blinds, softly fanning his eye and forehead.

Gojo chuckles a bit before wincing. His lower back so tensed that he feels himself get older by the day. Pouting at the empty space next to him, he palms the cold sheet in wonder of where you are. Up so early in the morning when you could've just stayed in for him. How annoying. His eyes shut for moment when the scent coming from outside the room intruded his senses. Ah, you must be cooking breakfast. How sweet of you.

Thank goodness it wasn't another batch of dried crackers or cup of noodles that'll enter his mouth. He was never one to cook meals when he was on solo or when you weren't around. The very thought of not only the meal was awaiting for him outside, but also you excites him that it made him feel tingly inside. Call it dramatic, yeah, but it's not every day someone gets to wake up and immediately feel this full of love in the morning. You were the only and last love he's ever wanted to have in this world. It was so surreal even to him.

Sighing before pushing himself up, Gojo yawns out the remains of drowsiness in his system and stands. He didn't bother wearing a shirt since last night, claiming that he misses how his body rubs off yours in both comforting and suggestive ways. Plus it was just you and him home, he'd rather walk naked than wear the usual long sleeved uniform on a warm day.

The scent of coffee got stronger as he closes in his journey towards the kitchen. There was faint sizzling coming from the pan as you stood there in attendance. Stuck in your own little world, swaying to the sound of the radio playing, U got Me by Yung Heazy. It was one of the few songs that reminded you of Gojo back when you were both high schoolers. The exact song you remembered playing when you both hung out on a small cafe in Tokyo. Where he was so flustered, attempted to hide his blushes with his round glasses. The little things that reminded you of that memory never fails to make your heart race.

Of course Gojo knows this one as well. Because it was on that date as well he had call you, "his" after masking his embarrassment and from obviously checking you out every minute. How could he contain himself? He was a young man who was having trouble in the arts of love. Nevertheless he was glad to have grown up from those years. If his younger self could see him now, he'd be gagging at the sight of a softer version of his older self.

Snaking his arms around your torso carefully to avoid surprising you, he places his chin above your shoulder. Salivating at the sight of thick bacon in deep frying, shamelessly letting you know he was hungry from the sound of his stomach growling. "This is a nice way to greet me." you smile at the man behind you, who had his eyes closed in delight while rubbing his cheek against yours like a cat in need of attention. "Good morning to you as well, sweet cheeks." he says after pressing a kiss on your skin.

"You got up early." whining softly, his hair and nose tickling the side of your neck and shoulder, "I was hoping to stay longer y'know?" trailing his hands underneath the his shirt you were wearing, mapping out on all the skin he could squish and hold with his large palms. Noticeably pressing himself closer to your body, the much needed space gone but you weren't complaining. After all, this was Gojo, a man who knows no boundaries.

"I wanted to make breakfast for you. We haven't had one together since we're both busy." you say as you grabbed the nearby plate, turning off the stove as the now cooked meal sizzles softly from the pan before sliding down to the porcelain surface. In attempt to lick his lips at the now prepared food, his tongue grazes upon your skin, sending you to jolt a bit, hearing the joyous laughter from him as he places a kiss on the spot as an apology.

"W-why don't you go sit down, there's rice bowls and cooked eggs prepared already." stammering, you quickly excused yourself away from his embrace to clean out the mess from the counter. Gojo sighs out the adoration but obliges to your command. Not long after you had finally settled down in front of him. Seeing him in all smiles as he scarfs down on his food made you smile as well. Thank goodness his blindfold was off, they looked adorable twinkling in happiness.

This felt nice. To have an opportunity to be a normal couple once again. So many times you could only daydream of scenarios like this. He could say the same as now that you were present on the usual spot he'd come home to empty. Often dozing off during meetings thinking of where you were or how you were, the multiple times Megumi has fed up with his whining about how he never gets to see or have more time with you. Nobara even pointed out a fact saying, "You act as if you're both married." and Yuuji, being the happy child of the three had said something that always ponder in his mind, "Why don't you marry each other yet, sensei?"

It was a statement he's been considering for a long time. Marriage. Of course Gojo wanted to marry you after years of torment love. To have his precious students say that you both already looked as if you were married got him all heart racing, and very very happy. He's had vivid images of a life with you. Not far from what it is today, but imagine. Unlimited happiness after so long of fearing it. Perhaps maybe even tiny legs running around, giving him such big love as his grows for the family he's craved, watching you smile beside the doorway and calling them in for a meal.

If marrying you means he can have that every day, then the hell with it.

"You look like my wife."

The spoon drop echoes. Slowly his face erupted into a faint blush while staring back at your widened eyes and opened mouth. "What?" gulping down the stuck food in your throat, Gojo bites his lips watching you maintain your composure. So cute. "Y-you know you say funny stuff when you're out of it. Maybe some daifuku would help? Yeah! Wait a sec." quickly getting up from your seat and rummaging in your fridge, you breathed out the heavy puff of air from your lungs.

He did not just say that so directly towards you. Maybe you were dreaming? You wouldn't be if your heart wasn't practically being forced out. Gojo is always fun and games, right? He doesn't mean that.

Sad to think of it that way.

"Ow!" thumping your head above the fridge as you grabbed some of the take outs of Daifuku you got yesterday, closing the fridge back before returning shortly to Gojo, who seemed as out of it as you were. "You did say your brain functions best when you eat sweets. Luckily for you I bought these yesterday. That's why I cooked earlier now because I wanted to try it out with you!"

Gojo can't tell if he wants to be offended at the fact that you think he was joking or just now, cover his half of his face to hide his laughter and igniting squeals. God he wished he had his phone right now, the moment was just so priceless and precious as you were.

"...ter"

Muffles from behind his hand was heard. Tilting your head to the side, trying to process what he said but no avail. "What was that?" you moved a little closer next to him, tapping his hand away almost eagerly. When he does, you spot that knowing smile present on his lips and the uncharacteristic blush still painted on his cheeks.

"Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster, honey."

You've gotten more shy when his hand held yours in the most loving way while drawing patterns. Searching through his eyes if he was playing around, but you were met with ones you know of when they were full of sincerity. "I-i. You know, they were so cheap anyways and I figured you'd want them." he snorts before leaning his head on your arm and laughs hysterically. It was painfully obvious that you were in state of shock that you couldn't even process his words.

Up until now the effect he has on you was still there like before.

"Sweetie." he turns his body away from the table to face you, pulling you so that you were standing in between his legs looking down shyly on the floor. "I'm serious." his fingers reached for your chin to pull your head up to meet his features. His other hand still holding your smaller one; index finger tracing your ring finger in circular motions as if he was creating a make believe ring.

He should thank himself for falling in love and be trusting once again.

Because now, staring back at your eyes filled with the same amount of emotions as his. Reciprocating the exact thing he was feeling. Waking up just to start the day already wanting him to be there. Knowing all the littlest things he's shared. Hearing the erratic sound of both of your heart beats.

He knew he's made the right choice.

"You really do look like my wife. My future."

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Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Seekers of Soul

[Chapter 33] (28 Pages)

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Nia catches up with her friends at the guild, and makes a surprising discovery.

The guildmaster’s quarters are quiet after Nia and Tobias finish retelling the events of their trip to Ghatha. The rain beats heavy and particularly loud up here, on the top floor of the Lexym Tree, and Nia winces every time a rumble of thunder rolls by overhead, drowning them out.

August’s face is unusually grave after learning more about the fire that almost killed them, the ever-dutiful lurantis at his side looking similarly solemn. Maggie had audibly gasped during that part of the story, visibly stopping herself from moving to be closer. Even now her eyes are anxious as they stay glued to Nia and Tobias, petals around her neck raised like the fur of a frightened cat.

Nia exchanges a nervous look with Tobias. They hadn’t even mentioned their not-exactly-legal dealings with Rosalind, though they had to fess up about running into a pair of violent seviper to explain Tobias’ healing arm injury and Nia’s latest aura upgrade.

“Well. It certainly seems you had an…eventful trip,” August finally sighs, rubbing at his eyes. “I’m very glad to see you two back relatively unharmed.”

“Thank Virizion,” Maggie murmurs, just loud enough to be heard over the rain. She looks like she’s still trying to calm herself. “I wish I could ground you two from ever leaving this tree again.”

The meganium’s joke is overshadowed by the tremor in her voice, so Nia gives her what she hopes is a soothing smile.

“What troubles me most at the moment is the suspicion that the fire itself was set as an intentional attack on those at the human convention,” August says, cutting to the heart of the matter.

Maggie clears her throat. “I as well. We…We were close to a former human, many years ago. He was very open about being human and we traveled fairly often in those days, yet he never faced such vitriol.”

Nia blinks, surprised. She had forgotten that Maggie mentioned that, shortly after they met. From Tobias’ expression, he had too. Nia can only assume there’s not a happy answer behind why Maggie has never brought it up again until now.

“But when we met, you said right away that humans had a bad reputation,” Nia points out. “That people didn’t really like them.”

“Because we thought they were weird liars looking for attention,” Tobias says, not quite meeting Nia’s eyes. She almost wants to say there’s something like an apology in his voice. “But even then, the worst it usually caused were some nasty looks or comments.”

“I didn’t realize it was getting this bad,” Maggie agrees with a slow shake of her head. “I’d heard that there were arguments cropping up more often, but nothing like this. Not serious attempts at harm.”

August makes a contemplative noise, then turns to his second-in-command. “Verene, you come from the Southern Edge, yes? How were the conditions for humans there?”

The mantis Pokemon looks thoughtfully at Nia as she gathers her thoughts, as if she’s the representative for the entirety of humankind. “At least a year ago, the general reaction wasn’t…violent. Not as welcoming as the Haven is, of course, but typically nothing more than a few sour looks or unhappy grumbling here and there if the humans got too rowdy or disruptive about something.”

Nia can’t help the way her ears flick back. Verene clearly doesn’t mean it with any malice, but Nia still doesn’t like the way she said that. The humans. It feels like the bug Pokemon is drawing some kind of line in the sand between them.

“In that case, I believe it’s past time that I look more officially into the matter,” August says. “Verene, I’ll need your help recruiting Seekers and researchers to go out and gather information.”

“Wait—really?” Nia asks, blinking in surprise. She’s known from the start that August is kind, but she admittedly wasn’t expecting him to jump into action so quickly.

“Of course,” The rillaboom says with a toothy grin. “Pokemon—human-born or not—are being put at risk. Including one of my own.” Nia flushes, pleased despite herself, and smiles down at her feet. “Plus, Maggie isn’t the only one with fond memories of a plucky little human once dropped into our world.”

Oh. Did August know Maggie’s human friend, too? Nia looks to the meganium. The older Pokemon seems like she’s holding back tears, giving August a shaky, strained smile.

“Would you like me to begin that operation today?” Verene asks, attentive posture somehow straightening even taller at the prospect.

“Effective immediately,” August agrees. “We’ll discuss the specifics after this meeting.”

“Are we free to go then?” Tobias asks, side-eyeing Maggie.

“Ah, one more thing,” August says. “Has Maggie discussed mov—“

“No,” Maggie cuts in, voice unusually loud and sharp. There’s a smile on her face, but something in the way she has it directed at August makes it feel like more of a warning. “Not yet. I’ll take care of it, August.”

The rillaboom gives her an exasperated, disapproving look, but sighs and nods. “Very well.”

There’s an awkward beat of silence.

Nia glances at Tobias. The charmander is watching Maggie with a suspicious expression. Admittedly, that outburst was a little out of character for the older woman, but Nia had attributed her slightly-off behavior to their brush by death.

“In that case, I believe we’re done here. Please do take care of yourselves and take the day off to rest, Team Scarlet. Stay close to home for a couple of weeks, if possible.”

Maggie mutters a word of thanks and ushers Nia and Tobias out of the room. Nia just barely remembers to give August a small bow before leaving, the stone door shutting tightly behind them. Nia turns back to her companions, expecting to discuss the meeting with them as usual, only to find that Maggie is already walking away from the both of them—and at a quicker pace than usual, too. Okay, she is acting strange. Nia trades a look with Tobias before hurrying after her.

“Maggie, are you all right?” Nia asks.

“Aside from the heart attack you two gave me in there, I’m fine.” Before Nia can respond, Maggie glances at one of the lattice windows they pass, where slivers of rain and endless gray sky are visible through a curtain of bark and leaves. “Although I am concerned about us getting so much rain right after a drought.”

Nia’s mouth—already open to prod a bit more—slowly closes. Then, hesitantly, she asks, “But isn’t it good to get rain when everything is so dry?”

“It is, but extreme weather in any capacity can cause trouble, and it looks like this storm will continue for a couple of days at the least.”

“The Haven’s escaped most of the natural disasters and dangerous weather so far,” Tobias dismisses “Why—“

“So far,” Maggie points out, cutting him off. “I fear we’re starting to see the effects here, too.”

“Okay, fine, whatever,” Tobias says, hurrying his pace to meet Maggie’s longer steps and trying to look up to meet her eyes. “I don’t want to talk about the stupid rain. Are you gonna talk about why you’ve been so cagey since we got back yesterday? And why you cut August off back there?”

“Tobias, I don’t—“

“Does it have something to do with Sage?”

Sage? The plant dinosaur that stopped in briefly at their quarters before leaving again? How much did Nia miss?

“No,” Maggie says, unconvincingly, her voice definitely an octave higher than it was a moment ago. “Although you two should really speak with Sage—he’s a nice boy, just a few years older than you. Great with herbs! And—“

“Stop stalling, Mags,” Tobias growls, moving to stand in front of her and crossing his arms. “That worked on me when I was ten. What’s going on with you? What did August want to bring up in his quarters?”

“Oh, that big oaf is just butting in where he doesn’t belong,” Maggie scoffs, though there’s no real malice in her voice. She moves to step around the small charmander, but stops when Tobias blocks her again.

“You’ve been acting strange ever since we got back,” Tobias protests. He stares up at her with defiant eyes, thinly-veiled concern in the pinch of his brow. “Seriously. What’s going on?”

For a moment Nia thinks the meganium is going to dismiss him again. But then Maggie sighs, antennae and flower mane drooping with something like defeat. “Please don’t fret, Tobias. I…I assure you it’s nothing bad, and I’ll share with you soon. As soon as I’m sure everything is in place.”

If anything, Tobias looks more worried at that. But after a moment he seems to decide that Maggie isn’t budging, because he steps aside to let her pass. A vine slips out to gently brush his cheek as she walks by.

“I’m going down to the cafeteria for an early lunch,” Maggie says over her shoulder. “Try to relax today.”

Tobias stares after her, his worry poorly concealed by irritation. “She didn’t even ask us if we wanted to eat with her.”

“Maybe she just…wants a little alone time? We did scare her in there, telling her about how many times we almost died.” Which in hindsight is concerning for their mental health and definitely something Nia should probably worry about more. But one problem at a time.

Tobias doesn’t look convinced. But instead of arguing, he just grumbles something under his breath and continues to walk towards their quarters. Nia follows, relieved when they finally reach the familiar little room.

“She did say it wasn’t anything bad,” Nia reminds him, trying to sound encouraging. “She wouldn’t lie about that, right?”

“No,” Tobias grudgingly admits, flopping onto his back beside Nia to stare up at the ceiling. “But if she won’t tell me what’s happening, it’s because I won’t like it.”

Okay, there’s probably some kind of truth to that. Nia wants to reach out and give him an encouraging pat or something, but refrains.

Instead, she moves to the nearest cabinet, where she’d carefully placed the letter she’d written last night (with lots of help from Maggie). On the outside of the envelope, Alice the Raichu, Afon’s Cap is written in Maggie’s much neater handwriting. The older human did say to keep in touch, and Nia already has so much to tell her, so Maggie offered to help her get the letter ready despite their late arrival home.

“The box on the mail room floor is the closest drop-off point,” Tobias says, seemingly determined to act uninterested even while he clearly wants to say something else. It’s weirdly endearing. Finally, he adds, “You staying up there a while?”

“No, I was thinking of going to see if Val is busy, actually,” Nia says, looking longingly towards their sleeping alcove, where she knows a small tower of books awaits her. It’s perfect reading weather, but… “I won’t do much with it today since we’re supposed to be resting, but I at least want an idea of what’s happening with my aura before we go on another mission.”

“Good idea,” Tobias says with an approving nod. “Make sure you tell her what Junie and I saw during the fire.“

“Right!” Nia bounces on her paws, trying to pump herself up instead of cowering away from the thought of using her aura again. Then she looks back down at Tobias, still sprawled across the floor. It’s a funny look on him, and she bites back a smile. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m gonna find the shinx kids,” Tobias says after a moment of thought. “I’m sure they’re dying to know about our trip, and if I don’t find them, they’ll find me.”

“And you sound very distraught about that,” Nia teases.

Tobias rolls his eyes. “Look, is it my fault some of the best company in this overgrown tree is a bunch of hyperactive eight year olds? No.”

Nia laughs and turns to go with a parting word or two. Tobias grunts a half-hearted goodbye, still staring up at the ceiling as he loses himself in his thoughts.

Nia climbs the short flights of steps to the mail floor to deposit Hazel’s letter, then makes her way down the Lexym Tree, still happy to be back among the comforting scents and sounds of the guild, overlaid with a backdrop of rain. When she gets to the training floor, she sees that the area is packed, more Pokemon sparring and practicing moves and filling up the large space than she’s ever seen. Guess her team isn’t the only one hiding away from the rainy weather.

There’s hardly any open space left, and the chatter, laughter and sounds of battle are almost overwhelming, even from the entrance. Nia takes a step back, considering just turning around and coming back later, when a familiar jeering shout catches her attention. It’s Andyn, stationed halfway through the fray. The deerling is sparring with her stufful partner, Jaz, while Ezra watches on the sidelines, yelling out encouragements. The sneasel spots Nia at much the same time and waves her over with a toothy grin.

Nia smiles back and timidly makes her way through the floor, ducking under flailing limbs and away from stray razor leaf attacks. When she finally reaches Ezra, the sneasel gives her a friendly bump of his hip.

“Hey, stranger! Didn’t know you would be back already. Good to see you.”

“Good to see you too,” Nia says, smiling as she watches Andyn pin Jaz with her hooves. The little stufful just looks resigned, sighing at her defeat.

Andyn looks over at Ezra, a cocky smirk on her face and a taunt on her lips, when she catches sight of the riolu. She lights up, large ears perking. “Nia! You’re back!”

The fawn Pokemon prances over to give Nia’s arm an affectionate headbutt. Nia laughs and pulls her friend into a quick hug.

Jaz wanders over as well, lazy smile dropping as she gets closer and spots the subtle scars where Nia’s injuries from the fire are still healing. “Hey, Nia. Get into some trouble on your trip?”

Jaz’s less observant teammates both frown as they finally notice them as well.

“I explicitly told you not to get hurt!” Andyn frets, sniffing at the ruffles in Nia’s fur and tickling Nia into giggles.

“Are those burns?” Ezra asks, worried.

Andyn jolts back, her concern immediately blazing into fury. She straightens up tall and stomps a hoof. “I swear to Virizion, if that dumb bonfire on legs that you call a partner did this—“

“No! No, he didn’t,” Nia hurries to say, paws out and frantically waving away the accusation. “There was a big fire in Ghatha that we got caught up in.“

Ezra and Jaz relax, recognition flashing across their faces. Andyn doesn’t look convinced, narrowing her eyes. Then she leans in closer to whisper, “You aren’t just covering for him, right?”

“No!” Nia says, her amusement souring a bit. She nudges Andyn back. “If anything, he saved my life. He wouldn’t hurt me.”

Before the deerling can protest, Jaz cuts in. “We heard about the fire. Just didn’t realize it was in the same city you went to.”

“You’re sure you’re all right?” Ezra asks. He shudders and rubs at an arm with his claws. “Fire can be scary stuff.”

“I was out of commission a couple of days, but I’m good as new!” Nia assures them. “The fire actually might have, uh…triggered something in my aura powers? That’s why I’m down here. I wanted to see if I could talk to Val.”

“She’s probably about done talking with Avery,” Ezra says. “You could ask her if she’s free afterwards!”

“Avery?” Nia echoes, blinking and following the sneasel’s gaze.

Sure enough, Val is talking with Xander’s teammate. The kirlia is handing a book over with a smile as the two chat with obvious familiarity.

“Oh. I didn’t realize they knew each other,” Nia says, blinking dumbly. She supposes a lot of the guild would know each other after living in the same space for long enough.

“Val is actually Avery’s aunt,” Ezra stage-whispers, as if this is juicy gossip.

For Nia, it might as well be. She looks again at the two Pokemon. Now that she’s taking a closer look, Val does almost seem to be smiling for once, and Avery is speaking animatedly to the stoic Pokemon. Huh.

“I didn’t know that,” Nia admits, intrigued despite herself. She wonders if Alistair and Val came to this guild together, or if maybe they were born here, raised in the nursery like Xander’s siblings? She turns to ask Andyn when Ezra speaks up again.

“Oh, looks like they noticed you.”

Nia squeaks and looks back, and sure enough her mentor and friend are both gazing curiously in her direction. Avery gives her an inviting smile and a tilt of their head.

“M-Maybe I shouldn’t interrupt,” Nia says.

“Go on! They already know you’re here and you obviously wanna talk to them!” Andyn says, using a hoof to prod Nia forward.

Nia sends her a playful glare but follows through, padding closer to the two half-psychic types. “H-Hi! Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Val hears my rambles often enough,” Avery says cheerfully. “It’s good to see you back!” Their smile droops as their eyes settle onto one of Nia’s scars. “You and Tobias traveled to Ghatha, correct? I heard there was a fire.“

Nia cringes. “Yeah, we uh…we did get caught up in that. We’re all right! But something did sort of happen with my aura, and I know today is a rest day but it’s kind of scaring me now so I was hoping Val might have a second to give me some advice or something and—“

“Breathe,” Val interrupts.

“Why don’t you tell us from the beginning?” Avery invites, folding gracefully into a seated position. “Unless you would rather speak to Val alone.”

“O-Oh, no, but uh.” Nia clumsily follows the kirlia’s lead and sits after Val does too. “Do you—um, both of you—have time?”

“My father will understand if I take a break from book deliveries,” Avery says, voice light. Val’s mouth twitches as if fighting a smile.

And so for the second time that day, Nia tells the story of what happened in Ghatha. About the convention and the fire, about a blue shield protecting her and Junie from certain death, about her aura growing more powerful than ever--but also out of her control.

When she’s finally finished, Avery is visibly concerned, looking at Nia with an understanding gaze. Even Val seems worried in her own way, dark eyes silently scanning Nia’s body as if looking for hidden injuries.

Nia glances over to Team Evergreen. They’re all not-so-discretely watching from a distance, giving her big grins of encouragement (and in Ezra’s case, an attempt at a thumbs-up even with giant claws for hands). Nia’s mouth twitches into a smile.

“So I’m just hoping for some answers,” Nia finally says. “I guess experimenting with my aura will have to wait for a training day, but I didn’t know if you would have any ideas on how to control it in the meantime? J-Just so I don’t lose control and hurt anyone with it until then.”

Val nods slowly. “While I commend your caution, I do not believe it will be as much of a problem as you fear.”

Nia slumps, looking in dismay to Avery, hoping for some backup. “B-But—“

“Forgive me if I’m wrong,” Avery cuts in. “But your aura only lashed out when you were in danger, correct?”

“Well…” Nia thinks back to the fire, and then to the battle with the seviper. “Y-Yeah.”

“In that case, I think Val is correct,” Avery soothes with a smile. “Your energy was just you trying to protect yourself. And if it hasn’t lashed out at all since then, you and anyone around you should be perfectly safe.”

“But it just…” Nia pauses, unsure how to phrase it. She looks around, eyes settling on Azami nearby. The tsareena is hyping up a green monkey Pokemon, directing them in how to send a flurry of leaves into a training dummy. The resulting attack almost blows them off their own feet. “It feels like it’s…too much. Too powerful. Like I can’t control it.”

“That’s normal for things like psychic energy or—in this case—aura,” Avery says. They glance at Val, as if to be sure they aren’t overstepping or saying the wrong thing, but the medicham just nods. “Sometimes an event will trigger our energy into…flaring up, as it were. And like a muscle being pushed to the limit to grow stronger, our power grows. It might just take a while to adapt to it.”

“We will work on your aura during our next training session,” Val adds. “So you feel you have a firmer grasp on it.”

Nia finally relaxes a bit, giving the medicham a grateful smile. “O-Okay. That sounds great. Thank you.”

“What I’m more curious about,” Avery says. “Is how you protected yourself from that debris in the fire. It sounds like your aura has certainly developed, but typically that power must be purposefully trained to form something that defined. It makes more sense for it to lash out in a formless attack than to form a shield.”

Nia nods. “Tobias was pretty positive that it looked like my aura, but…well, does it make any more sense for it to be the move protect? Humans are supposed to be able to learn that, regardless of species.”

Both Pokemon look surprised at this news.

“Where did you hear that?” Avery asks.

“In a book about legends in the archives.”

“How did I miss something like that?” Avery mumbles to themself. Then they shake their head. “Please do show me that book later. Regardless, it said that all humans can learn the move protect?”

“It was pretty clear on that, yeah.” Nia agrees. “Said it didn’t matter what species we were, either.”

“But if you cannot use any moves,” Val says, thoughtfully planting her chin on a fist. “That still should not be possible, whether you are human or not. Protect is a normal type move, and for whatever reason you cannot access any type energy.”

“You can’t use moves?” Avery asks, visibly taken off-guard. Nia winces, and they’re quick to hold out their hands in an apologetic gesture. “I was just surprised that didn’t come up in our previous conversations. I’ve never heard of such a thing. Is that common among humans?”

Nia shakes her head, trying not to feel ashamed but still not quite able to meet the kirlia’s eyes. “No. I met a lot of other humans in Ghatha and they could all use moves just fine. Oh!” Nia picks her head up again. “But I did ask another human about it who used to be a scientist! And he had some thoughts about maybe why I can use my aura when I can’t use any moves.”

Val’s quiet, attentive demeanor doesn’t change, and yet Nia somehow feels like she’s just piqued her mentor’s interest. Avery leans forward with interest.

“So I know aura is usually considered to be a fighting type power,” Nia says. “but Seiji mentioned that if that were the case, more fighting types should have access to it. Right?”

Avery tilts their head. “I…suppose that’s true.”

“So he thought that maybe aura is separate from my moves and doesn’t actually have a type at all!” Nia says.

Val hums. “That would make sense.”

Nia blinks at her, surprised by her calm acceptance. “R-really?”

Val nods. “I suspected something similar. You cannot access any type energy. Your attempts at fighting attacks have none of the fighting type energy behind them. But you have been accessing your aura at an impressive rate—it only makes sense for them to be separate.”

“Oh.” Nia is a little too stunned about her aura control being called ‘impressive’ to respond properly at first. “Um, thank you! Yeah, he said that it makes sense, since I can use aura even if I can’t use type energy. Because aura is like…our life energy, right? Everyone has it.”

“Correct,” Avery answers. When Val and Nia look to them with surprise, the kirlia gives an embarrassed laugh. “I was curious about aura after speaking with you about it, Nia. My father helped me find a couple of the books that discuss it, few as they are. He already had them pulled for you.”

Nia smiles, warmed by Avery’s interest and their father’s quiet support.

“So a move like aura sphere…” Val starts.

“Would just be aura combined with fighting type energy, not aura’s inherent typing,” Avery finishes. “That’s what I would presume.”

“So aura doesn’t actually…have a typing,” Nia summarizes, glancing between the two of them to confirm it. “It’s just neutral life energy. But didn’t you say that the energy used for normal type moves is neutral, too?”

“Correct.” Val says, crossing her arms and looking up at the room’s high ceiling of roots. “From what I recall, other types simply add an elemental energy to that base normal type energy to create their attacks.”

Nia slowly nods as she tries to grasp all of this information. So if she’s thinking about this whole thing right, typing is like…adding a drop of ink into a clean cup of water.

The base “normal” type energy would be plain old water. The typing element would then be the colored inks dripped into it, flaring and diffusing out to change the whole thing to a completely different hue. Turning a tackle to a flare blitz, or a hyper beam to a thunder. That…kind of makes sense.

“Normal type moves aren’t super effective against any other type, and every Pokemon line can learn a normal type move of some sort, even if it’s through TM,” Avery adds. “It’s the one universal move type.”

“So,” Nia starts slowly. “Normal type energy is just…the neutral energy that every Pokemon has, since it’s the base for other typed attacks.”

Val and Avery nod.

“But…” Nia hesitates, “isn’t that exactly like aura sphere, then? Are aura and normal type energy the same thing?”

Avery stills, face going blank. They blink at Nia, like she suddenly just started speaking another language. Even Val’s brow wrinkles in the smallest of furrows, like for once Nia’s nonsense has caught even her off-guard.

Nia shrinks back at the awkward silence. “I-Uh…sorry. Was that…really dumb?”

“The…same thing,” Avery echoes numbly. Then, more excitedly. “They’re…the same thing.”

“So they are?”

“It was always assumed normal type moves had a base neutral energy, but as far as I am aware, it was never even considered that it may be the same basic life energy as aura,” Avery says, their voice picking up speed as they speak.

“So you guys have just been…calling them by different names? Even though they’re maybe the same thing?”

Avery stands, pacing in short, twirling circles to burn off some frenetic energy as they talk to themself. “It would make sense. Why does it make sense? How could this have been overlooked?”

“So this is…important?” Nia asks, still not completely grasping the apparently mind-blowing implications of this conversation.

Avery laughs, almost sounding hysterical. “If this is true it could turn everything we know about typing and moves on its head!”

Nia looks back to Val. The medicham gives her something between a nod and a shrug.

“And it would even explain your shield in Ghatha!” Avery bursts out, stopping for a moment to throw out their hands. “No wonder Tobias was so adamant about it looking like the move protect as well as your aura—because it was both.”

“I…guess that makes sense,” Nia admits, not sure how to feel. Having only learned about types and aura a month ago, a discovery like this kind of just feels par for the course. But she could see how, if it had been an unshakeable core truth her whole life, this sudden new viewpoint could be earth-shattering.

Although, if aura and normal type energy are the same thing…

“Wait,” Nia cuts in. “So if we’re right, I should be able to use normal type moves, right?”

“Yes!” Avery says, ruby eyes sparkling.

“It would make sense,” Val agrees. “We have been attempting fighting type moves thus far, but perhaps we need to focus on normal type attacks.”

“But…” Nia starts, not wanting to poke holes in everyone’s excitement, but curious despite herself. “If that’s true and all Pokemon have access to that energy, doesn’t that mean that all Pokemon should be able to use aura powers, too?”

Val hums. “I believe it may be more accurate to say that all Pokemon can tap into their aura.”

“If we’re right,” Avery says. “it’s still where the power for moves and abilities comes from, so they are using it. Just not in the same way. Each Pokemon species has a unique typing and biology, specific abilities and movepools. It makes sense that the inherent energy of aura would arise differently in different species.”

“Like reading others’ souls and emotions,” Nia says slowly. “Something about riolu and lucario makes it so they can tap into that energy to use what we know as aura powers, while another kind of Pokemon can tap into that energy, then add a specific typing and…breathe fire, or control plant life.”

“Exactly!” Avery says, looking at Nia with a delighted expression. “Although that still wouldn’t explain why all humans can use protect, even without the proper training. Unless it only meant with training, but that wouldn’t be all that spectacular, then, since most Pokemon can learn it through TM anyways. Hm.” Avery turns back to Val. “Nia mentioned her aura training to me before, and discussed how you directed her to find it through emotion. But normal type moves don’t require an emotional tie to use, either.”

Val makes a so-so movement with her hand. “Aura is made more powerful and easier to bring out through emotion. I simply believed it would be easier for Riolu to wield it with that as a starting point. I am likely missing details. The Pokemon who know best are those who have made an art of using aura—the lucario packs. They would know much better than I.”

“But if the lucario already know about all of this, shouldn’t it be more…well-known? Like publicly?” Nia asks.

Avery stops pacing, looking troubled by the thought.

“Normal types using neutral energy has been standard knowledge for as long as I have been alive,” Val states. “Perhaps because what we know as aura powers are only used by a small group of Pokemon, no one stumbled across this idea before. The lucario packs would know. But they must be keeping that knowledge to themselves.”

Nia blinks. “But…Would they do that? This all feels…kind of important?”

“The lucario are a…reclusive group,” Val says after a moment.

“They’re a nomadic Pokemon,” Avery adds. “But very isolated. Very few ever leave their pack.”

“It would not surprise me to know that there are many facets to aura that the general public is unaware of,” Val says. “Even if normal type energy and aura are the same thing, it doesn’t particularly make a difference to most what it is called.”

“I guess that’s true,” Nia admits. “I mean, we’re only coming across this idea because I can wield aura but can’t figure out how to use moves. W-Well, and I’m not like…sworn to secrecy by other riolu and lucario. From what I can tell, that’s a pretty rare combo of circumstances, right?”

“It is,” Val agrees.

“But thanks to you, this information could change the entire way we think about move typing!” Avery exclaims, spinning in an excited, elegant twirl. “Oh, Father is going to be so excited to discuss this! We need to pass on word so tests can be ran—“

Avery turns to leave, but stops themself in a very uncharacteristic jolt of movement, looking back to Val and Nia. “Ah, apologies, I suppose we were still in the middle of talking—“

“Go on,” Val says, something warm and almost amused in her tone as she waves the younger Pokemon off. “Tell Alistair I said hello.”

Avery gives the two of them a shallow bow and a polite goodbye before bounding off. Nia giggles as she watches them go. She’s never seen the calm, collected kirlia so visibly excited before.

“As usual, you have certainly given us much to think about, little riolu,” Val says, voice warm. Nia thinks the corners of her lips might even be turned up in the tiniest hint of a smile. “I will discuss this further with Alistair and Avery before our next meeting. Perhaps what we have learned here can help further your training, both in aura and in moves.”

“Sounds good!” Nia says, hopeful. Maybe she can actually use some moves now! Normal type moves are much better than nothing. Plus, her aura is stronger too, so she could even start learning how to use it for attacks, too.

After a quick goodbye and word of thanks, Nia heads back over to Team Evergreen. Before she can say anything, Ezra grabs her by the arms.

“Nia. Nia. What the heck did you do to make Val emote?” The sneasel asks, eyes and grin wide and impressed. “Rewrite the laws of the universe or something?”

“Something like that,” Nia laughs. “Let me talk to Avery about it some more first and then I’ll catch you up.”

Jaz in particular looks curious, but the three nod.

“So what’re you planning on doing for the rest of the day?” Andyn asks. “We were thinking of getting lunch soon. Wanna join us?”

Nia hums. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m not really hungry yet. I was thinking of seeing if the rest of Xander’s team was around so I could catch up with them first.”

“Ugh, Team Shellshock is so cool,” Ezra groans, leaning dramatically against Andyn. “I know I literally just watched you geek out with Avery for half an hour, but I forgot that you’re like…actually friends with all of them! They’re a B-rank team!”

Nia laughs. “I mean, if you can wait for lunch you could always come with me? I don’t think they’d mind.”

“Oh, heck yeah. I’ve been wanting to challenge Kry to a battle for months,” Andyn says, stomping her hooves.

Ezra barks a laugh. “Have you seen that fraxure? She’s gonna pound you into the dirt.”

“I can beat you, and you have a type advantage over me!”

“That’s not saying much when Kry is a brick of muscle and scales.”

“And aggression,” Jaz adds helpfully, idly watching Azami kick around some other Seekers in training. The tsareena really doesn’t hold back, does she?

“M-Maybe don’t immediately challenge her to a fight?“ Nia suggests, cringing at the idea. She’s not sure if the dinosaur would take it as an offense and immediately tackle Andyn into a wall or not.

“Or, y’know, I could,” Andyn counters. “Only one way to find out!” She trots towards the staircase, weaving through the other Pokemon in the training hall.

Ezra and Jaz follow, already betting on Kry’s reaction and who would win in a fight between the fraxure and deerling. Nia shakes her head with a smile and tags along at the end of their little group.

Andyn claims that Xander’s team often holes up in their quarters on off days, so she leads them to the housing floor. Along the way, Nia thinks she sees Sage, the Pokemon who stopped in at a Maggie’s quarters the day before. The plant dinosaur (or is he a frog?) is gone before she can make sure, though.

Huh. Plant dinosaur. After learning about Val and Avery, Nia can’t help wondering if he could be related to Maggie somehow. Seems strange that she wouldn’t introduce them when she had the chance, though.

When they finally reach Xander’s team’s quarters, Nia isn’t surprised to hear familiar, childlike laughter spilling from the room. She is surprised to turn the corner and find not only Xander’s little siblings in the room with their brother and his teammates, but Tobias as well. He’s sitting close to the doorway, buried under a wriggling mass of shinx children.

“Tobias?” Nia asks, shocked enough to stop in her tracks. He hates Xander—and social interaction in general. How in the world did he end up in Team Shellshock’s quarters?

The charmander looks at her from his place on the ground, face an apathetic deadpan as he says, “These kids are a menace.”

“They wanted to play with Tobias and their big brother,” Felix adds from his place at Xander’s side, lounging on a cushion. The wartortle is grinning, clearly amused by the situation. “And who could say no to those little faces?”

Nia giggles and pads into the room after Ezra and Andyn not-so-subtly prod her further. The three shinx kids stop dogpiling Tobias to rush to the newcomers, saying hi to Nia and hurrying to ask Andyn’s team what their names are.

Nia is distracted from the chaos by Xander. The luxio rises from his spot on the cushion, catching her attention. For a split-second, Nia thinks of the luxio in Ghatha, electricity sparking in his fur and pure hate in his eyes. Wishes of harm frothing from his mouth.

But then she blinks and Xander is not-quite-running forward to meet her, his usual calm expression heavy with concern. She expects him to stop in front of her, but instead a single heavy paw lands on her back and yanks her into an unexpected hug, firm but softened by the luxio’s staticky fur.

“Tobias told me about the fire,” Xander says, voice muffled into her fur. Then he pulls back, golden eyes glancing over her healed burns. “You’re all right?”

Nia’s heart melts at his open concern. She tries to ignore the nagging feeling of familiarity pinging in the back of her mind—saying brother brother brother—and stay in the present instead of the fog of her lost memories.

“I’m fine, really. You guys don’t have to worry so much!”

“He almost fried a pillow when I told him,” Tobias drawls, sitting up and smirking when the shinx cubs returning to his side erupt into peals of laughter.

“He did!” Luca says.

“Xander’s so funny when he gets freaked out,” Laine adds.

Leor doesn’t say anything, but he does bite back a smile as he climbs into Tobias’ lap and happily flops down there.

Xander rolls his eyes, clearly familiar with his little siblings’ teasing even as his ears angle back with embarrassment. “Can you blame me? It’s not exactly a relaxing story.”

Nia gives him a smile and an affectionate nudge before glancing around the room. The fraxure that Andyn was so set on finding is also here, lounging in her own nest.

“Avery’s not here if you’re looking for someone to nerd out with,” Kry says, idly throwing an apple up in the air over and over to catch it with one hand.

“I actually ran into them earlier and we had a really awesome conversation about my aura!” Nia says. “They went back to the archives, I think.”

“Yeah, they’re helping their dad out today,” Felix says, watching with amusement as Andyn takes a deep breath and marches up to Kry to demand a battle. The dragon type pauses her game of catch to light up with a wicked grin. She immediately agrees, making plans for a brawl in the forest when the storm has passed.

“You find something out about your aura?” Tobias asks, lifting a brow up at Nia.

Nia plops down beside him, just close enough to feel the ever-present warmth that radiates from him. “Yes! We aren’t sure of anything yet, but if we’re right then we have news that’s going to blow your mind.”

Tobias snorts, flicking his fiery tail for Laine and Luca to practice pouncing on. “Sure.”

“No, seriously. Avery was ten times more excited than I was and I think even Val was surprised. Something about ‘changing the entire way we view move typing’?”

The charmander pauses, clearly reevaluating his snarky response. Even just knowing them in passing, Avery apparently has quite the reputation for their intelligence in the guild. And Val isn’t a scholar, but she’s definitely hard to catch off-guard. “Tell me later.”

The shinx cubs jump at Tobias’ stilled tail, and he quickly whisks it away again. Luca crashes into Laine, and after a moment of arguing the two shinx cubs tumble away with playful growls. Leor’s little ears flick, but he seems content to stay curled up in Tobias’ warmth and watch his more energetic siblings.

Ezra and Andyn wander back over to Nia’s side once the duel with Kry is set, the deerling settling down as far away from Tobias as possible. Jaz shyly starts up a conversation with Xander, clearly encouraged by the luxio’s welcoming smile.

Nia is surrounded by friends and happy, relaxed chatter, and it makes her smile.

Tobias seems to realize their current situation at much the same time, because he looks around at the good cheer with an almost offended expression.

“It was bad enough having to deal with Xander. When did I get surrounded by your friends?” Tobias demands. Ezra laughs at the outrage in the charmander’s voice.

“Oh, Arceus forbid Pokemon dare to be friendly in your general vicinity,” Andyn scoffs, rolling her eyes.

“I didn’t ask for this!”

“Trust me, I didn’t ask to be in the same room as you, either. Neither of us are happy about this.”

“You’re just in a bad mood because Kry called you a twig,” Ezra teases his partner.

“She is!” Kry shouts from across the room.

“She accepted our battle!” Andyn protests with a proud lift of her chin. “Clearly she recognizes a worthy opponent when she sees one.”

Felix snorts. “Kry thinks a particularly large rock is a worthy opponent.”

Kry barks a laugh that sounds something like agreement, and Nia can’t help giggling too, even if she tries tries to stifle it for Andyn’s sake. The deerling is clearly embarrassed, but she just gives the wartortle a pout and a slug of her hoof. He laughs and rubs good-naturedly at his arm.

Nia almost misses the quiet huff of laughter at her side. Tobias is looking down at Leor, combing his claws through the child’s fur, but there’s a small smile sneaking onto the charmander’s face.

Nia’s heart lifts, and she hurriedly looks away from him so he won’t notice that she noticed.

Still, Nia keeps an eye on the charmander as the jovial conversations around them continue. He doesn’t chime in often himself, and when he does it’s either to answer one of the kids or to jab at the others with a sarcastic quip, but even those get a few laughs out of Ezra and Felix and the shinx cubs. She isn’t sure if she’s imagining it or not, but she almost thinks he’s relaxing a bit as time goes on, his shoulders loosening, although the defensive glint in his eyes never leaves entirely.

Something about the whole thing makes Nia feel happy and…warm. Seeing so many of her close friends from the Pokemon world all together in one place, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. It reminds her of the day before, running into Maggie’s embrace. Or staying up too late at the inns in Ghatha with Junie, smothering their giggles to avoid waking Tobias.

Oh man, Junie would love to be here right now. She would have so much fun antagonizing Tobias and Andyn.

Nia smiles to herself at the thought. She doesn’t have her old life here, her human family and friends, and when she thinks of them her chest aches with something sweet and sore, like a cavity in her heart. But still…

She’s so grateful for the family she’s building here, too.

#pmd #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon #riolu #charmander #pmd seekers of soul #tesha draws #tesha writes #wartortle #deerling #luxio #shinx #sneasel #stufful

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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years

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your last blurb was so cute 🥺🥺 i loved it and i love everything you post, if it’s not a bother, could you write a little scenario about harry visiting yn during her classes and how he interacts with the kids ? much loveee💕

WILD CATS

A/N: aww thank you!!🥺this one is very short but i think its really sweet!

WORD COUNT: 606

“And that is how you can tell tigers and leopards apart, alright?” you finish your speech, walking around between the tiny desks as the kids finish up their drawings, each of them had to choose some kind of wild cat to draw, you see a lot of lions, tigers and even a cheetah, all of the works unique in their own way.

“When I grow up, I’ll have a tiger,” one of the boys, Marlon hums as he finishes up his scary tiger drawing.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible, but you can always just go to the zoo and see one,” you chuckle softly.

A soft knock is heard on the door and you call out to whoever is on the other side. The door opens and Harry’s head pops in, a small smile tugging on his pink lips.

“Mr. Harry!” some of the kids gasp in excitement as the rest of his body joins his head, walking into the room and closing the door behind him.

“Shh, the class is still going, I’m not even here!” he shushes at them, but sends a wink at them, making the class, mostly the girls, break out in a fist of giggles. “Here, babe. These were the ones you needed, right?” He asks handing over you a stack of papers you left at home but you’ll need them for your afternoon classes.

“Yes, thank you so much, you saved my life,” you sigh in relief, kissing him shortly as you take everything from him.

“Are you staying, Mr. Harry?” Tyler asks, drumming on the desk with his pencil.

“You should be the judge!” Bethany gasps in excitement.

“The judge of what?” Harry questions.

“We are drawing wild cats! Miss Y/L/N told us about all the different kinds!”

“Wow, that sounds exciting! I mean, if Miss Y/L/N doesn’t mind, I can stick around for a bit,” he hums, shooting you a questioning glance.

“I guess we can have a little competition,” you smile back at him.

Not even ten minutes later, when all drawings are done and perfected, Harry is seated on one of the tiny chairs that are for the kids, his legs way too long for it, but he doesn’t mind it. Besides, he is way too busy with all the art pieces presented to him, humming along with a serious face and he is even taking notes on the piece of paper he asked from you. When everyone has showed him their drawings he announces that he needs a minute to decide on the winner and he needs your assistance, so the two of you step out to the hallway just for a moment. You’re convinced he just wants to kiss you without the curious eyes of the kids, but once the door is closed, you’re surprised to see him actually invested in the task.

“Do you think I should actually choose a winner?” he asks you with a frown. “Because Jocelyn definitely won with her little lion family.”

“Or you could just say they all won,” you suggest chuckling softly as you step closer to him, hands cupping his cheek.

“Excuse me, are you trying to affect the results with your sexiness, Miss Y/L/N?” he grins at you with a sly smile, hands tugging on your waist as he pulls you close against him.

“Mm, I’m not a contestant, so it doesn’t count,” you smirk, stealing a quick kiss, the buzzing in the classroom rising, a sign for you that it’s time to get back. “Alright, let’s announce the results, Mr. Harry.”

“After you, Miss Y/L/N,” he nods at you, opening the door for you.

#harry #styles #harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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Your Stardew Impact has given me a serious brainrot and I couldn’t sleep on it so here

Imagine the boys getting Isekai to Stardew and meeting their (soon-to-be) s/o a.k.a the farmer who found them in the mines and dragged them out.

It’s basically the same as the original but the reader lives in Stardew universe from the beginning.

The Outlanders who trespassed the Stars [Stardew Valley + Genshin Impact]

Synopsis: You were a simple farmer who lived a simple life before crossing paths with these outlanders. A tale of greetings and farewells tells a story that loving someone was like looking at the stars in the sky; a sense of warmth amidst darkness, where the dots connect no matter what distance it was. But just like stars, they were meant to be unobtainable.

(Basically what happens if the boys get Isekai'd)

Genre: fluff, angst (faceapalm didn't mean to)

Characters: Childe, Xiao, Zhongli

(A/n): Hi anon, haha I didn't think the Stardew Impact series would be this enjoyable. Allow me to serve your brainrot. But just for future references there is a character limit! Also it long, a pro tip to use ctrl+F and type in the name :>

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~Childe's Story~

The day you met Childe was perhaps during the most fortunate yet unfortunate hour of your life.

Winter comes by, your fields were left dry, what else was there to do other than mining? You were aiming to build a new Barnhouse before summer comes, fishing only made average income thus you decided to take your pickaxe and hope to run into some diamonds, gold or even better: prismatic shards. However, expensive items could only be found in the deepest parts of the mountains, where dangerous monsters lurk by.

When peeking over the abandoned minecart you so carefully shielded yourself with, you began contemplating whether you've just dug yourself a grave instead. The whole area became infested, you weren't in the best condition and on top of all that, you were out of food.

You decided to make a run for it, with the treasures and goodies at hand, you couldn't give up. However, things only got worse when purple mist began taking over your vision, signaling a lava bat wave drawing nigh. It was thanks to your greed that you ended in such a predicament but it was also your greed that brought you to him.

"W-Woah!!"

You tripped with your toe pointing downwards into a pile of wooden crates. The bats swarmed in shortly after, daunting around the area above but you couldn't afford to look. Your face was down to the ground and you could only rely on your ears regarding their whereabouts. As if Yoba heard your prayers, the lava bats could not seem to find you, confusing them to think you've escaped. And so, they flew away.

"I'm never doing that again," The sudden impact was excruciating, you were sure that your lip bled due to biting too hard. At least the floor felt somewhat soft, cotton-like and warm enough to be comforting. Yet, for some reason it was also a little…bony?

"…Mn…."

Your body jerks up like a springboard when you felt something shifting. A man, no older than his twenties, no older than you, lays sprawled out under your form. He was beginning to stir and you panicked when a pair of blue cerulean eyes pointed into your seemingly shocked ones within the close parameter.

Too close.

The man gives a cheerfully wry chuckle, you could practically feel his breath almost, "Well this is quite unexpected, didn't think I'd end up in this position," he jests, soon his expression began to tighten into a grimace, "Mind getting off me though? With all due respect miss, you're a little-…heavy."

You scrambled to the side while still kneeling, "What the hell, who are you?!"

"Hm," The man didn't answer, instead he pushed himself upright and turned his attention to examine the surroundings, "Where are we?" He paused when he noticed how the ceiling was made of rocks, "Wait, is this a cave?"

"Ninety two floors deep and surrounded by monsters," you sighed in frustration while rubbing your head with your palm, "Seriously, whoever you are you shouldn't be here, especially if you're not even carrying the necessary supplies."

"Hey, I just got here. I'm just as confused as you," he puts his hands up in a defensive gesture, "But how strange," he mutters to himself, lowering his arms ever so slightly before pinching his chin in deep thought, "I swear it was the right portal…or maybe it was the other one? Hmmm, could it be the effect of the hidden seal?"

I have so many questions. You sweatdropped nervously. Here you were, hours spent to get to the deepest parts of the earth and looking like a cavewoman while his clothes were practically untouched, nor did they seem to be a recognizable fashion. You've seen many odd events within Stardew Valley but not to this extent, "Alright you know what, let's forget about it for now. We need to get out of here before those lava bats come back for us again. Otherwise we're toast," you gestured to the lava pool, "Literally."

He gave another one of his gleeful smiles, you wondered if he was afraid at all, "Sounds like a solid plan to me. Judging by the equipment you're wearing, you seem to have been here for a while. You know your way around?"

Figures that he doesn't know, you thought, "I'll lead."

"Glad we're on the same page. Though, we've only just met and yet you're still willing to help a stranger like me," he mentions in an off-handed manner, perhaps he wasn't used to generosity ever since being recruited as a harbinger, "But not that I'm complaining. You have my thanks, comrade."

"(Y/n)," you tell him, "That's my name. I'm a farmer that resides in this town."

"I see. A town it is then," he inquires, "Call me Childe, as where I'm from, not sure how to answer that anymore."

"What do you-"

But before you were able to question him further, a hoard of lava crabs were spotted crawling it's way towards where Childe sat. He shot you a confused look and turned to the direction, amusement sparks in his eyes,

"Lava crabs? You've got to be kidding me," your arms have already grown tired long ago, at this rate, you figured it may be best to pay a visit to Harvey's doctor office and check up for any muscle strains that have occured during the process. You most likely have considered how heavy your items felt now. Partaking in another battle would only make it worse.

"Ah an opponent, to think this place wouldn't have a set of new monsters to fight. I was growing tired of beating up hilichurls all the time."

His casual reaction caused you to scrunch up your nose in disbelief, "We're being ganged up on and your first response was that???"

Childe paid no mind, instead he propelled himself back to his feet using his trained reflexes and swaggered towards the crowd, "Relax girlie," Stopping just after a few steps, he turns his head ajar over his shoulder with a floppy smirk spreading his lips, "I've got this."

You held in your breath, wondering if you could trust this man. For now all you could do was sit back and hopefully regain some of your strength while observing by the stacks of crates that were abandoned years ago. The lava crabs formed a straight line in front of him, they were smart creatures, cornering their prey in a very well strategized form so that trespassing was out of the question. Childe wasn't intimidated in the slightest, he merely looked down at them with hooded eyes, flexing his fingers for preparation.

"Lava crab…in other words you're of the pyro element," the harbinger holds out his hand in front of him, trying to cultivate the shape of his bow, "A shame. This fight would end much shorter than I anticipated."

However, when he expected his element to manifest, nothing came out. Childe was left dumbfounded.

"Don't just stand there," you screeched, "Do something!!!"

"Wait," he halts you and tries to summon his bow again. Once, twice, as the crabs grew closer still there was nothing, "My powers…they're gone?!"

"Take this," left without a choice, you pushed yourself towards him and shoved Neptune's glaive into his grasp. He examines it with curiosity, but you knew this was also your own well-being you were entrusting him, "It's really easy to use, just-"

When a crab leapt forward, you ran back to create some manageable space for Childe to move in. He delivers a powerful slice using one arm, hitting the crab's weak spot while tossing it toward the side until a dent was formed in the wall. Your mouth parts, fast, he was fast, you didn't even have the time to blink. It was as if he knew the glaive more than you did. Though, the assumption wasn't that far from the truth. Childe was well adept with swordsmanship as he was an expert with many other melee weapons. Which is precisely the reason why he chose the bow as his main, a ranged device, the challenge to keep him on his toes. Just like he was now.

"He wasn't lying when he said he could fight," you watched in mesmerization, each single blow he delivered deemed equivalent to three hits on your part. Childe was both powerful and swift. He was formidable. The way he effortlessly deflected his opponents despite not having an enchantment ring made you forget how much of an idiot he was earlier before. Soon, the lava crabs began to lessen, leaving what remained of their dusted corpse while some retreated back into the depths of the cave.

"Not bad, it was kind of fun!" Childe laughs exasperatedly, glancing at his blue reflection upon the marred blade, "It's been a while since I last used a sword, and still haven't gone rusty either," he hands you the hilt, "Thanks for letting me use it by the way. You seriously got yourself a sick weapon."

"Keep using it for now, I think I'm a little too worn out to handle it," you say regretfully and pointed your nose towards the ceiling, "The mist hasn't disappeared so there's probably gonna be more monsters we'll encounter soon."

Childe looks up as well, "Huh I was wondering what that meant."

"By the way I've never seen anyone fight like that. Exactly what kind of place are you from?" You finally ask, "You somehow ended up in a cave, without anything to defend yourself with and it's not like you know your way out either. Are you...from another world?"

"Huh didn't think you'd draw that conclusion so quick," he comments jokingly, "Guess there's no reason to hide it anymore. Indeed I am from another world, at least, that's what I can tell so far. I've never encountered these types of monsters either."

You couldn't help but be taken aback by his honesty, "That was strangely easier than I thought...."

After escaping the cave, you introduced Childe to the wizard who lived in Cindersap forest, M. Rasmodius. He was extremely intrigued by the concept of an outlander and seemed happy to be of assistance. Since helping others was the culture of Pelican Town, you commissioned Robin to build a small cabin for him to live in temporarily. In return, Childe must accompany you back to the caves and make up for your losses. It was a mutual benefit since he had the opportunity to fight as well.

Childe befriended the townsfolk rather easily. On friday nights where everyone goes to the Saloon to enjoy their time, he would be found in the other room playing pool with the gang (Sam, Abigail and Sebastian)-- you as well when he managed to drag you along with him.

Crashes at your place when you were busy with the farm. You can bet that he would pop up suddenly midday through your window, “Can you use the door like a normal person???” But despite how much you get irritated by this habit, all bygones are bygones the moment he starts a conversation.

He sticks around as you carry your hay batches, sharing his stories. How the organization he worked in was a powerful militaristic force that had authority over many countries. But you didn't see him as a brute since he only joined for the sake of his parents, for the sake of his siblings and their dreams.

You thought of your grandfather who also once told you to pursue your dreams: live a peaceful life away from urban society. However, as long as the harbinger was with you, there wasn't much option for 'peace'.

"Tell me again why you dragged me out here? You know thatI still have a lot of work to finish back in the farm," you trekked your feet through the thick icy sheets with one hand clutching the zipper near your collarbone. It was incredibly windy in Cindersap forest and Childe happened to have convinced you to leave the comfort of your home for 'a surprise favour'. He purposely made a vague statement to draw in your curiosity but if you had refused-- well, that would have led to constant nagging on his part.

"You'll see," is what he said, it was what he told you through this whole ordeal. He lifted his chin to feel the frosty air against his face, "There's this one activity I wanted to try out. Back in Snezhnaya, I used to bring my brother to go skating out on the lakes. It's deadly freezing there so the ice is pretty thick to work on. Haven't done any of that since I joined the Fatui."

You shot him a deadpan glare, "That's why you brought me out here? Why didn't you just go by yourself?"

"Now that's cold (Y/n),” you rolled your eyes at the pun, “Can't you loosen up instead of throwing yourself in a pile of work all day?"

"It's not that I don't want to...I'm just very busy with the farm since it's the last day of the month. At least I want to do as much as I can before Spring comes."

"Haha you're right but you only live once y'know?" Childe noted happily despite your protest, "And like I said before, seize the opportunity when you see it. You never know when it will be your last."

You cocked your head to the side, "What do you mean?"

"Now let's get started shall we?" As you both reach the edge of the frozen lake, Childe takes a step forward ahead of you, "Have you ever gone ice skating before?"

"Yeah but..." You glanced at the glassy surface with skepticism, suddenly struck by hesitance. The thought of drowning made you retreat your steps right away, "I don't know Childe, it doesn't seem that safe."

"That's true if you're not careful enough," he pointed out, "Luckily you have me to help you with that."

"How does that work?"

He placed one foot onto the hardened lake and parts his mouth into a grin, "Watch."

In contrast to your cautious personality, Childe was considered to be more of a wildcard if anything. He loved adventure, just like you except his side often included bloodshed and the thrill that danger carries. You weren't sure if it was worth putting up with his antics or entertaining his idea of skating on thin ice, but you complied regardless. He had a way of delivering his words through that cheery voice you couldn't deny.

Prior to meeting him, life was boring. The corporate world was boring. You moved into your grandfather's farm in order to search for some form of fulfillment that Zuzu city couldn't give and you thought you did now that you had your very own farm, but slowly you began to pile more responsibilities than you could even count.

Everything you did, you did alone.

If it weren't for Childe, you wouldn't have learned the art of surfing on ocean waters. You never would have known the taste of mixing three different ice-cream flavours together despite what strange names they all had. Or what it felt like to mingle with the townspeople rather than mingling for the sake of business. Suddenly, everything became...fun.

Childe wanted to go far and wide. He was always running, so far ahead, somewhere beyond the stars as he could conquer the world to the point you might no longer reach him.

No longer reach him, huh. Curling your fingers into your palm, you renewed your courage and took a step onto the ice.

At the sound of boots tapping behind him, Childe spins around to see you wobble in your stance, nearly tipping over. He slid across to where you were and grasped your arm before you fell.

"Gotcha."

"Thanks," You sighed in relief, "Jeez, this is harder than I thought."

"Guess this is your first time then," he commented with a bit of jest, "Don't stress yourself over it too much, you'll be okay. I got you."

He carefully led you to the center, staying close in case you were to fall sideways again. You awkwardly tried to keep your legs straight, balancing on your own yet the fact that there was still water underneath struck fear into your nerve. It caused you to tremble and eventually skittered backwards.

"Haha ice skating isn't your forte isn't it?"

"I'm just getting started!"

He takes your hand in his before you could even protest, it was one of his many aspects that you found endearing-- the fact his impulse stems from genuine intentions, feelings, not giving them a second thought. The two of you glide using the soles of your shoes, he speeds up ever so slightly and the adrenaline begins to increase until there comes a rush of excitement, freedom. The stress you once had already forgotten once taking flight upon the ice.

"Look Childe! I'm actually doing it!" You couldn't help mentioning with a bit of youthful playfulness in your voice, "It's so smooth and fast! Almost like I'm flying!"

He smiles quietly from a distance, “See? I told you that you'll be fine.”

It was clear to many that the two of you were much closer than what meets the eye.

Childe began to notice the change in your aura. You were happier and much more soulful. Before you were always on the edge, cautious in contrast to his sanguine approach, he couldn't help but be caught off guard whenever you teased him. Or the sudden honesty that causes him to be flustered. By your side, he was no longer a Fatui Harbinger rather more of a puppy, adorable almost.

But when he saw that the reason you changed was because of him, it brought fear into his bones. Why? How did things get to this point? You were lost in a wonderland, ignorant to the blossom that had sprung inside of your chest.

Maybe it was better to be ignorant. Just live in the moment while it can still last.

"You're leaving?"

Standing at the gateway between the mountain cliffside and the starry sky, you call out to the man you've known in a way that carries more than what words could say. Because he left a mark in your years that could never be erased and here he was, trying to erase his existence completely.

Childe lets out a bitter chuckle, he didn't dare to face you, "I didn't expect you to catch up so quickly. You're quick-witted, comrade."

"It's (Y/n)," you corrected, trying to steady your voice so that he couldn't tell the expression you were making, "Why didn't you say anything? What makes you think that I'll just stay silent and let you go on your own way? This isn't a joke Childe! Don't act as if none of it matters to you because it sure as hell did to me."

His lips that held his usual smirk flattens into a straight line, "Even if I did, would it make a difference?"

The world stills. You knew the answer, he knew the answer, you just refused to admit it. One by one, the stars begin to collect themselves until a bridge was formed in front of him, on another day he would be enjoying the scenery alongside you. But today they would be for you alone to witness. The man who you spent your time with had slowly, regretfully, inevitably became a stranger. He was right. It wouldn't make a difference. You were already aware since the day you met him that he belonged to another world and you willingly offered to help him find a way home.

"You know, you could come with me."

Your eyes jolt open. His voice was so free of care. As if he was commenting on something so minor on a casual Sunday afternoon while accompanying you to the beach. But when you came face to face with the harbinger, his expression lackluster, you knew that he meant every word.

"Just you and me, we can travel across the world to our heart's content. I always thought you were an adventurer just like me and you know what, the farm life just doesn't suit you," Childe slowly extends his hand as an offer, for you it was a temptation, "So what do you think? Care to join me?

Your lip quivers. What he said sounded like a sweet dream that you so desperately wanted to take a bite out of. But even so, you thought about the townsfolk, your farm, your grandfather. Their images flashed in as if holding you back, chaining you to the ground, "I can't."

The answer pained you more than it did to him.

"Figures, this is your home after all," he huffs out, " Now do you understand? I can't leave my home either. If I did, heh, I think my siblings would despise me until the very end and I just don't want that. So no hard feelings, okay?"

You didn't reply.

"Don't worry. I won't pressure you if you don't want to," Childe turns back to the bridge, it was almost time, "Do what you have to do (Y/n), hate me if it makes you feel any better. You can even forget about me," he paused, renewing his resolve, "But I know I won't."

"Childe-"

You ran to grab his scarf only to have it ghost through your hands. He was relieved that he couldn't hear your voice, as he returned to Teyvat, Childe wonders what kind of expression did you have before he left? He'll never know.

---

~Xiao's Story~

The day you met Xiao...well, you weren't in the best of the best positions.

This was probably your sixth attempt trying to make it through all levels of the cave and reach the last floor. The quest had been sitting in your drawer for months.

Of course you didn't expect things to be easy, the fortune teller channel you watched every morning had yet to inform you with any good fortune and you would often bump into obstacles that would halt your progress.

But to be fair, sometimes the colourful ore would attract your attention and before you knew it, it was time to go.

So close yet so far. You dragged your feet tiredly against the ground. What time was it? Who knows. Judging by your state, you assumed it had already struck past 12 a.m.

However, today luck seems to have taken pity on you, just...slightly.

You puffed air into your cupped hands for the nth time, huddling deeper into the touch of your coat while trudging into the cave's cold climate. A little longer, any time soon, you kept telling yourself over and over but as if time was frozen, the wait felt like an eternity. Ah how much you wish to be in the comfort of your soft, fluffy bed right now. Though, merely visualizing the image only reminded how achingly freezing it was so you decided it was best to spare yourself from the details.

"I can't do this anymore..." leaning your head against the ice covered cavern, you whimpered, "I should have stayed home."

As you were about to shut your eyelids, something flashed by your peripheral vision. You darted towards the direction it came from, the light was a bright green hue against blue, could it be, "Warmth!"

It seems you jumped to conclusions too quickly. With impatience, you swung around the corner, expecting to find a heat source, only to meet something much more horrifying.

"KYAH!"

They stared straight into your eyes, those demonic eyes tainted by black and fangs that stuck out of the mouth like tusks on an elephant.

However, when the light evaporated you were able to have a better sense of sight, slowly revealing the monster's true form and the body of a human boy. He fell onto his back with a thud and you used this chance to calm yourself from the frightful encounter.

"He's...unconscious?"

You meekly crawled to where he lay and examined closely. Aside from the mask, there were various distinct features that stood out in his attire, his tattoo being one of them, imprinted in what looked like an eagle. You then realized how unsuitable his clothes were in this current situation. At least there were no injuries so far. But was that a good thing? This man practically came out of thin air as if some sorcery had been committed. Witches never left a good impression ever since they cursed your chicken coop. You were hesitant whether to help a stranger who could potentially be one of them or a creation they cultivated. What other explanation could there be?

"I can't leave him here, it's too cold."

Your gaze suddenly falls upon his covered face. The design, although intimidating at first, upon closer look was very alluring in it’s own way. You haven't stumbled upon anything like what the merchants had to offer in Pelican Town and the mask almost looked too foreign. Was he from the east? Curiosity eventually takes over and you gingerly reach for the mask, sliding it off his face.

"Eh...?" You gasp, taken aback by his striking appearance. A part of it made you feel this was no ordinary boy but that didn't mean he should be abandoned in this environment. It would be immoral to let him die in a place like this.

Before you could even make a noise, his eyes bursted awake, grabbing your wrist in a harsh grip. He used his other hand to push against your shoulder until you were instantly pinned on your back with no opening to escape. You choked a sharp sound as you stared with wide eyes. The man was akin to a beast, he had the expression to match it, like the glaring sharp gaze of wolves that roam at the mountain cliffside near Zuzu city and the ferocity of the demonic mask he once wore. You were breath taken but in a more fearful way as he continued to grip onto you tighter with the possible intent to harm.

"Speak!” He demanded, “What have you done to my powers and where have you brought me?"

In Xiao’s case, he was thrown into another world under the circumstances of fighting against one of Liyue’s unknown beasts. He was on high alert, thinking the fight was still ongoing.

You may look human but you could still be a threat. Xiao is the type to act upon instinct in the moment when something feels out of place. Like the spear he wields, he was trained to behave like one: to strike, strike down his foes without hesitation. Don't leave an opening for them to take the advantage. Xiao is a weapon and violence was what he knew best. He couldn't afford to lower his guard even for a minute.

You could say he left a pretty strong first impression to the point you were paralyzed. As he looked at your face, petrified and tense, he wavered and began to reevaluate things. Large doe-like eyes stare into his feline ones. They didn't seem to hold any sort of malice, was it possible for you to be the one who cursed him?

"Eeeeeek! I-I have no idea what you're talking about, let me go let me go!" you cried, "Please don't hurt me!"

Perhaps he shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.

Xiao feels your struggle and eventually gets off to give you some space. Your reaction was understandable, he was used to it anyways. Xiao scoffed to himself, why are mortals so weak? Their strength, if compared to the adepti, was separated by a large gap (Like it always should be). Xiao kept his gaze averted to the side as you rubbed your wrist, focusing his attention elsewhere. He glanced at the vastness of the cave in front of him.

Why was he sent here? For what reason did it serve? Ever since he sealed the contract with Rex Lapis, the guardian Yaksha had never entertained the thought of leaving his country nor did he act upon it; he was far too loyal to his god to do so. But here he was, against his own will yet free from his karmic binds, stripped of his divine powers in the return of endless questions about this new found mortal-like form.

What should I do now?

Choosing not to dwell in any longer, Xiao rises to his feet and proceeds to walk the other way.

"Ah u-uhm sir, where are you going?"

If the universe wanted to test him then he'll find his own answers.

"Wait! Please wait up!"

"Tch."

Although he intended to keep going, Xiao heard you running to his direction and slowed to a halt, some mortals surely do not know their boundaries, "Hmph there's nothing timid about you. Leave me be," he demands without turning around, "Don't forget what I'm capable of."

Stay away.

"I-I know that," you retaliate weakly. Just by hearing his tone made you want to melt away and become one with the ice. He was a scary man indeed, the same one who attacked you earlier. But even so, "That doesn't mean I want you dead! If you go that way, you might freeze to death. Aren't you cold? You don't even have a coat on."

"..." Upon the mention of his predicament, his senses started to kick in. As a yaksha, Xiao wasn't able to be affected by temperature but now he felt his hands beginning to sting, trembling from it’s impact. Ah, so this is what it feels like to be cold. Still Xiao was stubborn and continued to push you away, "What happens to me has nothing to do with you. Now leave, or else."

"I-I can't do that!"

Xiao clicks his tongue in frustration. How annoying. This is why he dislikes meddling with meddlesome humans. But quite frankly, he wasn't sure how to handle your type of forwardness since most tend to back away. And so, Xiao does what he usually does, he ignores you and continues walking, eventually you'll give up on him anyway. However he hears a loud thump and whips around to see your body laying in the snow. The hours of travelling in the cave have seemed to caught up that you inevitably collapsed from exhaustion.

Knitting his evergreen brows together, Xiao lets out an irritable sigh.

...

You wake up to find the sky above your head and your coat draped over your shoulders like a blanket. Dawn was slowly rising above the distance valley, you figured it was around 4a.m in the morning. Rubbing your eyes, you eventually noticed a figure sitting across, admiring the sunrise.

"Ah it's you!"

Xiao jolts ever so slightly, peeking over his bare shoulders until you could see the sun's light casted against his golden irises. Did he stay here while you were asleep? Then, that would also mean he was also the one who carried you all the way up from sixty floors below.

“You're awake,” he noted flatly, “If that's the case, then I have no reason to stay here."

Of course, that wouldn't be the last time you saw him.

You were a tenacious human being, always so insistent in dragging him away from his lonesome personality. He resides in the forest and camps there for the time being (similar to Linus since they’re both homeless lol). But you’d always run in, DAILY and sometimes for the most stupid and mundane reasons. It could either be giving him the snacks you snatched off the table since Xiao refused to participate in parties, or fancy seashells you found on the beach. You didn’t want him to miss out on all those things of course! Although he responds with irritation, it was as if his words went through your ear and then out the other. His efforts were futile (however, he was slowly warming up without realizing).

He learns how easily his body reacts in the presence of food purely because he was hungry. You bring an extra set of blankets and pillows to his campsite when the ones you gave him wore out (he didn’t ask by the way). Xiao needed help whether he liked it or not since he no longer has his powers, hence he couldn't run away. He somehow ends up moving in to live on the small islands near your farm.

Xiao doesn't understand humans very much. Just as he was unable to understand how human emotions work. He was the almighty yaksha, Adeptus Xiao and a formidable beast that killed thousands in thousands of years, at least that's what he used to be. Even now he still has yet to figure out what he was or who he was exactly without a weapon to define his existence. He was made for battle but nowadays, he found himself watering plants, chopping down trees and throwing seeds to the chickens living in your coop. How did everything escalate to this? It baffles him, how much his life changed so drastically.

Haha, you’re Xiao of course! The greatest farming assistant I could ever have.

But above all else, the one thing Xiao couldn't understand among those universal questions, is you.

"Why are you doing all this?" Finally he asked. The urging thought had been persisting at the back of his mind ever since.

You stopped on your tracks and turned to look at him, tilting your head with a complexion made curious, "What do you mean? Ah, did I do something to bother you?"

"I didn't say that," Xiao interrupts abruptly, he folded his arms across his chest and shot you a deep contemplating gaze, " You're...incomprehensible. All I did was drag you out of that cave yet why are you so kind to me? Don't you think you're extending yourself too much just because of one little deed?"

Because to him, saving a life was the norm. He does it unconditionally just like you helped him with those same intentions. Except, Xiao had been pursuing corrupted souls behind the scenes all this time and expected nothing in return. Experiencing someone's gratitude was rather new.

You shook your head, "It wasn't small to me," a satisfactory smile melting onto your face, "I'm here at this very moment, feeling the wind against my skin and smelling the scent that nature carries, these are just the few things I cherish. It's thanks to you that I can still watch over grandpa's farm, that's why I don't feel like I'm overextending myself in any way," suddenly you beam at him, "At first I thought you were a scary person. Haha. Time flies so fast, it's amazing how much can happen in between."

"Hn, you're a simpleton. But that's not a bad thing..." he points out curtly yet softly, "Do as you wish, I won't stop you so feel free to call my name whenever you need my help. I'll be there."

Xiao also finds you to be very clumsy. He couldn't leave your side even for a minute. But that was a lie. He just grew very attached to you.

When you tell him that you've been going into the mines for a quest, he tells you that you're far from capable. So he teaches you how to wield a weapon properly. Xiao was a strict teacher and he intends to keep it that way, he wouldn’t even allow you to set foot in the mines until he finds you capable enough.

You were a meek yet optimistic person, yet you were also strong-willed.

For a place that wasn't his home, he felt it was. And he found that it was all in your presence. Those peaceful hours hiding inside the barn while a storm rages outside, you sit beside him while hugging a sheep close to your chest. Xiao learns how to feed some of them, he even brings seeds for your hen house too. If you were ever short on materials, Xiao would travel to the enchanted forest behind the wizard's tower and get them for you, no matter how late it was. Though if you went by yourself, he'd deliberately go with you despite your protest.

The minute Xiao realized how much he was attached to you, it was devastating. As if the claws of his karmic debt had come back, pulling him into the shadows once more. He was an adeptus with a contract and bound by his duty, he must choose between his god who saved him from a nightmare and you, the girl he fell for, showed him that the world was indeed a beautiful place, he was stuck in an equilibrium and he felt that the binds may even tear him apart if he kept resisting.

But when did he ever have a choice?

"Where are you going Xiao?"

When he heard your voice calling his name, the yaksha willingly pulled himself to a halt. His sunset eyes narrowing from guilt before it shuts with a trembling sigh out of his mouth. Why is it that you always appear during the moments where he desperately needs to get away from you? He planned to sneak out the door, making sure his footsteps were unheard while you slept. And by the time you woke up, he didn't have to face you, he wouldn't have to say goodbye. He won't. Even if what he was currently doing said otherwise. He will never hear himself say those words.

"Xiao?"

Yet, he cannot refuse you. Not now, not ever. You were breathtaken to see a type of expression that you never thought was possible for him to make. The creases that once formed between his slender brows, the heaviness he always carried in his expression was replaced by a sense of sentimentality. Before you could register what was happening, Xiao took his step towards the porch of your house, not once did he tear away from your attention. He slides his hand beneath your jaw and affectionately against your cheek, the fondness evident in his gaze that you almost felt imprisoned by it.

"You never fail to appear in the most inconvenient of times," He gives a weak smile, a smile that makes your heart swell. Despite how much you could drown in his honesty, you couldn’t help but feel there was something wrong, “No matter how many times I’ve tried to push you away.”

You don't know him. You don't know his history and what things he committed in the past. But as if you've known this whole time, Xiao couldn't picture you leaving him for those reasons.

“You’re gentle but you don’t let others put you down. You’re kind but you don’t allow it to be your weakness. I sometimes wonder how it is possible for anyone to be so forgiving?”

"I-I don’t understand why you’re this Xiao. Is something happening?”

He won’t tell you. He doesn’t see the reason why you need to know.

You wince when something poked the side of your neck and you realized it was a tranquilizer. You looked at Xiao with dismay, his face becoming hazier until your vision darkened and could no longer hold your own weight. Xiao caught you around the waist with one arm as you fell unconscious.

"How can you be so stupid...?"

But he speaks as if those words were meant for him.

Pulling your body closer to him, Xiao chains you down into a desperate embrace. A silent scream of desperation. His forehead pressed against the bent of your shoulder and the other arm rested his hand at the center of your back. He will relish in the shape of your body, memorizing every curve both perfections and flaws. The way you fit into his arms and the pleasant smell of nature that you taught him to love, this was the only remnant he was allowed to take. Every detail, he will remember it as if clinging to the last moments of his whole world.

If he was allowed to have a desire, let him meet you again. He prayed to a god, any god-- even if it meant damaging his oath, he will accept his punishment. He prayed to each star in the sky and if he must he'll pray to the devil himself, whatever it is, he will do it for you.

As he painfully lets go, Xiao lets his hand slide off your body until the last thing he felt was the very tips of your fingers. He settles you down gently into your bed. You belong here in this peaceful world, not the one riddled with monsters.

---

~Zhongli's Story~

The Skull Cavern was considered to be the most dangerous mine of Stardew Valley. It wasn't your intention to run into any trouble, all you wanted was to test your cool new galaxy sword on some easy monsters and then be on your merry way. At first.

Just one more floor. You say, before catching an arm sticking out a pile of rocks.

"I-Is that a person?!!!"

You dug as fast as you could, any time soon the mummies would wake up and start attacking. Quick quick! Moving the last rock, you saw the face of a young man, he was asleep but alive! and undeniably attractive oh wow *lip bite*. But despite your attempts of shaking him awake, it was fruitless and the monsters weren't waiting.

Taking out two warp totems, you raised it to the ceiling and chanted a teleportation spell.

It wasn't everyday that you brought a man to your house.

But when you did, he wouldn't be from a cave, six floors down and buried in a place filled with monsters.

"And this small black device you say is some form of communicator? That certainly is intriguing, never in my years have I heard of something so advanced."

However you were beginning to think otherwise. That this man would have been from the prehistoric ages who you managed to unbury after his thousand year slumber. Zhongli sits on the couch across from you while examining your smartphone, a term he claimed had been completely foreign. You were contemplating whether you should bother Harvey despite being past his work hour and book an emergency appointment to see if this man had a special case of amnesia.

You brushed the idea away. There was so much going on and nothing made sense, for now, you decided to settle this on your own.

"Uhm Zhongli is it?" you asked nervously, "Maybe you can try giving the name of a relative or someone you know. I can use the phonebook to see if I can find their number."

“Number?” He parroted.

You blinked a few times, making sure if you heard him correctly, “Yes, number. You know? To communicate?”

"I appreciate your kind gesture," Zhongli acknowledges in a polite manner, "But that won't be necessary. This device doesn’t seem to be at a level where it can communicate with the people from my homeland."

If he was travelling then how the hell did he end up in THE Skull Cavern is what I wanna know!

“T-Then if you don't mind me asking, where are you from?"

Zhongli takes this moment to think of an answer, aware that if he blurted something out it would not have translated in the way he wanted. But you so kindly invited him to your humble household that he felt it would only be proper to owe you an explanation, "I suppose a land from afar."

You sweatdropped, "Suppose?"

"Yes. Although I won't spare you the details since this is not your burden to bear, it’s quite difficult for me to try and remember exactly what happened," Zhongli took his chin into his hand, fingers almost covering his mouth, "Perhaps I would need search for clues in order to refresh my memory."

Oh no he really does have amnesia!!

"A-Actually why don't I just call the local doctor, I'm sure he wouldn't mind giving you a hand," you say while taking your iPhone.

"A doctor? There's no need," dismissed Zhongli, "My condition is only a minor one and I do not think I'm in a position to afford medical assistance. Besides, you have done more than enough. May you find great fortune in your years Miss (Y/n), I shall be on my way."

He pushes himself up from the couch and you watch him cross towards the door. But just when he was about to reach the space of your carpet, Zhongli pulled to an abrupt stop.

"Ah yes,” He began as if remembering something, “ Do you happen to know where the nearest Inn is located? I would need to find a place to shelter for the time being."

"..."

This was how the former god ended up being your roommate. Like Xiao, Zhongli also takes upon a human form. He needed to eat, drink and a place to sleep. He insisted that he would take the couch as well as help you with any tasks that needed to be completed during the day.

You question if Zhongli was even aware of what situation he was currently in. Answer: HE WASN'T because Zhongli is an extremely dense man. To feel embarrassed was not part of his dictionary when living with a woman.

The type to take long showers. You always find the bathroom steaming because he doesn't turn on the fan to get rid of it (but maybe you should've taught him). So when it was your turn to use the shower, the water was either lukewarm or worst case scenario, cold.

Also he somehow finds your old kettle (that your grandfather used) to brew tea even though you told him you already had a water boiler. He stated that he liked doing things the old-fashioned way, it brings him a sense of nostalgia. You couldn't understand what he meant (unless you considered that he was older than he seemed....no that can’t be it!)

Despite it all, Zhongli was incredibly polite and considerate. Tending the farm was not an easy job and you often came home with sore muscles, fatigued from running so many errands. He's knowledgeable in terms of making the best herbal mix for a soothing remedy.

You would see a warm cup, every morning before going to work and every time you come home, it was sitting on the kitchen table (if his drink had potion effects, they would be regeneration).

Gentle he was but it wasn't good for your heart.

Ever since Zhongli moved in, it became difficult to live in your own house.

There were many situations where he caused trouble despite not intending to cause disruption to your daily routine. And when he did, the repairs came out of your own pocket. One time you opened your microwave to find thick ash and burnt cinders stuck upon the walls.The entire space was a hazard and needed to be dispensed immediately since Zhongli thought that plastic-wrapped items were allowed to be microwaved. Another incident, as bizarre as it sounded, was when your vacuum cleaner zoomed out of your house...and never came back. You remembered the awkward cough he gave when you shot him a deathly glare, hence why Zhongli was not allowed to touch your high-tech devices (if you considered them high-tech) without your permission.

Even so, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him. It was the opposite in fact. One day, all the flaws you counted suddenly became his charms. You came to find them endearing almost.

Zhongli was a handsome man. He carried himself with a distinct aura that could only be found in the rarest geodes; revealing orestones mined from the depths of a forgotten cave, sometimes in the shape of exquisite artifacts-- a type of ancient charm. Perhaps that was why people were willing to obey his every command without hesitation. Whenever Zhongli spoke, it was full of firmness and authority yet somehow deprived of arrogance. He was polite to all and does not indulge in conflict despite how tempting gossip can be in modern society. Always patient during your temperamental moments and considerate to the point you wonder if he even had any desires. He was so kind that soon enough, you couldn't help but be flustered by his presence. Forget about having a conversation, maintaining his leveled gaze was already enough of a challenge. Like staring into the sun after the morning dew. So gentle and so very comforting. But the more you linger onto the sun, it's rays will continue to set ablaze, eventually bringing you pain.

And you feared that you have grown addicted to those feelings.

Why can't he understand?

Stopping at the center of the bridge, you kept your head low while letting the anger take form into your tightened fists. The town was empty with only the sound of water flowing beneath your feet, filling the heavy air. They rippled and swayed, peaceful amongst your inner turmoil. The fact that such a miniscule attribute was able to make your blood rise was hilariously pitiful. How did you stoop to a point that even nature, the very being you've tended for a living, could bring you bitterness? Were your feelings this uncontrollable? The answer was obvious. It spiraled, violently and mercilessly as if commanded by another. There was a wave of emotions filling your heart and you could almost feel yourself drowning from the inside. If only they were as tranquil as the ones you stood upon.

"I thought I would find you here."

The voice you dreaded calls from across and you fight to keep yourself from gasping. Oblivious to it all, Zhongli proceeds to close the distance until he towered over you, looking down to your bowed head, "When you hadn't returned home without a notice, I was getting worried if something had happened. But I'm glad that wasn't the case."

Your whole face clenches.

"Is something bothering you? If you would like, we can discuss it after eating dinner. Come, I have already prepared our meal while you were gone as well as turning off the rice cooker once finished. I hope it can ease your stress since I know it can be difficult maintaining a farm like this."

"Zhongli."

He blinks hard when the sound of his name falls out of your lips. Zhongli was an experienced observer and listener, he was able to catch the glimpse of frustration that dripped from the tone you used. Relaxing his poised shoulders, Zhongli carefully asked in a reserved manner, "Have I...done something to make you upset?"

A trembled breath escaped when you breathed out. Dense. He was so dense that sometimes it made you want to crack him open.

"Tell me..." you began, "Are you also like this with other women?"

The former god sets a brief sharp pause, "I beg your pardon?"

"I'm talking about the way you act, they're...giving me all these mixed signals. We've been living together for months, we even share meals together! And sometimes you would help me with the farm and when I didn't ask, you still insisted on tending to my needs when I felt sick. I just…” you trailed off, trembling ever so slightly, "It's all perfectly normal. You’re nice to everyone. I know that. I know that!"

"(Y/n)," Zhongli whispered. They sounded like a thousand needles to your heart.

"I doubt you have the intention to put me in this situation. You're a really great person Zhongli but I sometimes can't help feeling this isn't just some roommate thing you know?" closing your eyes, you thought of your past relationships, how they started and ended, "Do any of your actions mean anything to you? Do you know how it makes me feel? Or am I just overthinking this, that it was all one-sided this whole time?"

Alas the truth spills and the air stills, bringing the waves to a halt. Peace, tranquility, nothingness. That was all you wanted. That was all you heard. It was deafening.

"I see, so that's why," Zhongli mutters to himself with eyes narrowed, "There's...something I need to confess."

After several months, he tells you everything. How his memories returned, some of them were already intact. He told you about his homeland and his true identity, that he was a god that once ruled over Liyue for six centuries before giving away the gnosis.

The reason why he hadn't said anything until now was because there will be a day where Zhongli must depart and return to Teyvat. He was a god with a contract, the circumstance didn't matter, he must stay with it until the very end of time.

Through his years, Zhongli learned to cherish his finite moments. He didn't want to taint them with troubles to come. Thinking too far ahead into the future would only bring strain.

But what he didn't tell you was his true feelings. You were a sweet woman, tender and enthusiastic about agriculture, the way your feelings extend to the earth with grace whereas many others chose to trample over without hesitation, he fell deeply in love with that side of yours. You taught him many things and showed him many sides of humanity that he had never seen before. He even discovered an aspect of himself. Like breaking a geode, revealing the beauties held inside.

Zhongli couldn't look you in the eye when your expression was covered in disbelief. He thought he hid his feelings well but it seemed that he was expressing his love in subtle and subconscious ways that eventually drove you to fall for him as well. You didn't stop him when he left the bridge. He wasn't even in your house. He chose this, he chose to set you free from his heavy presence.

And as the weight started to lift from your shoulder, you sank to your knees and wept. It was cruel of him. To give you these emotions yet he could not bring himself to stay by your side. But your heart would not allow you to hate the man you love.

Things couldn't end this way. You had to say goodbye to him, see him one last time because if you didn't, these burdens will haunt you forever.

When Zhongli looked up to the sky he saw his ending drawing near.

Three days had passed since he last spoke with you and he had no plans in seeing you again. Soon, the former god will return to his rightful place. Even though he had already given his gnosis to the Cryo Archon as Liyue already began to enter a new era, it seems that his decisions weren't his to make as he was born in a world where stars ruled above the archons. Fate-- they won't allow it. He does not belong here. If there was one thing Zhongli regretted during his time in your world, it was that he couldn't leave you a good memory before taking his departure. The sight of your large glassy eyes and quivering lips when he crushed you with the truth, he sincerely believed that they would haunt him much more than it probably did to you. But perhaps things would be easier if you despised him. Because if he had stayed and you came to forgive him, he would no longer have the strength to let go.

Despite it all love was indeed a selfish creature. He couldn't help but feel resentment towards the stars for bringing you into his life in such a mockingly sweet manner. They tied him with a contract, made him vow to his own beliefs and tested them by using you-- a bystander struck between the crossfire, eventually bringing you down into the depths of his battlefield and he thought that maybe...maybe there was hope that he could bring you with him as well.

How disgraceful for a god to let the devil tempt him so.

Zhongli was thankful that you weren't beside him. Otherwise he would dance with the ugly hope of a slim chance for you to come along. This was the best choice. It was for his-- your own good.

"Zhongli!"

The arch of his lined eyes shot upwards. As if fate had decided to give him one final test, he felt your small figure crash into him from behind and your arms coming to hug around his waist, tightly and fearfully that he felt like you would be the one who would slip away instead.

"I...I made it time," you panted, burying your nose into his clothed back, "I’m so glad...I'm so glad you're still here…!"

Your cry of relief was a thunder to his ears, a reminder that he was the main cause. Zhongli, casted by solemn smile, lifts his hand to cover over yours and grasped onto them, I'm here, he wishes to say. Yet he knew they were only temporary promises, "To come all this way despite everything that has happened. You foolish girl..."

"It's your fault Zhongli, I'm a fool because I love you! It's all your fault that I have to say goodbye," You grit your teeth as the tears fell down your face until it blended into his clothes, "Take me with you. Please. Don't leave me all alone…!"

The words he wanted to say melted into a silent gasp through parted lips. Zhongli merely clenched them back together and his hand on your hand, even tighter. He won't lie to you. At the very least, let his actions speak for him where he himself could not.

Take me with you.

Don't leave me alone.

Goodbye.

If it is fated Morax...we will meet again.

"I see," letting his thoughts echo in his mind from the distant memories, the former god begins to take a new perspective upon his wisdom, "For many years, I have experienced countless farewells from the people I've come to known," Zhongli reminisced, tilting his head back with his golden eyes against night, as if searching for some sort of answer, "And yet I never thought what it must have felt like being in their position."

"Zhongli…" you trailed off, "Then don't! I may not know everything about you but it doesn't have to be this way. At least, just answer me this, will I ever see you again?"

"I'm sorry (Y/n)," he apologized and you knew the answer. He gently pries your arms off him, turning around so he could swipe the corner of your eyes dry. There was a glowing reverence in his countenance, one that he reserved for you and only you, it was the only way for him to express the feelings that run deep in his heart, "I cannot thank you enough for coming into my life. If there will be a day when I erode from your memories, I truly hope that you will find someone more suitable than I."

"That's ridiculous," defiantly, refusedly, you protest, "No one can replace you."

Zhongli laughs sadly as the white halo outlines his whole figure, signaling that there wasn't much time left. He wonders if there was anything he could do in his last moments, a small token, something, it could even be as small as a single star in the sky, "If it is fated...we will meet again."

You watch him turn transparent until he slipped from your grasp. No longer was the man, only the dust being one with the sky. They shone brilliantly but you were left in the darkness.

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