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jewwyfeesh · 6 months
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Vampire Siblings
Writer: 日日日 (Akira)
Character(s): Isara Mao, Sakuma Rei, Sakuma Ritsu, Anzu
Translated by: jewwyfeesh
Disclaimer: I translated this story from the CN version of the game, which means that it has been double translated (JP > CN > EN).
Rei: Oooh!! Ritsu!! GOOD~ MORNING~ ☆
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Season: Autumn Location: Track and Field
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Mao: Mmm~ The feeling of fulfillment after a good prac! It’s really amazing~ ☆
Oh, thankies. Is this isotonic drink for me, Anzu? You’re becoming more and more ‘Producer’-like with every passing day~
Seems like you’ve been running after lots of other units besides us Trickstar lately.
There there, you’ve worked really hard ♪
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But yeah… even though I’m one to talk, I still think you should take care of your body and your schedule. I’d feel really guilty if you pushed yourself too hard and something happened to you.
Never mind. Let’s go home, Anzu. Today’s my turn to ‘send you home’, so I’ll make sure that you get home safe and sound.
Though… lately, it seems like I’m always the one sending you home…? To the point where I’ve even gotten to know your family fairly well.
Sometimes I’d even stay for dinner…
But I’m not complaining. My family’s the kind to do whatever they want. As such, we don’t really spend a lot of time together. So… It’s nice being with your family.
I wonder if it’s because I can do things like household chores all by myself?
Everyone tends to think, “Oh it’s fine if we leave Isara Mao alone, nothing will happen to him”, but my younger sister has always been coddled and spoiled by our parents…
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Hmph, would it be better if I tried to act a little more spoiled? But the second I come back to my senses, I’m back to taking care of others again. I feel old.
You’re also someone like this, so please be careful. You can also lean on me sometimes, you know~?
Eh… I’m meddling in other people’s business again…
It’s about to become a bad habit of mine, forget it, forget it… It’s pretty good to be relied on by others, but I’ve been ‘like this’ since I was young.
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It’s because of Ritchan, my childhood friend~ If I leave him to his devices, that guy literally won’t lift a finger to do anything. When it got to a point where I couldn’t stand it anymore, I could only go and help… I’d help and help and help till I became ‘a meddler and a half’ ♪
You know Ritchan, right? Knights’…
Ahh, so you’ve also taken care of him before. He’s always so lazy, you literally can’t ignore him~
…Eh? You’re saying Ritchan’s over there?
Ah, call for the cat and he shall appear… where is he~?
Ah! Goodness! This guy, sleeping outside without a single shred of protection!
One day you’re gonna get pickpocketed, what are you gonna do then…? I reckon he fell asleep after lunch, and slept ‘all the way’ till now~
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HEEEEY— Ritchan!! Don’t go sleeping in places like these, you’ll catch a cold ya know~?
Ritsu: ……Mmhhghhh? Huh… Maa~kun…? Wh… don’t wake me up…
Mao: Of course I need to wake you up. The school gates are gonna close soon, and if we don’t get moving we’ll be locked in. Our school has always been particularly ‘strict’ about these kinds of things.
Ritsu: Eh~ …Well, whatever. I could just continue sleeping here and save myself the trouble of having to come to school tomorrow. The more I think about it, the better of an idea it seems~
I’m really sleepy, so just leave me be. No matter how much I sleep, it’s never enough…
Mao: You… you haven’t changed one bit…
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Hm? Eh? What are you hugging? It’s not a bolster… right? A tree stump? No, that seems to be a person…?
Ritsu: What?
Rei: Huu… snzz… ♪
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Kekeke… Little baby~ Be good~ ♪ Go sleep~ ♪ Uuuu ♪
Mao: Ahh~ Taking a closer look… isn’t this Ritchan’s older brother? Why are the both of you snoozing together? Seems like you have a really good relationship~
When I got to know Ritchan, this person was always overseas, so I didn’t get to know him very well.
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To be exact… I only found out he existed after I enrolled in Yumenosaki Academy. Ritchan doesn’t talk about his brother very often, so I got a little worried…
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Who knew that the both of them were actually so close ♪
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Ritsu: …Maa~kun, do you have anything sharp? I think staking him in the heart would definitely kill him.
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Mao: N-no, you can’t just go around killing people. Eh? Do both of you have bad blood? In that case, why are you sleeping next to each other?
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Ritsu: I don’t know what this thing was thinking, nor do I have any interest in finding out…
More than anything, I want to bury this thing six feet below and wipe my hands of it ‘as though nothing happened’. Now. Immediately. The faster the better.
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Rei: E-eh? What happened, is it already time to say “good morning”? Ah? Where am I?
Ritsu: Yo. Why are you sleeping next to me, huh? You reek of mould, so stay further away from me. What happened, how are you still alive?
Rei: Mmmhh… My mind’s all fuzzy just after waking up… don’t ask so many questions at one go…
What’s there to rush, hm…? Re-rest a little… yawwwwn… ♪
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Ritsu: No. No sleeping. I’ll kill you.
Rei: This tone… one that shows no mercy, even to one’s own blood brother…
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Oooh!! Ritsu!! GOOD~ MORNING~ ☆
Ritsu: Don’t hug me! You’re so annoying!
Okay but spit it out. Why were you sleeping by my side? Depending on your answer, you could be demoted from “someone who seemed to have been a brother previously” to “stupid bug”.
Rei: Even if you don’t demote me, it’s a bit much, don’t you think?
Nothing much… It’s just that when I was leaving for home, I happened to see Ritsu sleeping. I was worried that you’d catch a cold, so I used my body warmth to warm you up. This is a big brother’s love ♪
Ritsu: Is that so? I understand, you don’t need to say anymore. Complete waste of Earth’s oxygen.
Maa~kun, could you help me get some cement from the warehouse? I want to solidify this thing in there and let it sink to the bottom of the ocean.
Rei: We’ve just woken up, and yet Ritsu’s already trying to get rid of me!?
Mm~ Anywho! The elderly aren’t quite suited for outdoor camping… My whole body’s sore and stiff…
Ritsu~ could you help massage my shoulders please ♪
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Ritsu: Didn’t I tell you to shut up? You stupid bug.
Mao: Okay okay… as brothers, you guys should try to get along well. Though, let’s leave the fighting and the shoulder massage aside, yeah? We’re really about to be locked in school.
Rei: Oooh, you’re from Trickstar… It’s already this late… Thank you for waking me up. Ritsu~ it’s been a long time since we brothers walked home together hm~?
Ritsu: Brother? I don’t have a brother, though?
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Rei: Don’t deny your brother’s existence with such a deadpan expression… That’s a bit much, even for a younger brother, don’t you think? I’ll start crying…
Ahh, I can’t… My tear ducts are getting weaker as I age… Uuuuuu~
Mao: Ahaha, I think I kinda understand your relationship, Sakuma-senpai.
Ritchan, the more you talk, the more others are gonna think “oh he’s just in his rebellious phase”, so maybe it’s better to not talk altogether?
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Ritsu: Damn it… That isn’t the case at all. I had only wanted to throw this annoying ass thing into the trash bin. Whatever, it doesn’t matter anymore.
Maa~kun, you want to send them… send the Transfer Student home, right? Hurry up and go, don’t worry about us.
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Rei: Mhm, please be careful on your way back. Who knows what kind of demons will be roaming at this hour – for example, vampires… and the like… ♪
Mao: Yep. I’ll be careful. The both of you too; no more fighting, okay? Hurry up and go home~
Rei:
Mm, I’ve always been praying that I’ll have a close relationship with Ritsu! We’re brothers after all ♪
…Ah, Ritsu? Where did you go? Hey— Ritsuuuu~
Ah, he dashed off at the speed of light. He really does hate me, huh? Hehehe ♪
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Wait a minute, I am also more active at night! Well, when it comes to hide and seek, I’m not about to lose to a ‘novice’ ♪
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Aaah… Running around like this under the night sky, it really reminds me of our childhood ♪
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Ritsu: D-don’t chase after me!! Didn’t I already say you’re annoying!? Did it completely fly over your head, you infuriating Anija!?
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Rei: Excellent, excellent… he’s finally willing to acknowledge me as his brother. Anyways, we take the same path back home, my super duper adorable little brother…
Translator's notes: [1] The original CN term here is 「菜鸡」, slang for "complete, total noob". I translated it to novice, a synonym. Personally don't think Rei would call Ritsu a "noob".
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charmtion · 3 months
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📀 When he left New York he didn’t feel like he was coming home. He didn’t feel like he was leaving it either. He was just numb: cold hands, a couple suitcases. Books, boxes. A plant he sometimes remembered to water.
He put it in the left corner of the living room when he moved in and somehow it’s still green. He pulls the blind shut behind it now and the streetlight spills through the gauzy fabric and drenches him in honey.
Behind him on the couch Sydney is taking off her shoes. He offers her a beer and when he comes back from the kitchen with it she’s got her bare feet tucked up under her and her arms crossed over her chest. 📀
from my second sydcarmy fic, white heat—which is some loosely assembled friends to lovers typa shit, intermixed with plenty of sex & anxiety. this particular scene was absolutely cinematic in my head when I wrote it; it made me think of Nicholas Angel carting around his Japanese peace lily, lol 🪴 this kind of tangible proof of life when everything else feels like it’s wilting or dying or slipping away. the difference being that Carmy’s method of care isn’t so fastidious or meticulous or purposeful, it’s kind of meandering, it’s kind of resigned, it’s constant but distracted, just another stitch in the fabric of his life. so the plant follows him “home” from NYC but it doesn’t have some pre-allocated place, it just has to slot in somewhere, it has to find a corner or carve one out, & there’s a wider metaphor there probably for Carmy coming back to Chicago, the picking up & placing of him somewhere he doesn’t really have a say in choosing beyond accepting that he has to exist there, he has to choose to keep existing because what’s the alternative?
there’s a sense of coldness (the body language of someone chilled, or faux-nonchalant: crossed arms, sat-on feet) to the room, the space, the people in it, but there’s this tiny bit of warmth too: the honey-shaded light, the way it’s colouring Carmy’s skin, seeping through the blind & permeating past the clinical feeling of a life once assembled in bags/boxes & now stacked inside the lines of a place he’s come to know again, or is coming to know, & Syd’s somehow a key part of that, she’s found her corner, she’s carving it out despite everything he is, everything she knows about him, his life, his family, & she’s a reminder to him in that singular moment—what happens when you care, what happens when you let yourself care; things grow, things get greener—because why did he even bring the plant with him anyway? why didn’t he just leave it in his old place, or list it, give it away for free? why didn’t he just put it out on the street next to the last bag of trash & forget about it? because he couldn’t: there’s some things in life you don’t get to choose, they choose you, they follow you around till you let them in, till you realise that you want to let them in, you want them to grow, to get green, you want them to share the same oxygen as you even if sometimes you think you’re not good enough to breathe it.
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irispurpurea · 1 year
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Fictober 2022 - Day 9
Prompt: Do you remember?
Fandom: BBC Merlin
Pairing(s): all of them 😅 Merthur, Mergwen, Mergwenthur, Merlance, Mergwaine, Merlyan, platonic Merlin & Morgana, Merlin & Knights
Words: 2547
Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings: implied sexual content, implied homophobia (period-typical)
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"Do you remember?"
They all ask him eventually. He can’t fault them for the question, nor the horror and wonder in their eyes. They have only ever lived one lifetime, though they have lived several lives.
"Yes", he used to say, in the very beginning. "Of course I do."
Let me show you. This, Gwen, used to be the castle courtyard, where we first met. This, Lancelot, the glade in which you saved my life. The desert, Gwaine, where you confessed your love for me, the very first time.
Nowadays, those earliest memories are still there, but they blur at the edges like a faded photograph, crackle like static over a radio. What Camelot was, what his life was there, lingers just beyond his grasp.
"Oh,” says Elyan, sitting across from him in a booth at a hole-in-the-wall diner in 1923. “That’s… really sad.”
Merlin had left Camelot after Guinevere passed, letting his feet and the magic thrumming in his veins guide him far. He’d stayed just on the outskirts of civilization, preferring the peace of the forests and the mountains. He’d walked without tiring, without hunger or thirst, letting the magic fill him up, flood his limbs till he could barely feel their movements. As though in a dream, he’d followed a river along its course, all the way to its final destination, and stared out at the vastness of the ocean. All this, he remembers as one remembers a dream, in impressions, echoes.
And then he’d retraced his course, and slowly awoken to find that whole generations had passed, that the world had reshaped itself around him. He’d reached the woods bordering what was once the citadel and come fully back into his body all at once, exhausted and hungry and drained beyond measure, beyond description. He’d collapsed and woken again in a cottage, radically different and yet wholly familiar to him.
And then, who should appear at his bedside but Gwen?
“Do you remember dragons?”
The sky is clear, the stars bright, and he and Gwaine lay beside each other on a sturdy, thatched roof. In some outlying village some years ago, centuries after Camelot, he’d found a young man itching to escape his village, to travel the world and connect with other people. He’d known him immediately by his laugh.
“It’s hard to forget a dragon,” Merlin remarks, and Gwaine laughs in that way that’s always the same, a merry clap of thunder.
"My gran always swore they were real, once," Gwaine says softly. His eyes search the sky like he might catch a glimpse of one. Merlin, of course, knows better.
"Legends have a basis in truth," he says simply. "And the truth is... I am the last Dragonlord. But there are no more dragons."
Gwaine turns his head to look him in the eyes, his lips pressed together in thought. His fingers pull a piece of straw from his hair before caressing across his cheekbone, and when he kisses him, it's partly apology, partly distraction, partly a reminder that Merlin is real, and here, and spending this moment in time's infinite ocean on an island beside him.
Now, the dragon exists in Merlin’s mind as a roaring flame, and a voice, sometimes, ancient as the depths of the earth. But back then, it still had wings.
They fall asleep on the roof, he and Gwaine, and Merlin wakes with his head on Gwaine’s chest and Gwaine’s hand stroking idly through his hair. And for a short while, Merlin is not only made of memories.
Gwen had been the first, and the most difficult. As soon as he'd regained a fraction of his strength, he'd insisted she take him to Avalon. She hadn't understood — not how he knew her name when she'd never met him before, nor why he spoke of the old kingdom as though he'd traveled there yesterday — but, being Gwen, always, she had taken him. They'd traveled through the forest for days, in every direction, but never once did it yield to the lake.
"And you've never managed to find it again?" Elyan asks, his eyes wide. "Not in over a thousand years?"
"You asked me that the last time, too," Merlin laughs, "in almost the same words."
"And did I offer to help you look, last time?" Elyan asks immediately. "Because I will. I mean, we have... we have motorcars now. Won't that help?"
"You're a sweet man," Merlin says gently. "Of course you offered, and I knew you would again. But even motorcars won't help. In fact, I suspect they'd make it worse."
Now, Merlin can barely feel the magic beneath his skin anymore, not when so much of its source has been uprooted, burned through, paved over.
"I'm sorry." Elyan glances around the cramped room before taking Merlin's hand, brushing a kiss over his knuckles. "I just wish I could make it better. I wish I could help you."
"You do," Merlin says quietly. "If only for a little while. You all do."
They do, Merlin decided a long time ago. They do make it better. They do help. And they hurt, too. Oh, how they hurt. They reopen old wounds, awaken old aches, stir old memories. They are a reminder, he supposes. And they always seem to appear in his life just as he's about to let go of the one thing that's been keeping him here, tethered to this world for so long. Just when he's on the verge of giving up, he finds them. Percival, a former sailor turned schoolmaster, or Leon, a soldier sent home with one leg and shell shock. Elyan, a furniture maker, or Gwen, a nurse. Gwaine, playing his guitar outside a coffee shop in a light drizzle. Their lives intersect with his own, urging him to hold on, to wait just a little longer.
"Where are you going?"
Merlin turns to find Gwen holding a candle, frowning at him in her dressing gown.
"I... I cannot stay, Guinev — Gwen," he says. "I am sorry."
"And why on earth not?"
Merlin feels as confused as Gwen looks. "I... I told you. I am not of this time. I may have known you in another life, but... but the past few days have proven that that life is gone." The woods had not yielded, and he'd returned with Gwen to her cottage grieving and delirious with exhaustion.
"I do not pretend to understand most of what you have shared with me," Gwen says slowly. "But... you say you are immortal. And you have lost the man you loved."
"We loved, Gwen," Merlin interjects. "We both loved him. And I love him still."
"Right," Gwen says, a small shake of the head. "I... frankly, I cannot fathom it. But what I can understand is that you are lonely."
"I have no need of companionship."
"But you want it," Gwen insists. "And just because you are waiting for him does not mean you should not have it. Stay with me."
"I..." Merlin shakes his head. "For how long?"
"A lifetime," Gwen says, and Merlin gapes.
"You would offer your lifetime to a stranger?"
"But you said yourself that we are not strangers." Gwen takes a step closer, and looks encouraged when Merlin does not move away. "And... and I feel it. In my heart of hearts, I feel... I feel as though I have known you forever."
Now Merlin steps closer, longing overpowering every other thought, every emotion. "Gwen..." he says cautiously. "I should not. I... one day, you will pass on. Again. And I will be alone. Again. I... I do not know if I have the strength to withstand that again."
Gwen looks thoughtful. "The others you mentioned," she finally says. "The knights of legend. If I have come back, as you say, it stands to reason that they may come back as well. If not in my lifetime then... in the next?"
"I suppose," Merlin concedes.
"And you were bade by the dragon, by the force of magic itself," she continues, "to wait, until he returns to this world?"
"I was," he nods.
"Then I can only conclude that you are not meant to pass the eons alone," she says, and it makes such sense to Merlin in that moment that his heart aches.
"You were always the thoughtful one," he murmurs, and Gwen sets the candle aside just in time to gather him into her arms. To hold him, Merlin realizes, as he hasn't been held in a century.
Inevitably, the conversation shifts. Whether it occurs in a single meeting, or over the course of a lifetime, the question always turns from "Do you remember?" to "What do you remember of me?" He's come to anticipate it, but that doesn't make it any easier to talk about.
"I remember that I failed you," he says to Morgana, who's curled up at the other end of his couch, feet tucked underneath her, long hair piled haphazardly atop her head. "I failed you in a hundred different ways, Morgana. And I never got to say I was sorry."
"Still, I think calling us bitter enemies is a bit much," Morgana laughs, bright and clear in a way he barely remembers. In the next moment, she sees that he's crying, and she sets her mug down on the coffee table to sit closer to him.
"Hey," she whispers, wiping at his cheek with the sleeve of her sweater. "It's okay, Merlin. It's okay. We're here now, aren't we?"
"No," Merlin gasps. "No, I failed, we're here now because I failed. I failed you, and I failed Lancelot, and Gwaine, and Elyan, and most of all I failed him —
"Well, I forgive you," Morgana announces, and Merlin is stunned into silence.
"I don't know if I can, technically, I guess," Morgana shrugs. "I don't know if my past self or alternate self or whatever would. But I do. If that's what you need me to do, then I do."
Merlin doesn't know if that's what he needs, honestly. But he takes it for what it is, for now, a gesture of friendship, a reminder of a love he thought he'd never feel again. She'd surprised him. He hadn't thought she would appear in his life again, but he'd finally found her. He chooses to take is as a sign of healing, that something in the world is slowly being put right.
His memories of the people are the clearest, clearer than those of his life in Camelot, or his lonely wanderings throughout the land of Albion. They are the strangest, too, because they are always being built anew. His friends in one lifetime become his lovers in another, his siblings or his neighbors in the next. But Gwaine's laugh stays the same, and the gleam in his eyes. Gwen's brilliant smile, her kindness and her clever hands. Elyan's courage, his loyalty, his boundless heart. Somehow, Percival is always built like a mountain and yet the gentlest man Merlin has ever known.
"How many times have you loved me?" Lancelot murmurs one night into Merlin's hair. Merlin chuckles into his arm, then pushes himself up a bit to lay his head against his chest. Why he always asks those deep questions after sex, Merlin doesn't understand, but it's so quintessentially Lancelot that it twinges in his heart.
"Four times," he answers quietly. "But the first, you were taken from me before I even understood that I loved you." He remembers the lake, vividly, though he hasn't seen it in almost fifteen hundred years. He remembers too many pyres, set aflame and adrift until they sank below its surface.
"And afterward?" Lancelot asks.
"I wouldn't waste another chance," Merlin says, idly weaving his fingers through the coarse hair on his chest. "This is the third lifetime we've spent together. And I've loved you dearly in them all."
"That's good," Lancelot sighs. "I wouldn't want you to be alone."
Merlin shuffles closer until he's laying half on top of him, props his chin on his chest to look Lancelot in the eye. "Gwen says the same thing," he says. "You all do, actually. It's quite touching."
Lancelot laughs, his sweat-slick skin gleaming in the lamplight. He looks beautiful. Merlin makes sure to appreciate it, to drink in the sight of him before it becomes only a memory again. "You had some good friends back in Camelot, it sounds like. That we'd all come back and check on you, once in a while. Make sure you're taken care of."
"You're more than that," Merlin whispers. "You were more than that back then, and you're more than that now. You're... it's like you're a part of me. A piece of my soul, made manifest in the real world. I sometimes wonder if you're real," he adds, without quite meaning to.
Lancelot pulls him in for a kiss, long and languid and deep enough to send sparks shooting down his spine. "I'm real, Merlin," he murmurs. "I'm here. And I love you dearly too, you know."
In between, he walks. Every time he does, the land has changed. The trees have thinned, or the rivers have dried up, changed course. The birds have disappeared, or changed in color, in size. He reaches out and feels the faint breath of magic at his fingertips, but no more, it doesn't surge within him like it used to. He does what he can to breathe the life back into the places he walks through, but he knows it isn't enough. The dragons are gone, the great beasts of legend are gone. The druids dwindled and gone long ago. No child like Merlin has been born anywhere in Albion in almost a thousand years. Magic is fading from the world, and any hope of Albion is fading with it. Merlin doesn't know how long even he will remain.
He tries not to think about it.
He weaves his way through a little copse of trees, the edge of a rural area before it gives way to one of the last remaining patches of wilderness beyond. Here, his connection to Camelot, to Albion, to his promise, always feels strongest. He can focus on the rustle of leaves and the chirp of birdsong and forget that he drove out here on the highway, found the place on the map on his cell phone. So much has changed, but out here, away from other people, he can pretend as though nothing has.
He takes a deep breath of cool spring air, the thick, green scent of the forest. When he opens his eyes, the sun is slanting through the trees, washing everything in golden light. It stirs something familiar in him, an old memory, ancient, even. Just an impression, of sunlight glinting off of fresh, new leaves, just like this. He takes a step forward without thinking about it, and another, and another, and the trees don't thin like he expected them to, the sparse woods don't give way to farmland but instead go on, beckoning him forward, and something tugs at him, urges him to break into a run until at last, at last he bursts, breathless into a clearing.
And in the clearing is a lake.
And on its shore, someone is waiting.
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tired-twili · 2 years
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Zelink Week Day 2: Age
Thanks to @zelinkweekofficial once again for hosting<3
Here's some tp zelink shenanigans >:). Can also be read on Ao3~
-“The soil shall need to be tilled and workers found, but if these outer fields are prepared within these few weeks we won’t have to send as many supplies to the further regions.”
Zelda hummed in agreement, one slik-clad finger sliding along her lip as she thought, “I wholly agree, Sir Daltus. We must cultivate the land near the borders before planting season if we hope for the out regions of Hyrule to be self sufficient.” Zelda jotted down a note on the large roll of parchment laid out before her, its page nearly full with her neat script.
The day thus far had been exhausting, but extremely productive. Zelda could feel her back beginning to ache from hours seated in a hard wooden chair, her only consolation was the boxes checked and the content nods from her council.
It was gratifying to see. Her self-esteem had wavered greatly after the Twilight Invasion- after her failure as a ruler and the pain she had inflicted on her people. The only thing she had ever known were the stone walls of the castle and dusty books filled with politics and old ledgers or journals. Ever since she was a young girl she’d been raised to be one thing: a queen. Though she had been warry, it hadn’t taken long for her to gain back a steady rhythm while on the throne, handling the various repairs needed and delegating work as she saw fit. Hyrule was slowly regaining its footing, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride knowing her hard work had helped them come this far.
Yes, she was well equipped for the life of royalty. Every problem had a solution and every quarrel amongst the nobles could be solved by decorum and perhaps a bit of wordplay. Handling these situations and her everyday tasks seemed quite easy. She could fall back on years of preparation and study in these instances or call upon a lesson she had heard while sitting in the garden with her beloved teacher. But there was something no number of books or hours of lessons could prepare her for; or rather a certain someone.
Zelda chanced another glance to the hero seated next to her, silently cursing wherever allowed his seat to be so close to her own. He looked bored, eyes not really focusing on anything, his chin on his palm, and slouched in his seat. Link was never fond of council meetings, he said they were boring and was convinced the job could be done in the half the time if the council simply didn’t exist. It was a charming idea, but Link tended to forget things like decorum and the history or laws that lay behind the council. Despite his few unorthodox ideas, Link’s presence was greatly sought after in such meetings. The councilors enjoyed his simple solutions and easy-going personality, his small jokes and quips able to lighten any mood. Zelda, on the other hand, found him to be an unwelcome distraction. Link rarely bothered to pay attention unless directly asked a question, and this led to him entertaining himself in other ways.
When it came to personal interactions Zelda always felt that she was able to predict whether someone might get angry, or what their next move may even be. It seemed the goddesses had plotted and laughed with one another before sending Link her way. His actions were always unpredictable to her, and every word that left his mouth was a surprise. She hated the way he flustered her- how she had no idea what to do with him or how to handle him when he would let his hands stray before slipping away with a grin on his face. He loved to tease her. Like when he showed up at her office unexpectedly with a stray animal tucked in his arms, or spontaneously invited her to tea in the gardens.
Though he had his fun, he was always incredibly gentle and kind to her. He would sometimes get close to tease her, muttering things in her ear when they both should have their attention forwards. His behavior was easily on the border of flirtatious; but he always pulled away at the right moments, leaving her with flushed cheeks and perhaps a wink. As irritating as it may be, it was also refreshing. Zelda had only ever read of such things before when she was a young girl- the way young adults teased one another and tiptoed along the line of friends and lovers. Never before had anyone dared to treat her as what she truly was; a girl not even yet in adulthood.
No, Zelda certainly wasn’t prepared to deal with such a charming and unpredictable hero.
Again her eyes found their way onto Link, glancing cautiously as he smiled to himself before scribbling away on the paper in front of him. It was probably the first time Zelda had seen him actually use the provided materials. She smiled and returned to her own note-making as another counselor stood up to ramble on about the shortage of silk. Maybe there was hope for Link yet.
The princess jotted down a few points made by the noble. It was in these rare instances that she almost agreed with Link’s drastic idea that all irrelevant topics would be thrown into Lake Hylia. At the moment, the least of Hyrule’s problems was Sir Lorrull being unable to buy his spoiled daughters new evening gowns.
Zelda kept a composed disposition as she patiently waited for him to finish, only loosely paying attention. She read over her notes, adding new details here and there while nodding along in agreement as the noble’s scratchy voice continued to grate her ears. Her patience was wearing thin when he refused to stop and she was almost tempted to speak up, but stopped when a scrap of paper landed near her hand, folded neatly into a thick square.
Zelda looked at the odd scrap, then to the hero, her eyebrows raising in question. Sure enough, Link was staring at her, grin giddy as his eyes flicked between her and the paper. He wiggled his eyebrows and widened his eyes, his message loud and clear. He moved impatiently in his seat, like a child eager to open their birthday gifts.
It was against her better judgment that Zelda grabbed the note, glancing around the table warily before unfolding the corners. The note fell open, two simple letters staring back at her.
Hi.
That was it…a simple greeting. Zelda bit down on her lip, a smile creeping onto her face despite her efforts. She traced a finger over the small goat doodled in the corner, its tiny face comical as it smiled.
Zelda glanced at Link again, the hero watching her intently. She turned the note over and placed a hand to shield it from his eyes as she scribbled a reply. When she’d finished, she quickly folded it back up again and slid it as discreetly as she could, eyes trained forwards and praying no one saw them.
Link snatched the paper within seconds, making no attempt at secrecy as he unfolded it, eyes scanning. His shoulders dropped and he swung his head in her direction, flashing her the saddest pout she’d ever seen. Zelda pretended she didn’t notice, nor did she react to the small huff of indignation as the Hero shifted in his seat, his chin back against his fist.
Her note to him had been nearly as brief as his. ‘Pay attention’ was all she had said, the reminder more for herself than him. He may not have been happy about it, but Zelda was the queen, and she needed to be able to focus- no matter how trivial the problem presented to her was.
Link was fidgeting in his seat, slouching further into the cushion, his expression bored as he stared intensely at Sir Lorrull. Zelda told herself to pay him no mind, that her attention should be fully devoted to the meeting taking place- but as always her attention was captured by the young hero. It took all her willpower not to sneak a glance at him.
Link went still and Zelda retired to her notes once more for a distraction, relieved when Sir Lorrull finally retired to his seat. The next matter was brought up by Lady Thivis, as she voiced her concerns about the rubble still filling the corners of the capital. Once again she was an astute queen, mind clear and focused- that was, until she felt something nudge against her foot.
It was only a light tap, so Zelda brushed it aside as an accident or figment of her imagination. Then it happened again, this time harder and more sincere. Zelda glanced at Link, surprised to find him seemingly engrossed in Lady Thivis’ speech. He looked bored as usual, but paying attention as he should. Satisfied, Zelda brushed it aside- though the second tap was closely followed by a third. It nudged her foot, then her ankle, always inching up her leg and never staying long enough to get stepped on
When the pestering didn’t stop, Zelda leaned back in her chair and peeked under the table. Shure enough, a familiar brown boot was inching closer to her foot, quickly tapping against it before pulling away. When Zelda straightened in her seat Link still hadn’t moved, his eyes trained forward and expression blank.
The princess smiled, biting her lip to hide the expression and bowing her head over her notes, hoping no one saw her as she tried to discreetly slide down her seat. He would have been easier to reach if he’d been seated directly next to her rather than around the corner, but Zelda was determined to reciprocate his antics. When she was certain she’d be able to reach, Zelda struck out a leg and came into solid contact with Link’s shin. The kick wasn’t all that hard, but certainly painful enough to be noticeable.
Link flinched in his seat, sucking in a deep breath and sneaking a glance at her from the corner of his eye. He had to cover his mouth to hide a smile and stifle a laugh before it came. A few of the counselors sitting near him gave an odd look, but quickly brushed it aside and returned to their duties.
Zelda allowed herself a moment of victory, her smirk subtle but still seen by Link. The moment didn’t last long though. Before Zelda knew what had happened she felt a sharp pain in her leg. She gasped and her fist tightened around the pen in her hand, nearly splitting it in two. Link was the one who looked victorious now, sending her a wink when she glared daggers in his direction. Only the Hero would be cheeky enough to dare kick the queen of Hyrule under the table.
Zelda swung her leg out again, this time finding nothing. She glared at the young hero who was trying to hold back his snickers with his hand. He gained some composure and cupped his mouth with a hand, blocking it from the view of the others, his lips mouthing one word.
‘Truce’
If they hadn’t been in a meeting Zelda would have stubbornly said no, but her head nodded in agreement. She could easily get back at the hero on a later date, seeing as now wasn’t exactly the best time.
Link smiled and settled back into his usual stooped position, though his foot still found it’s way over by hers. There wasn’t any more shin kicking as the two exchanged sly smiles before returning their attention to where it was needed.
Zelda could still feel small taps from him every once in a while, and even returned a few. It was comforting to have the small assurance of his company when his shoe rubbed against hers. Sometimes, he would excitedly tap in fast succession when something amusing was said or a counselor was falling asleep, eyes darting in the guilty party’s direction. Other times she could feel him tapping out the beat to a popular song, or he would give her a small nudge of encouragement when she spoke up. These small touches that the two traded helped ease the tension in Zelda’s shoulders and made the unbearable parts of her duty seem considerably much lighter.
It wasn’t often that Zelda could act like this. If any of the councilors had dared look under the table or happen to glance in their direction at the wrong time they would have been appalled. Appalled that the mature queen should be acting so childish. But she enjoyed those moments when she could pretend she was simply another normal young adult, whose only care was who was courting who, or what the latest gossip was. Link helped her to act her age, and it was so incredibly freeing.
Life was fleeting and youth fled even faster. She’d grown up thinking all her days would simply be courts and stacks of papers- but once Link showed her life through the lenses of childish glee, she never wanted to look back.
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Long.. long, road…
You were once a prime being in reality. Though they grew depressed with your long life and reincarnated yourself into a dragonkin. Then you went into what is now known as the Astra Sea, here you found a dead god of time and prophecy allowing you to go through time at a 10x accelerated rate watching the multiverse go bye. You have waited there for so long that numerous multiverses have Died, Started, and Died again. You were able to survive this long due to the seas feature of stoping age and needing to eat. There you observed reality in a contemplative state. So they’ve waited till six multiverses have started and perished. Now you’re on the Seventh somehow reminiscing on a memory forgotten long.. long… long ago. It seems fate was your side because a wandering lesser goddess sensed an urgency in the Astral Sea and came there. There she found you a lost lonely solemn creature. She decided to approach you, you didn’t react to her presence you don’t react much to of anything anymore. She places a enchantment on you so that you could comprehend speech and introduces herself. “I am Naralis Analor a lesser member of the Seldarine an elvish goddess of suffering, healing, and death.” You attempt to but do not speak because you have forgotten how over your long existence instead you right very ancient runes in the air roughly stating “greetings I do not know my name, sorry. Please be on your way.” Analor didn’t like this answer a stated “You are suffering in this void so much so that even I managed to sense it. I will be taking you with me. And I will being your caretaker no, if, ands, or butts!” You aren’t happy with this but just go along with it. She places a ward on you to halt your aging process once you exit this domain, because supposedly it causes rapid aging when exiting. you exit you feel a unbearable hunger “Oops I forget that the hunger you would normally feel catches up to you.” She snaps her fingers and a massive banquet table appears and you instantly devour all of the food so much so that you finish an entire gods pantry. “I’m quite pleased that you liked the food.” -Analor. You sit there quite pleased with your meal. You right in the same runes again “Thank you, haven’t eaten in a long long time.” She asks “how old are you exactly, I do understand that some beings go into the astral sea to become immortal. But you’re an oddity no one has ever gotten quite that ravenous of a hunger or needing that powerful of a ward?” You look at her thinking about the time spent and ending up having to give a ruff estimate. “I have existed in that place longer than this multiverse has been thought of..” She looks at you in shock and astonishment. “Are you saying that you are older than this multiverse!?!”-Analor “older I don’t have the exact age I don’t even have that number from when my original universe…” Analor look at you in astonishment and a bit of greed. “How many multiverses have you been around for??” You look with a bit of worry. “Seven I’m currently on multiverse number seven.” She appears empathetic towards your answer knowing that you are a very ancient and very lonely person. “How about I teach you about the current universe as well as multiverse that I know of? And after that I can sponsor you as one of my clerics or paladins?” You go I along with what she is saying for now because you don’t have a choice in the matter, you’ve lost all of your magic after each multiverse was created and expired you couldn’t currently escape back to your domain even if you wanted to. “Okay if that is your wish lady Naralis Analor of the elves. I will be in your care.” She peered at you happily with a devilish smile. “I will bestow you the name Drystan evermore. And grant you healing for happier days.” She then begins to tutor you on basic knowledge and everything essential for living and surviving as a Adventurer. She helped you out many times in the pursuit of magic and even bestowed her divine boon and a familiar a fox that you named spring for its fey and beautiful nature.
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drew my oc! Felix Lecter-Graham. will and Hannibal found them as a kid in a dog house after murdering their abusive parents. they had no idea the rude couple had a kid and took him in. Felix loved his childhood and his dads. he loved watching dad (Will) fish even though Felix sucked at it and never quite got the hang of it. he loved watching Papa (Hannibal) cook and draw. he remembers getting his hair brushed as Papa hums. dad would tell him bedtime stories and watch over him till he slept. then they were caught. their retreat cottage was surrounded. like the first time, no one knew he existed and people were shocked to see a kid in the house. he cried, screamed, kicked, and bit but he was eventually taken away from his parents. Alana Bloom swore she was going to never get involved with these two men ever again. She and Margot were living happily far away from everything that harmed them....but then she heard a kid was involved. how cruel of them for dragging another youth into their life of madness. she couldn't just Felix become another Abigail...he was only 6 so maybe he could be relocated and forget their fathers.
Felix never felt at home in the Verger manor. too big. too empty. old money. it wasn't anything like the cottage. no pets. he missed the dogs. he missed Dad and papa...Alana tried to be there and talk to them but they were stubborn and fussy. how did Will and Hannibal handle this kid??? she knew he was only acting out due to trauma and being ripped from his family but...it never truly changed the only thing that kept them alive was playing Tetris. they were glued to that game. it was the only digital game they had back home on his wiped, untrackable laptop so it became a hyper-fixation. tetris and drawing were the only things that kept Felix sane. well...kinda. once he became 13, he found his person suit. made friends. joined clubs. learned how to sing and started doing theater. they put energy into becoming a spunky, theatric nerd. life was ok...but they had trouble. people saw them as weird. too outgoing. talkative. then if they got zoned in on their phone playing Tetris or drawing, then they were too quiet and weird. nothing was ever right for anyone...plus the rumors. Felix bloom-verger. old money. child out of nowhere?? Wasn't that name in the news when i was a kid?? what, those murderers! yeah, my mom heard about that on Tattle-Crime when I was younger! Didn't they have a kid??? wasn't that Alana bloom around those guys??? he hated it. no one understood. no one. "sweetie, you need to let them go. you have a family." "How could you say life was better?" " you were raised by murderers?? you ate people??" "your safe now." they were allowed visits every fathers Day and Christmas. they seemed happy enough. allowed to be together but with a glass between them. felix would draw them things and talk about their life. cry. laugh. Alana hates to admit that these days are when Felix looks and sounds the happiest even after all these years. thats all I got so far. i feel like maybe Hannibal and Will will break out but idk when on the timeline. I'm still working out the plot. I feel like he bonded more with Margot than Alana due to her more stoic nature. She never pitied him like Alana did. maybe he got into horses for a while.
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My Little Kittten
Chapter 1: Unpleasant Guest
TW!!: Grammar errors, Mention of r*pe and sexual assault. READ FOR OWN RISK!
Prologue
 
Today was the crown ceremony for the Royal cat shifters. The Kings son and his Mate are going to be the new Leaders for the cats. Everyone was excited for this Event. Finally, the 28-year-old Satoru Gojo and his Mate Naomi (26) are getting Queen and King. The only one who was pissed because of this ceremony was Y/n. Y/n who´s already 25 and Gojo “the blessed one” were best friends, till Satoru had found his mate when he was 20 and Y/n was left mateless. They saw each other less and less. When Y/n finally was 20, everyone expected that she´ll find a mate, which she hasn’t. After 3 years they gave up on her. Satoru didn’t meet her anymore. She was abandoned and seen as trash. Like the Pest, everyone kept their distance. And her Parents have now a disappointment in the Family.
“At least she’s a shifter,” they say. Throwing hurtful comments at their own daughter was a normal day for the Parents. It Broke the 20-year-old Heart before a woman or man had ever the chance to.
Sighing Y/n walked outside to take a small walk. “Maybe walking into the forest as a cat doesn’t mean any harm towards me,” she thought.
Bones breaking was heard and a small cat with h/c fur walked outside and ran towards the forest. The warm earth was heated by the shining sun. The ground beneath her paws was calming her senses. A Feeling she hasn’t felt in a long time. Climbing on tree to tree and playing with small Insects like butterflies and bugs.  “It´s not as bad as they say out here,” She thought when she went deeper into the now friendly forest, she always thought were Nightmarish. The sun began to settle down and the forest got quieter. Torches began to burn in the cat Village and music started playing softly. The ceremony had started. Y/n has to go back home before she must face the consequences for being late in a such Important matter. A twig snapped behind her and her ears and eyes trying to find the danger near her. Turns out it was only a bunny who crossed the landscapes next to her.
Y/n headed towards the music when she smelled a pacific smell hit her nostril. The smell of grass, wood, watermelon and Vanilla. Y/n h/c fur begins to puff when she started starring in the direction where the Intoxication smell comes from. “Mate?!” Y/n meowed out loud. She was more than surprised that it happens exactly today.
She wants to follow the scent where the scent of her mate, but she can´t. The festival is getting to the high point, and she must be there. So, with much displeasure she went back to her unwelcoming place she called “home”.
Deep in the forest. In an Abandoned shrine a growl scaped and grumbled the floor. Red eyes pecked out of the dark entrance. They were burning in anger. The loud music that came from his old “home” Triggered him. A Tiger walked out of the shrine. The fur surprising clean and his head up high like a true king. He slowly marched his way towards the Village. Sukuna has enough from this Torture. They abandoned him without remorse. Because he is different, because he is a wild beast. And again, someone like him was born. This time from the Royal bloodline. This is a blessing the Elders said, but Sukuna knew better. They are only scared that someone without Royal blood in their veins is stronger and can overpower them. When he marched his way down to the Village he abruptly stopped. A sweet, chocolate, Strawberry and rainy scent flows into his nose. His fur puffed and his ears showed him the direction where the scent comes from. Forgetting what he was up to, he darted towards the source from this Addictive scent.
“Mate,” he growled.
 
Y/n Pov:
Here I am standing right at the front besides Gojo Satoru’s mate Naomi. I scrunched my nose at the smell from her. Satoru’s scent all over her, it makes my tummy churn. The werecats all praised him for just existing. His ego visibly raising from the praises. I can feel eyes on me, and it makes me uncomfortable. “Why is she at the front?” A Voice whispered behind me. “Her Mother is from Loyal blood,” another voice answered. “Aren’t they embarrassed to bring such a child in this world,” the first voice said with disgust lacing their voice.
´I want to get out of here´ I thought while my hands slowly started to tremble. Naomi walked towards Satoru catching everyone’s attention. He looks so happy without me. ´Maybe being unmated is a sign from the moon goddesses that I’m unwanted. ´
The smell from my mate is here, It´s just a soft breeze of their scent but it makes me smile through the pain I feel right now. “Y/n, come with us,” my father told me when he went with a boy on his side towards a hut near the ceremony altar. “What is father?” I asked, a concerned feeling filling my stomach. “This is Naoya. He’s from the zenin clan. We decided that he´ll mate with you,” My Father stated cold.
I looked perplexed at his stoic face “What…?” I asked my father in pure shock. “You heard me clearly,” he said when he takes his leave.
“You can´t do this to me!” I yelled at him in frustration. “you’re unmated and unwanted, of course he can,” Naoya whispered in my ear. He grabbed my waist when he pushed me towards the hut. “What are you doing?!” I asked him with stutter lacing my voice. “I am making you finally mine,” be breathed out with blush tinting his cheeks. I tried to push him off me withal the power I have left.
“Why me?” I thought out loud and his grin only spread. The thought of what might happens in these next minutes scared me and I started to panic. “I’ve sawn you from afar. The beautiful h/c hair of yours makes me want to just cut them of and put them in a glass showcase,” he started pulling my h/l hair as he smelled them. “Your Voice angel-like and your cat form is like a goddess. And what is a God without their Goddesses?” He pushed slowly towards the island in the hut. “You’re sick and crazy.” I said when the tears slowly prickled in my eyes, blurring my view.
“Who wouldn’t try you? I can understand why Satoru stopped meeting you. You drive us crazy,” I started to Ignore his speak and try to find an escape. I must escape. He started purring in my ear. His heat was coming near and he tried to fill the hut with his pheromone.
My heart races when he slam me on the island ready to mate with me. Fear and panic began to increase as my breathing came more out like I just had run a marathon. My Vision started to blur and tears streamed down my face. My legs felt so heavy, I couldn’t move them anymore. ´now is not the time for a panic attack! ´
Naoya started to rip my clothes. “Stop. Please just Stop…” I repeated like it was a mantra. The sniffles turned into sobs, cries and pleases. When I almost gave up fighting against Naoya, a growl came from outside the hut. Naoya looked outside, looking like a lost bunny in the nest of wolves. I took the opportunity to put on my clothes and backing away. The adrenaline and panic clouding my mind. The door ripped open what caught also my attention. A tall man stands at the door frame. Red eyes piercing through Naoyas head.
The scent from Vanilla, watermelon, wood and grass filled the air. My body visibly relaxed and the panic started to disappear, and my Vision was slowly getting cleaner.
 
3rd Pov:
Sukunas body stiffens when he saw his mate getting almost r*ped. He would’ve guessed that she’s wanted to mate with someone else. But the smell of panic and fear filled the room which told the tiger the Situation his mate is in, this enraged him just more. When the pheromone from this disgusting cat filled the room, anger boiling his blood in his veins.
Y/n can see it clearly in his face features, she can even feel it a little bit from the mate bound. Y/n began to whimper clearly asking for help. Sukunas hot breath came out ragged when his canines started to sharpen and grow. Naoya backed up and winced at the sight from the Monster clearly submissive what disgusts Sukuna. His Boner was now clearly for Ryomen to see. His nails grew as growls escaped his throat deeper than the other one. Y/n started watching how her mate transformed into a tiger to hunt the little cat who’s Naoya. ´I have to run. But my legs, they don’t move, ´ Y/n thought. Sukuna stood Infront of a closet while huffing at the cats stupidly. ´I’m going to deal with him later´ He thought. He turned towards his mate when he transformed back into a human showing the world his Tressure. The adrenaline in his veins didn’t let him cool down so he still has the ears and tail which looked adorable.
Sukunas eyes soften at Y/n sight. He took her in his arms and shielded her from possible attacks. Before Y/n could even admire his features, she passed out in her mates Arms.
 
 
To be continued…
Chapter 2.
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happy birth komaeda (sorry)
Wind lazily drifts through buildings, waving fabric but ignoring the settled dust that still covers a lot of Towa City. The sun has long been replaced by an eternal gred haze that seeps into your mind until you forget what the brilliant blue sky used to look like. Pictures of youth become impossible.
As if he wanted to look at them anyway.
The taste of bile rises in his mouth. It always does; Kamakura-Hajime tried to give him medicine, but failed to account for his luck. Of course he'd be allergic to a component he'd never tried.
They were in a lab the other day, furiously working at it. Desperate. Mikan, too, wished for their success; whether for the scientific gain or his own sake is a mystery. But Fuyuhiko gave him a look in the hallway earlier, and so quite easily he snuck out of his own accord.
How he ended up in Towa City is a bit of a mess. But the wind is gentle as it wraps his coat around him, as if to preserve whatever warmth is heart is still generating. It's thick, still comfortable after all these years. Maybe it isn't even the fabric. Maybe it's the memory, the one thing that's stayed with him through thick and thin. People left him, despise him, and hope itself ebbs and flows like the tide-
But he still has his coat. Ripped at the ends and faded from its glory days (of which there were few), it stays faithfully intact.
A red string wraps its way around his wrist. He gently tugs at it in response.
They'll probably find him eventually. Or maybe Monaca will. Last reported sign of her, she went into space, but he knows quite well that won't last. Monaca gets bored easily, and something ties her to this place, no matter how much she wants to insist it doesn't matter. She'll be back, whether on the side of hope or despair. Or neither.
Pity the poor child.
The city is silent now, at least. All the old Monokuma robots have since either lost their power or forgotten their purpose, listlessly wandering. Shirokuma and Kurokuma are probably still around, but neither of them have a care for him anymore. Monaca is gone, after all, and the old Warriors of Hope are safely within Future Foundation bounds.
Everyone is safe. Well cared for. Working to further the future with their own talents.
Everyone save for him.
He's sure there's a purpose, in the mind of the more pragmatic. Kamakura probably thinks it, and Togami has likely agonized over the decision, and Munakata absolutely wanted him dead at some point. It's probably some message about human life, how everyone is worth saving so long as you can try, and despite his insanity he can be helpful. Even if he isn't.
Or maybe they're hopeful that his existence will spur Kamakura to develop that cure. Frontal temporal dimentia isn't exactly common by any means, but a cure for cancer is a cure for cancer. It'd be great marketing.
And if he dies to a gun after that? Well. A bullet is a bullet.
He almost wishes the wind were harsher. Howling, whistling through broken windows, pushing billowing clouds of ruin into the sea. If he closes his eyes, he can imagine it; the chill spreading through his bones, seeping in and trying to freeze that heart already struggling. Maybe it would manage it.
Or maybe he'd just keep shivering on this roof till it passed, because of course he'd be that unlucky.
A sigh leaves his throat. He should go get something to eat, probably.
And then the world goes dark.
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He wakes up in a hospital bed.
Again.
Kamakura- and that is Izuru, most definitely- is staring at him.
Again.
"Aha. Found me quicker than I thought you would."
"I knew you would end up in Towa," he mutters. He doesn't bother with inflection or volume. There's something about him he can't hide from Komaeda. He stopped trying after an entire week. "But I am unsure why you left."
"I thought it was obvious."
Silence passes. Kamakura isn't considering what he wants to say- he would never bother. He's puzzling through something instead. Or maybe that semi-mixed consciousness between the two of them is giving him problems.
"You don't want a cure," Kamakura eventually states.
And Komaeda sighs.
"Would you rather I be honest?"
"Yes." It's unambiguous, even for Izuru.
"Very well, Kamakura-kun. If that's what you want."
The sun doesn't shine outside. It's not blue outside his window, or dark because the police raided the killer's home and found him in the dumpster and it took two days for him to wake up. They are not calling to tell him he was accepted into Hope's Peak Academy without applying.
"Who will be happy if I'm cured?"
The sky is blood red.
"Don't lie to me and say our classmates. The rest of the Foundation thinks I should be exiled. I doubt even Tsumiki truly wants me cured."
It bleeds for what it was once. A world now turned into the end; is there even any escaping it? When the atmosphere itself is so horribly rotten from warfare with weaponry they should've never invented? When the planet is ruined from all they've done?
"They just want a cure for the disease. They couldn't care less who has it."
"I would be happy," Kamakura says quietly.
Komaeda turns to him.
His eyes are red. Well, Kamakura's eye is red; the other is still green, somehow. Perhaps they are the window to the soul.
The color of blood. Of memories of sterile operating rooms being stained red after operation after operation after operation; the definition of insanity, of doing the same tests over and over and over again and expecting a different outcome. Of broken mirrors and thoughtless gazes.
And then Kamakura leaves the room.
Komaeda looks to the clock on the bedside table. 4/28, it glares back at him.
What an unlucky date.
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sorry I made you sad my son. I was gonna draw you something but I do not have the energy for art right now.
~Eve6262
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daredevil-1910 · 2 years
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On a Far Away Land
I know i promised a lot of chapter, and ive been overthinking most of them but i guess ill just post them.
I will be aging up the characters, Right now this OC is about Lucy's age, which is 18, ill let all of you do the math.
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13 years ago.... 
"Goodbye Elijah, I will be coming back as soon as I can, be good to Mrs. Peterson, ok?" I nodded at my mother enthusiastically knowing she was going to bring sweets when she came back.  
She always did it, when she went into town, she would bring me sweets for being good with Mrs. Peterson
"Eli, I keep forgetting what your age was again" I stuck out my hand with four fingers sticking outward.
"How many is that sweetie?" She always asked me this question. And I always answered the same thing.
"I'm four Mrs. Peterson" I quickly answered her question and was back to playing with my toys. Boy I can't wait till momma gets back.
The next day
Ring ring
That's the telephone, Mrs. Peterson answered from the kitchen.
"Yes, this is her, oh my, oh no, yes, he's here, what am I supposed to do with him? I can't really... alright I’ll do it" Mrs. Peterson looks real worried I wonder what happened.
Present day
My mother had died, some men had robbed and shot her. Left her for dead. Her body was found that same day a few hours later, apparently, she hadn't even made it to town.
I stayed with Mrs. Peterson. She took care of me and comforted me when days got hard.
But unfortunately, she got sick and died when I was 11 years old.
I'm 17 now, not really grown. But I know more than most kids my age should. After Mrs. Peterson died, I got taken to my aunt's place, not a nice lady. As far as she knows I don't exist. I go to school because I'm pretty sure she is being forced to let me, or else she would have me scrub the entire house every day. But hey, at least I have a place to stay and food to eat every day.
I'm mostly alone, not feeling like staying home so I walk around town. I've hardened in the past four years, my parents death was hard, but I was a kid, didn't really know what was happening. But when Mrs. Peterson died... I... it was like something broke inside of me. So now I'm quiet
I'm a little bigger than kids my age and always looked a bit more intimidating. Packed on a little more muscle than a normal 17-year-old should have from working at my aunt's stable. So, people naturally assume I'm older.
Right now, I'm making my way back to my aunt's place from the market. She sent me to pick up some packages she had bought the other day. Apparently, she needed them as fast as possible. I don't know why she would need more clothes, but I do as I’m told.
I walked past some kids that looked much older than me, around 18 to be precise, when I went to dodge them one of them made contact with me, he bumped my shoulder, hard. I stumbled a little but didn't fall. 
"Well, would you look at that, it seems like we have a problem in our hands boys” the bigger one in the middle approached me first.
"Look, I’m not really in the mood to deal with this so I'll be on my way" I turned on my heel and picked up the box I had dropped.
"Oh yeah, you can go, as soon as you apologize." I froze at what I just heard; can you believe the stupidity some people have.
"Excuse me" I turned around slowly, cooking my head to one side.
"You heard me, apologize" he crossed his arms over his chest and a smirk I couldn't really tell was like. Mainly it looked stupid.
"Ok, I don't know if you lack the brain cells, well let’s be honest, you clearly do, but you bumped into me, so really the only one who should be apologizing here should be you" I put the box back on the ground expecting a fight.
"You better watch your mouth kid before I bust it open" the kid took a step closer to me hands tensing up
"What did I say something that hurt you, too bad, you should really keep your feelings in check before you go around messing with people" I smirked at him and his answer was as expected, the boy tried to push me, but I leaned back and punched him in the nose as I took a step back.
"You are going to regret that" I quickly dodge under him and make a run for it. There is a forest nearby that I know like the back of my hand. I'm sure they are not going to follow me there.
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, heading towards the forest. When I finally made it seemed like I had lost them.
So, I stopped running. Paying attention to everything around me trying to make sure nothing would jump me when I heard a bush rustling to my right.
 Thinking it was one of the boys I walked towards the sound ready to take him on. Because clearly, running was not enough.
The mush was actually a bunch of plants together in one spot, so I walked into it. But as soon as I put one foot down, the ground gave way under me.
And I fell, fell for what felt like minutes.
Eventually I landed on a soft surface, it seemed to be... sand.
"Is this a beach?" I stood up and looked around, having no clue of what just happened how the hell did I just land on a beach
I got up and tried to rub off the sand I had on my face. Mainly out of my eyes and nose. Once I did, I decided to not waste any time and find out where I'm at.
I kept walking towards a hill on the far side of the beach. My feet felt heavy on the wet sand. I looked like a newborn foal walking around like this.
 I climbed the hill and came across the ruins of a castle. All of a sudden, I could feel this ancient power calling me from within the ruins.
For some reason I felt like me being here isn't a fluke or coincidence. Someone powerful wants me here.
I decided to explore the world around me, find a place to stay so I can survive. After exploring the ruins, I found a rusty sword on the ground. I took a strap of my shirt and tied it around my waist making sure the sword was secure.
I walked around aimlessly trying to find a sign of what I should do but found no answers. I sat down and began to think of ways I could get back home, everything I could come up with included a boat. Unfortunately, I don’t think there are any boats on this island.
From a distance I heard galloping, must be a dozen horses headed straight at me, the ground started trembling under my feet making me believe that there was more than I thought.  I tried to run but found out that I was surrounded. I took my sword out and waited for whatever was surrounding me to show their faces.
What came out of the woods surprised me to no end, out of all the things I thought it was this is definitely not one of those things. I found myself surrounded by Centaurs. 
Before I could react, I got tied up and hung from my legs.
“Take him back to camp, and tie him up to the post securely, can’t have anyone escape again” One of them said, it seems he was the leader. 
“I’m not sure what’s going on here, but trust me, you have the wrong g-” I got cut off by a rag being tied up around my mouth. 
What came next was hours of being hung upside down before reaching the centaurs camp. When we finally got there, my hands were tied around a wooden post that was extremely high. I started hearing voices, murmurs, and conversations between the centaurs. 
“Why are we keeping this boy here?” 
“He could be with the Tremarines”
“He’s just a boy!” a female centaur was arguing with the one who gave the order to capture me, confirming my initial thoughts of him being the leader. 
“We can’t risk it, many of our people died the last time something like this happened”
“All I’m saying is-” she got cut off by the sound of a horn that seemed to be an alarm.
Everyone started scrambling, some of the centaur running towards the children and the elderly and others straight for the weapons. The woman that wanted to let me go stood there, debating with herself of what she should do.
She picked up a dagger from a nearby table and cut me loose. I took off the rag around my mouth and ran as fast as I could away from the camp.
Something inside of me was screaming at me to turn back around and help them. I hesitated for a second but eventually found myself running back towards the camp. I picked up a sword that looked like one I could handle and went to see what the threat was.
There were soldiers attacking the centaurs. setting fire to their homes destroying any resource they had and slaughtering them. One of the men saw me and looked me dead in the eye. With an evil grin I saw him start to walk towards me, sword in hand ready for a fight.
Despite the fact that I have never fought with a sword in my life, I felt like I could do this. So, I charged at the man with all I had, and decided to use my small size as an advantage. whenever the man would swing right, I would dodge and slice at his left side, until eventually from either blood loss or fatigue, the man fell.
I kept running, killing any men that looked like an easy target. anyone who let their guard down.
As I was stabbing one of the soldiers, I saw that the man that had me tied up before was on the ground pinned. With a soldier about to swing his sword down on the centaur’s head. so, I stopped him, I crashed my sword with his, holding his sword with my blade. with one swift move I knocked the blade out of the man’s hand and tripped him holding my own sword to his neck.
“Leave, and tell whoever sent you to stop killing this people, or else he’ll deal with me”
I looked the man dead in the eye, used the shadow and darkness to make myself look more intimidating.
 The man called for a retreat, the few remaining soldiers ran with him, and they were chased down by the still standing centaurs.
I turned around and found the centaurs that didn’t run off bowed, with their swords on the ground. their leader did the same. this land, these creatures. There's something here that fills me, something I haven’t felt since Mrs. Peterson died. I wonder if this is a dream, and if it is I don’t want to wake up.
“I owe you my life Son of Adam” their leader stepped forward and bowed as well as the others. It felt right to do the same.
I dropped to my knees and stuck the sword, that was a little too big for me, on the ground, and bowed my head.
“My name is Elijah Thompson, I don’t know how I got here, and I’m afraid I am not from this world.” I stayed in the same position I was in not moving afraid of disrespecting the creature in any way.
“Rise Elijah Thompson, my name is Glenstorm,” he extended a hand to help me up. He explained to me where I was, a place called Narnia. He also told me of their situation and why he had me tied up.
“I understand, I would have done the same” I nodded at him, he clearly still felt guilty.
“So, tell me, if you aren’t from here, how you got here?” I told him everything from my aunt to the crazy man at the store.
After I did, he asked a question that got me thinking really hard.
“Do you wish to go back to where you are from?” I really wouldn’t be missed back home, and this here, something calls to me, I actually feel wanted here.
“no” I put simply.
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*Trigger Warnings: Descriptions of physical abuse, mental abuse, emotional abuse, parental abuse, verbal abuse, child neglect, threats, anxiety, panic attacks, violence towards children.* Monday, June 19th, 2023 6:32pm
Today, we’ll be diving into the wonderfully enraging topic that is my stepfather.
It is truly baffling yet underwhelming that a man such as he, exists. And till the day I die, I will continue to wish the most ruthless hell for that man. So, let’s start from the beginning…
The thing about James is that he’s a deceiver. Someone with many masks, with two sides like a coin, a shapeshifter, if you will. I will never forget the first night I met James, I was only 7 at the time. You could feel the dishonesty in every breath he breathed, with words that hid his true identity. I remember telling my mom I didn’t like him when she asked, after he left. Whether fortunate or unfortunate, she remembers too. 
I learned the context for his odd behaviors long after the time, but he always hated the house we lived in at the time. He would always come home irritated for some unknown reason, acting in very brash ways. My mother would inform me years later that he hated living in the same house, sleeping in the same bed, eating at the same table, as the boyfriend that came before him. So, I guess the only logical solution would be to move, right? At least partially, no?
We had a wonderful 3-bedroom, 2-bathroom house, around the corner from my Nana. My younger brother and I had friends in the neighborhood, and would scooter around the corner to see our Nana, Grandpa, and Uncle. We went to a science academy, and my mom was doing absolutely marvelous as a single parent. But we moved. To a 2-bedroom, 1-bathroom house, 20 minutes to the next state, infested with roaches and mice, all for a little over $500 a month because dear old stepdad had a friend! And as a bonus (which was really the whole point), he got to call everything his! And did!
Anthony and I are almost 4 years apart, so I was almost 8 and he was 4. We moved churches, and it was like you were a completely different person. You would smile and laugh and joke and would be affectionate. But then again, there were people saying, “Oh, look at well behaved your boys are, James!”, “Your boys are so handsome, James!”, “I know they’re going to grow up just like their daddy!”. Umm… excuse me miss, sir, I’m standing right here and THAT is not my dad.  
We would go to our local BlockBuster and would be so excited to see the amazing place that brightened our eyes every time we went. You know, because every kid loves an outing. But, of course, it wasn’t for us. Ever. We weren’t allowed to look at the kids movies, weren’t allowed to ask to see the games they had, just wait for James to pick out the 4 or 5 movies or tv shows that he and his fiance (our mom) get to watch. Thank the universe for Nana for getting us a Wii, because all there was before that was trying to find ways to play with each other or watching wildly inappropriate TV with our “two parents”. Because seeing nudity and sex scenes are important for 8 and 5 year-olds to become men, right James?
Remember that time when me and Anthony were giving each other wedgies because we thought that shit was hilarious? Then, you punched me in the face so hard I flew into and broke our bookcase? Remember that time I stayed up all night playing video games, and you held and choked me against the wall? Remember that time when we lost one of the games we rented from BlockBuster, and after we found it, you threw every single toy, movie, book, game we had in the dumpster? And if not, oh well, because it didn’t stop there!
After my little sister was born, time sped up real fast. All of a sudden, they’re getting married, while just the five of us are standing in the pastor’s office, and I’m holding Malia and deemed “best man”, the day after my birthday. He said to me, “Well, now when you’re grown, you can tell your girlfriend that we got married right after your birthday!”. Then, we’re changing the house layout to where their bedroom and the living room are switching places because we need more space. I’m, now, given the esteemed responsibility as “baby-sitter” at age 8. My mom was pregnant again, and my sisters were going to be 10 months apart. Oh! And the most important bit, Anthony and I were now, “not his kids” (trademark it), and the violence got so much worse.
So, as he built himself a kingdom amongst rags instead of riches, where he is the sole king (without a queen), everyone else became his servants.  Everything in the house now had the possessive “my”, every single thing done in the house needed to meet your standards, everyone had to heed your requests and desires, no matter how untimely, and everyone had to be your audience as you spoke of promises for better that never came.
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Prequel
Are you sure this is a good idea ?
A voice resonated in the temple.
The darkness that was present all around was New. Not even the pure white of all the place could prevent it from existing. Not even the once white light could prevent it from embracing the two people in the room.
Clairvoyance you know we don't have a choice this shall happen. Twi was the prophecy.
The second voice said in a mixed language coming from the past.
I know, I know I'm the one who saw this Diviny but still... Rebirthing all of them in the same time ? Shall we not do it slowly, for the lamb might be overwhelmed.
Clairvoyance voice sounded again, making it heard from everywhere but only at one place. Anyone who would hear this would have went into insanity.
Diviny sighed making it clear, all was known from the start, the vision was created and the prophecy created.
This prophecy is quite important Clairvoyance. You for most shall feel connected to twi this was all. The lamb will not find them all at the same time. Twi shall be what Fate decide after.
Diviny spoke, always acting on what felt right. The voice sounded distorted for anyone who came across him talking, driving them in a sense of panic and pain.
Clairvoyance scoffed, anyone who'd come would known how annoyed their scoff sounded.
I think you forget the lamb is not death, at the very least not completely. His new godhood is literally Fate.
Diviny growled a bit in a distorted language after what Clairvoyance said.
I do know twas. So shall twi and I hide this.
Clairvoyance looked at Diviny like something horrible was told right now between the both.The multiple eyes wide opened looking directly at the other who just said something crazy.
Are you kidding ?..
Diviny just stood there looking at Clairvoyance.
You're serious... Do you even understand what you are trying to do ?! Meddling with the power of another god like that is dangerous ! To the point you could get banned from the pantheon ! Do you even understand the risk I'm taking by just being here in the temple of life with you !? Literally just after a prophecy from a just three seconds of a vision ? I should tell the others about it ! Heck even the lamb should be informed !
Clairvoyance voice sounded more powerful and grow in speech everytime, at each sentence said. Clairvoyance should not be here, should not have told Diviny this vision. Diviny knew this perfectly well. But this... Could be ruined by the higher gods of the pantheon if they were told. Which would not be good for any of the realms if the higher intervened.
Twas know the difficulty of Clairvoyance being here but twi shall inform that if none is done it will turn out broken. Twi know how hard it is and dangerous to tune out the power of another god but the lamb shall know this and come to the pantheon by twas when Fate does not come in reality.
Diviny turned around to the stone slate showing all the land of the Old Faith. Though this name is not used anymore or known in fact. It is used only by the one who became immortal or elders who seems to never die. If not by them only ruins or written papers are the last one using those words and stories for only the Historical group who seeks the past.
Twi shall seperate all of them, the rebirth of them shall not be known, all dispersed in own past Land of no memory. Shall they befell a curse, slavery, distressed, abuse is up to this world and Fate shall not be able to change this destiny of them.
Diviny finished to speak with a breathy sigh like it would cost greatly to talk louder. Clairvoyance watched the god hunched over the tablet and moved towards it too looking down on the land Fate was in charge of. The sigh from Clairvoyance sounded like one of defeat or maybe just acceptance would be the right choice.
Then may they survive till being found by the lamb. Fate. Shall their crowns turned black to white as the prophecy wished for this, destiny wished for this. And I Clairvoyance shall oblige thee.
The stone tablet glowed a bit dispersing the heavy darkness around it just for awhile. Diviny took the Spin of Choice out and let it turn around with the help of gathererd tears. The choices felt one by one, the place they shall be reborn at choosen and what family or not they will have.
Thee shall be done now before the higher finds twi.
Diviny looked at Clairvoyance and sighed letting the power seeping out from the suposed body form chosen by the wheel. An explosion of light happened all around the both. Lighting up the room previously so dark for just a moment before being dragged inside the slate again and stopping it's glorious glowing letting complete darkness in the fall again. Diviny and Clairvoyance both looked at eachother, exhausted from the powers used. Diviny turned again at the slate and breathed only a small distorted line.
May The New Faith created by Lambert succeed from all.
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Author rambling : 882 words ? Not the most I wrote but not the shortest either. Anyway hope you enjoyed the prequel of this AU, if you wish to read somewhere else, there is still Wattpad and Tumblr and Ao3. Choose which you prefer !
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Ronan sneered, its black eyes drinking in the light.
"That's the part they all forget. They sacrificed the Shards to us. They set up this system. Coming to it to petition, reading patterns in it simply existing."
The Changeling leaned toward her the torches along the catacombs shivered.
"Attes keeps his pet witches to relive the same story over and over again. Back when he controlled a whole world as a whim. And we - we stay in shadows devouring them as they devoured our God. It wasn't just the Asteri and Valg that lived in that Place Between The Stars. A Place with No Name Sarai. They tore it all down in their quest for power, and venegnece and food. Was it any wonder we kept coming?"
He flicked his hand to the general direction of Velaris.
"Gives us our sister and we stop. Deny us and we keep coming. We do not need to rest or sleep in the way you all do. Lumas was right though - the world before was fae different. If you all could ascend we wouldn't be able to survive."
Ronan shrugged standing fluidly.
"But the Asteri of old are gone. The pacificst Valg of yesterday are extinct. And The Void? It hungers."
His last words hung in the air till Lumas snorted.
"You act like it knows you or your kin. Shards weren't just devoured we were able to traverse it in ways you never could."
//YEEE A CHANGELING!! LORE MAEEE//
The endless arguing, the endless battles and fights. Even in a moment like this she could see no moment of peace coming between them, any resolve or understanding. She was not blind to the hardship of those who were not her kind, nor was she ignorant of the treatment they had received at the hands of some.
Attes was one of a few she often found herself butting heads with now she was older, she was sure some would say it was because she had not appreciated his lessons as a child, but to her it was more. It was more than that, it was more than just some grudge from her youth.
Sarai's attention turned towards the city, they wanted their sister? "Who is your sister? Why do you think I have the power to release her?" As much as Night respected her, did she have that power to demand the freedom of another.
Her attention turned to her father, her eyes narrowed slightly. "Papa, we are not here to challenge others. I understand you have your beliefs, but so do they."
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The perfect neighborhood
Genre: Smut, romance
Summary: Your parents and Todoroki’s never got along and everyone knew that. It was a hate on the first sight. So, what else to expect from their children than to hate on each other too, right ?
Word count: 7.6k
Warnings: 18+ (Minors please back off), unprotected sex, public sex, creampie, vaginal fingering, a little bit of praising, dom!Dabi, multiple orgasms.
Imagine,
Warm summer night with a little bit of a warm wind touching your skin. Dark and almost clear sky, fully painted with starts, millions, billions of it, only few of a bit lighter coloured clouds covering some of them. Glass of a nice and expensive wine in you hand as you are concentrated on the small meteor shower they talked about in the news. You saw already three shootings stars, how many will you see till you go to sleep ? How could you possibly miss that ? It’s quiet, the only thing you can hear are the sounds of field crickets.
Yeah, imagine.
Now, let’s go to back to the reality.
It is summer, yeah, but the night ain’t warm, it’s fucking freezing. The wine in your hand is probably the cheapest one from the store. The meteor shower everyone talked about ain’t shit. You expected to see at least one shooting star, but the only thing you saw was a damn airplane, maybe two.. and lastly, instead of calming crickets, all you could hear was loud music and the bass hitting, coming form no one else than Todoroki’s oldest son.
So much about the night you were looking forward to. Maybe you would enjoy it, at least a little bit, but if you were being honest, the music was way too loud. It’s not like Touya did that often, but when he did, he made it sure that the whole neighbourhood has to share the small experience with him.
What you didn’t understand was, why didn’t Enji ever tell him to lower the volume down a bit ? Didn’t it bother him ? Or Rei? She didn’t look like someone who would enjoy the loud music.
Well, that wasn’t really surprising to you. If you think about it, they aren’t much better than he is. As they say. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
The Todoroki family moved in to the house next to yours, shortly after you and your parents did. You will always remember the day when your mother knocked on their door, giving them the cookies she made as a little welcoming gesture, only for Rei to give them back, saying how her husband doesn’t like sweets. You will always remember the look on your mothers face, not understanding if she’s for real.
Well, you could understand your mom, it wouldn’t hurt her if she just accepted them. If you think about it, you would probably accept it, and later on throw it away or whatever, just not to hurt the person who gave them. After all, she has kids, not like they couldn’t eat them. But yeah, it already happened, and the two families never talked after that.
In fact, if they did end up exchanging few words, it wasn’t anything good.
It wasn’t really all about the cookies tho, that was just the beginning. One time your father accidentally knocked their trashcan down, but it was really just an accident, which of course, didn’t look so to Enji, who was screaming and cursing around. The same day, your mother saw Rei throwing some old food over the small fence that was keeping your houses apart.
With that gesture, they declared a war.
Touya in the other hand wasn’t really like them, he actually did try to start a conversation with you few times at the beginning, but the two of you couldn’t even exchange two words and one of your parents would already peek thru the door and call one of you, putting the both of you in your places.
After few tries, both of you gave up, giving each other a small nod as a greeting and nothing more.
You almost smiled to yourself as you heard one of your favourite songs coming from your neighbours home. Sometimes you wished you could actually meet him and have a nice conversation with him. He didn’t really seem like someone who was starving for a good fight.
,, Sweetie, can you please go buy some chicken breasts ?’’ Your mother asked, as you were trying to ignore her, focused on the television screen, sadly the focus long gone as she was repeating her question until you stood up. That woman really knew how to piss you of.
,, Do this, do that.. I can’t sit down.. This ass, i don’t know why i have it’’ you complained loudly, pitying yourself for a moment, before you made your way out to the nearest shop. Well, you tried to look positively e at it, maybe it’s better if you watch the movie sometime later, since your mother was way too loud as always.
Ever since her friend told her about some weird ass local stereo site, she’s been walking around with her bluetooth speaker, annoying the shit out of you with some terrible folks music. Damn the person who got her the speaker.
The moment you got into the store, you thought how it’s not that bad that you got there, in fact, you needed some snacks for yourself, since your brother never heard of the word ‘’sharing’’, eating all the snacks that exist in your house.
Firstly, you made your way toward the meat section, taking your mother off the list and making sure you wont forget chicken breast, well better said, making sure you won’t end up dead at the end of the night. If you forget what she sent you for, she would most likely end up using you as the main ingredient.
Once you found it, you made your way toward the section with snacks and sweets, carrying yourself with it and putting more and more in your basket. Well truth to be told, buying all those snacks was almost useless, since you knew that Keigo will end up eating more than half of it. The only way to hide those sweets from him was putting them in your pillowcase, even tho that dog would be probably able to sniff his way to them.
Noticing that there was only two packs of Cheetos, you hurried toward them as you noticed that someone made their way to probably grab them. Sadly the moment you were about to grab at least one pack, both of them were gone, making your blood boil and once the person that took them turned around, your blood boiled even more.
Touya fucking Todoroki, that hungry piece of shit.
Nodding his head slowly, as you were about to curse him out, he just moved out of your way, walking to the way where the cashier is.
,, Do you really need both of the packs ?’’ You hissed, loud enough for him to hear you, making him stop his movements and turn around to face you once again.
,, Yes.’’ He simply answered, raising his brow.
,, Well, that’s really greedy of you’’ adding, you tried to keep your voice down and calm as possible. That was your favourite snack, and that hungry piece of shit had to get both of the last packs.
,, Yeah, says the one who bought half of the store’’ He said eying your basket. Well, he’s not wrong, but in your Defense the main reason for buying so much was your always hungry brother.
Instead of continuing the discussion, you simply tried to be the bigger and better person, and ignore him. Passing by him and making sure you are the fist one to get to the cashier.
,, Hey, wait’’ you heard your neighbours voice, as you got outside the shop. Pushing your wallet inside your backpack, you turned around to see what the fuck he wants.
,, Here, you can have one’’ Touya said, giving you one of the package. You were both shocked and confused by his sudden change of behaviour, not sure if you should take the small package or not. What if he’s trying to prank you ? What if he’ll take the pack back the moment you try to reach it and make it awkward for you?
Your overthinking came to an end as he pushed the Cheetos bag into your backpack, totally ignoring the conversation you had with your inner self.
,, Thanks I guess?’’ You mumbled, still pretty unsure of the whole situation.
,, Yeah, i thought, if our parents fight, it doesn’t mean we have to. Especially not because of a bag of chips.’’ He smiled, as both of you walked lazily toward your homes.
,, That’s true. But honestly, i was already thinking about ways to sabotage you on your way home, to get that bag’’ you joked, realising that both of you are walking way too slow.
You took your time to take a better look of him, since you weren’t really sure if that will be the last chance to do it. He always looked handsome to you, and now that you could see all of him up close, you knew instantly that he is someone you would definitely thirst over.
The usually seven minutes long walk turned into twenty minutes long one, and with every step you were getting closer to your home, you wished you could spend some time more to talk to him and get lost in his beautiful blue eyes.
,, You know Tomura, don’t you?’’ He asked, as you two stopped one block away from your homes.
,, Yes, why ?’’ You asked him back confused, not sure why he’s mentioning him all of sudden.
,, Well, he kinda has crush on your friend Nejire. So, tomorrow maybe, you two could grab a lunch with us at the break ?’’ He suggested almost excitedly.
,, Sure, but I am honestly not sure if he’s her cup of tea.’’ You said, playing with your fingers, not wanting for his friend to get his hopes up, only to end up heartbroken at the end. But hey, it was a win win situation, for him and for you. His friend could talk to Nejire, and you could talk with your neighbour.
At the end, you and Touya exchanged your numbers before you walked away from him, as he waited till you get home, trying not to make it obvious that the two of you had a nice conversation just few minutes ago.
,, What took you so long ?’’ Your mother asked, as she heard you opening the door. Trying to hide the happiness on your face to avoid the questioning, you explained how you took your time finding the right snacks for yourself.
At the end of the day, you turned on the tv in your bedroom, and decided that it’s time for you to finish the movie you started before your mother interrupted you. The focus you had before was long gone and all that was on your mind was your neighbour.
The two of you didn’t talk much or enough for your taste, but it was something you really wanted to do for a long time, so you were really on cloud nine. That same night you had trouble falling asleep, as you repeated the small conversation you had with him all over again in your head and the fact that you will spend more time with him the next day was making you even happier.
And the first time in in a while, you found yourself excited for the upcoming day on your boring university.
,, I swear to god, if that bitch looks our direction one more time, imma throw hands’’ Nejire complained, as some girls from the class, were clearly gossiping about the two of you, not making it a secret at all.
,, Ah fuck them, they ain’t worth our attention girl’’ You pointed out, making Nejire gasp surprisingly. Usually you were the one always ready for one good discussion, arguing with everyone who looked at you wrongly. But you couldn’t waste your time thinking about them, all you could think of was Touya and the upcoming break.
,, And why are we suddenly spending our time with Shigaraki and Todoroki ? Also, aren’t you in bad terms with him ?’’ Nejire started questioning you, as you opened the message you got from Touya, which was nothing more than his current location.
,, Well, long story short, we had a small chat, and he simply invited us. Don’t know why’’ you said, not being able to find a good enough reason to tell her.
Once the class was done, the two of you packed your things and made your way toward the location he sent you. It was the small cafe two minutes away from your uni. Usually, you and Nejire would spend your time at the lunch room, or library, but you had one and half hour till the next one, so the cafe wasn’t really a bed idea.
After you introduced yourself to Tormua, you sat beside Touya, making Nejire sit beside his friend.
,, What’s up?’’ Shigaraki asked casually, after the two of you ordered your drinks.
,, I wanna go home, that’s up. Not in the mood for the next class’’ Nejire said rolling her eyes playfully.
At the beginning all of you talked, but after short time as you realised that Nejire and Shigaraki are getting their own topic slowly, you decided that it was the best time to find a topic with Touya too.
,, So, how’s Fuyumi? What is she doing ? ‘’ You asked casually, like you were friends since forever with her. Probably a bit stupid of you, since you never exchanged a single word with her.
,, Ah, she found a job not long time ago, in some bakery’’ He answered, probably playing along not wanting to make things awkward.
,, That’s nice’’ nodding your head, you took a sip of your coffee.
,, Yeah, but she quit the next day, with excuse how too many guys are flirting with her and her boyfriend doesn’t like that’’ he added.
,, Well, I didn’t expect that’’ you said honestly, laughing a bit. She didn’t look like someone who’s not taking working seriously in your opinion, but again, you don’t know that girl at all.
,, Apparently the bread is not the only thing that’s hot, when she’s there’’ he laughed, making fun of his sister. Once you heard him say that you almost choked on your drink, as you started laughing loudly.
If you think about it, for some reason you really wanted to meet Touya better. Maybe it’s because your parents were so against it, or maybe because he was always so mysterious ? Before he approached you in the store, never once did he really try to make a conversation with you. Now that you were face to face with him, it really felt weird, if you could say so.
But still, you were more than grateful that you had a chance like that. You were always attracted to him, and you never tried to lie to yourself that you aren’t. Sure, you didn’t talk about him, maybe complain about loud music to your friend or brother, but there was no need for you to mention how handsome you think he is or anything.
,, Imagine how our parents would react if they saw us here ‘’ Touya said, as he placed a cigarette between his lips, smirking lightly at you.
,, Yeah, i don’t even wanna think about that’’ You smiled, as you played with the spoon that was in your cup. It’s not like your parents could do much about it, both of you are adults, but you were pretty sure that they would pretty much try to manipulate you into hating him. You could honestly already imagine them saying how you’re living under their roof, and how you have to listed to what they say.
One and half hour never passed faster in your entire life. The two of you talked like you knew each other your whole life, and not like there was a barrier between you. You already knew what kind of music he likes, but you found out what his favourite games are, what does he do in his free time. Surprisingly you found out that he doesn’t really have such a good relationship with his parents, which you didn’t expect at all. The Todoroki’s family always looked like those from television.
Also at your surprise, Nejire was really chatty with Shigaraki. Usually she’s pretty quiet when she’s around people she doesn’t know, but the conversation they had was never ending, and at the end they even exchanged their numbers.
Second day, and Touya Todoroki was all you could really think about.
Sitting with your family and watching some Disney movie was something you really loved, but that day all you could think of was the small amount of time you spent with Touya in the cafe.
,, Can you bring me the cheese balls please ?’’ Keigo screamed when he noticed that you are going to kitchen. There it goes, the snacks you bought just yesterday were already half way gone.
,, I think i lost sense of smell ‘’ Keigo added when you gave him the pack. The cheese balls usually had the really strong smell, but either way the ones you bought were a bit weaker or he simply caught a cold.
,,well, we didn’t. We can still smell you and the fact that you didn’t take a shower for ages’’ you joked, as you scrolled thru your instagram, not showing much attention to the movie your mother chose.
,, Shut up, i shower daily’’ Keigo pointed, defending himself.
As usual, your parents were the first one to go sleep, saying how work got them tired and leaving you and Keigo on your own.
,, Hey sis, do you know any cute activity for couple? Or places to go ?’’ Keigo asked, focused more on his phone now that your parents went to sleep. You knew that your brother was seeing some girl, but you could never be sure if he’s serious about it or not.
,, Oh yes, yes of course, go to hell’’ you answered with a big smile on your face. ,, ehh, i don’t know, maybe the botanical garden ?’’ You added once you realised that he’s totally serious.
The next few days you didn’t have much contact with Touya. He did greet you at uni, he even sat with you on small smoking breaks. But that was nothing much, and you were thinking about sending him a message few times, but at the end you didn’t want to force yourself on him. If he wanted to reach out, he could, he has your number, so ..
On Thursday you didn’t have any contact with him, and that day you really thought that you should keep your shit together, and not overreact. If you talked it doesn’t mean that he had to befriend you, after all he told you that it was about his friend and Nejire. But all those thoughts flied away on late Friday night when you got a text from him.
From [Dabi]: ,, You awake ? ‘’
It was such a simple message, yet your heart skipped a beat immediately.
To Dabi: ,,Yes, what’s up?’’
You replied not closing the Chatroom. At your surprise he obviously didn’t close it either since the message you sent immediately had the blue sing telling you that he read it, and not even a second after you sent it, the ‘’typing…’’ sign was under his name.
From [Dabi]: ,, Wanna take a walk ?’’
That night, when you got out of the house to meet the guy your parents always told you to stay away from, you realised how down are you for him. Just one message and you found yourself ready to piss your whole family off, as you went against their wishes.
Since the night was kinda warm, you decided to go out in your pyjamas, wearing only an oversized hoodie in case it’s a bit windy outside. Once you got out, Touya was already waiting for you on the street, looking only a bit better than you when it comes to his outfit. At your surprise he greeted you with a hug, locking you between his arms for few seconds.
That same night the two of you were on sitting in the nearest playground until the sun slowly started showing up, giving you a sign that it’s time to part your ways.
,, Are you planning to move out after uni ?’’ He asked. There was so much space on the wooden bench you were sitting on, yet he was sitting so close to you, not even an inch was between your body’s. Since it was getting later, the weather was getting a bit colder, and the feeling of his body being so close to you was helping you warm up a bit.
,, Probably, I wanted to move out this summer, but honestly, I don’t think I would be able to pay the rent even if i find a mini job. You know how high the prices are these days’’ You said, hugging your legs closer to your body as you tried to warm yourself a bit more. Having him so close to you, you almost found yourself lost in the nice smell of his cologne. It wasn’t so strong like some guys like to wear it, but it was so nice.
,, We should move in together. I think we would get along pretty well’’ Touya said, placing his arm around you casually. You weren’t sure what surprised you more, his statement or the arm around your shoulders.
,, That’s easier said as it’s done’’ you simply said, not taking it too serious in the first place.
,, Why ? We can pay the rent half-half and it would be fun. Imagine all the drama with our parents if they find out’’ he said laughing a bit. His talk and everything was so casual, you weren’t really sure if he is joking around or not.
As the two of you were talking, he was pulling you closer and closer into his embrace, and at the end the two of you were sitting on the bench like a couple. He took the excuse of the cold weather to hug you so close to himself and who were you to refuse him ? After all what could you wish for more ? The two of you looked like a couple in love that jumped out of some teenage movie, and you were sure you would spend the upcoming days thinking about it.
You did think about the fact that he might be playing around with you, but you decided just to enjoy in the moment and worry about it later. But if you only knew how much he actually liked being out with you in the middle of the night, and having you in his arms on a fresh summer night, the suspicious thought would probably go always faster than it got in your head.
What you didn’t know is, that Tomura didn’t really have some huge crush on Nejire. It was only Touya’s made up story to spend some time with you.
When he was younger he wanted to talk to you just to piss of his parents, but after short time, thinking about it, he didn’t want tot cause you any trouble. He understood that your parents were like his, if not even worse. As he was growing up, the urge to talk to you was also getting bigger and bigger. Not only because of his parents, it was more because you were getting more beautiful every day. He was 95% sure that you never noticed him lurking around on the uni. Not that he was stalking you or anything, he could form it in better words, he was admiring you. Yes, he was admiring your beauty.
He would visit your instagram from time to time, just checking up if you’ve posted some new selfies, or stories. There were some time’s when he wanted to send you a message, but he was always thinking about how would you take it?!
Once the two of you made your way home, instead of being sleepy, you were all wide awake, focused of the quiet walk and him. The whole way home, you were walking shoulder by shoulder, as he held your hand, hidden inside the pocket of his hoodie.
You didn’t have much inside of your head when you told him that you’re going inside, but he did. He couldn’t just let you go, he couldn’t let a chance like that slip thru his hands. Before you could move away, he placed both of his palms on your cheeks, as he connected his lips with your own. At that moment, he didn’t give a shit if Enji or your father could walk out and see the two of you kissing. Heck, if they did, he wouldn’t break the kiss even if his life depended on it.
Even tho you fall asleep only in the morning, you’ve never slept better. Falling asleep as you repeated everything that happened, and waking up thinking about the same thing.
,, Someone decided to finally wake up’’ your mother pointed out, once she noticed you getting inside the living room wrapped up with your favourite blanket.
,,Morning’’ you greeted your mother, as you put the water to boil, preparing the cup for your coffee.
,, Well, it’s 12:34 pm, not really morning anymore’’ she laughed. Unusually, your mother seemed to be in a really good mood for some reason. Not sure if she realised, but you were too.
That day you were motivated to do everything she asked you, hoping you’ll get a glance of Touya. You even agreed to water the flowers on the balcony. And good thing you agreed to do it, since you got a message from Touya saying how someone is hard working, and asking if you slept well. At the end of the message was a small red heart, which almost made you melt in the moment you saw it.
You weren’t sure where all of that lead to, you weren’t sure if he saw the night the same way you did or not. You were pretty much unsure about everything, but still, you didn’t want to think about it much, deciding it’s the best thing to simply wait and see what will happen.
And good thing you didn’t worry your little head about it, because before you could even tell Nejire about it, Touya had better plans, greeting you with a kiss in front of everyone in the uni. You wished you could see Nejire’s face at that moment, full of questions and shock, trying to understand what is going on. Trying to remember if you ever mentioned to her that you liked him even a bit.
,, What was that about ?’’ Nejire whispered once Touya was greeting Shiggy.
,, I’ll tell you later’’ you whispered back, trying to hide the smile that was way too visible on your face.
After the night at the playground, you were falling for Touya more and more, and even if you tried, you couldn’t hide that. Your behaviour changed drastically, wich made even your brother realise that something is going on.
Every night the two of you would meet, sometimes spending so much time on the small playground, and sometimes going out just for a bit, to see each other if the both of you had to wake up early in the morning. Even going to uni wasn’t so bad anymore, he would come to you on the breaks, bring you a cup of coffee to go, or wait for you after the uni. He didn’t tell you that, but he wanted to show everyone who you belong to, and he did it slowly yet effectively. But hey, there was no need to tell you that, you aren’t stupid, you could notice that and in fact you liked it, a lot.
One day after you were done buying some groceries, Touya saw you in your garden, spraying you with the water as he was washing his car. The smile that was on your face, got lost immediately as both of you saw your mother getting out of your house.
,, What’s up you waste of oxygen?’’ You said sarcastically, hoping your mother would buy it, deciding to ignore you, Touya just continued to wash the car, as your mother took the paper bags from you, giving him an evil side eye. That moment you understood how hard it will be to keep your relationship with Touya a secret, and what will happen when your parents find out. Not even a minute later, you’ve got a message from Touya, telling you how he got the goosebumps from the look on your mother’s face and instead of talking about it, or try to find a solution for it, the two of you laughed it out and decided at what time you should meet that night.
Around 12AM when you thought everyone in the house is sleeping, before you even got out, you were caught in the act, by no one else than your brother.
,, And where are you going ?’’ Keigo asked, biting the apple he just got from the kitchen.
,, Just on a walk, to clear my thoughts’’ You laughed it out, hoping he won’t question you much more.
,, Oh, a walk with Touya ?’’ Your brother wiggled his brows, as he laughed once he saw the shocked look on your face. ,, Don’t worry, i won’t tell mom or dad’’ Keigo added when he noticed how the shocked expression turned into terrified one.
,, You won’t ?’’ You asked surprised. You didn’t really expect of him to be the mature one, and you were pretty sure he was about to blackmail you, yet there he was, acting all grown up.
,, Nope, but you should really tell them yourself and avoid the drama,you know’’ he said, acting all smart. Little did he know that all you felt in that moment, hearing those words, was pure cringe and you didn’t really try to hide it, making a disgusted face as you walked out of the house, leaving your brother on his own. The fuck he feeling like the main character, giving you some wisdom tips, you thought to yourself as you walked to the playground.
Of course, Touya was already there, welcoming you with a warm hug and a kiss. He didn’t need much time to notice the weird look on your face, immediately questioning you, making sure everything is alright.
Sitting on his lap, you told him about Keigo and what happened, as he wrapped his arms around you, caressing you slowly. At one point, you couldn’t even keep your concentration on the conversation you were having with him, since his warm hands were slowly going under your hoodie.
,, Why are you stuttering ?’’ Touya asked, smirking at you widely. He knew very well why you were getting lost, and why you were repeating the same stuff all over again. He found it so adorable, how just a little touch made you so confused, and he had to tease you a bit about it, moving his hands up and down your waist, as he placed gentle kisses around your neck.
,, Am not.. I’m sure.. I’m pretty sure he’ll blackmail me at some point’’ you mumbled, trying to keep focused on your little speech.
,, Doll, you already said that’’ Touya laughed, nuzzling his nose into your neck. Closing your eyes, you smiled, embarrassed since he knew what effect he has on you. Feeling his hot breath brushing your neck made you feel some weird way.
,,Sorry’’ you apologised awkwardly. Touya threw his head back a bit, laughing lightly at your small apology.
,, Ahh, why you gotta be so cute tonight’’ He asked, connecting his lips with yours, not giving you any chance to answer.
He kept kissing you, and honestly, at that point you didn’t even want to talk anymore, all you wanted to do was feel the softness of his lips on yours. Usually you would be careful, and think about anything that could sell you and Touya out, but that night you couldn’t think about it at all. Even if you tried, you couldn’t force yourself to tell him to be careful, you couldn’t tell him to go easy and make sure there are no hickeys left on your neck. In fact, you didn’t give a single shit about hickeys, it was a problem you’ll think about some other time.
His touch was getting steamier, and if you were being honest, you wanted more than just kissing and few touches. He was turning you on, and there was no need to hide that. Placing your hand on the nape of his neck, and the other one over his clothed dick. You weren’t the one to do anything so directly, but being horny like that, there was no need for some subtle touches.
The groan that escaped his mouth was telling you that he liked it, which encouraged you into doing more of it. You couldn’t help but smirk while kissing him, as you started rubbing his clothed dick, not giving a shit if someone might see you or not.
,, Doll, you don’t wanna do this’’ He said in between the kisses. ,, At least not here’’ Touya added, moan escaping his lips as you rubbed his now fully erected dick.
,, I do’’ You answered. Touya didn’t need to hear more from you, in fact, he was almost praying you would giving him that simple and short answer, because he couldn’t hold himself, at all. He didn’t give a single shit about the possibility that someone might catch you. After all, he was pretty sure that no one was awake in your quiet neighbourhood, at fucking 3AM.
His kiss got more aggressive, as he pulled your shorts and panties to the side. Not wasting any time, he started rubbing your clit in circles slowly, as he sucked on your neck, leaving wet love bites all over it. Touya’s fingers pace with your moans, increasing in speed, as you played with his hard cock.
Your breathing gets heavier once two fingers enter your core, going in and out slowly. You catch Touya licking his lips, his eyes getting a darker shade, as he tried to hold himself together. Looking down at your private parts, Touya couldn’t help but to let a deep growl out, his dick almost twitched at the sight of your irritated clit, and your pussy swallowing his fingers.
You nuzzled your head into his neck, squeezing your eyes shut as you released a throaty moan when he started moving his fingers faster, hitting your spot just perfectly. Touya’s blood was boiling as he felt your tight and wet walls squeezing his fingers. He didn’t care that you stopped rubbing his dick, all he wanted was to make you cum all over his fingers. Touya curled his fingers, pumping them into you, as you planted, moaning louder and louder.
He was supposed to tell you to keep quiet, but how could he ? Your moans were like melody to his ears, and at that point he wouldn’t stop even if the whole neighbourhood got out to see what’s happening. He couldn’t help but to thrust his fingers even harder, stretching and preparing you for his dick. You bit his neck as you tried to keep your moans low, orgasm hitting you harder than ever. It felt so good, more amazing than any pleasure you bought yourself. It felt like he knew your body his whole life, like he knew how to move his fingers, and where to touch and kiss you.
A blush was spreading over your cheeks when he moved his fingers that were just a second ago to his mouth, giving them one short lick just to taste you, before he placed his left hand over your jaw, giving you a sign to open your mouth. When you did exactly what he wanted, he placed those two fingers into your mouth.
,, Suck’’ he said, moving his other hand down to your throat once you did what he demanded. He wished he could take a picture of you in that moment, eyes closed with his fingers in your mouth. If he did, he would definitely put it for his wallpaper.
Once he was satisfied, he placed his hands on your ass, giving you a sign to move yourself up a bit, just enough to pull his sweatpants and boxers down.
,, I’ll be gentle’’ he said, positioning his dick right under your core, before he started lowering you down. Touya wanted to simply rip into you so bad, but he gave his best to fight the beast that was trying to take control over him. After all, he knew that there is enough of time for that.
Nodding your head, you hid your face into his neck. A burning sensation took over your cunt, causing the faintest amount of pain. Every inch you took, was getting thicker and thicker, and once the pain was getting bigger you felt like he won’t be able to fit in. Was he so big ? Or was it just because of the pain that you were going thru ? It must have been both.
Looking down, you realised that he’s not even halfway in. He didn’t want to hurt you, pausing every other second letting you adjust to his size .
,, You’re doing so good’’ Touya prised you, placing soft kisses along your jaw. You wanted to get over it, and that’s exactly what you told him, nodding your head when he asked you if you are sure.
You weren’t really mentally prepared for the pain you felt in the moment he pulled you down his length with one move. Kissing you immediately, as he tried to calm you down.
After a minute, when the pain was almost gone, you gave him a nod, giving him a sign to move. Holding you up, Touya started sliding in and out of you. Enjoying the feeling of your walls hugging his dick. He almost closed his eyes, as pleasure took over him, but he forced himself to not do so, finding it more pleasurable to watch your face as you were turning into a moaning mess.
His dick was getting deeper and deeper with every thrust he made. The way he moved made you feel his dick fully inside you, the shape, the veins, the tip, everything, rubbing your walls slowly and hitting your g spot your fingers were never able to reach.
It wasn’t your first time, but the sex you had before was never this intense. It was slow, yet so good, and the fact that someone could catch you was making it even better. You didn’t understand how did he manage it hold your ass up the whole time, moving you exactly how you want.
Placing both of your hands on his shoulders, you started moving on your own, deciding to go a bit faster and he gladly accepted that. Placing his hands on your ass, and meeting your hips with his own, hitting you just perfectly with every move. Closing your eyes shut, you moaned loudly when he started moving his hips much faster than before. You couldn’t really manage to say that you were about to cum, but he felt that. Your walls were getting tighter and tighter, and with just few moves you were left breathless, as orgasm hit you harder than ever before.
Touya gave you a minute to calm down and catch your breath, telling you what a good girl you are and how you did so well for him, but he was not done with you. Not yet. Flipping you over, he made sure you were comfortable enough on the old bench before he entered you again.
,,Tell me if you want me to stop’’ Touya said, placing soft kisses all over your face. Usually if you had sex, you would simply have one round and that’s all, and in that round it was rarely about you, it was all about the guy pleasuring himself, cuming and leaving you without orgasm, or you faking one for his sake.
You weren’t sure if you could take it, but you wanted Touya to cum. So, you gave him a small nod, before he started to roam into you, the slow pace long forgotten as he moved his hips like in one animalistic pace. Pulling his hoodie up, you placed your hands on his back, digging your nails just a little bit with every move he made.
And with every move he made, you felt your body moving a bit. Touya loved the feeling of your walls hugging his dick so nicely, and now that you had your orgasm, they were even wetter than before, letting him slide in and out of you much easier.
Touya’s strong hands kept you steady, as his fingers were digging into the flesh of your hips. He knew that he was rough, but he also knew that you would tell him if it’s too much. He was thrusting into you deep and hard, hammering your cervix with every thrust, hitting your g spot all over again.
,, You are so tight’’ Touya groaned, as you whined, lost in the pleasure he was giving you. The feeling you felt at the moment was telling you that you were so close again, and you couldn’t really bear it. Digging your nails into his back so deep that you almost felt blood beads around the tips of your fingers. But maybe you just imagined it from all the pleasure, you’ll find out later.
,, Don’t close your eyes’’ Touya commands, gripping your jaw hardly as he fucked you harder. You tried to keep your eyes opened, you really did, and every time you would close them, his grip around your jaw would only get stronger. Your view got blurry and your moans got louder as you felt your second orgasm approaching you. Touya also feels it coming, and in that moment all he wants to do is to dump his load deep inside of you, wanting to claim you as his own.
The moment you wrapped your legs around him and moaned his name loudly was when he lost it, fucking you harder if it was even possible. ,, Fuck.. Fuck, you’re mine’’ Touya growled between his teeth, lots in the feeling of your walls getting tighter around his dick once again. After few hard and intense thrusts, he spilled his seed inside of you.
Your whole body started shaking from the orgasm that just hit you, and from the feeling of his seed that was painting your walls white. If it was someone else, you would probably tell them to cum anywhere else, but for some reason, you wanted him to cum inside you. You wanted to feel all of him.
The both of you were panting so hard, trying to catch your breath as he fucked his seed deeper into you. He hoped it won’t leek out of you, since the view might turn him on again, and he was pretty much sure that you weren’t ready for a third round.
,, You ok?’’ He asked you, still buried deep inside you. Nodding your head, you kissed him, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the last moments of the passionate sex the two of you just had. In public, where anyone could see you.
The two of you spend the rest of the night on the old bench, cuddling, talking and laughing about small things. Instead of being embarrassed that you even did it in such a place, all you felt in that moment was the warmth of his hug, and happiness, no regret or shame at all. That night you decided that it would be the best if you somehow tell your parents that the two of you are in relationship. Not sure how to do it, but both of you agreed it was for the best.
,, Anyway, i want to say something’’ You said, as you placed the knife and fork on your plate, done with the food. You could almost feel the cold sweat as the moment was getting closer and closer.
,, Ohhh, don’t wanna miss this’’ Keigo laughed, sitting back when he realised what’s about to happen.
Your parents gave you one confused look, still eating. Your father nodded his head, giving you a sign to continue as he placed the food in his mouth.
,, I have a boyfirend’’ You said, playing with your fingers nervously.
,, Oh sweetie, we know. We noticed’’ your mother said, giving you one sweet smile.
,, Yeah, it’s Touya’’ You said fast, and the smile she had, was replaced with confused look written all over her face.
,, Which Touya exactly ? ‘’ Your dad asked, forgetting to chew the food in his mouth. Before you could even give them a proper answer, a loud knock on the door took all the attention.
Your mother jumped fast, like she was expecting someone, ready to kill anyone on that damn door at the moment. Keigo couldn’t hide the excitement on his face, and you were giving him a begging look, hoping he’ll stand up for you.
,, Hey, just wanted to bring some cupcakes to our ‘’in laws’’ you heard Rei’s voice. Both you and Keigo jumped once you heard your mother screaming ,, YOU WITCH’’. The moment you saw confused Touya, standing between his and your mother, trying to calm the situation, both of you and Keigo laughed loudly.
Laughing long gone once the two women’s started pulling each other’s hair. Holding your mother back, both you and Touya realised that it will be one crazy and fun ride with your parents accepting your relationship.
But you knew very well that none of them could ruin it.
The moment Rei grabbed your mothers hair a bit too hard, pulling the fake extension you spent so much time putting on her head, Keigo started laughing hysterically.
,, Wig, snatched’’ Keigo laughed loudly, holding his stomach instead of his mother.
,, KEIGO’’ both you and Touya screamed, trying to hold your laugh, as your mothers continued to fight like two preteen girlies.
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Time Will be Frozen for Us
C! Technoblade x Fem! Reader
Cw: You and Techno got kids, some smut mentioned, techno wanting kids, fluff, female reader
Summary: Just a little domestic home life with Techno and your children
Edited? No
(I FUCKIN LIVE FOR SABRINA CLAUDIO😭💖)
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(Italics are lyrics)
If we could live in this moment
And just hold it
For once in years the waves of chaos in the smp had finally died down, only the sounds of the soft waves washing up the beach, birds chipping, light wind blowing against the cabins in the tundra. Inside one of those cabins was a family, soft snores echoing through the halls, children were sleeping soundly in their own rooms and in the master bedroom laid the parents.
Keep my head on your chest
I'll never leave this bed
You head rested on his bare chest hearing the beats of his heart, the calming snores that escaped from him, and the feeling of the sun warming your skin in the cold winter surrounding your home.
The flowers will be blooming
The leaves will be turning
And snow will be falling
While we're making love
Through all the seasons every morning still had the same sense of euphoria in the air. Weather he’d wake up first or you you’d stare at each other’s beauty and admire each other. It’s even more special as you admire each other during your most vulnerable moments in bed.
And the sun will be shining
The flowers still are blooming
Then leaves will turn again
But time will be frozen for us
From the moment you first met Techno, to every milestone in your relationship time always seemed to stop especially the moment you two became expecting parents.
Time will be frozen for us
Time will be frozen for us
When you and Techno became official chaos ceased in the smp. Everyone was finally happy, Dream finally got justice get deserved, Wilbur finally changed his ways and became the father Fundy always needed, Quackity finally had a happy ending, everyone was at peace, and no problems disrupted the joy.
Cover the window and come uncover me
Let's forget the world even exists
Cause nothing compares to this
When it came to starting a family you and techno were very weary about starting one, but Phil encouraged the idea since the man had been longing for another grand baby for the longest time. The moment you found out you were expecting you were all happy however Techno was still not fully on board considering how paranoid he was. Just waiting for someone to break the chain of peace and cause another never ending cycle of destruction upon the smp but it wasn’t till your sweet boy, whom you both named Eros, was born that he threw all his previous thoughts out the window, held his tiny form in his two large hands that Eros fit so snuggly in was when Techno began to focus more on his forever family that he started. This was the baby you made to together with love, you’ll both watch him grow old and do the things he loves, grow as a human and explore the world and start a family of his own. This was his son. Parenting wasn’t so easy but Techno would trade the world just to stay in this moment forever. Of course occasionally the two of you were so worn out that Phil had to step in at times and give the two of you a well deserved break. Speaking of Phil, he was on cloud nine the moment you went into labor, of course he contained himself as you went through all that hard work and pain but after everything died down and the golden hour happened he saw just how much being a father fit Techno, he knew he’d be the best father, better than him for sure. Phil also cried as he held your baby. Tommy and Wilbur teased Techno SOOOO much he really said: “hold my baby rq-“ and proceeded to almost cease the two of existence. But all in all they gushed over the baby and of course Tommy pledged to be the best uncle obviously with a few cuss words in it cause that’s the ‘tommyinnit way’ but Techno quickly shut him up and would definitely not be letting Tommy babysit for as long as he lives.
The flowers will be blooming
The leaves will be turning
And snow will be falling
While we're making love
Everyone including you thought that you would only have one child and that was it. Especially after all the hours of hell you went through to bring her into the world, but with the help of Techno, Nikki, Hannah, and Puffy by your side you eventually got through it. Of course during those moments Techno grew extremely worried for you and the baby but Phil got him though it and got him to help support you, he also admired the beauty of bringing life into the world and how strong you were though it all. You thought Techno was done and satisfied with one child but it wasn’t till after Eros turned five was when one night, Techno suspiciously had Phil take Eros to sleep over at his house next door. He knew of your growing suspicions but he quickly told you that ‘He wanted to spend the night with Grampza.’ So you believed it, once you had finished your nightly routine, you had slipped into your shared bedroom with techno thinking he was asleep only to not see him in bed, suddenly the door closed behind you and you were being pinned against the door. You were met with his bare chest and looked up to see him hovering over you, being caged in by his arms, he looks down to you making you feel really small compared to his huge form, his red crimson eyes glowed a bright pastel pink, and you could feel his body heat radiating off of him. Seeing him like this and being in this position could only mean one thing, his heat. What he said caused time to freeze once again. “Do you want another baby?” He asked his voice dripped with a tone that made your knees lock and you felt your face heat up. You had been thinking about having another child but you were too shy to ask Techno not wanting him to drive away from you for your want to expand you family. The moment you said yes, the rest of the night became a daze.
And the sun will be shining
The flowers still are blooming
Then leaves will turn again
But time will be frozen for us
Once you announced your pregnancy everyone was surprised, mostly at the fact that Techno would want another kid. The baby was born and it’s a boy, Techno named him, Theseus, to which Tommy objected to naming him that because of past conflicts that happened between him and Techno. You swore that Techno was done but next thing you know 2 years later you’re giving birth to your baby girl, Amethyst, who you named.
Time will be frozen for us
Time will be frozen for us
Now here you both were. Lying in bed, enjoying being in the moment. Lying in silence, Techno woke up a few minutes after you and just lied there stroking you hair and shoulders gently as you traced random shapes on his chest. Everything was perfect.
The flowers will be blooming
The leaves will be turning
And snow will be falling
While we're making love
The quiet didn’t last long till 9 month old Amethyst began to cry from her nursery. “Mooooom, Daaaaaaad” Theseus called from his room complaining about Amethyst disturbing his sleep. You and Techno both sighed and began to start the day. Phil came over, had breakfast with you all, and he entertained Theseus and Amethyst. Tommy, Wilbur, and Fundy later came over, Tommy, Fundy, and Eros went on to build a tower, and Wilbur joined to keep an eye on the three around the afternoon Ranboo and Tubbo came over and brought Micheal along, the platonic husbands conversed with you and Techno about raising children’s md the difficulties, as Micheal and Theseus played together in the snow upon Phil’s supervision as he and Amethyst played with Phil’s crows.
And the sun will be shining
The flowers still are blooming
Then leaves will turn again
But time will be frozen for us
As you looked around the full house you realize that this was your family, not just the ones you created but the ones you’ve gone through ups and downs with for years, years of building relations ships and trust, years of slowly becoming a family no matter the differences , you all planned and vowed to be their for one another, help each other out and protect each other. This was your family and you were so lucky to be apart of it and create it.
Time will be...
Looking out the window you watched your boys and baby girl before Techno came behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist resting on your stomach. Resting his chin on top of your head you both stood there with a smile and placed your hands atop of his. “You know,” Techno spoke out to you quietly. You hummed for him to continue as you reached on hand up to feet his cheek and jawline feeling his stubbles of his facial hair. His arms tightened around you as he leaned down to reach your ear before talking in a low tune for only you to hear. “Three more devil spawns wouldn’t be so bad.” You froze before escaping his grasp and staring at your husband with horror etched onto your face. Techno laughed as he clenched his stomach as you lightly smacked his shoulder doing absolutely nothing to him and he laughed more. “Joking,” he laughs out grabbing you’re hand and pulling you in for a hug. “Maybe just one or two more at least-“
“Technoblade!”
“What???”
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lost & found // Diluc x Reader (2/3)
Word Count: ~5.0k
Notes: GN!Reader, Seelie!Reader, Diluc/Reader, includes more Mondstadt people interaction such as Klee, Albedo, and Kaeya, see why I had to split it into 3 parts now
Summary: Despite being a seelie, you and Diluc are inseparable. You aren't sure what you are or why you are here, but you know for certain you want to be wherever Diluc is through every adventure and misadventure. (And throughout it all, you get closer and closer to him.)
Alternatively: The two of you lose and find each other over and over again.
[Part 1] [Part 3]
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You are satisfied with your life as a seelie, being Diluc’s partner in vigilante justice as the Darknight Hero (though when he goes out as the Darknight Hero, you’re usually hiding underneath his coat, all cozied up) and being able to spend your days by his side. Most days you are content without the answers to the questions of your origins or why you are different because Diluc accepts you for what you are regardless, as his radar for trouble and as his trusted companion.
It is only on the days where Diluc does not speak to you, burdened by the emotions of his past, withdrawing into himself at the familiarity of solitude, that you wish you are not what you are. There is very little you can offer in terms of comfort when compared to the warm arms and reassuring kisses of another person, but you make do with what you have.
You nuzzle into the crook of his neck in a semblance of a hug, and, though it takes a few tries to have Diluc understand what you were doing, your light touches to his forehead are the kisses you bestow upon him whenever his spirits are low.
“...Thank you,” he says to you when you lightly brush onto his temple, smiling when you twirl in the air, happy to have him receive your affections with full translation. He chuckles. “Would you like me to do the same for you?”
The squeaks of surprised embarrassment that follows make him laugh, and you imagine if you could speak, you wouldn’t be able to say anything of coherence with how equally flustered and pleased you feel. You don’t want to conflate any of his gestures, but you think that Diluc’s ability to tease you is a testament to how close you have gotten, even though his remarks make you feel giddy.
(If anyone else were in the vicinity they would think to themselves how rare that they see Master Diluc laughing so easily, though this is a thought that would not have crossed your mind considering this is a Diluc you have always seen. He is more youthful, less burdened, when he is near you. Is it because you are a seelie or is it because he is not bound by expectations when you have only known him for who he is?)
His ability to understand you and his unwavering trust in you despite your inability to do many things is something that you cherish. As such, you find ways to help Diluc wherever you can: temporarily swallowing small items to bring to him, being a literal light in the dark, and caring for his well-being wherever you can. The next time Kaeya drops by the tavern, stating something about treasure hoarders, a big expedition, and something about Dragonspine, he drops off a young girl about eight years old who introduces herself as Klee, and you find yourself in a new position as a babysitter.
And you are happy to glow, squeak, and fly in different shapes to make Klee laugh. You would be lying to yourself if her laughter didn’t make you happy, but it’s in addition to the fact that Diluc can finally rely on you. The grateful glances he keeps giving you over the shoulder when he caters to the tavern guests is invigorating. And if the tavern weren’t so well-lit, Klee would be able to see how you glow brighter in response to your emotions.
As perfect as Diluc may be (no, you are not biased), you find that you are surprisingly better at handling Klee. It’s not as though Diluc is completely helpless-- he responds to Klee’s questions just fine, speaking to her more as though she were an adult than a kid. You think Klee likes it for how she eagerly nods despite not understanding what Diluc is saying. It's just, for once, you may have an advantage because you are a seelie, and Klee absolutely adores you simply for existing. It’s a lot easier to entertain and play with her as a glowing ball of light than as a tavern-keeper, but you consider this a win anyways because you can finally help Diluc in a way that matters, considering the look of relief he shoots you when you’re able to distract her.
Your role as a babysitter goes well… until it doesn’t.
"It was nice playing with you, little seelie!" Klee chimes cheerfully. You coo at her, right up till the point she says, "Let's play another time, okay?"
Where are you going? You squeak, flying in front of Klee as she packs up her things. You nervously look at Diluc, hoping he can see you with how you flash your light like a siren, but his back is turned.
Klee only giggles. "Do you want to come with me too? Let's go!" She says, bounding out the door with terrifying timing when everyone's too distracted to stop her. You watch with growing horror as she runs with arms outstretched into the streets of Mondstadt, and you only have a split second to decide to follow after her before losing her completely. (In retrospect, perhaps it would have been better to tell Diluc, considering how little you could do as a seelie, but you forget that at times, especially in moments like these.)
You follow Klee, glancing around nervously for any roaming hilichurl or abyss mage. Miraculously, the two of you don't run into any enemies, though you did urge her to go around the path when you spot a few of them walking toward you. This is out of my pay grade, you think warily, and if you had a heart still, it would be beating rapidly with the self-contained panic every time you narrowly miss a confrontation with an unsavory crowd.
When Klee leads you into Dragonspine, which you now know to be a snowy terrain whose chill is cold enough to make you shiver, you want to cry. Where are you going? You want to ask, Why are we here? You watch as Klee picks a random direction to go in, and you can only follow her, twirling around sources of heat at every opportunity so that she knows where she can stay warm.
Having Diluc here would be nice, you think, as you float next to the orange seelie that radiates warmth much like a campfire. The fires Diluc would light easily if he were here, the warmth he would exude for how hot pyro users run... You think warily that you're going to make him worry again, having disappeared with Klee, but for some reason, you feel reassured that he'll find you again eventually.
It is many minutes traveling in Dragonspine when Klee puts a finger to her lip and asks you, "Do you think you can find my big brother?"
Here you are, following Klee this entire time, only to find out you are both lost. Next time, you think to yourself, as Klee describes her big brother Albedo and you quietly listen, no matter how Diluc looks at you, you don't think you can ever accept being a babysitter ever again.
(When you're attacked by hilichurls, you think of distracting them as Klee runs to safety, but then she throws literal explosives at them to defeat them soundly and you think that at least there is one less thing to worry about.)
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You let your instinct take the lead this time, as something within you pulls in a certain direction. Asides from the basic investigative skills (footsteps here, disturbed bush there), it is a miracle that you lead Klee to the encampment that Albedo had set up for his experiments in Dragonspine. It's not as though the path was particularly hard to traverse, but it did take some backtracking and maneuvering around Fatui camps (will Diluc end up fighting them looking for you, you wonder). You breathe a sigh of relief when you see Klee leap up to hug the blond, doe-eyed alchemist whose eyes widen at her arrival.
“Kl-Klee? How did you get here?” Albedo stammers, looking over her before landing on you. You simply twirl in the air in greeting, and the alchemist can only blink. (You never realize this, but this is one of the very rare moments Albedo is ever flustered-- courtesy of Klee.)
Klee goes on a long monologue about you as well as the adventure to get here, Albedo nodding in understanding ever so often, when you hear the crunch of snow behind you. Your mood lifts along with your body as you recognize the familiar tuft of red hair against the whitest of snow.
“There you are,” Diluc says, setting down his broadsword. He sounds out-of-breath, most likely weary from the fact the two of you disappeared and from the climb to get to Dragonspine. You glow immediately from his evident relief, and you race to him, nuzzling into his neck in an affectionate hug to which he immediately responds by brushing the back of his gloved hand onto you.
How did you find me again? You ask, easily sitting on the hand Diluc offers you.
“Kaeya told me that Albedo was in Dragonspine,” he explains. “Knowing Klee, this was the first place I thought to go to, and I know you wouldn’t let yourself split off from her.”
You nod sagely, though that line of thought would have made sense to anyone who generally knew Mondstadt geography. You look up at Diluc in confusion when he pets you.
“I would have found you anyway,” he says softly, “even if you weren’t together.” You feel yourself grow warm. “I’ll always find a way to find you.”
(Even in this snow? You wonder, even in this frigid wonderland? Through the driest of deserts and coldest of oceans? And you can imagine that if you had asked him this, he would have said ‘yes,’ though that was just what you hoped.)
You coo softly, flying up to gently press your face to his cheek in a gentle kiss, and the smile that Diluc gives you, you think, should be warm enough to melt even the snow on Dragonspine.
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When the wind grows harsh in the changing of times, you find flowers of blue and white hidden amongst the fields of grass. And when Stormterror abandons his domain, you lead Diluc to a red, crystalline teardrop that neither of you can touch without protection. You thank the stars Diluc is not a man to shy away from danger, especially when it pertains to the safety of Mondstadt, because he follows you wherever you lead him-- finding teardrop after teardrop scattered across lands festered with monsters.
(“It’s a well-kept secret, despite the way he acts,” Diluc says, leaning on his propped-up arm by the fireplace. He huffs in laughter when you trill-- my lips are sealed!-- and the two of you would watch the embers slowly die out. )
It has become more and more evident as time goes on that you are more than you appear. Your small size and dedication to following Diluc are already indicative of your unique nature as a seelie. What makes you particularly distinct is your penchant to find things or people that many would consider strange. Even before you found these objects, being able to find the elusive Venti would be indicative enough. You don't know what was so strange of him besides his eternally youthful appearance and talent of disappearing into the wind (you thought that was just what people could do, okay?) until Diluc tells you of his godly origins one late night in the winery.
Your proclivity for the unique is something that does not go unnoticed by Albedo.
“I would greatly appreciate being able to tag along on your next journey. I’m very interested in seeing what you, as a seelie, can do,” Albedo tells you. When you meekly titter in Diluc’s direction, Albedo raises his hands reassuringly. “Ah. Don’t be nervous. It’s quite alright if you don’t lead us to anything. It’s all part of the process. Klee has told me much of what you can do, and I’m simply interested in learning more about you, as special as you are.”
Diluc looks to you, waiting for your response as you float in the air, pondering. You cock your head to the side, and he only shrugs, answering the nonverbal question you shoot at him.
“You’re the guide. It’s up to you,” he says, and that is all you need to look back at Albedo (who has been observing everything thus far with keen eyes) and bob yourself up and down in agreement.
“We can meet at Windrise in one week’s time,” Diluc says to Albedo.
Albedo nods, taking one last look at you before pushing himself off the tavern stool, ending the conversation until next week-- that is if Kaeya were not there.
“You aren’t planning to go on an adventure without me, are you?” He says, and Diluc can only sigh.
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The week passes quickly and the four of you (Diluc reluctantly allowing Kaeya to accompany the three of you) meet up at the Statue of the Seven near Windrise. You prove yourself once again when you lead Diluc, Kaeya, and Albedo on an off-trail route to Daudapa Gorge. They all follow you, climbing up the cliffside, until you lead them to an unusual hilichurl of blue hair and a talisman on its mask. To keep with the consistency of your battle-filled wanderlust, the unusual hilichurl starts throwing items-- some of which you can recognize from your previous(?) life and some of which you’ve never even seen before. The barrage of things is incessant until fire, ice, and bursting flowers make him escape into his suitcase, leaving behind strange four-pointed stars that glimmer for a moment before disappearing, much to Albedo’s disappointment.
The silence that follows after the oddest encounter you have ever led Diluc to is deafening. You can’t even bear to turn your body to face Diluc who you know is looking at you with a (fondly) exasperated expression. “Trying to outdo yourself every week, aren’t you?” He asks, and if you could, you know that you would be blushing.
Kaeya makes it a point to make your embarrassment worse, as he often likes doing. (You know Kaeya shows his affection through teasing remarks, but oh, what you wouldn’t do to be able to retort back to him once without Diluc having to come to your rescue.) “Your mini seelie finds a lot of strange things, don’t they?” He says, giving you a cat-nipped smile when you bristle and squeak. “Maybe the seelie thinks you’re strange Diluc. Maybe that’s why it follows you around--”
“Shut up, Kaeya.”
“That’ll cost you, you know.”
You watch the two bicker back and forth in a manner that is now very familiar to you, not noticing the alchemist observing you in the background.
“I’d like to test something if that’s alright with you.” Albedo suddenly says to you. “Nothing painful,” he reassures you, even though you hadn’t said a word. “I’ll simply be asking you to do your best to find Master Diluc to test a theory of mine.”
Why Diluc? You wonder.
“Why me?” Diluc repeats your thoughts. “I didn’t realize we would still be under observation after this one journey.” You think Diluc sounds testy-- in a manner that is unlike whenever Kaeya drops by his tavern and more like when fire abyss mages show up on your path. You are alarmed, unsure why you feel the tension rise despite Albedo’s unbothered demeanor.
And while Diluc would never thank Kaeya for his quick wit and way with words, you definitely would, especially when he jumps into the conversation with an easy lilt to his voice to de-escalate the situation (for once). “A-ha, worried that your time with your precious companion is being encroached upon, Master Diluc?” He teases, “Or perhaps you’re afraid you’ll be separated from your precious seelie?”
“Kaeya--”
“Your relationship with your seelie is unique, just as your seelie and its abilities are unique,” Albedo interjects before Diluc could pull out his greatsword. “I’d like to qualitatively and quantitatively define them, if possible.”  He pauses, addressing you directly. “I thought this would prove fruitful for you as well if you were ever wondering what your... purpose is, as one might say.”
How rare it is to have an opportunity like this just fall into your metaphorical hands, you think. You are interested in knowing more about yourself. It wouldn’t change much about how you want to stay with Diluc, but there is a sense of peace knowing what you can and cannot do. In Albedo, you see a man of science through-and-through (even though he evidently defies the laws of transmutation you learned from a certain anime). He sees things for what they are, always addressing you when he wants to talk to you, and recognizing that you can speak for yourself. In some ways, he is no different from Diluc, who has never demanded you to be more than what you are as his companion.
If you decide to do something, Diluc respects your decision-- which is why he only watches you quietly as you croon in agreement. You glance over at Diluc to wait for his consent as well, and he can only sigh. (You don’t know it, but he cannot say ‘no’ to you.)
“I have one condition.” When Albedo nods, Diluc continues, “We do nothing to put them in danger. Is that clear?”
“Crystal,” Albedo says immediately, and you almost miss what he says next, as distracted as you are by how Diluc comes closer to you almost protectively. “I’ll converse with you to let you know what you’ll be doing, but there should be no harm done to anyone during this experiment. How does the day after tomorrow sound?”
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Diluc heads to Dragonspine without you, for what feels to be the first time in forever. Now that you think about it, has Diluc ever been separated from you the same way you have been separated from him? Even though you’re the seelie, he’s always the one finding you-- have you ever needed to find him?
You want to be able to find Diluc as flawlessly as Diluc can do for you. You want to know, and you especially want Diluc to know that you will always be able to return to him no matter what. Succeeding in this self-given trial of yours will provide definitive proof whether or not you can. With that thought in mind as you float up the slopes of Dragonspine, you think there’s a lot more at stake after all.
You titter nervously when you find Albedo in his camp, and when he spots you, he waves you over as he prepares for the journey with you. “I told your companion to get a headstart,” he says to you. “I won’t know where he’s gone either, so it’s a double-blind experiment. Feel free to use any way you see fit to find him and I’ll follow you.”
You nod dutifully, and when he does nothing else but follow your movement with his eyes, you realize that those were the only instructions you were given. Find Diluc, you think to yourself. Should you start to conjure an image of him in your mind to guide you? That was easy enough to do: half-lidded red eyes that soften when he sees you, red hair you’ve dazed off in more than once, black coat he’s used to shield you from the weather despite your immunity to it, and black boots that are worn to the heel when he follows you.
You are only a few steps away from the camp when you feel a growing panic, for no matter how much you think of Diluc, you don’t feel anything telling you where to go.
When you guide Diluc, even if it’s an impromptu journey, you feel a pull to go somewhere. You’ve once thought it to be your whims but after finding so many other things on purpose and having that same familiar pull, you know that it isn’t just your curiosity guiding you. You conjure up his image, you think of how much you want to find him, and still-- nothing.
How are you going to find him now?
You follow those footsteps, with not much else to go on, and you hope with all your might that perhaps these are the only signs you need to find him. When you reach a snowstorm, your heart falls, only to see that the heat source midst of the snowstorm has been activated. In a place with newly fallen snow and no fireplace, you see a tree with the snow shaken off from its lower branches, and that's when you realize that these are clues that Diluc has left for you.
You look frantically around, following the most likely path he would have taken out, and are met with crossroads. You're tempted to choose a random road and stick with it, but your random choices and the instincts you have been using this entire time are not the same. If you could, you would grunt in frustration, but it comes out as a high-pitched squeal instead (that Albedo takes note of just in case). How were you supposed to-- and then you see footsteps clear as day around the bend of rocks and realize it's Diluc’s.
Does he know, you wonder, that you do not know how to find him? Or did he leave these signs regardless just to make sure you do?
Diluc wants you to find him-- and you find it hard to explain why that means so much to you.
You follow the footsteps, the snow, the branches, and the flames with growing anticipation to see that bright tuft of hair amidst the whitest snow you've ever seen. You're led into an icy opening where heat sources have been activated, and it's hard to contain your excitement when you notice that all of them are activated. You're so close to him; you can feel it.
You rush to the center, hoping to see Diluc-- only to see a gaping chasm where the ice broke, and your heart freezes over.
"Ruin guards," Albedo murmurs, taking note the same time you do that there are various irreparable ruin guards within the hole. If Albedo says anything, if anyone else shows up afterward, you do not notice. The only thing in your mind was the worst-case scenario: Diluc might be hurt, and you didn't know how to find him.
You jet off into the chasm, flying from corner to corner to find him. Every time you see a gleam of red, you desperately hope it is him, but it's just shards of scarlet quartz Diluc must have broken to keep himself warm. Follow it, you think, follow the trail-- quickly!
The path leads to a waterfall where enemies are littered on the ground, including an ice lawachurl right in the river's path. Diluc, you think, following the line of arrows up the snowy hill. You fly up and up and up and as the footsteps fade and you grow colder, you think chillingly that if you were cold, then--
What would you do if he got hurt? What would you do if you could never find him ever again?
No! You think, no, no! Your barely contained composure breaks again with the rising panic. You zip forward, searching for the nearest heat source and praying (to Barbatos, perhaps, or any other god out there that Diluc has yet to tell you-- that he promised to tell you about) that Diluc is there. In the face of your great love for Diluc and the helplessness that comes with it, you have never felt so lost.
Overlooking a tree, you spot an orange seelie-- a heat seelie!-- and speed to it where it slowly looks in your direction. Can you please, you begin desperately, help me find someone? He must have come here before. Red hair, black clothes, big sword? You spot another looking your way and you ask it the same thing. You attract another and you repeat yourself again.
Please, you tell them, I need to find him.
Slowly but steadily, they all look in one direction, and you are off at once. (You forget to say thank-you; you're normally better than that, but you hope the seelies can forgive you just this once.) You fly as fast as you can, begging whoever is listening that the seelies did not mistake someone else for Diluc. And when you see Diluc at the campsite, you finally can breathe again.
Unharmed, his head in a towel to dry off his wet hair, Diluc is fine. You can barely believe what you’re seeing as you numbly float to him, checking him from head to toe for any injuries you can perceive. You don't feel as though you're doing that well of a job though, considering the only thing running through your head that he was safe and what would you have done if he wasn't--
Before you reach him Diluc turns his head to you like clockwork, as if he always knows when you are here. (There are those red eyes again, you think, and wonder if his affection for you will ever run out.)
“Ah, there you are,” he says, almost as frantically as you felt finding him. “I was about to go look for you since you weren't with Albedo." He gives you a smile when you slowly approach him. "I was worried," he says, "I--" He freezes in the middle of his sentence, eyes widening before slowly softening with every passing moment watching you. “Hey,” he says tenderly, raising his hands to cup you close to him. “It’s okay. I’m fine; I’m here.”
If Diluc ever doubted how much you cared for him, he does not have to look any further than the tears that drop down your translucent body, disappearing before they fall off of you. You don’t understand how you can cry, considering what you are (and the lack of tear ducts), but you do anyways, ears drooping as all your worries, concerns, and relief manifest into tears.
I’m so glad you’re okay! Your trills and squeaks are nothing more than hiccups in-between tears. I’m sorry I couldn’t find you earlier!
And Diluc does his best to wipe away the droplets that come from where your eyes would be as he continues to soothe you through them. “You found me,” he says, voice warm like the hands he holds you in. You don't have the strength in you to tell him otherwise when he repeats it to you again and makes you believe it. “You found me.”  
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You spend the next half-hour or so with Sucrose who calms you down a great amount. Her genuine eagerness for alchemy combined with her shy, nervous demeanor is something that endears her to you quickly, especially when she is trying her best to make you feel better by rambling about her latest experiments.
With the worry for Diluc gone, you feel reaffirmed in your relationship with him. You are sad and will be for a while, that you do not have the talent to find Diluc whenever you can, but you are reassured by your determination to do so despite it.
Getting lost and being found again-- it seems as though that’s the cycle the two of you have started together.
“I apologize for causing you distress.” You perk up from your position above the alchemy table when Albedo walks back to you after a brief conversation with Diluc over the bubbling mechanisms on the table.
“Dragonspine is still an unpredictable terrain and I had not taken into consideration that there would be problems using this area as our testing ground,” Albedo says with a twinge of regret. You can understand him well enough to know that he truly did not intend for the day to be so emotional, so you squeak in response and fly in a loop. He looks relieved when you do, and you think for a brief moment that perhaps he isn’t so hard to read after all.
“Though the procedure was… unexpected, I hope you learned more about yourself as I have.” He waits as you eagerly nod in agreement, and you see him briefly hesitate. “...There’s a type of loneliness in being different. I’m sure you know this very well,” he says quietly as you float. “If you wish to learn more about what you are, feel free to visit any time. I will be happy to help.” The smile he gives you is partly fond as it is lonely, and you can only fly up to gently bump your head against his in response. “Until next time then,” he says with a tone of finality. “Perhaps when your companion isn’t so protective over you.” (Which is unlikely, Albedo thinks, but not impossible.)  
Until next time, you say, watching as Albedo walks away into the snowy terrain. You spot Diluc, hands crossed as always as he leans against the darkened bark in a manner that is so reminiscent of the first time you found him. You feel oddly nostalgic as he watches you intently. Then, you do a somersault, and, going full circle, he smiles at you.
“Let’s go home,” he says to you, and you follow him, just as you did in the very beginning when you found him.
(If there is anything that the two of you could conclude at the end of this, it is the confirmed knowledge that the two of you would go till the ends of Teyvat to find each other again.)
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A contract of love
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Warning: Angst to Comfort
The scariest thing in the world has always been the moment you realize that you have started forgetting the small moments that were so dear to you. Unfortunately, Zhongli was rather used to this phenomenon, being a 6000 year old God. Erosion is unforgiving even for the strongest and Zhongli's prayers for never forgetting her ended up unanswered.
It was one of those days when he sat alone at Jueyun Karst drinking Osmanthus Wine when he found out that all he remembered of Guizhong were those few fleeting moments, those times when she smiled at him and the glaze lilies bloomed oh so brightly. Yet, he couldn't seem to remember the feeling of happiness that was brought within him from that smile. He remembered those times they shared the same wine together at the same place he was sitting at, yet he couldn't feel the joy that pierced his heart.
A contract was the most important thing to the God of contracts and yet, he regretting making the contract of loving Guizhong till the end of time with himself. All these years, the memory of that happiness he shared with her kept him content with life and now he was only left with the despair. He was only left with the curse of loving her forever without being able to feel the happiness love brings.
"Why do you believe that you can't love someone else at the same time?" the traveller's voice came as a blessing. You were unique indeed, a lonely existence from another world searching for someone who wished not to be found. An immortal being, so much alike him. Why indeed? His contract was to love Guizhong forever, not to never love anyone else.
While your voice didn't make the glaze lilies bloom, while you were way too shabby, way too childish with that little fairy by your side, you brought happiness everywhere you went. Your smile made his heart pound. The way you skipped about killing monsters and saving lives made him proud. Proud to be someone important to you. The feeling was almost nostalgic, almost the same way he felt for Guizhong yet there was something different, something he couldn't recall.
Yet, he lived thousands of years after all. A man as wise as he could tell it was love. While he was cursed with the eternal melancholic love that Guizhong left him with, he was also blessed with the blinding joy his love for you brought. Once again, he wouldn't think twice before making a contact with himself to love you forever as well.
A/N: I suddenly had a random creative burst and here's a fanfic for y'all. No promises about writing more though.
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