DFQC and XLH | Art for yoshi09/@live-he-says
River of Stardust
GENRE/TAGS: Romance, Fantasy, Action/Adventure, Gapfiller fic, Fix-it fic, drama-canon compliant, post-canon, check the potential warnings but I promise it’s a happy ending, is it a gapfiller fic if it's filling gaps for after the drama ends and also for 180k years before?
PAIRINGS FEATURED: Main pairing: Dongfang Qingcang/Xiao Lanhua, side pairings: Xunfeng/Danyin, Shangque/Jieli
MAJOR CHARACTERS: Dongfang Qingcang, Xiao Lanhua, Danyin, Xunfeng, Shangque, Jieli, Changheng, Siming, Yunzhong
RATING: T: Teen And Up Audiences
WARNINGS: Canon-typical Major Character Death, canon-typical violence, no plot armor for side characters, bugs (butterflies)
SUMMARY: Post-canon fic starts about two weeks after the finale, when DFQC is reincarnated.
Changheng goes missing in search for his banished mother. Xiao Lanhua and Dongfang Qingcang must postpone their wedding day as they embark with Danyin, Xunfeng, Shanque, and Jieli in their quest to find him. Their search will take them to the deepest depths of the Memory Loss River, the swamplands on the outskirts of Haishi City, and to the stars beyond the Destruction of Heaven.
For @lbfad-minibang
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Have an unedited, unrevised…thing. I enjoyed writing it.
“You should be sleeping.”
Like clockwork, or perhaps, like the ticking gears in its own body. Rhythmically, endlessly, ticking.
You didn’t look up from your white, burning screen of death, littered with the ramblings that made up the poor excuse for a final paper.
“As should you, you were only charging for fifteen minutes.” You deadpanned.
A sharper click, a tilt of the head. Narrowed, annoyed eyes glaring red. The fervent tap-tap-tapping of your hands on the keyboard hesitated, not even a millisecond of silence passing before you resumed your panic-writing.
The clicking, ever so gentle, ever so piercing, grew louder. Closer. Your hand shaking now. A typo, a backspace, recapitalize. Rewrite.
“Different.” Moon’s hissing whisper. “I can function. You do not.”
“I have two days to finish this.”
“One day. This one is over.”
“It’s not over till I sleep.” You scoffed, finally looking up at the robot, the eye-bags lining your eyes almost made him cringe. How sweet.
He only clicked. A grimace, yet delighted by banter. “Then sleep.”
“Make me.” You went back to your computer, continuing your typing.
Wrong choice of words.
You could barely hear the smile in his voice before long, sharp robotic fingers clamped around your waist. It didn’t matter how big you were, it was as easy for him as you picking up a vegetable.
“MOON-“
His delighted, eerie laughter was all that met your indignity. Throwing you under his arm like a sack of potatos. “Sleep sleep sleepy time~”
“Moon please I can just sleep in tomorrow…!”
“Sun will want to play~” He answered, still in that annoying sing-song voice. “Best rest now, while moon can stay~”
“I don’t-“ you struggle in his grasp. Iron-clad and immovable, metal hands and arms cold against your skin but the heat of his circuitry humming underneath. “NEED you to stay I NEED-“
You’re jostled, being held with hands underneath your armpits. He static giggle grinds on in your ears, a crunchy, chewy sound.
“Rude so rude…~” his head does a full rotation, peeking at you at a three-fourths angle, holding you closer. “Found little kitty in need of a nap, now it hisses back~”
Your frustration hit a fever pitch. The hot ball of anger in your throat rising, a heat behind your very eyes. The jostling, the grabbing, the lack of choice.
“Moon! Put me the fuck down right now!!”
The clicking finally stopped.
Finally.
The quiet, like water in the desert, despite still being suspended a foot off the ground. The animatronic’s eyes red and blank, locked in that three quarter’s tilt. One click.
Two clicks.
A tilt. A look.
Your feet touched ground. The hands removed.
You stood.
You stood you stood you stood. Staring, him staring, and you.
You were waiting, waiting for either one to say something. Were you free to go? Was he upset?
His voice box remained silent. Staring at you know with wide blank white eyes. That smile as wide as ever, though not nearly as happy. You took the silence as your cue, and began to walk around him. Back to your computer.
“Please do not swear.”
You stopped, glancing back at him. Moon still stood in the same spot, facing the same way, a slight hunch in his shoulders as if he were still looking down at you.
Please.
“I’m sorry.” Your hand fidgets with the sleeves of your sweatshirt. Slight guilt I. Your stomach. “But don’t grab me like that.”
He clicked, slouching more. “Sorry.”
And for the first time in hours, you smiled. A small, pathetic, and sad smile, but a smile no less.
“…Listen…” you ran your fingers across your neck, scratching. “I’ll go to bed—“
He finally turned, a quick crack of his head to look at you, his body still remaining in the same spot, but attention fully on you.
Eugh.
“If.” A pointed finger emphasized your statement, “you promise not to force me to bed tomorrow until I finish my paper.”
He spun his head, clicks and gears abound. Turning to you and approaching in an almost skipping fashion. Until he was seated before , hands on the ground and practically at your eye level.
“Deal~”
You laughed, more of an exhale of air, but it counted. Finally walking past him to your bedroom, the moon animatronic close behind. Happily humming, if not a bit eerily.
“Sun will help. Tomorrow.” He hummed.
You opened your bedroom door, neglecting the lights for courtesy. “How so?”
Moon hopped over to your bed ahead of you, removing the covers and perching on the other side, eagerly waiting for you to get in and lay your head to rest. “Helped the children with homework, programmed to.”
You nestled into bed, forgoing changing into proper pajamas. You were wearing house-lounging clothes anyway. “It’s a little more complicated than a book report, Moon.”
He grinned, the raspy giggle like a music note in his throat. “Programmed for university level.”
“Well damn.”
“Language.”
You laughed an apology, the blankets and pillows now reminding you of the time, and of your exhaustion.
“Goodnight, Moon.”
“Goodnight, friend.”
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