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The Prince and the Elk

Don't worry, the beginning confuses me too and I'm the one who wrote it

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Princess Mononoke Ashitaka x Emishi outcast!reader

Y/n cried out as her red elk slipped on the rocky edge of the mountain path.

“Fekul!”

Fekul wobbled under the weight of Y/n’s pack and she quickly grabbed it off her elk’s back, setting it on the ground beside her.

“Are you okay, boy?” She asked softly. She bent down to examine Fekul’s leg, seeing that he had twisted his ankle, but at least his hooves seemed alright. “Okay. We’ll find a place to rest soon. I’ll carry everything for now.”

Y/n picked up her bag and slung the strap over her shoulder before taking her elk’s lead in her hand and guiding him slowly along the road.

They walked for what felt like hours down the barren mountainside road, littered with even more rock that Y/n had to kick out of Fekul’s way. After a long while, what appeared to be a mining town appeared on the horizon, large and seated at a turn in the road, a large wooden portcullis closing it to the world outside its walls.

“That looks like a place we can rest,” Y/n thought aloud. She looked to her elk. “Do you think they’ll let us in?”

She picked up the pace as much as she could with Fekul’s injury. When she arrived at the gate, she noticed men guarding the town entrance from a parapet above it.

“Excuse me!” She called to them loudly. “My companion is injured and we need a place to stay the night! Please, can you let us in to rest?”

The men leaned in towards each other, whispering something that Y/n couldn’t hear.

“Sure,” one of them said. “We actually have an expert on red elk here, maybe he can patch up your companion!”

“Really? That would be great!” Y/n responded excitedly. She pulled Fekul back a few steps as the gate was opened. “Thank you very much!”

Once the gate was open, she pulled Fekul inside with her to get him out of the way of the closing gate.

“Follow me,” the man from before said, rushing to get down from the parapet. “I’ll take you to him, he hangs out with the animals every evening.”

“The animals?” Y/n repeated, dropping Fekul’s lead as he kept following her without guidance. “Um- What town am I in?”

“The recently-rebuilt Iron Town,” the man answered, stopping at the gate of a pen filled with cows and swine. Just in front of them were stables, filled with horses and one red elk. The man set a hand on his hip, looking between the two elk. “I’ve only ever seen one of them before. They’re beautiful animals.”

“I haven’t seen another one in a long time,” Y/n said, awed. She walked over to the other elk and extended a hand slowly. “Hello.”

Y/n grinned as the elk nuzzled into her hand.

“He’s not usually this comfortable around strangers,” a second person said from behind her.

Y/n turned around, expecting this new person to be the red elk expert the guard had mentioned. What she hadn’t expected was another Emishi outcast.

Both of them gasped, eyes wide as they quickly turned away, not daring to look at each other. Y/n cleared her throat awkwardly.

“Um. Sir, please tell your elk expert that my companion twisted his ankle on the road,” she said. The man looked at her, confused.

“Can’t you tell him yourself-”

“Koroku, please tell our guest she can trust me to care for Fek- For her elk,” Ashitaka answered quickly. “And tell her that if she were to meet an old friend, they’d be happy to see her.”

“Koroku, yes? Please tell your elk expert that I would be incredibly surprised to ever see any old friends,” Y/n said, awkwardly fiddling with her fingers.

“Do you two know each other?” Koroku asked.

“No,” both the Emishi said in unison.

“I’ll get to tending the guest’s elk, a twisted ankle shouldn’t be much work,” Ashitaka said, keeping his eyes on anything but Y/n as he walked over to Fekul. Koroku could hear him mumbling under his breath.

Hey, Fekul. It’s good to see you again, boy.

“If it’s not too much trouble, could you tell me where I can get something to eat?” Y/n asked Koroku.

“Oh, it’s no problem at all!” He answered cheerfully. “Though if we say you’re a friend of Ashitaka, they can’t make you pay for anything.”

Y/n closed her eyes for a moment, knowing that her next words would sting like a nettle even if her prince knew it was a lie.

“Who’s Ashitaka?” She asked. Yakul whinnied sadly, but Y/n tried to ignore him.

“Wait, do you really not know each other?” Koroku asked quizzically. “I thought you were kidding!”

“It’s complicated,” Ashitaka interrupted, a sadness in his voice he didn’t care to cover. Y/n winced at the sound. “You and Toki take care of her, alright? Yakul and I are headed into the forest late tonight to meet with San.”

“Who’s San?” Y/n asked, this time genuine.

“She’s a wolf girl who lives in the forest,” Koroku said. He shivered. “She scares me.”

“She saved you,” Ashitaka reminded, still keeping his attention on Fekul.

“Yes, but the wolf clan tried to kill us all the time before that happened,” Koroku whined. He sighed. “Well, since we’re both hungry, let’s get something to eat. I’ll just say you and Ashitaka know each other, then no one’ll have any weird suspicions like they did when he first arrived. …Except maybe Gonza.”

“Who’s Gonza?” Y/n asked, trailing after Koroku as he led her through the streets of Iron Town.

“He’s essentially Lady Eboshi’s bodyguard,” Koroku said. “She’s basically the queen around here. She and San kept trying to kill each other until Ashitaka showed up.”

“Um… Did he ever tell you why he left his home?” Y/n asked, trying to pry while also dodging Emishi laws.

“Yeah, his village was attacked by a giant boar god who’d been turned into a demon from one of Lady Eboshi’s iron bullets,” Koroku told Y/n. “It cursed his arm, so Ashitaka decided to find the source of the iron, which was here. And then… Well, it’s complicated. Lady Eboshi killed a god, and Ashitaka and San un-killed it, and now we’re all friends who don’t try to kill each other anymorrrrrr- What is in your bag?!”

Y/n turned awkwardly to look into the bag resting on her back. She smiled, seeing a kodama.

“Hello, Little One,” she said sweetly. “Were you getting lonely in there?”

“You just carry one of those things with you?!”

“Are you scared of them?” Y/n asked. “They’re spirits that sprout from plants, they’re good luck.”

“Yeah… But they creep me out,” Koroku said, shuddering. “Limping through the forbidden forest with Ashitaka while all those things stared at us and shook their heads- The nightmare still haunts me.”

“Why were you limping through a forest with Prince Ashi- With Ashi- With your elk expert?” Y/n said, catching herself. “Wait, wait- A demon boar attacked his village? What happened to the village?”

“Uh- He never said,” Koroku said, stopping in front of one of the buildings. “Me and my wife Toki live here but we all usually eat with the rest of the village.”

“Oh,” Y/n said softly. “I normally eat alone… Maybe it’ll be a nice change to eat with others.”

“This way then,” Koroku said, leading Y/n down the streets again. “Ashitaka will be joining us all after he’s done with your elk, so it shouldn’t be long- Here we are!”

Koroku ushered Y/n inside a building filled with others already eating, finding that Ashitaka was already there, too.

Both Ashitaka and Y/n glanced away from each other. She walked in awkwardly, choosing to sit back-to-back with Ashitaka so they couldn’t see each other.

“Koroku, could you please serve the guest?” Ashitaka asked. “I’d rather her not get up right now- She must be tired from walking her injured elk all day.”

“Yeah, sure,” Koroku said awkwardly, sighing. “I’m a permanent go-between, aren’t I…”

“I’m sorry to drag you into it, Koroku,” Ashitaka said, a sorrow in his voice that worried everyone else eating with them.

“Drag him into what?” One of the men asked. “Who is this outsider?”

“A ghost,” Ashitaka answered, closing his eyes for a moment before he resumed eating.

“My name is Y/n,” Y/n said, resisting the urge to turn and look at Ashitaka. “I once knew a dead man who lives here.”

“What?”

“I don’t know why they’re acting like this, but they know each other somehow,” Koroku said, shrugging.

Y/n ate in silence for a few minutes, listening to the chatter of others. She paused as a realization struck her like an Emishi stone arrow.

“Koroku, ask your elk expert why he’s following a law he can’t be punished for breaking,” she said suddenly. She heard a heavy sigh from behind her.

“Koroku, tell the guest she already knows that answer,” Ashitaka said.

“Why can’t you just talk to each other?” Koroku asked. “Why make me do all the work?”

“Koroku, if someone dies, and then another person dies, those two people are both in the land of the dead, right?” Y/n asked.

“I guess?” Koroku said awkwardly.

“And the living have no way of knowing what happens in the land of the dead,” Y/n said, aiming her words at Ashitaka. “The dead don’t need to obey the laws of the living.”

“Koroku, tell her to remember who she is speaking to,” Ashitaka said firmly. Y/n bit her lip, knowing he was pulling the ‘I am royalty’ card without saying the words he meant.

“Remember who you’re speaking to,” Koroku repeated awkwardly. “Uh… Who are you to each other?”

=

“Wise woman, will you come with me to speak with the prince?” Y/n asked.

“Of course, young one,” the wise woman said, confused. “May I ask why?”

“I have an important question for the prince, and I think we’re both going to need your advice,” Y/n said. “Will you bring your prophecy stones?”

“Yes,” the wise woman said slowly. “Go speak with the prince, I’ll join you both once I’ve fetched them.”

“Thank you,” Y/n said gratefully, taking her leave of the wise woman and making her way to the central building of her small village. She walked in slowly, seeing her prince talking with Kaya.

“Y/n!” Kaya said happily, noticing her at the doorway. “What are you doing here? I thought you were working the fields today.”

“I need to speak with your brother,” Y/n said seriously. She smiled. “Don’t worry, though, the fields aren’t unattended.”

“Oh. I’ll go, then,” Kaya said, walking over to the door. “Don’t be too formal with the prince- It’s starting to get to his head.”

“Is not!” Ashitaka argued, sticking his tongue out at his sister as she left. He regained his serious composure as Y/n approached. “What do you need? You’re not usually so stern.”

“I’ve arrived with the stones,” the wise woman announced as she entered. Ashitaka’s brow furrowed.

“Why have you brought them? Is something happening?” He asked. Y/n walked over to the floor in front of him and sat, the wise woman joining them both on the floor a moment later.

“Every time I’m outside, the forest around the village is calling to me,” Y/n explained. “If I’m in the forest, it’s hard to come home. There’s also a little kodama who tries to follow me back to the village. I know our tribe grows smaller and weaker with every new generation, but… I want to leave.”

“You want to leave…?” Ashitaka repeated slowly. Y/n nodded. “You know that means you could never come back.”

“I know, that’s why I’m here,” Y/n said. She turned to the wise woman. “I want your advice, I want to know what the stones say, and my lord, I want your blessing to leave- The call of the forest is strong, but I don’t want to make a mistake by leaving if I shouldn’t.”

“It sounds like you’ve been thinking about this for a while,” Ashitaka noted. “This is no spur-of-the-moment whim, is it?”

“No,” Y/n agreed, shaking her head. “For the sake of our village, I want to stay. It’s my own selfishness that listens to the forest.”

“What do the stones have to say about this?” Ashitaka asked, turning his attention to the wise woman, already laying out her spread of stones, bones, and herbs.

The wise woman nodded gently to herself, tossing the stones onto her mat to read Y/n’s future. She said nothing as she examined the rocks.

“If you leave, Y/n, your future is dark,” the wise woman said, voice grim. “It is muddy, and unclear, and difficult, but there is a guiding light with you that will never abandon you as long as you live.”

“And if she doesn’t leave?” Ashitaka asked.

“The call of the forest only grows,” the wise woman stated. “Even without your blessing, she will find a way to listen and leave, but without the guiding light, she cannot find her way. The forest will swallow you whole, Y/n, your soul, life, and bones left to rot.”

Ashitaka grimaced, resting his arms on his knees as he weighed the wise woman’s words.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he admitted. “I also don’t want you to die. If I let you leave now, I at least know there’s a guiding light with you.”

“What is the guiding light?” Y/n asked the wise woman curiously. “Do the stones know, or is it a mystery for us all?”

“It is the little kodama, begging for your company,” the wise woman answered.

“A kodama?” The prince repeated. “Well, I at least know a kodama won’t let you die in the forest. Y/n, if you leave tonight, you can never return. Are you sure this is what you want?”

Y/n nodded.

“Yes, Prince Ashitaka,” she said seriously. “Though I know it’s selfish.”

The prince sighed, glancing at the wise woman.

“Cut your hair and go, then,” he said softly. “We’ll miss you.”

“Y/n,” the wise woman began, “follow the kodama to the tree he calls mother and take a cutting from its branches. Carry it with you, and your guide can follow you anywhere, even into the most barren desert.”

“Thank you,” Y/n said, standing up and walking over to the altar. She picked up the knife that lay on it and reached up with both hands, cutting the tightly-wound bun from her head. She set down both the knife and hair and walked towards the door, her breathing nervous.

“From this moment forward, Y/n, you’re dead to us,” Ashitaka reminded her, watching as she nodded silently and disappeared through the door into the evening.

=

“Who are you to each other?” Koroku asked. Both of them paused before speaking, once again answering in unison.

“Dead,” replied both the Emishi.

“You’re dead to each other?” Koroku repeated. “Huh. I guess that… Sort of explains things.”

Y/n stared down at her bowl for a moment.

“I apologize, but I’ve lost my appetite,” she said quietly. “I’m going to go check on Fekul.”

She stood, leaving her food on the floor next to Ashitaka, and left quickly, making her way back to the stables.

“Who is she really?” Koroku asked, wondering if Ashitaka might answer less vaguely now that Y/n was gone.

“A ghost from my past,” Ashitaka answered, still cryptic with his words. “She died a year ago. We were never meant to reunite.”

“Well, after all that, I have questions about who you are, too,” Koroku said slowly. “We know you’re a good person, ‘specially since you saved me, but we don’t really know you, do we?”

A few of the other men agreed awkwardly.

“You deserve to know me, and I wish I could tell you about my past,” Ashitaka said. “But if you knew who I was, I’d have to kill you.”

“Okay! No more questions,” Koroku said quickly.

Ashitaka finished his food quickly, using Y/n’s injured elk as a scapegoat to leave. He walked slowly through the streets of Iron Town, reminiscing about his home. He’d been preoccupied since he left, first determined to find the source of the iron ball, then to lift his curse, then to stop all the fighting, then to rebuild Iron Town- He hadn’t stopped to think about home.

Y/n, however, was a much more sentimental person than him, and she hadn’t been as busy as him. Ashitaka supposed she spent a lot more time thinking about home and what she’d left behind. Neither of them had expected to see each other again. As he’d told everyone at dinner, she died a year ago and remained only as a ghost. Still, it had hurt when she’d pretended not to know him.

Being dead was turning out to be more difficult than he’d anticipated.

As he’d expected, Y/n was asleep when he reached the stables. She’d always been one to go to bed directly after eating, never really doing anything in the evening.

She was on the ground next to Fekul, curled up in the fetal position. Ashitaka watched as a kodama sat on her bag, playing with a branch that had clearly been inside it moments ago.

“Hello,” Ashitaka said, crouching down to the kodama’s height. “You must be the light in her life. Thank you for watching over her, Little One.”

Ashitaka stood, walking over to Yakul. The kodama looked up at them curiously as Ashitaka mounted his elk, both of them trotting off into the night to meet with San.

=

“You’re making a big deal of it,” Kaya scolded. “Just ask her! You don’t need a prelude, I’m sure she’d be honored.”

“It doesn’t feel right, though,” Ashitaka argued. “I can’t ask her to marry me out of the blue, she doesn’t even know that-”

“Then tell her you’re in love with her,” Kaya said. “If you tell her, then it won’t be so surprising. I don’t think it matters, though. You’re the prince, it would be a huge honor to marry you, and also, Y/n thinks you’re great. I’m sure she’d- Y/n! You’re here? I thought you were working the fields today.”

“I need to speak with your brother,” Y/n said seriously. Kaya shared a glance with her brother before rushing to leave.

“I’ll just go,” she said, smiling. “Don’t be too formal with the prince, though, it’s really starting to get to him.”

“No, it’s not!” Ashitaka argued, making a face at his sister as she left. He looked up at Y/n from his spot on the floor, words catching in his throat like they always did around her. “You’re not usually so stern, Y/n, is something the matter?”

“I’m here, Y/n,” said the wise woman, entering the room. She and Y/n both walked over to the prince and sat down. “I’ve brought the stones like you asked.”

“Y/n…?” Ashitaka asked, confused.

“Whenever I go outside, the forest surrounding the village calls to me,” Y/n admitted nervously. “When I’m in the forest, it calls even louder. There’s even a little kodama who tries to follow me home. I know our tribe grows small and weak with every new generation, but… I want to leave.”

“…Leave the village?” Ashitaka asked slowly. He watched Y/n nod smally. “You know that would mean you can never come back.”

The prince’s heart sank at the very thought.

Y/n nodded again.

“That’s why I’m here,” she said. “I want advice. I don’t want to make a mistake by leaving, even if the forest is calling to me.”

“You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” Ashitaka asked lowly, realizing by the way she was talking about it that Y/n had been stewing in these thoughts for quite some time.

“I have,” Y/n admitted. “For the sake of the village, I want to stay. It’s my own selfishness that listens to the forest.”

Ashitaka turned to the wise woman, looking at him with a knowing look.

“What do the stones have to say about this?” He asked.

He and Y/n both watched as the wise woman tossed her stones on the mat, reading them silently and leaving Ashitaka in suspense.

“If you leave, Y/n, your future is unclear,” the wise woman said. “Dark and difficult, I can tell, but unclear. However, there is a light to guide you through the darkness.”

“What if she doesn’t leave?” Ashitaka asked, hoping Y/n would have a better future staying in the village.

“The call of the forest will only grow, and Y/n will find a way to listen,” the wise woman prophecized. “Even without your blessing, she will leave, but without a guiding light in darkness, Y/n, the forest will swallow you whole, soul, life, and bones left to rot.”

Ashitaka grimaced, the thought of Y/n dying far worse than the thought of her leaving. He leaned onto his knees, deep in thought as he weighed the wise woman’s words.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he admitted quietly. “But I also don’t want you to die. If I let you leave now, I at least know there’s a guiding light to keep the forest from killing you.”

“What is the guiding light?” Y/n asked curiously, looking at the wise woman. “Do the stones know?”

“It is the little kodama, begging for your company,'' the wise woman answered. A soft smile crossed Y/n’s features.

“I’ve been calling him Little One,” she said quietly. The smile fell from her face, her expression turning serious again. “The kodama are trustworthy guides in a forest, I suppose.”

“That’s true,” Ashitaka agreed. He thought back to his conversation with Kaya- If he had professed his love earlier, would Y/n still try to leave the village, or would he have been enough for her to stay? “If you go, Y/n, you can never come home. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes, Prince Ashitaka,” she said seriously. “Though I know it’s selfish of me.

The prince sighed, glancing at the wise woman. He’d asked her earlier in the day if she’d read her stones for him after sunset. He wanted more advice about his love life, but it seemed that he wouldn’t be needing advice anymore.

“Cut your hair and go, then,” he said softly, deciding that letting her leave was better than keeping her in the village only for her to leave unprepared and die in the forest. “…I’ll miss you.”

“Y/n. Follow the kodama to the tree it calls mother,” the wise woman advised. “Take a cutting from its branches and carry it with you always and Little One can go with you anywhere- Even to the most barren deserts.”

“Thank you,” Y/n said, slowly standing up and making her way to the altar. She picked up a knife and closed her eyes as she used it to saw off her Emishi bun. She set down both the knife and hair and walked towards the door, both nervous and excited.

“From this moment forward, Y/n, you are dead to us,” Ashitaka said formally. He almost heard his own heart break at the words, and Y/n just nodded silently before disappearing through the door into the evening.

“Some decisions are difficult,” the wise woman said quietly, gathering up her stones, bones, and herbs. “And so is love, my prince.”

“I should’ve known she was anxious about something,” Ashitaka stated plainly. “She usually sleeps early, but something’s been keeping her awake at night. …Will she be alright out there?”

“The stones don’t know everything, Prince Ashitaka, so we can only hope,” the wise woman answered. “Will you be alright here?”

“I have to be,” Ashitaka said stiffly.

=

“This forest is older than it seems,” Y/n noted, riding Fekul through a budding forest, Little One sitting in her lap. “Beautiful though. I wonder if- Oh?”

Y/n watched curiously as Little One stood up, climbing to sit on Fekul’s head. He pointed a bit to the left, looking up at Y/n. In her year traveling, she’d learned quite a bit about spirits from Little One, and she knew better than to ignore the kodama.

“Lead the way, my guide,” she said, tugging Fekul’s lead and following Little One’s directions.

They trotted through the fields in silence for a while before reaching a shallow pool. Little One stood excitedly, pointing to a small island in the water. He lifted his hands to Y/n, begging wordlessly to be picked up.

“Okay,” she said, sliding off of Fekul’s back and putting the kodama on her shoulder. She kept Fekul’s lead in her hand as she approached the island. “…Little One, this place is sacred. I don’t know if we can walk here.”

Little One tilted his head, rattling enthusiastically at Y/n in encouragement. Y/n understood each rattle as a word, and she turned to look at Little One with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re sure?” She asked. The kodama just pointed at the island again and Y/n sighed. “Okay.”

She took Little One off of her shoulder and set him on Fekul while she rummaged around in the bag slung around her elk for the branch she always carried with her. Per the kodama’s instructions, she stuck it in the water of the pond, soaking it thoroughly in what Little One had confirmed as sacred water around a sacred island.

“Wait- There’s a human,” San whispered harshly, ducking behind a mossy fallen log, a remnant of the old forest. She pulled Ashitaka with her, hiding them both. In sync, they peered around the log to see a girl taking the lead off of a red elk. She removed the bag as well, letting it drop into the water. “She has a red elk like you.”

Ashitaka was silent, watching Y/n intently and straining to listen though she wasn’t close.

“You can go, Fekul,” she said softly. “I have all I need.”

Fekul didn’t move, choosing to stay near Y/n as she let Little One lead her to the island.

San’s brow furrowed.

“What is that kodama doing with her?”

They watched as Y/n handed the wet branch to Little One, gesturing for her to lay down. She turned and sat at the edge as Little One planted the branch awkwardly in the dirt.

Though it was a whisper, her voice carried perfectly to Ashitaka.

“The forest is calling me home.”

He saw her chest heave with a deep breath even from a distance, and panic surged through him as he watched Little One start walking away from her.

Throwing the laws of the living to the wind, he left his hiding spot behind the log and ran towards Y/n.

“What are you doing?!” He cried angrily, splashing through the pond as he made a beeline for Little One. He grabbed the kodama with both hands, carrying him to Fekul and setting him down on the elk’s back. “I’ll talk with you in a minute.”

“A ghost shouldn’t interfere with the plans of the spirits,” Y/n said, laying herself down on soft grass.

“This spirit is different,” Ashitaka argued. “Little One is meant to protect you, not lead you to die.”

“No,” Y/n said, staring up at her prince from the ground. “He’s meant to be my guide through darkness, but he’s done guiding me."

“Get up,” Ashitaka said demandingly.

“I’ve been listening to the call of the forest for a year, I’m not going to start ignoring it now,” Y/n replied.

“Remember who you’re speaking with,” Ashitaka said firmly. “I told you to get up. I let you leave because I didn’t want this to happen. Get up, please.”

Y/n sat up slowly, a lonely part of her desperate to listen to her prince and be a part of her tribe once more.

“Who is this?” San asked, joining Ashitaka finally.

“A ghost,” Ashitaka said simply.

“…Looks like a normal human to me,” she said, looking Y/n up and down. “This is the Forest Spirit’s island. Why are you here?”

“My guide led me here,” Y/n answered. She turned her attention again to Ashitaka. “Why?”

Ashitaka looked at San for a quiet while before sighing, looking down at Y/n. He held out a hand to her and she took it, letting him help her stand.

“I can’t bear to lose you again,” he said, his voice dull. “A part of me died with you that night. I wanted to marry you.”

“…Really?” Y/n asked, surprised. Ashitaka ignored her in favor of scolding the kodama.

“And you,” he said firmly. “I trusted you to look after her, Little One. You were supposed to be her light in dark and unclear times, right? I didn’t think you would lead her to the death I tried to spare her from.”

“You can be angry with Little One later, my prince,” Y/n said incredulously. “But I am asking an audience with you to explain what you just said.”

“What was unclear?” Ashitaka asked, giving Little One a warning pat on the head before turning to face Y/n again. “I wanted to marry you. You wanted to leave. I wanted you to be happy, not dead, so I let you go.”

Y/n fiddled with her fingers awkwardly for a moment.

“What happened to the village after the demon boar attacked?” She asked quietly. “Is Kaya-”

“I was the only one to suffer any injury,” Ashitaka said quickly. “I assume Kaya’s replaced me.”

Y/n sighed quietly, turning to retrieve Little One’s travel branch.

“Little One, looks like you’ve still got places to guide me to,” she said, walking over to Fekul and handing the branch to her kodama. “I know you’re not one of us, but when the prince speaks, we listen, okay?”

San looked at Ashitaka, confused, as Y/n dove into the water to retrieve Fekul’s lead and her bag.

“Prince?” She repeated. “You were planning to marry her? Who is she? She’s clearly not a ghost, Ashitaka.”

“Her name is Y/n,” Ashitaka said, watching as Y/n’s head emerged from the water, Fekul’s lead between her teeth as she dragged her waterlogged bag up from the depths. “We’re both outcasts from the same village.”

“A prince is an outcast of his own village?” San asked skeptically. “How does that happen?”

“Demon boars and cursed arms, apparently,” Ashitaka said, sighing. He watched Y/n try several times to sling her bag onto Fekul’s back, failing every time from the water weight. After her third failed attempt, he joined her, his hands on hers as he helped her finally accomplish the task. “…Just like that time you couldn’t get the rice bag on the cart.”

Y/n turned around and hit his chest playfully, scowling as he had her trapped between him and Fekul.

“I was fine on my own!” She protested.

“You said that then, too,” Ashitaka said, grinning.

“…I did, didn’t I?” Y/n reminisced quietly. She sighed, letting herself fall into her prince. He caught her easily, wrapping his arms around her and she snaked hers around his waist. “I miss home.”

“I know,” Ashitaka told her. “I do too.”

“…I’m going to go,” San said bluntly. “Visit later if you need me.”

“…Sorry,” Y/n mumbled, both Emishi still holding each other close. “I made your girlfriend feel awkward.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Ashitaka muttered back. “I could never love someone more than you. A year without you felt like a lifetime.”

“I don’t want to be ghosts anymore,” Y/n admitted.

“We’ve been breaking the law for a while now,” Ashitaka reminded her. “No need to start following them again.”

“You’re warm.”

“Am I?”

“You smell like home.”

“You are home.”

“…Thank you.”

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Staring at the Campfire

More trauma dumping! Yay!

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Somehow, Bakugo and the dragon boy had managed to convince the nymphs to let them light a campfire. Eijiro had caught some fish with his bare hands while Bakugo had set up a makeshift campsite, and the two nymphs had been sitting at the edge of the stream talking amongst themselves for hours.

The stars had already come out by the time the nymphs joined the other two, barely making it in time before the last two fried fish were gone.

“You could’ve eaten more if you’d’ve shut up earlier,” Bakugo grumbled, watching the campfire spit at Fumikage, who stared at the flames, hardly blinking as he ate. Eijiro was already curled up in the grass, eyes closed and breathing even.

“We’ll be fine,” Y/n assured him. “Fumi, don’t be like that. Bakugo’ll keep the fire from touching us. Right?”

“Yeah,” Bakugo said lamely. “Somethin’ like that.”

“That is not reassuring,” Fumikage stated plainly. He finished eating quickly, eager to move farther away from the fire, now the only source of light. “Y/n.”

“Yes, Fumi?”

Fumi leaned in close so only Y/n could hear, but Bakugo ignored them, knowing their business didn’t overlap with his own.

“You are feeling something very strong and very painful,” Fumikage said worriedly. “It’s too complicated- Are you alright? What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” Y/n said, not caring to lower her voice. “These are old feelings. They don’t pain me anymore. It’s not something for you to be concerned about.”

“But Y/n-”

“Fumi,” Y/n interrupted, her voice gentle. Fumikage shut his mouth instantly, body going tense at such a kind scolding. “I’m fine. Get some sleep.”

Fumikage nodded silently, walking over to where Bakugo had spread a blanket on the ground for him. He sat down, watching Y/n carefully, but then laid back and closed his eyes. Y/n watched him, lost in her thoughts as Bakugo stood, going to the stream to wash his hands and fill a cup with water to extinguish the fire.

He returned to find Y/n staring into the fire unblinkingly, expression blank as she watched the dancing flames.

“You okay?”

“Fire can be so beautiful,” Y/n said quietly. “It’s a shame it’s so deadly. Why are pretty things so painful?”

She looked up at Bakugo from her place on the ground. They stared at each other in silence for a moment, really seeing each other for the first time. Bakugo, still stern but quiet, wary of the dark of night but accustomed to it, aware of their vulnerability alone in the wilderness, but calm. Y/n, lost in an unfamiliar world, fearful of the dragon despite her hatred, worried for her friend and already homesick.

“Gotta balance things out,” Bakugo answered, shrugging. He tossed the water onto the fire, both of them looking back to the small pile of tinder, attention torn from each other. “‘There’s no light without dark’. Forget who it was that said that, but he was right. Never would’ve thought you’d think fire is pretty. Isn’t fire the thing that killed you?”

Y/n shifted, gently patting the ground beside her. Bakugo sat slowly, unsure of what Y/n’s next move would be.

“My village was on fire,” she began. “I barely escaped with my life, ran to a nearby forest, cleaned my wounds, ate, and rested, then died from the smoke in my lungs. That’s the story you know. My home was burned.”

“‘The story I know’?” Bakugo repeated. “Is that a lie? Is there more or something?”

“Not the whole village was on fire,” Y/n explained, pursing her lips. Her gaze still lingered on the wet wood before her. “It was just a few houses at first, but it was spreading quickly. My house burned from the inside out, though. It was winter, so I’d lit a fire inside to keep us warm. My mother saw the dragon overhead from indoors, through the window, and she knocked over our little fireplace on accident while she was panicking.”

“I thought it was dragonfire that killed you,” Bakugo said.

“Well, I definitely got burned by dragonfire, too,” Y/n said. “My father told us to run while he helped my mother try to save the essentials from our house, but they never made it out.”

“‘Us’?” Bakugo repeated.

“My husband let me lead us out of the house,” Y/n continued, her eyes growing duller with every word she spoke. “I was quicker anyway, but then his hand slipped from mine while we were running. He told me not to look back, so I didn’t. I was already out of the village when I realized he hadn’t followed me. When I realized he couldn’t have. I went to the forest. I was going to take care of my daughter before washing my wounds, but she was already gone. I replanted the fruits I ate in the forest around her body. It was the one good thing I could’ve done.”

“How old was she?” Bakugo asked quietly. Y/n smiled wistfully.

“She didn’t even have a name yet,” she answered. “Ten hours at most, I think.”

“I’m so sorry,” Bakugo said. He grimaced. “Yeah. Fire’s pretty graceful sometimes. Ironic, huh?”

“Ironic,” Y/n agreed. She sighed. “I’m going to get some rest.”

“Okay,” Bakugo said, nodding. “I’m gonna keep watch for a bit, then it’s Eiji’s turn, unless you trust Fumikage more- Well, unless you think it’s smarter to have Fumikage do it. I already know you trust him more.”

“The dragon can do it,” Y/n said, standing up. “Fumi needs his rest. Remembering the world outside the forest is painful, and he can feel my sorrow.”

She walked over to the blanket Bakugo had spread out for her. She looked like she was gliding again, her steps so soft against the ground that the ethereality of her not being human made itself known.

“Hey.”

Y/n just hummed in acknowledgement as she laid down.

“You’re pretty damn brave to tell me all that.”

Y/n didn’t reply, simply turning on her side to face away from him. He stared at the wet wood for a bit before speaking again.

“I know you’re awake, Eijiro.”

Eijiro sat up slowly.

“I didn’t know she had a family,” he said simply, a sympathetic twang in his voice.

“Hah? Everyone has a family, idiot,” Bakugo grumbled quietly. “People live complicated lives. Even if you don’t always realize it, everyone’s got stuff goin’ on. Strangers are just as real as friends.”

“I… I never realized,” Eijiro admitted. “I did worse things than burn villages or kill people, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” Bakugo said simply. “Go to sleep, I’ll wake you up in a few hours to switch watch with me.”

“What do you think she would’ve named her daughter?”

“I don’t fucking know, go to sleep.”

“…Katsuki, do you hate fire too?”

“No,” Bakugo answered, far too quickly. Eijiro eyed him up suspiciously. “Fire’s dangerous and you’re a reckless bastard, as both a legendary evil dragon and as your stupid self. You know I don’t hate fire.”

“Well, it’s been sounding an awful lot like you hate me,” Eijiro said. “Ever since you learned that I’m-”

“That you’re the most dangerous, heartless, beastly dragon in history?” Bakugo finished. “I know from experience, you can’t escape your past. Forgive me if I stop trusting you, but you thought you could lie to me. You’re not who you said you are.”

“You’re upset that I’ve killed people?” Eijiro asked incredulously. “You, the murderer among murderers?”

“At least I’m not a liar.”

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[suzuki-violin-school]

The Endless Field

Where is this story even going I don't know anymore

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Content: Cussing out the dragon, mentions of death (in the form of talking to the death spirit)

Y/n and Fumikage were both hesitant about leaving the forest, both pausing to look at each other when the trees began to thin and a bare field began to stretch on before them. Beyond the edge of the forest, there wasn’t a single tree in sight.

“The air tastes so different,” Y/n said softly as they left the forest. She glanced at Fumikage. “This is truly not our world anymore.”

Fumikage nodded, glancing at the shapeshifter.

“Well, ‘our world’ is the forest,” he said. “It has been for centuries now. And it’s no surprise the world outside our sanctuary is different now than it was. After all, almost everything we knew was destroyed in the Dragon War. Every forest burned, only to regrow, only to be cut down and turned to cities for the modern world. Every island drowned, becoming home to sea creatures unheard of. Every standing city burned to ash and reborn as something worse.”

“All you nymphs are weird, but you’re the weirdest,” Bakugo stated flatly. “You’re always trying to be mysterious and kooky, it’s just fucking weird.”

“I am not trying to be anything,” Fumikage said. “I simply am the way I am. If you find that odd, then that is your problem and not mine.”

“Where exactly is your adventurer friend?” Y/n asked. She glanced at the dragon with a razor-sharp stare. “How soon will we be back to the forest?”

“As the summer comes to an end, he’ll be visiting his mother, so he’ll be in the western capital,” Bakugo answered. Y/n groaned loudly.

“That’s so far,” she whined.

“I know, but the faster option is to ride Eijiro, and I don’t think you two would be okay with that,” Bakugo replied. Y/n pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes at nothing in particular.

“Yeah. We wouldn’t,” she said stiffly.

“Then we’ll be walking,” Bakugo said simply. “It’s far, and it’ll take a while, and if you’re not used to walking long distance, your feet’ll hurt.”

“…Most nymphs can float, actually,” Y/n said. “So technically, we don’t have to walk.”

“Yeah, well, you’re with us, so no one’ll believe you’re something as pure as a forest nymph,” Bakugo said. “It’s better to just act normal so people won’t be suspicious.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/n asked.

“We’re rogues, basically,” the dragon said. “Banned from several cities and known for… Well, Kats is known for destruction.”

“I wasn’t speaking to you, death-bringer,” Y/n nearly hissed.

“Please do not sully my name of death by addressing the murderer as such,” Fumikage suggested. “Death should be pure and graceful, not… Chaotic.”

“…I can’t believe you’re the Red Western Conqueror,” Bakugo said flatly. “Eiji, I grew up hearing terrifying stories about you. I’m no angel, but I can’t believe you never told me you were… That dragon.”

“I mean, I wasn’t- I’m not- Well, I never- What kinds of stories?” Eijiro asked nervously.

“Oh, you know, how you grew an extra fang every time you angered the gods, and you already had ten more than most dragons by the time you learned to breathe fire,” Bakugo said, a rasp in his voice slowly growing at the betrayal and distrust drowning him from the inside. “Stories of how you burned entire villages and knocked down mountains. Way back when I was in school, my class spent a month talking about you- Reading old diaries from survivors like whatever the fuck Fumikage was talking about and learning how to survive a dragon attack if you ever came back. I mean, you fully burned down everything in the west, almost this whole continent, and you want to act like you did nothing wrong.” 

“You went to school?” Eijiro asked, surprised.

“Not the important part of this conversation, dumbass.”

“Look, I’m sorry you guys died, okay?” Eijiro said, turning his focus to the nymphs. “A lot of people were killed by us dragons, I get that, but not all of them had their spirits preserved by Yuuga, and-”

“The king did not spare us from our deaths,” Fumikage interrupted. “He cursed us. Y/n is the best of us all; She’s forgiven him for manipulating her during her trial. …I was granted a human form, the gift of speech, and, consequently, more complex emotions, but I’m still just a crow at heart. I don’t forget things easily, and forgiveness is not in my nature.”

“How can you have complex emotions at the same time as not having complex emotions?” Bakugo asked.

“My thoughts are more coherent now than when I was a bird, so I understand more, which makes me feel more,” Fumikage said. “However, I am unnatural being as I am now. I am just a bird. The complex emotions of humans confuse me and frustrate me, and I barely understand them. Tsuyu once advised me to simply categorize them broadly and not worry about the nuances, but by far the least confusing thing I have ever felt is seething hatred for the red dragon. Rage is easy for all to understand.”

“Well… As well as that, a part of me lives within Fumi,” Y/n said. “He had eaten me, therefore we share a special bond, however demented. He feels my strongest emotions along with his own. And by far the strongest emotion I’ve ever felt is hatred for the dragon. Fumikage contains two times the mountainous rage he should be feeling. I hate you. Fumi double-hates you.”

“I’m not the same as I was back then,” Eijiro insisted. “I’m sorry you hate me, but that’s not my problem.” 

Y/n shot a sharp glare at Fumikage as he opened his beak to speak.

“Dragons are stubborn creatures,” she said, interrupting him before he had a chance to say anything. “Nothing we do will change the war criminal’s mind.”

Fumikage pouted, cursing out the dragon under his breath.

“This field is really huge, by the way,” Bakugo said, trying to ease the tension. “There’s no trees in any direction for a while. That’s not gonna kill you or anything, right?”

Y/n and Fumikage both shrugged.

“I’ve never been away from trees that long in my time as a spirit,” Y/n said. “I’ll try my best not to die, I can promise that. I’m going to revel in my immortality until the day I see this dragon dead.”

“You won’t,” Eijiro argued. Fumikage scoffed in disbelief at the dragon’s arrogance.

“You will die,” Y/n threatened, her voice sharp as knives and deadly as venom. Like a dagger dipped in poison, nearly tearing at your ears. “And it’s quite possible I’ll kill you myself. Someday.”

“You’ll get what’s coming for you,” Fumikage added. “…Someday.”

Bakugo glanced at the two nymphs, both of them fuming. He sighed heavily.

“Eijiro, I think maybe you should keep your trap shut while we’re on this trip,” he suggested. “If we pass through that shitty little cliff-side town again, I’ll pick up that muzzle we left with the princess.”

“You’re friends with a princess?” Fumikage asked skeptically.

“We’re not friends, she just pardoned me from a death sentence,” Bakugo said casually.

“Why?” Y/n asked, genuine curiosity in her voice. Bakugo scoffed, offended.

“You think nothing of me, huh?” He asked incredulously.

“Exactly,” Y/n confirmed. “I just don’t see why a princess would pardon a barbarian-murderer-criminal from a death sentence- And, if it was a sentence, doesn’t that mean she would’ve been the one to order it?”

“Politics are complicated,” Bakugo said simply. 

“Why?” Fumikage asked. 

“Well- Politics were complicated back when I was alive, too, Fumi,” Y/n explained. “I gave up understanding a long time ago.”

The group fell into a silence as they continued walking, the horizon green as ever as the field stretched on. Fumikage had taken to staring down, trying to calculate how many blades of grass he was stepping on at a time. The dragon felt awkward as ever, a feeling not helped in the slightest by the occasional glare from his travel companion. Y/n was lost in her own thoughts, reminiscing about her life before she lived in a forest as a half-dead spirit being.

The sun had begun to lower in the sky by the time anything around them had changed. The expanse of green surrounding them had seemed unending all day, and the nymphs had started to wonder if they were even going anywhere or walking in circles. A sparkle on the horizon was all they needed to perk up, finally coming across anything in their travel.

“It’s just a stream, why do you two look so excited?” Bakugo grumbled. He sighed, grimacing. “We’ll set up here for the night, then follow the stream upriver tomorrow. There’s a town up there somewhere, about a day or two of walking.”

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[suzuki-violin-school]

Live on TV 2

I couldn't come up with a better name for it. Anyway here's the sequel to Live on TV

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“So what are you gonna do now that the kid’s off to college?”

“Honestly, I have no idea,” Y/n admitted. “I was so young when I had him that I never had time to establish myself as a person, and then he took over my life, and now… I don’t know what I’m supposed to do without him.”

“His school is like two hours away,” Bakugo stated flatly. “And he promised to come visit at least once a month. Don’t start acting like he’s dead.”

“But what do I do?” Y/n asked. “I’m going to have so much free time without him here.”

“I dunno, maybe get back into some hobbies you had before Deku gave you a parasite?”

“Don’t call him a parasite.”

“He’s an organism that benefits at the expense of others,” Bakugo clarified. He smirked as Y/n raised an eyebrow at him skeptically. “Parasite. What kind of stuff did you used to do?”

“I was really into painting, but I don’t think I’d be all that great now,” Y/n said, shrugging. 

“Were you any good at it?” Bakugo asked curiously. “I mean- Not that you have to be good at shit to enjoy it.”

“I mean… I don’t like bragging,” Y/n said, suddenly shy. She gestured vaguely across the living room, in the general direction of the fireplace. “I did that one, though.”

“…The butterfly flowery thing?” Bakugo asked slowly, eyeing up the floral image hanging above the fireplace. Y/n nodded. “Shit. I thought that was a photo.”

“Yeah, I was really into realism,” Y/n said. “The landscape above my bed is me, too.”

“Damn. I thought that one was a photo, too,” Bakugo said blankly. “Sure, you’d be out of practice after however-many-years-old-the-kid-is-”

“Eighteen.”

“Bless you. Sure, you’d be out of practice after eighteen years, but if you were seriously that great, it shouldn’t be hard to get good at it again, right?” Bakugo suggested, shrugging. “Plus, you could make bank if you started selling those.”

“I don’t think I could just sell them off all willy-nilly,” Y/n said awkwardly. “And even then, I don’t know if I’d really want to monetize it… What if I fall out of love with it and have to keep going just to pay my bills?”

“You know I’ll take care of you, dummy, stop worrying about your bills all the time.”

Y/n grimaced.

“You know what I mean,” she said flatly. “Besides, I make money just fine on my own! Well, just okay on my own. Well- …Thanks.”

“I don’t need you to thank me,” Bakugo said seriously. “Get back into it, maybe sell off the first few that aren’t super great, see how it goes.”

“Why are you so intent on this?” Y/n asked. She grinned teasingly. “You wanna see me make it big time? Be a famous artist? Have my stuff shown off in museums?”

“I just think you could make good money!” Bakugo said defensively, brushing Y/n off of his shoulder and watching as she sat up in his lap, an eyebrow raised at him. “That’s the biggest worry in your life, I know that, so why not try a side hustle?”

“Really? ‘Side hustle’? I never thought I’d hear those words come out of your mouth,” Y/n said, trying not to giggle. “You’re acting all sappy and weird. What’s the ulterior motive here- And don’t say there isn’t one, there’s always an ulterior motive when you get like this.”

“What do you mean ‘when I get like this’? Are you-”

“I asked a question, Katsuki,” Y/n tutted. The playful lilt in her voice disappeared as she asked again. “What are you really trying to do here? This is more than egging me on to get back into old hobbies.”

“It’s like I said, I just think you could put some extra money to good use,” Bakugo insisted.

“What kind of ‘good use’, Katsuki? I have everything I need,” Y/n said. “I can put my son through college and still put food on my table, I don’t need a bunch of extra cash just lying around the house.”

“…But what if ‘the house’ was bigger?”

“What the hell are you talking about now?” Y/n asked exasperatedly. 

“Just imagine it,” Bakugo said, draping his arm over the back of the couch. “Cool entryway, a little bit of a loft, three bathrooms, four bedrooms- maybe you turn one into an art studio or a study or some shit, the kitchen’s a little bigger than the one you have here, and-”

“Katsuki,” Y/n interrupted, sitting up more attentively. “You’re being very specific. You were being normal about Akemi going to college, then you started acting all weird about money, and now you sound like you’re trying to sell me a house-”

“Fine!” Bakugo said suddenly. He chewed his lip as he stared into Y/n’s eyes intently- If she didn’t know him as well as she did, she would’ve been terrified. “I am, okay? I am trying to sell you a house. There’s this gorgeous place in the suburbs, it’s got a big backyard, there’s two bedrooms upstairs and two downstairs, I was thinking one for the kid, one for us, turn one into a study or whatever, the last one’s a guest room- Guest bedrooms are fancy shit, even my place doesn’t have one.”

“…Us?”

“Huh?”

“You said ‘a bedroom for us’,” Y/n said slowly. Bakugo hesitated for a moment before picking up his bravado again.

“Yeah, you got a problem with that?” He asked. “I was thinkin’ my place could be a summer home, or maybe Akemi gets it when he graduates, but if you really don’t feel like you need anything, I can probably sell it for a fair price and we’ll use that money for the new house-”

“What the fuck, Katsuki?!”

“What now, woman?”

“You- We- I- You just- What?” Y/n stumbled over her words, mouth and brain not lining up to say the words she wanted to. “You can’t just tell me- I mean, you should’ve asked- I could-”

“Woah, settle the fuck down,” Bakugo said quickly, reaching out to take Y/n’s shoulder and gently pull her against his chest. “Haven’t seen you panic like that since you thought I’d take Akemi away from you. I’m not tryna force you outta this place, or say you’re broke as shit, or that I don’t think you can make it on your own, okay? I know you’re happy where you are in life, but there’s some luxuries out there that you ignore. You and the kid deserve more than what you have. Deku started you guys off pretty shitty, but I want you to be happy. Y’know, enjoy your hobbies and have a nice house an’ shit.”

“You really want to live with me?” Y/n asked, twisting awkwardly in his lap to look him in the eyes.

“Live with you? Hell, I want to fucking marry you,” Bakugo said firmly. “I wanna fucking ruin your life with how much I wanna spoil you and buy you shit and do stuff together and help you finish raising that demon child of yours.”

Y/n tried her best to give him a scrutinizing glare at his new nickname for Akemi, but her lips were stuck in a lovesick grin and her eyes were starting to water, so she posed absolutely no threat.

“Really?”

“Of course,” Bakugo said, acting like he was talking about the most obvious thing on the planet. “I didn’t start dating you to waste time. And fuck if I’m gonna raise a kid and not try to claim it as mine.”

“You’re claiming Akemi as your own child?” Y/n asked, not sure if she should be worried.

“Hell yeah I am, Deku ain’t gonna do it!” He said defensively. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Anyway. I asked the kid a month or two ago. He said I can marry you. If you say yes, I mean.”

“Of course I will!” Y/n said quickly. She paused for a moment, looking at Bakugo scrutinizingly. “You got a ring, or…?”

“Yeah, but not with me,” he answered. “Akemi helped me pick it out. I was planning to ask you in a… Y’know, a better way than this.”

“This is the perfect way,” Y/n said, smiling softly. “And I’d love to move in together.”

“You should call the kid and let him know,” Bakugo said, letting himself smile in the calm, vulnerable space around his fiancée. “Later we can go to my place and grab the ring, and maybe I’ll re-propose after a nice dinner, yeah?”

“…I can’t believe you actually want to- I mean, I never thought the Dynamight would want to settle down with someone,” Y/n admitted somewhat awkwardly. “You’re a Hero who’s good at beating up Villains, you really don’t seem like the kind of guy to say ‘hey, let’s buy a house together and get married and raise kids together’.”

“You’ve only got one kid,” Bakugo reminded. Y/n shifted her attention to her hands, absentmindedly stroking the spot on her finger where a wedding ring would soon be sitting.

“…I’ve still got a few years before pregnancy becomes unlikely and dangerous,” she said quietly. “You know, if you want-”

“Fuck. You’re saying I could have my own little half-me, half-you disaster?!”

“Sometimes I don’t know how to talk to you,” Y/n grumbled. She smiled. “But yeah. If you want one, then sure.”

“…There go my dreams of having a guest bedroom.”

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Dragon From the West

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Content: We finally meet the barbarian's dragon!!! Death mention, war mention, fae tricksters, murder mention, blood, self-harm in the form of blood pact

The roaring of the dragon was sudden as they stepped through the archway of twisted branches, a portal between the forest and the glade.

“Oh, wow, that’s loud,” Denki noted.

“Have you never seen a dragon before?” Mina asked curiously. 

“No? I’ve only been here for, like, three years,” Denki answered.

“Really? It feels like longer,” Mina said. 

The roaring grew even louder as they walked, suddenly joined by the sound of breaking branches. Y/n shivered as they walked past a tree that had been torn from the ground. Again, Bakugo recognized the marks of a dragon’s claws slashed across the trunk. Another sudden wind blew past them, ruffling hair and trying to blow away the smallest of them.

“Mina, it would really help if you tried to take charge of the wind again!” Denki scolded. The wind died down as soon as it had started.

“I would if I could, but dragon wings are strong, Denki!” Mina argued. “I’ve been trying!”

“Stop arguing,” Y/n demanded. She gestured for the group to group to come closer, not quite hiding behind a tree but certainly not standing in plain view.

Before them was the eastern pond, half-drained though everything around them was wet. The dragon had clearly been splashing up a storm, sending water flying. Trees were knocked over and broken, and Bakugo could tell from the pained look on Y/n’s face that she could still hear their dying cries.

The ground shook as a giant red claw slammed down on the ground just a few trees ahead of them, and Denki’s face paled, his whole body going stiff.

“Holy shit. That thing is huge.”

“Most dragons are,” Mina stated flatly. She turned her attention to Bakugo as he stared at the red claw on the ground. “So?”

Bakugo sighed heavily as he recognized a particular scar on the dragon’s wrist.

“You idiots should’ve called me in sooner,” he scolded, stepping out from the trees. He walked directly up to the dragon, the nymphs watching his every move carefully. “Hey, dumbass! Down here!”

“Is he insane?!” Denki hissed. “Why’s he just calling it like that? Is that how you tame a dragon?”

“If he gets himself killed, we’re killing the forest,” Y/n said. “So that better be how you tame a dragon.”

The dragon didn’t seem agitated by the barbarian king’s call, however. The nymphs watched as the dragon bent its knees, bowing down. They watched as Bakugo looked around for a moment, but seemingly not finding whatever it was he was looking for, he shoved a finger in his mouth and bit down hard.

“Ew.”

“Yeah,” Mina agreed. “Ew.”

Bakugo held out his hand to the dragon, and Y/n watched carefully as the dragon licked his blood. Not a moment later, a bright light blinded them all, forcing their eyes closed. When they opened them again, the dragon was gone. In its place was a redheaded boy, falling onto the ground with a thud. 

Bakugo kicked the new man’s shoulder gently.

“Wake up, dumbass,” he grumbled. He looked back at the nymphs. “You can come out now, he’s done being stupid.”

The group of nymphs came out of hiding slowly, joined by Tsu and Koji who’d been hiding behind different trees across the pond.

“Oh, hey, Kats,” the boy said, voice scratchy. He sat up slowly.

“You lost control again,” Bakugo told him. The redhead’s eyes widened.

“Did I hurt anyone?!” He asked, worried.

“Yeah,” Bakugo said simply. He gestured to the destruction around them. “This was all you.”

“…Shit,” the dragon boy groaned. “Did anyone die?”

“So the dragon wasn’t even a dragon,” a clear voice rang out thoughtfully. Bakugo turned around to search for the voice, but was met only with a ball of light.

“You again,” he said dully. “Why are you here? I thought you said you’d let me go if I stop the dragon from tearing the place down.”

Once again, the bright light of the fae king died down as he took on a human form.

“I never said that,” he said, grinning mischievously. 

Bakugo sighed heavily.

“Right. Denki said it, so you’re not bound to any promise you didn’t make, goddammit,” he grumbled. “Fine. Whatever. I’ll do your stupid trial thing.”

“And you,” the king said, turning his attention to the dragon boy and ignoring Bakugo. “Stand up, shapeshifter.”

The dragon boy stared at the faerie king with wide eyes as he stood slowly.

“Hello again,” he said nervously. The king reached out suddenly, taking the shapeshifter by the chin and prying his mouth open. The dragon boy seemed to have no issue with it, resigning himself to the king’s touch.

“Hmmm… Double-fanged, ruby-red eyes,” the king mused, turning the shapeshifter’s head this way and that. He dropped his chin in favor of lifting the creature’s hand, splaying its fingers before his eyes. He scowled. “Claws coated in the blood of innocents.”

“I thought I recognized you,” Y/n said, glaring at the dragon boy with a burning rage in her eyes, fire fueled by the dying screams of her forest and a years-long grudge. “It seems like you’ve been living a good life since we last met.”

“What? You know this guy?” Denki asked, confused.

“Yeah, Eiji, you know her? You never told me you were involved with fae creatures,” Bakugo said.

“‘Its mouth had far more teeth than it should’ve. Through the fire, its red eyes shined like rubies in sunlight, though they were far more dangerous. It slashed and burned everything in its path, headed west, and I heard its growls and roars all through the night, slowly growing distant’,” Fumikage recited suddenly. “…That’s from a diary entry dating back to when Y/n was a human. The war that killed her wasn’t between human races.”

“The Dragon War?” Bakugo asked. Fumikage nodded. Bakugo turned to face the dragon boy. “Explain. Now.”

“Look, that was in a time before dragons learned how to shapeshift,” he said awkwardly. “I didn’t have the capacity for thoughts and feelings! Just rage. Pure rage. So when the other dragons started fighting each other for fun, I joined in.”

“You’re from the capital, so surely you’ve heard of the Red Western Conqueror, right?” Y/n asked darkly. Bakugo stared at the dragon boy, shocked.

“Please tell me that’s not you,” he said seriously.

“I’m not proud of it,” the shapeshifter said quietly. “That’s not who I am anymore.”

“Once a killer, always a killer, no matter the guilt,” Bakugo said. “At least own up to your murders. Don’t feign innocence when you're a monster.”

“Because that attitude worked out great for you, huh?” The dragon asked skeptically. “How many cities are we banned from again?”

“I’m dead because of you,” Y/n interrupted. “The criminal’s right. You are a monster and a murderer. Don’t pretend you’re not just because time has passed.”

“I’m sorry that you’re dead, but I’m not going to own up to actions that weren’t mine,” the shapeshifter said seriously. “I am not the same dragon anymore.”

“Look at the destruction around you,” Y/n seethed. “My trees are dead and dying because of you. Tsu’s pond is tainted because of you. Koji sent his animals away so you couldn’t hurt them. Your stupid giant wings took the very wind from Mina. This is the fault of whatever new dragon you claim you are now. It doesn’t matter how long ago you committed a crime, it will always have been committed by you. I know firsthand. All of us here do.”

“Y/n and I committed our crimes the same time of the Dragon War,” Fumikage said. “We are still being punished. How you managed to escape consequence is beyond me, dragon, for I, too, had no capacity for advanced thought or emotion.”

“…What?” Bakugo asked, confused.

“I committed my crimes as a human,” Y/n explained. “As did Tsu, Mina, Denki… Fumikage and Koji, however, were never human at all. My corpse rotted during the voyage from the willow forest here. It was only natural that a scavenger creature would eat my flesh.”

“However, by faerie laws, it’s illegal to harm someone awaiting a trial from the king,” Fumikage said. “I was just a hungry bird, but that didn’t matter. I broke a law and that’s that. It’s a shame that a mere bird is punished for eternity while a mass murderer roams free- Even if it has decided to change its ways.”

“There is only one power in this forest that I do not hold and damn do I want it right now,” Y/n grumbled to herself.

“You want to banish the creature from your home?” The king asked, needing clarification. Y/n nodded.

“I want nothing more,” she confirmed.

“Hmmm… Well, you are my favorite forest-dweller,” the king said thoughtfully, weighing his decision. “On one hand, the chaos… But a dragon is dangerous, and you are furious.”

“Look, I’ll take him out of the forest myself,” Bakugo said, interrupting the fae king’s thoughts. “No one wants him here. I can drop him off with this stupid adventurer twink I know, then I’ll come back and let you do your thing.”

“What if I say I intend to kill you, and then you never return?” The fae king asked suspiciously. Bakugo sighed.

“I’m not a coward who runs from a death sentence,” he said. “But on my honor as a fellow king, I’ll come back and let you make me pay for my sins or whatever.”

The fae king was silent for a moment before making a decision.

“Y/n, accompany the false king,” he said. “As soon as the dragon is with this ‘stupid adventurer twink’, bring the criminal back to me.”

“You’re sending Y/n off with the dragon that led to her death?!” Kaminari asked, appalled. 

“Your majesty, even I question this decision,” Tsu said softly. “This shapeshifter angers Y/n more than anything I’ve seen. He killed her mortal body, and you want her to help guide him to safety?”

“Yeah, she might disobey you and just kill him back!” Kaminari protested. 

“I’m going with her, my king,” Fumikage said suddenly. “This dragon is also at fault for my eternal preservation. We two have personal grievances to air.”

The faerie king just shrugged.

“Alright,” he said simply. “The trees and death are in my hands while you two are gone. Be sure to return, and don’t do anything stupid or unlawful.”

“Will Fumi retain his human body?” Y/n asked. The king turned to look at the death spirit. “Do you want to?” He asked. Fumikage nodded. “Then, yes. He shall.”

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Unfortunate Habit

"A quick-witted pirate always ready with a gag to lighten the mood. He's more than just a joker, though--he's also a gifted pilot, and fiercely ambitious. Indeed, he likes to talk himself up as a successor to Batu Bakugo. Has an unfortunate habit of being struck by lightning." [Ni No Kuni II: Citizen Almanac]

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Content: Ni No Kuni 2 fandomswap, khunbish!kaminari, planes and flying, lightning, not really any actual religious stuff but I do mention the old god so religion trigger warning?? Idk. Also bad words but Bakugo's there so we been knew

“How low can you dive?”

“In… Like, in water?”

“No, you stupid frog, in the canyon.”

“Hey!” Kaminari protested, cringing at Y/n’s words. “Don’t call me a frog! I don’t want to think about that!”

“Then don’t be stupid,” Y/n suggested. “Anyway. Fifty guilders I can dive lower than you.”

“What do you mean, ‘don’t be stupid’? You know that’s my defining character trait,” Kaminari bragged, flicking one of his dangly earrings and listening to the spritely wind chime noise it made.

“Yeah, and that’s not a good thing,” Y/n stated flatly.

“Uh- Well, I’m not really supposed to do any tricks for a while since I was hit again,” Kaminari admitted. “That mermaid healer and the human one and the dog one and Boss said not to fly unless absolutely necessary until the storm passes.”

“Boss told you not to fly?” Y/n asked, appalled. “Since when does Bakugo give a shit? You get hit by lightning all the time and he’s never cared before.”

Kaminari shrugged exaggeratedly. 

“How should I know? He hardly talks to me if he’s not berating me for being dumb with Sero,” he said. “Speaking of, where is Sero?”

“I think he’s in Evermore,” Y/n said. She rolled her eyes, speaking mockingly. “The Great and Marvelous Righteous King Deku called for him, I think.”

“What?! Sero left without me and I can’t fly after him?!” Kaminari wailed.

“What if I fly and you just sit behind me?” Y/n suggested. “Boss didn’t say no to that, right?”

“No, but that still counts as flying, right?” Kaminari said timidly. “Never cross the boss, he almost took my head off with his bare hands last time I did.”

“Snakes eat frogs,” Y/n stated, shrugging as she stepped out of the small home-hole they were in. She walked over to the edge of the wooden platform and just grinned at Kaminari as she jumped off.

“Oi! You- Dumb- Huh? Y/n!”

Panicked, he ran down the spiral ramp leading up to the home, racing across the clay bridge and then running down the ramp on the other side of the base. To his- not quite delight, Y/n was perfectly fine. She’d landed on top of a pile of crates and was now climbing down, brushing off Ashido who was ever in awe of the gall and audacity Y/n carried with pride.

Y/n waved him over as she walked towards all the winged crafts at the cliff just waiting to be abused in the air. The both of them froze when they noticed the boss coming down the spiral ramp next to Y/n, and Kaminari skittered close to her, staring at Bakugo who was staring right back at him. 

“And what the hell do you think you’re doing?” He asked, accusation so clear in his voice that it was drawing everyone’s attention- Not that that was entirely unusual, however.

“He’s not flying,” Y/n said quickly, cutting Kaminari off before he had a chance to speak. “We’re just going to Evermore to reunite the idiot and Sero.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes.

“Suit yourself,” he grumbled. “Don’t die, and I’m not paying the healers again if you get all fucked up, Sparky.”

“Yes, Boss,” Kaminari said dejectedly. He walked over to Y/n’s plane, dragging his feet through the dirt the whole way. “‘M not gonna get you killed.”

“Well, Sero’s come back maimed after riding with you a few times,” Y/n said. “But I’m the best flyer in this damn place, and I’ve dodged lightning before.”

“Really?! How?!”

“If I told you all my secrets, I’d never beat you in a diving contest again!” Y/n said, offended. “Get in the bird, dummy, we have a thunderstorm to get through.”

“To answer your question, pretty damn low,” Kaminari said, climbing awkwardly into Y/n’s plane, barely a different size than his own but unfamiliar nonetheless. “Knowing you, I would’ve lost the bet, but against Sero? I’m a shoe-in! Maybe even against the Boss.”

“Bakugo doesn’t do tricks,” Y/n said, grabbing the tail of her plane and pushing it closer to the cliff. “The damn Cloud Snake is too busy dealing with the Great Majesty Ruler of the World King Deku. And you’re underestimating Sero, the man’s a pretty decent flyer. He hasn’t fallen out of the air nearly as much as you.”

“No one has,” Kaminari said proudly.

“Hold on tight,” Y/n said, gripping the tail tightly in one hand as she tipped the plane off the cliff. She let herself fall with it, grabbing one of its still wings to jump around into the cockpit. She had her hands on the steering rod before Kaminari even had a chance to scream about how he was freefalling into giant wyvern-infested stalagmites.

“Why do you always do that?!” He shrieked, voice barely carrying over the loud wind as Y/n pushed the stick forward, speeding up as she rounded the god’s spine to aim the craft towards the Heartlands.

“What, have fun?” Y/n cried back, laughing at her friend’s panic.

“Most people make the wings flap before they jump off a cliff, you know!”

“Shut up, the storm’s coming up,” Y/n said seriously, pulling the steer back to slow down as clouds rolled in to hide the sun. The first few drops of rain on her nose were cold, but Kaminari seemed focused on something else.

“Get going already, lightning’ll hit you in the face if you’re just sitting here like this!”

“Wh- Well, that’s why you always get hit by lightning,” Y/n realized. “You try to outrun it, don’t you?”

“Uh, yeah!” Kaminari said, wiping rain-soaked bangs away from his eyes. “Duh!”

“That’s not how you play the game,” Y/n said, shaking her head and sending water flying from her hair as she did. She put her other hand on the steering rod, grasping it tightly with both hands. “Hold onto the sides, and if you fall out, too bad.”

Kaminari gripped the handles on the inside of the plane tightly- He knew from experience; If Y/n tells you to hold onto something, fucking do it.

Y/n had reprimanded him for trying to outrun lightning, but she herself wasn’t moving any slower either. She twisted the craft to the left harshly, rolling over in the air and barely dodging silent lightning as it struck the spot they’d just been in. Not even a second later, the ear-splitting roar of thunder rattled their heads, though Kaminari seemed used to it.

Y/n didn’t pause, though, slamming the stick full throttle at the same time she kicked the floor of the little plane, knocking the plane both down and forward as she sped up. She dived low in the canyon, looping around the rock arch in Snaketooth Ridge (lightning struck the lake as they passed over it), ducking through the ravine (lightning almost caused a landslide that would’ve crushed them), twisting through the bones of the god’s tail as the mountains faded behind them- The only reason lightning hadn’t followed them there was the lingering protection in the old god’s bones, but Kaminari was certain lightning would’ve struck His spine and His ribs would’ve collapsed around them and knocked them out of the air. 

The storm passed them by as they soared into and over the plains, and Y/n had never been so glad to be blinded by the sun's reflection on her plane’s metal.

“So, how do you get struck by lightning even when it’s sunny like this?” She asked, pulling the steer back so they weren’t going so fast they couldn’t hear each other. One hand at a time, she let go of the stick to shake rain droplets from her fingertips.

“I wish I knew,” Kaminari said, finally relaxing his grip on the plane and shrugging. He sighed, just relishing in the way the breeze tried to dry his hair. “D’you think Sero’s worried about me?”

“No,” Y/n said flatly. “You might be two halves of the same chaotic entity, but he’s still two halves of one damn good person without you. Without him, you’re just… Well, you’re a frog.”

“Stop calling me a frog!” Kaminari wailed. “It’s not like I asked for it! I never wanted to be shot in the first place, let alone turned into a stupid little amphibian trying to hop my way through the canyon!”

Y/n snorted.

“Y’know, I think the chief consul still has a bag of those froggie pills somewhere in his office…” Y/n mused, grinning. “I mean, we’re already headed to the palace of the Great Wonderful Amazing King Deku, it’s a three minute detour down one of the halls to the right-”

“No more frogs!”

“Jeez. You get turned into a frog one time and lose all sense of humor related to amphibians.”

Kaminari huffed as the kingdom of Evermore came over the horizon, domed castle waving its flags as if to welcome them.

“I wonder why the king wanted to see Sero in the first place,” Kaminari wondered aloud. “I mean, without me, he’s just another pirate.”

“Well, I’m sure the Marvelous King Deku has his reasons-”

A blinding white light flashed before their eyes, followed immediately by the loud rumble of very close thunder, then followed by a crash, burn, bang as Y/n’s plane tumbled from the sky, wings smoking, landing loudly and ungracefully amid, ironically, The Ruins.

Y/n groaned, still in the cockpit though she’d been thrown backward into Kaminari’s lap.

“…How the hell are you an actual walking -and flying- lightning rod?”

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Water Bones

This story has taken on a life of its own. I don't even know if it's a bakugo fic anymore

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Content: blood, bones, death, bakugo says a bad word in the fae forest again and gets slapped for it

Y/n trudged into the glade covered in blood, smoke and fire billowing off one arm. Her dress was slashed across the middle, marks the barbarian recognized as a dragon’s doing. She crossed the open grass quickly with long strides, followed by a quiet and hesitant Fumikage. She marched right up to the jagged log table, furious.

“I forgot just how much I hate dragons,” she seethed.

“…What the hell happened to you?” Bakugo asked, staring.

Y/n reached up to her neck and wiped away some of the blood coating her, revealing deep slashes across her throat.

“This happened,” she snarled. Bakugo grimaced, recognizing the shape of a dragon’s claws.

“And the fire?” He prodded, gesturing to Y/n’s burning arm.

“My body is one with every tree in this forest,” she explained, an angry edge to her voice disturbing everyone in the clearing. She patted out the fire on her arm, then gestured to the gashes across her middle. “This is what’s happening to my forest.”

“Fumi, what happened out there?” Mina asked worriedly, fearfully turning her attention away from Y/n.

“This dragon is bigger than the last,” Fumikage explained. “The eastern pond is almost entirely drained. Koji’s sending his animals out of the forest hoping the witch can take care of them.”

“But the witch only herds sheep!” Mina protested. Fumikage shook his head.

“Then she’ll have to learn how to raise a deer,” he said firmly. “Y/n has made a decision.”

Mina looked back at Y/n curiously, just in time to see a shining red disc appear in her side. Y/n pulled it out as quickly as it had appeared, tossing it onto the table with a loud clatter.

“That’s a dragon scale!”

Everyone turned to see Denki walking up to them, shocked.

“Indeed,” Y/n confirmed. She gestured for Fumikage to follow her and led him towards the carved tree that served as the nymphs’ home. She placed her hand on the crudely-carved door, splaying her fingers across the wood. “Fumi.”

The death spirit reached out to set his hand atop hers, but was stopped short by a quick electric shock.

“What are you doing?!” Denki cried out, running over the tree. He pushed Y/n away, leaning into the door protectively. “You do that, the whole forest goes down!”

“Y/n has made a decision,” Fumikage repeated firmly.

“Yeah, a dumb one!” Denki argued. “Why are you trying to kill the whole forest?!”

The clueless barbarian glanced at Rikido, confused, but he was met with an equally confused shrug.

“If the forest disappears, there’s nothing for the dragon to destroy,” Y/n said simply.

“We’d disappear too!” Denki nearly shrieked. His heart sank into his stomach when he realized there was no sadness behind the anger in Y/n’s eyes. “No… No way. Right? No way, Fumi, right?!”

“If we don’t exist, there’s no one for the dragon to kill,” Fumikage said.

“You’re fine with helping Y/n murder us all?!”

“I follow Y/n blindly,” Fumikage said seriously. “You’re the only one of us who doesn’t. Y/n only makes decisions that are good for us.”

“Let us kill the tree, Denki,” Y/n said softly. “I’d rather we all disappear painlessly than be mauled by this dragon.”

Denki sighed, stepping away from the tree. He caught Y/n’s wrist as she reached out again.

“The king wants you to tell me how you became a nymph,” he said seriously. Y/n’s eyes widened.

“What? Why?”

“He said you’d disappear if you lost another forest,” Denki explained. “I said I thought you could only disappear if you disobeyed him. Then he gave me the whole ‘as the youngest one, you’re stupid and clueless’ spiel.”

“You’re half right,” Y/n said quietly. “If I go against the king’s wishes, I’d be breaking a deal I made with him, and I’ll disappear.”

“You die if you break a deal?” Bakugo repeated.

“Disappear,” Mina clarified, slowly sitting down at the table next to the criminal. “We nymphs live in a sort of limbo. Not quite alive, not quite dead.”

“You’d be disobeying the king if you don’t tell me,” Denki said. “How did you become one of us?”

Y/n sighed heavily, walking over to the table slowly.

“The story of how I came to be who I am now starts a long time ago,” she began. “I’m not sure how long… Bakugo, how old is your city?”

“The western capital was founded several hundred years ago,” he said. “But I’m pretty sure it was some small village before it was ever a city.”

“Several hundred years before several hundred years ago,” Y/n said, correcting herself. She pointed to two spots on the table, fingers far apart. “This spot here is where we are now. This is the western capital. Back then, it was a willow forest.

It was the prettiest place in the world. I thought that even then, before I had a deep understanding of what makes a forest pretty. It was hundreds of years ago now, but I remember that place vividly. The trees were thick and healthy, dripping with gold-green leaves. The sun shone through the canopy warmly, the thickets were wild, the grass was as untamed as any. And, of course, it was a fae forest.”

“It sounds gorgeous,” Mina said dreamily.

“Wait, you don’t know this story either?” Denki asked, confused. Mina shook her head.

“Fumi’s the only one,” she explained. She looked at Bakugo and Rikido. “And I guess now two humans’ll know, too.”

“What’s the old willow forest have to do with you?” Bakugo asked, voice gruff though the story seemed intriguing.

“Believe it or not, outsider, I wasn’t always a nymph,” Y/n explained. “I lived near the willow forest during a time of war. I stumbled into its beauty injured and starving. Unlike you, however, I knew it was a fae forest. I asked the nymphs for blessings but received none. I didn’t want to die, but I needed to use the forest in order to keep myself alive.

I knew I’d be breaking faerie laws if I did anything without a blessing, but no matter how I begged, they gave me none. I decided the next best thing to earn my rights there was to pray, and so I did. I prayed before washing my wounds in the pond. I prayed after washing my wounds in the pond. I prayed before I picked the fruits, I prayed before eating them, I prayed after. I prayed again as I buried the pits and seeds near a weak little tree, hoping that giving the remains back to the forest would earn me some type of favor. Then I prayed before falling asleep.”

“That’s a lot of praying,” Denki noted. 

“And none of those prayers were answered,” Y/n said, nodding. “When I woke the next morning, I was in their vale. The pond spirit was washing me in their pond. She and the tree spirit of that forest were watching me closely, and I knew I was about to be punished for desecrating their forest.”

Y/n sighed again, standing up and walking towards the pond in the glade. Denki, Mina, and Bakugo all stood, trailing after her slowly, waiting with baited breath for her to finish telling them her history. 

The pond began turning red with her blood as she walked into the water. She waded into the center and bent down, reaching for something lodged in the mud beneath the surface.

“What are you looking for?” Denki asked. “Tsu keeps that pond pristine at all times.”

“Even then, Yuga lived in this forest,” Y/n explained, still fishing around with her hands. “The nymphs decided to carry me here from the willow forest for a trial.”

“And…?” Denki prodded. Y/n finally found what she was looking for, and a sharp silence fell over the vale as she pulled a human rib cage from the water.

“I didn’t survive the journey,” she stated flatly. She let go of her remains, letting her bones drop into the water with a splash. “Still, I needed to answer for my crimes. The king called forth my soul from the dead just to put me on trial. We ended up making a deal instead; I am bound to him until the day my prayers are answered by the nymphs of the willow forest. After that, I get to die.”

“What’s the difference between dying and ‘disappearing’?” Bakugo asked.

“There’s not much of a difference,” Mina answered. “But we’re not connected to our original physical bodies. I was still alive when I was on trial, but then I became a nymph, and I’ve been a nymph so long now that my body’s dead. ‘Death’ is for our true bodies. ‘Disappearing’ is for our spirits.”

“Wait, Y/n, didn’t you say the willow forest is now a city?” Denki asked.

“That’s right,” Y/n confirmed.

“So there’s no nymphs?” Denki asked.

“That’s right,” Y/n said, nodding.

“So there’s no one to answer your lost prayers?” Denki asked.

“That’s right,” Y/n said, wading her way back out of the pond.

“So, you’re saying you’re bound to the king forever, then,” Bakugo said. Y/n nodded. “Sounds like he got what he wanted and you got nothin’. That wasn’t a deal-instead-of-a-trial, that was a lifetime sentence.”

“I know,” Y/n said. “The fae are tricksters. I didn’t want to die, and the king knew that. He took advantage of that, but I let go of that grudge years ago. I’m happy to serve him now. He trusts me, and as the oldest and most loyal of his subjects in this forest, he allows me to do whatever I want, and he’s given me authority over everything in my forest.”

“Like I said, we follow her blindly,” Fumikage said, having joined them silently when Y/n was showing off her bones. “For many reasons. She is above us, so we obey her. We’ve known her long enough to trust her decisions fully. She cares for us and this forest as much as she cares for herself. We follow her blindly because we trust her to show us what to do.”

“Except for Denki,” Mina said seriously. “Anyone else wouldn’t’ve stopped her and Fumi from destroying the home tree.”

“If you disappear by disobeying the king or getting your prayers answered, then what’s with disappearing alongside the forest?” Bakugo asked.

“Exactly!” Denki said. “Your story didn’t really help me understand that part, so what gives?”

“This forest has been destroyed many times in the hundreds of years I’ve been here,” Y/n said. “Trees burned by dragons, cut down by humans, all but one. There’s only one tree now that was here when I first arrived. When that tree dies, I disappear, along with all the nymphs of this forest.”

“The carved tree you guys live in,” Bakugo said understandingly. Y/n nodded. “So… Back to ending yourselves by killing the tree?”

“Yes,” Y/n said. “The dragon is still rampaging. We-”

“The king told me another thing,” Denki said quickly. Y/n sighed heavily. “I told him the criminal works with dragons. He wants you to tame it, Bakugo. He said he’ll drop all charges if you can stop it from destroying the forest.”

A fanged grin spread across the criminal king’s face.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

Fumikage smacked him upside the head from behind him.

“Watch your tongue.”

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Dinner with the Nymphs

Once again, I have written wind nymph Mina being a lover of penises???

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Y/n sat cross-legged at the edge of the pond, listening to the whisper of the trees around her as Tsuyu bathed her ward in the pond.

“Lady of the forest, I have arrived with your silk!”

Y/n jumped, startled by the sudden loud voice. The barbarian murderer king sighed heavily as Tsu continued wiping him down with the cold pond water.

“And who is this?” The criminal asked exasperatedly.

“My name is Denki,” the newest nymph introduced, handing carefully folded silk to Y/n. She stood up to take it, examining the cloth closely.

“Wow, I didn’t know you knew how to fold things, Denki,” she said, genuinely in awe of the smooth folds.

“I don’t, Fumikage helped,” Denki sighed sadly. “So this is the infamous deer-killer, huh? I can’t wait for the trial tomorrow!”

“So does everyone here know I killed a deer?” The barbarian asked frustratedly.

“Yeah,” Denki said casually, nodding. “Koji is fuming. It’s terrifying, I’ve never seen him so angry.”

“There,” Tsuyu said softly, water sloshing around her as she exited the pond, taking the barbarian’s hand and tugging him along with her.

“Oh, it’s a human-man penis!” Denki said excitedly. Mina appeared beside him in a rushing whirlwind, grinning.

“I heard the word penis and came flying!” She said excitedly. Her eyes went wide as she stared at the criminal hunter. “Wow! I’ve never seen a human penis before!”

“Stop staring at my junk!” The barbarian cried, hurriedly covering himself with his hand. “It’s super invasive for us normal people, you forest freaks!”

“Y/n, you’re the one in charge of him, right?” Denki asked. Y/n nodded in reply. “Is there a way for you to shut him up? I don’t like the way he’s talking to us.”

“We’re supposed to treat him like a guest,” Y/n said, sighing. “I don’t know why the king told me to be nice to him, but I have to respect the king’s orders. That means no shut-up spells.”

“Ugh. The king bosses you around all the time,” Denki whined. “I wish you could just-”

“Denki,” Mina said firmly. She gestured to the barbarian. “Keep our matters in-house. The guest’s fate hasn’t been decided yet, so don’t go talking about other people’s secrets!”

“I’m pretty sure the guest’s fate has been decided,” Denki said slowly. “Just not publicized. Yet.”

“We won’t know until tomorrow,” Tsu said, taking the silken clothes from Y/n.

Tsu was quiet as she dressed the guest in fae silks, watching him silently as he watched Y/n whispering with Mina and Denki.

“If you’re all nymphs, the hell element is Denki in charge of?”

“You’ll see for yourself later,” Mina said teasingly, taking Denki by the hand and walking off towards the homely tree. “We need to help set up the feast!”

“I’m afraid I have to join them, too,” Tsu said politely, taking her leave of the hunter-king and trotting off towards the carved tree.

“…And that leaves me with you,” he grumbled, glaring at Y/n. “What the hell kind of secrets do you people even have? And why were those other nymphs talking about my trial like that?”

“The fae are tricksters,” Y/n explained vaguely. “It’s already known your trial won’t be fair. The king has three unfair judgments for trials like this, and Denki thinks he knows how your trial will turn out tomorrow because he remembers when- Well, we’ve all seen plenty of trials pass this way.”

“You’re making it sound like the king’s gonna kill me.”

“He might,” Y/n said casually. “Come, it’s time for dinner. As the guest of honor, no one gets to eat until you’re served, and I’m sure everyone is holding Denki back from breaking that rule.”

“What’s with you and rules?” The barbarian asked. “That’s what Denki was going off on about earlier, right? You’re always following uptight rules and shi- And stuff?”

A look crossed the nymph’s face for a brief moment that sent chills up the barbarian’s spine.

“…Come. Dinner.”

Y/n walked towards the carved tree briskly, leaving the barbarian behind to catch up with her after a moment. Clearly, she did have secrets, but clearly, it was best not to bring them up. 

There was a long wooden table set up outside of the tree that was clearly home to the nymphs- Crudely carved, yet well-maintained. The strings of light in the trees were dark, unlit since the outsider’s arrival since the sun had still been high.

“Your spot is at the head of the table, esteemed guest,” Mina teased. “And now, you’ll get to see one of my favorite of Denki’s tricks!”

“Lights please, Denki,” Y/n said politely, taking the seat closest to the barbarian. “I’ve refueled all the lanterns.”

Denki grinned, rubbing his hands together mischievously.

“Y/n, my darlingest, do I have your blessing to burn the wood of your trees?”

“Yes,” Y/n said firmly, nodding. “I give you my blessing to use your power against me.”

“Awesome!” Denki said excitedly, standing up and extending his arms in front of him. The barbarian watched, entranced, as Denki’s fingertips began to spark. The nymph leaned forward towards the center of the table and set his hands on a small, meticulously-stacked pile of twigs. The sparks of his hands against the wood set the twigs on fire. He did the same thing with a lantern hanging beside him, lighting dry wood aflame in place of a candle. 

“Oh, oh! This is the cool part!” Mina said excitedly.

The barbarian watched as Denki wrapped his whole fist around the string all the lights were hanging from. With a particularly intense surge of lightning from the nymph, the pure energy traveled the length of the- wire, not just a string, the barbarian king noticed. Each lantern hung in the trees lit up one by one in quick succession, the entire grove going from barely illuminated by the deep sunset to being washed in bright patches of light. 

“So? What’d you think, criminal?” Denki asked, hyper as he sat back down in his seat.

“It was… Cool,” the barbarian said. He sighed. “And would you stop calling me that? I have a name just like all you forest freaks do.”

“What is that name?” Tsu asked.

“Bakugo.”

“Sounds like you just made that up,” Denki grumbled. He perked up again as new nymphs exited the carved tree with platters of food in their hands. “Time for a feast!”

Bakugo eyed the new nymphs carefully as they set the platters down on the table, and he spoke before they even sat down.

“One of you is Koji, right?” He asked. One of them nodded silently. “Sorry I killed your deer. May I have your blessing to eat the meat you guys just served? At least, I’m assuming it’s from one of your creatures or some shit.”

The barbarian realized his mistake only as Y/n backhanded him across the face again.

“Your vile words are insulting,” she hissed. She turned to look at Koji. “He could’ve said it nicer, but at least he tried, right? Please don’t starve the guest.”

“I give you my blessing to eat the flesh of my animal,” Koji said, sighing. “And thank you for the apology, though your punishment’s already been decided.”

“Yeah… About that- Tree nymph lady, what did you mean when you said the king has three predetermined trial sentences?”

“‘Tree nymph lady’?” Denki repeated, giggling. “Y/n, did you tell him your name is sacred again?”

A sly grin crossed Y/n’s face as she nodded.

“It’s funny watching them fumble,” she admitted. She cleared her throat before answering her ward. “We’ve already told you more than you’re supposed to know. I can’t morally tell you the possible outcomes of your trial.”

“Yuga might just kill you and be done with it,” Denki said. He glanced at Koji. “Does your blessing extend to the rest of us?”

“It always does,” Koji said, smiling at his friend. 

“Thanks a million times over!” Denki said excitedly, reaching for the platter closest to him with his bare hands.

“Wild creature,” another of the new nymphs muttered, reaching for the same platter with a fork in his hand. 

“Never expect Denki to act civilized, Rikido,” Mina said, laughing. “I don’t think he’s ever used silverware before.”

“Oh, I know,” Rikido said, sighing.

“So what are you all about, Rikido?” Bakugo asked, watching as Y/n filled his plate for him. “Like- The spirit of food or something?”

“Oh, I’m not one of them,” Rikido said, vaguely gesturing to the nymphs surrounding them both. “I’m just a guy who’s good at cooking. I was born in this forest, though, so I don’t leave.”

“Huh.”

Y/n set a full plate in front him, comprised mostly of meat but still holding a generous helping of unfamiliar berries and a fruit he’d once been told was poisonous. Something about the way she’d put together a meal so perfectly tailored to him without having known him long was… Impressive.

“Eat. Tomorrow will be difficult.”

“…Thanks, Y/n.”

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A Creature in The Forest

Honestly, even I don't know what I have planned for this story

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Content: Fantasy AU, death mention (non-human), forest endangerment

“It’s time for the trial!” Mina said excitedly, trotting alongside Y/n as the nymphs (and Rikido) walked through the forest. They’d all gone to bed right after the feast, anxiously awaiting today. “I can’t wait!”

“I’m betting on death sentence,” Denki said loudly from the back of the pack. “After all, he committed, like, a bunch of crimes, right? Not just murder?”

“He killed a deer and he insulted the king,” Y/n said. “That’s only two crimes, Denki.”

Denki leaned towards Fumikage, walking next to him silently.

“What do you think, Fumi?” He asked, grinning.

“Banishment,” Fumikage said simply. “Though the king may decide something entirely different from the norms- Should that be the case, I’m hoping he curses the outsider with terrible aim; Never again shall he hunt.”

“Ooh, that’s good!” Mina said. “I’ve also got my money on death sentence. What about you, Tsuyu?”

“Well, the king was kind enough to give the stranger a trial at all, and he even put him in Y/n’s care,” Tsu said wondrously. “Perhaps his fate is the one known to us best.”

“Boo!” Denki jeered. “That’d be too boring! Give him the death sentence!”

“Yeah!” Mina cried, joining in. The two of them started to chant. “Kill him! Kill him!”

“Both of you, please be quiet,” Koji sighed. “You’re scaring away my creatures. You know they don’t like loud sounds- Wait. Something’s wrong.”

He stopped walking abruptly. A moment later, so did the rest of the nymphs. Rikido and Bakugo stopped walking as well, less so from the shiver running through the spirits. A sudden cold wind blew, harsh and stinging at their skin.

“That’s not my wind,” Mina said seriously.

“There’s a creature in the forest that isn’t mine, either,” Koji said. “Something big and commanding.”

A loud sound rattled through Y/n’s head suddenly and she gasped, though no one else heard it.

“What is it?” Mina asked, concerned. Another gust of wind blew past them all as she walked to Y/n’s side, holding her close. “What happened?”

“My trees are breaking,” Y/n said, her voice trembling. “I can hear their screaming. It’s so loud.”

“The wind is really starting to pick up,” Denki noted, watching as leaves began to fall all around them.

“What’s going on?” Bakugo asked, confused. “This doesn’t have anything to do with my trial, right?”

“One of my ponds is being desecrated!” Tsuyu cried, hearing a terrible splash echo in her mind.

“Where?” Fumikage asked quickly. “Which pond? Mina, listen to the strange winds. Y/n, are the trees telling you anything? And Koji, do you know what creature is here?”

There was a moment of silence between all the nymphs.

“The pond to the east.”

“This wind isn’t saying anything.”

“The trees say the forest is in danger.”

“It’s a dragon.”

Another pointed silence fell between the nymphs.

“Tsuyu, get to the pond,” Y/n said seriously. “We’ll need water if we want to have any power over the dragon. Mina, take control of the wind.”

“I’ll go with Tsu,” Koji said, exchanging a look with Y/n. Bakugo began to realize that there was a hierarchy within the nymphs; Y/n was at the top.

“Fumikage, Rikido, please watch Bakugo,” she said firmly. “Denki, go tell the king.”

“Wait, you want me to sit back with a couple’a nymphs just because a dragon wandered into your forest?” Bakugo asked. “I work with dragons, I should go with Tsu and Koji!”

“…Okay, then go with them,” Y/n said, crossing her arms as Koji transformed into a bird, flying off towards the eastern pond. Tsu just blinked at Bakugo with big shining eyes before disappearing suddenly, a few drops of water falling onto the ground where she’d just been.

“…How the hell do I follow them?”

“You don’t,” Y/n said firmly. “You’re in my charge, you do what I say. Rikido, take him back to the vale. I’ve changed my mind with Fumi, I want you to come with me instead.”

“What will you do, Y/n?” Mina asked, worrying as the unfamiliar wind started to blow again, howling.

“I’m going to find my fallen brethren,” Y/n said. “Fumikage and I will either bless my trees’ deaths or attempt to heal them.”

“I’m not going back to your fuckin’ faery paradise or whatever the shit, I’m going to go find that dragon,” Bakugo snarled.

Y/n choked back a sob before steeling herself. She stood up straighter, the screams of her trees ringing in her ears.

“I am supposed to be watching you, caring for you, preparing you for a trial that I now fear won’t happen,” she said firmly. “But there is a dragon slaughtering my people, wings tearing the very wind away from Mina, displacing and frightening Koji’s creatures, splashing through Tsuyu’s sacred ponds, and threatening to burn our home. This is a monster of death. I have no time to discipline your language, nor do I have time to give a shit what you think of my decision. You are going back to the clearing, and that is final.” 

“…Holy- Criminal, you have officially pissed her off,” Denki said, eyes wide as he stared at Y/n. He cleared his throat. “Okay. I’ll inform the king. Y/n, Fumi, good luck. Rikido, keep that thing under control. And Bakugo? Another wrong move and Y/n might kill you before the king has a chance to.”

“…Fine,” Bakugo grumbled, turning on his heel and trudging back towards the clearing. Rikido followed him closely, waving a silent bye to the nymphs as they split up in search of the forest’s invader.

Denki watched as Y/n climbed into a tree, extending a hand to Fumikage and helping him up. Mina turned to look at him, concern in her eyes.

“Are you okay?” She asked. She had to raise her voice as another strong gust of wind blew past them both. “I can’t regain control!”

“I’ll be fine,” Denki said loudly. “Go back to the clearing, the wind will be yours again when the dragon leaves.”

“…Right. Good luck, Denki.”

Mina disappeared in her usual tiny whirlwind, though Denki could tell the wind itself was resisting her. He was the youngest of the nymphs, and he’d heard stories of how strong a dragon’s presence was in a forest, but he’d never experienced it firsthand like some of the others.

He took a deep breath before speaking out into the cold, empty wind of the suffering forest.

“Yuga Aoyama, king of the fae, I seek an audience with thee. I, Denki of the nymphs, have a message from the tree spirit Y/n.”

Denki covered his eyes with his hand as a sudden light blinded him for a moment before dying down to a gentle glow. He lowered his hand once his eyes stopped burning.

“A message from Y/n?” The king repeated. Denki nodded nervously. “Do tell.”

“There’s a dragon in the forest,” Denki said. “Its wings are tearing the winds from Mina, she has no control and she can’t understand them. Y/n and Fumikage are giving death rites to the trees it’s destroyed. It was scaring Koji’s animals and defiling one of Tsuyu’s ponds. Mina went back to the clearing with Rikido and the criminal- Y/n told him to watch over the criminal because he said he works with dragons and he was super insistent on going with Koji and Tsu to find the dragon.”

“He works with dragons? Interesting,” the king said thoughtfully. “This criminal is turning out to be quite the strange one. I was told he’s from a forest town, but he’s actually from a city. He doesn’t believe in faeries. And he works with dragons…”

“Uh- May I ask how his trial’s supposed to go?” Denki asked. “We were making bets. I said death sentence, Fumi said banishment, and Tsu thinks you might turn him into one of us since you were so nice to him yesterday.”

“Our lovely Tsuyu would’ve been right, but this dragon development might change things,” the king said thoughtfully. “Go back to the glade and tell the murderer to find and tame the dragon. Tell him I’ll let him go free if he can do it.”

“…Will you really?” Denki asked skeptically. The king laughed.

“Of course not!” He said cheerfully. The smile fell from his face. “But if he can’t do it, I’ll have him executed. And tell him to be careful about it- If Y/n loses another forest, I think she might disappear.”

“What?” Denki asked, confused. “I thought she could only disappear if she broke your laws.”

“You’re the youngest of the nymphs, correct?” The king asked. Denki nodded. “You don’t know much about your own kind, do you… Next time you see Y/n, tell her I want her to tell you how she became one of you.”

“…What?”

“Go tell the murderer to tame the dragon,” the king reminded, sighing. He turned into a ball of light again and floated off into the forest, leaving Denki alone.

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Between Two Worlds

Happy father's day to my favorite dilf

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Ni No Kuni II: Revenant Kingdom Roland Crane x reader

Roland turned to his door as he heard a gentle knock.

“Come in,” he said, an expert at hiding confusion. It was far too early for anyone else but Bracken to be awake, and even if it were anyone else in the castle, everyone was busy planning a celebration in the square- Khunbish had finally won a race against Tani, and ‘the kingdom of smiles’ would dive headfirst at any opportunity for a party.

The door didn’t creak as it opened like the office door at home, and he realized then that there was far more he missed than just Will.

Y/n stuck her head in the room as the door was hardly open.

“Come in ‘come in’, or just stand-in-the-doorway ‘come in’?” She asked.

“You can come into the room, Y/n,” Roland said with a half-playful sigh. “What brings you to my room so early in the morning?”

“Bracken asked Zip for a favor-”

“Oh no.”

“And he ended up extending that favor to everyone else in Broadleaf-”

“Oh no. What did Bracken have them all doing?” Roland asked, concerned that Zip was involved in the reason Y/n was visiting him.

“Looking for this!” Y/n said happily, revealing a book she’d been hiding behind the door. Finally, she came into the room, quietly closing the door behind herself. “It’s an ancient-ancient tome. Like, Allegoria ancient. Ancient as Mornstar.”

“Why was Bracken looking for an ancient tome? And why are you bringing it to me?” Roland asked, professional composure withering away as it usually did when he was confronted with magic.

“I asked Bracken and Leander if they knew of any ways I could learn about your world,” Y/n said softly, padding across the room in slippered feet to sit on the edge of Roland’s bed. “Leander’s still doing what he can, but he’s just one man. Bracken had all of Broadleaf doing research, and you know how good they all are at research.”

“Yeah… Makes sense they’d find something quick,” Roland agreed, nodding. “Why are you interested in my world?”

Y/n was silent for a moment, absentmindedly tracing the cover of the book with one of her fingers.

“I had a dream,” she said softly. Roland could be very stick-up-the-ass-ish at times, and she didn’t know his thoughts on weird dreams. “You were there. You were older, though. About Batu’s age, maybe, but it didn’t seem odd at all. You were in an odd office, though. The walls looked like the kind in Ding Dong Dell, but the floor seemed very Goldpaw-esque, and all the furniture was like Broadleaf with more wood and less metal. You looked so natural and comfortable there, I thought it had to be a place from your world. And that made me curious.”

Roland’s brow furrowed as he grimaced, and Y/n watched silently as he reached up and stroked his ponytail thoughtlessly.

“That sounds just like my office at home,” he said quietly, nodding as he let his hand fall into his lap. “I used to hate that place, but now I miss it.”

“Oh, Roland,” Y/n said sympathetically, setting the book down next to her. Roland just looked at her and smiled.

Will.

“Sorry. I get sentimental when I’m alone,” he said reassuringly. “It’s not so bad when I’m with you. It makes me happy that you’re interested in my home.”

“…I once heard you mention someone named William,” Y/n said hesitantly. He’d been in quite the mood when she’d overheard him, and she didn’t know if she was pushing a boundary. “Is William someone from your world, too?”

Roland’s heart caught in his throat and he looked around the room in a daze, half-panicked. He only calmed when he felt a soft hand on his shoulder. He set his over hers and took a deep-yet-shaky breath. The nightmare he’d had before fighting Doloran still crossed his mind every now and then.

“Yes,” he answered simply. Y/n could hear a certain sadness in his voice.

“Do you miss him, too?”

“Every day,” Roland said softly.

Y/n took Roland’s hand gently, leading him to stand from his desk. She tugged him over to the bed, letting him sit on the edge next to the book. She circled the bed as Roland clearly drowned himself in sad thoughts. 

“Can you tell me who he is?” Y/n asked quietly as she clambered onto the bed behind the chief consul. Soft as ever, a gentleness Roland loved about her, she reached out and undid his ponytail, combing through his hair with her fingers.

“He’s my son,” Roland said, surprising Y/n. “In my world, I am around Batu’s age. I don’t know how or why I’m so young here. He’s about Evan’s age. I didn’t see him very often. He practically lived in the hospital.”

“I didn’t know you were a father,” Y/n said, trying to comb a knot out of Roland’s hair without hurting him. “It must be hard being away from him. You hide it pretty well that you miss your home.”

Roland moaned contently as Y/n’s fingers brushed against his neck and his cheeks flushed red at Y/n’s quiet giggle. He realized then that he hadn’t had the company of a woman he loved in years.

“It’s a skill you have to learn when you’re a politician,” he explained awkwardly. “I essentially held the same position as Zip back in my world.”

“And yet you have a certain disdain for him,” Y/n mused. “Not that that’s uncalled for, I think we all do.”

“Except Bracken,” Roland pointed out, letting out a satisfied hum as Y/n tied his now-smoother hair back into its usual ponytail.

“Except Bracken,” she repeated. “I’m sure Evan reminds you of William, doesn’t he? Isn’t that hard on you?”

“He does, in a way, but they’re very different,” Roland said, turning on his bed to face Y/n. “It’s not as hard as it should be, I think, probably because they’re so different from one another. But I think both of them could manage without me- That’s the worst part.”

“It may be the worst part, but it’s also the most untrue,” Y/n said, grinning smugly. “Without you, Evan would’ve lost to Mausinger a long time ago. Think of all the things you’ve done both for him and with him. If you left, he’d be crushed, and I’m sure it’s the same for Will. You may not see him much, but you love him, right? I’m sure he loves you, too.”

“Yeah… He’s one of my main reasons to keep living,” Roland admitted, smiling sadly to himself. “Sure, I have a country to run, but I also have a child to raise.”

“If he’s part you, I’m sure he's a great kid,” Y/n said. “You’re certainly a good father figure to Evan. If I could, I think I’d like to meet Will. You smile when you talk about him.”

“I can’t wait to see him again,” Roland said quietly. “Whether that means when I go back to my world or when I die, I don’t know.”

“I’m sure you’ll make it back to your world someday,” Y/n said reassuringly. “But, not to be selfish, I hope that’s not too soon. I’d miss you.”

“I’d miss you, too,” Roland said. “If you ever get lost in my world, come find me, okay?”

“I will,” Y/n said, smiling. “If I get lost in your world, you’re the only person -I think- who could help.”

“Not to be selfish,” Roland started, grinning knowingly at Y/n, “but if I’m home with Will again, I hope you do get lost in my world. I realized today I even miss the things I hate, but I already know how much I miss the things I love.”

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I’ve decided that the nymph fic will have more trauma in it. Reader is not alone in her suffering (beyond the extent of sharing herself with fumi). Everyone is hurting.

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I was about to say "Quick, someone tell me if I should write bakugo or deku!" (because I just had the best and most important fic idea ever) but then. I was about to ask all you people in my internet all that but then my brain was like "no. denki." and now I am a broken being but at least I'm the smartest

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YOU HAVE A TATRO PARLOR X RECORD STORE FIC!!?!

I'm sorry??? You were HIDING that from me!?!

ITS BEEN IN MY WIPS FOR FOREVER BUT YES

it’s reader who works in a record store and lives with tattoo artist sero but she meets sero’s hot coworker

#it’s reader who works in a record shop who lives with tattoo artist sero #the parlor is across the street #and she meets sero’s hot coworker bakugo at a party #and he gets drunk af and ends up revealing that he’s a huge queen nerd #and that’s why that fic might have to go on the other blog #because it’s SO queen-heavy #no one knows wtf I’m talking about not even myself barely #but yeah I do gotta finish that one up sometime #xineohp's nonsense #patchy my dearly beloved 🥺

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Ok so it’s been less than six hours but I’m starting the next chapter of the nymph fic

#(procrastinating other fics) #xineohp's nonsense

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Everyone in the nymph survey: I want to know more about the other nymphs!

Me: Okay so here's part 2 of Y/n's tragic backstory

#except this time it's an intimate and private moment with bakugo #(because this was supposed to be a bakugo x reader fic but they never have any one on one interactions to actually fall in love) #but finally FINALLY I have decided to begin the romance #xineohp's nonsense #xin's nymph au

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Realizing why writing is my coping mechanism apparently ??? Lots of thoughts coming together that never had before and I feel like my own therapist figuring out why I do stuff

#the realization is that I can take control of real situations in my life that suck absolute balls #and if I write about those situations then I have control over what happens next and who reacts how #as opposed to real life where I panic because I'm afraid of confrontation #like coming up with a perfect rebuttal in an argument that happened two weeks ago except I can actually say it #N E WAY #lots going on #and as you can probably guess some shit went down irl and I'm writing a fic about it #xineohp's nonsense #xineohp rant