#Okay okay but it is nice to think about the group staying in an inn or a tavern for once
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Took me this long to realize Astarion sleeps like that because elves don't actually sleep. Dude's basically meditating for 8 hours.
#Okay okay but it is nice to think about the group staying in an inn or a tavern for once#And he's just chilling while my SI is passed out#Very cozy
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twilight x gn!reader angst, involving a misunderstanding/argument? maybe one of the chain offhandedly makes a comment about twilight’s past feelings for midna (or ilia), and reader becomes convinced their feelings for him are unrequited, thus, acting differently towards him.
I'm so down for this! Sorry for the delay. School has been a real pain this semester.
Crush(ed) (Twilight)
Pairing: Twilight x Reader ("unrequieted")
Rating : G
Summary: When you overhear how Twilight feels for a princess ( you assume his zelda), you distance yourself in an attempt to save your own heart.
Warnings: angst, idiots
Other: If I missed anything, please let me know
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You can't really express how excited you are to be staying at an inn. The entire group has settled at a table, food set in front of them.
And you get an actual bed! To sleep in! Fuck yeah!
"I'm telling you, we have bad luck with love." Legend says, "Time and Sky are just flukes."
"Or you haven't lived long enough." Twilight challenges.
"Right because you and that princess of yours worked out so well." Legend says as he rolls his eyes. "At least you have that farm girl back home, you like her enough."
"Legend." Time says sharply.
"Ilia? She's a great girl." Twilight says, and that is all it takes to ruin your night.
You can deal with the mention of the princess. It's hard not to admire all Zeldas to a degree.
You've met a few, and they're crush worthy, at least. But the dismissal of the girl is nice still.
But a farm girl from his time and home? That's too much.
Because he dosen’t dismiss her name. He sounds so fond of her.
This sucks. You need to think.
You set your silverware down, having only eaten a few bites. "I'm headed to bed... I don't feel quite right."
Twilight turns to you immediately, "(Y/n) are you feelin' okay?"
"Just a bit under the weather. l. I should be fine later. Don't worry." You smile.
Sky shoots you a concerned look- which is fair since he's the only one you've told about your feelings for the resident cowboy.
You shoot him a soft smile, aiming for reassuring. (Based on the brow furrow you get back, you don't succeed. )
You stand up from the table, turning as you do.
Twilight grabs your wrist gently, "(Y/n), are you sure you're gonna be alright?"
You have to push back the swell of emotions. Obviously he's just being a good friend. There's no romance behind his actions.
(He really is a good friend. Thank Hylia you didn't tell him how you feel.)
You yank your wrist away because you know if you don't yank it, you'll do something stupid to let him talk you into staying, "I said that I'll be fine."
Twilight looks- hurt.
You're probably just imagining it.
(Right? Even if he is hurt, it's probably just cause he's worried about you. Like a friend would be. Like Sky is worried.)
You leave the room, already reevaluating all of the interactions you've had with Twilight. You have to stop letting him coddle you.
You have to stop asking him for help every time anything is slightly wrong.
You have to stop seeking him out for company and comfort so often.
And to get over him you should stop spending so much time with him.
Well, that's fine. You'll just stay busy and spend more time with Sky and Wind. Maybe Wild too, you'll stay busy with the cook around.
You find your room, the one you're sharing with Four. (Thankfully, if you were sharing with Twilight like you'd originally hoped, you would have considered running away.)
You collapse into a heap on your bed, eyes stinging as tears well up.
You're so stupid! Why would Twilight ever like you back?!
At least you found out he isn't interested before you confessed. That would have been so embarrassing.
Thank Hylia for little mercies. Or, however it is that the saying goes.
........
The past week has left Twilight feeling more blue than an icicle. His days dimmed dramatically by the lack of your presence beside him.
You're still traveling with them. (Where else would you go?)
But you are spending almost all of your time with the others. Mostly with Wind, Wild, and Sky.
And the few times you have interacted with him have been... well - distant and overly cordial. Like you're mad as a wet hen with him but don't wanna ruin the rest of the chain's days.
Twilight has tried to figure it out. But he comes up grasping for straws when he does. He can't find any reason for you to ignore him.
He hasn't done anything wrong. Not as far as anyone can tell him.
And he's asked. He's asked everyone! (Everyone except you.)
Though the look Sky gives is far too sympathetic for the skyloftian to not know something. Not that Sky would tell Twilight anything.
Not since Sky likes to stay out of confrontation when possible.
Right now though, you're stretched out over Wild and Wind, the three of you basking in the sunlight as the group rests for lunch.
"You're staring again." Hyrule says as he holds out a freshly filled canteen to Twilight.
"Am not."
"You really are, Twilight."
"Even if I am, what about it? Am I sposed to apologize?"
"No. You just look like a kicked puppy."
Twilight takes the canteen with a frown. His eyes falling to the ground between his feet.
"Hey, you could always just ask (Y/n) what's up."
"I'd sound crazy!"
"Not really."
"And how would I not sound crazy?" Twilight asks, and it'd almost be funny if hyrule weren't so done with this.
"You're just asking if you did something to upset them." Hyrule explains slowly, trying not to snap at the rancher.
"You don't get it. A week ago we were fine. We were practically best buddies! And now-"
"(Y/n) won't give you the time of day?" Hyrule finishes for Twilight helpfully. "You know it won't get better without talking. Right?"
"I know."
"Then talk to them."
Twilight does not do that. Instead he let's you have space. As much space as you want.
He's fine. Thank you very much. He isn't going to break just becuase someone He's so incredibly fond of stops being his friend.
(That would be stupid.)
So Twilight resigns himself to the way things are. And they stay like that. Becuase no one here believes in communication.
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Healing Hands, Hurting Hands
Whump Rating: 3/5
As soon as the Chain learned of Hyrule’s healing powers, he became their safety net. If they are out of potions or fairies, Hyrule can be relied upon to heal the injured. He might not have enough magic to fully heal them, but it’s enough to get by until they pick up more healing supplies.
As the journey continues, the group gets…lax about staying stocked with supplies. Never on purpose; they work hard not to take advantage of Hyrule. Yet whereas before they might stock up on five potions, they only buy three.
Usually, it makes sense to save rupees where they can; a group of nine heroes can’t run on no funds. A few of them get a stipend to fight the monsters from their Zelda’s. There is the odd chest to find along the way, and Wild seems to have a never-ending supply of rupees in his slate. The truth is that Legend and Wild are bankrolling most of the journey. At least they get the odd stop at inns instead of sleeping outside.
So, yes, they could stock up on more potions, but Hyrule never points this out. Deep down, it’s nice to be wanted by the group for a skill only he has. Although that might not be a very heroic outlook.
Wizzrobes slinging curses is never a good day. Wild’s in particular have a nasty habit of surprising them with strange spells. Elemental magic alone isn’t enough—no, they need to suffer hexes, curses, and dark magic.
Hyrule is pulling on his magic to cast Thunder. Electricity crackles in the palm of his hands. It’s a strain on his magic, true, but this fight is growing longer and longer. They need to get out of here before injuries get worse.
The traveler’s magic sense flares. Something is streaking through the air; felt rather than heard. It’s a void against the surroundings; consuming magic and ambient waves. Hyrule turns, electricity still crackling. The curse hits his chest—much closer than expected.
Magic sinks through his skin to latch onto his power. It traces a burning path down his arm and focuses on the lightning he was about to cast. He barely manages to suck in a breath before the curse kicks in, latching onto the lightning and turning it back on himself.
Electricity crackles across his skin. Whereas before his magic provided a barrier for it to bounce harmlessly off of, now it attacks him with abandon. The traveler screams and lets go of the magic feeding the spell. The whiplash snaps on the rebound, but the electricity dies.
“Hyrule! Are you okay?” Legend edges closer while fending off monsters.
“Yeah, but I won’t be using magic for a while.”
“You got your sword?”
He holds it up, already stained in monster blood, then turns back to the fight. He doesn’t need magic to attack, although it helps. The sword will be sending no flame beams to cut down enemies, not while this curse is in effect. Instead, he relies on trusted steel to slice muscle and rend bone.
Someone yelps and Hyrule spins to see who’s hurt. It’s Warriors; a nick above his eye. It’s not serious, at least, although the blood sheeting his face must be annoying. “I’m good,” he calls, and the traveler turns back to his monsters.
By the time the fight is done, Hyrule is sweaty and annoyed. Most of the group sustained minor injuries, but there was enough blood to cause concern. The healer wanders through the group, checking them over.
Warriors is hissing as Sky dabs at the cut.
“Here, let me help heal.” Acting on instinct, Hyrule reaches for his magic. Electricity snaps at him and he flinches. The pain may be imagined, but it’s certainly felt.
“What’s wrong?”
He grimaces, shaking his hand to lessen the tingling. “Got hit by a curse. Turned my magic back against me. I don’t think I’ll be useful for healing until it fades.”
Time crouches next to them with a frown. “How serious are we talking?”
“You know my lightning spell? It’s been turned back on me when I reach for my magic. I…I might be able to reach it as a last resort? It wouldn’t be pretty, though.”
With a nod, their leader stands. “Right, well hopefully it won’t be an issue. Everyone, keep an eye on the amount of potions we have till we can stock up again.”
Hyrule keeps his head down. The curse means he can’t fulfill his purpose in the group; at least, not in a way that matters. Hopefully, it will wear off soon.
The goddesses don’t have mercy. They’ve run out of potions before they find a town or switch eras, and the group of black-blooded monsters they fight aren’t going down easy. The group pulls on every weapon and spell in the arsenal. It’s not enough.
Wind’s scream—high, reedy, and breaking into a wail—has Hyrule miss his slash as he spins. One of the monsters has slammed his sword into the sailor’s chest. Worse, it’s stuck—likely in bone. The monster growls and each tug pulls a broken cry from Wind.
“Let him go!” Warriors hammers on the monster, who refuses to drop the sword. The sailor is pulled along with him and Hyrule’s stomach turns at the sound he makes. No teenager should scream like that. Certainly not Wind, their bright spot of sunshine and ocean breeze.
On instinct, Hyrule reaches for his magic. Lightning meets his senses, crackling in warning and he pulls back. The magic aims to hurt, to kill. He may not have a choice.
The captain finally separates the monster’s head from its body. It’s hand goes lax and slips off the sword. The weapon is still stuck in Wind’s chest and he stumbles slightly, then falls.
“Hyrule! Now!” Warriors yell is rough with worry.
The traveler finishes off the monster he was fighting and runs for the two. The battle still rages around them, although the others try to buy them space.
“We need healing!”
“My magic…”
“I don’t care!” Warriors' eyes burn when they meet Hyrule’s. “I’m sorry, Rulie, but I can’t lose him. Not like this.” There’s a deeper ache there; something that hints at the history between him and Time. Warriors has seen the toll battle takes on those younger than them.
Never mind that Hyrule is only a few years older than Wind; the sailor deserves a future. He can deal with some temporary pain if it means Wind lives.
The traveler nods and crouches next to Wind. Blood soaks his tunic and the fabric is torn open, showing the wound on his chest. With each pump of his heart, blood bubbles and slides down his skin.
“I can’t heal it with the sword stuck in his chest.”
Wind makes a mewling sound, tears streaming. “N-no! Please, it hurts!”
Warriors face twists like the words are causing him physical pain. “What do I need to do?”
“I’ll hold him down, you pull the sword out. Then I’ll heal him.”
“No!” Wind coughs and blood splatters on Hyrule’s cheek. “Please, no!”
They both ignore him. They have to. Hyrule holds the sailor down and meets Warriors eyes, then gives a nod. The captain yanks on the sword. Wind screams. The sword doesn’t come unstuck.
“We need it out!”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Pull harder!”
“Stop it!” Wind’s voice is wracked with pain. “Stop it! Just let me die, this isn’t worth it!”
Warriors braces his foot against Wind’s side for leverage and firms his grip on the handle. Muscles bulging, he pulls.
The sailor’s scream is too broken to be more than a wheeze of sound. His eyes are too wide, rolling as his mouth opens. Finally, the pain becomes too much and he slumps, unconscious.
With a wet crack, the sword is freed from his chest. Warriors stumbles backward at the lack of resistance.
Hyrule reaches for his magic, ignores the warning crackle, and pulls it under his command. Life, he urges.
His thunder spell, woven into the curse, turns on the healer. Electricity crackles over his skin and he grits his teeth against the scream building. Blood fills his mouth; he bit his tongue. He can’t spit it away, just focuses on forcing through the barrier of the curse for the magic.
Wind will die without his help. Look at how much pain he was in already. Hyrule can deal with pain if it means saving the sailor.
“Hyrule!” Legend’s voice is faint, despite how close he must be. “Fuck, Warriors, what’s wrong?”
“Wind needs healing!”
“At the cost of Hyrule?”
“He’s going to die!”
“Is it worth trading one life for another?”
Hyrule tunes them out. Electricity bites through skin and sinks into the bone. Everything is burning. His fingertips are numb as he forces magic past the curse. Is Wind even being healed? What if this is all for nothing?
Thunder roars through his veins, eating at his supply of magic as it attacks its host. His vision went hazy when he started the spell, but now it’s darkening. No, he can’t pass out. He needs to know Wind is safe.
There’s a high-pitched ringing in his ears. Something wet drips onto his hands—blood, maybe. Where did it come from? Oh, his mouth is open. He must be screaming, even if the sound doesn’t register. Well, at least the blood won’t fill his mouth now.
Darkness continues to eat away at his perception of the world. His hands follow his fingers, numb, and the numbness works its way up his arms. Hyrule might be trembling, but at this point, it’s hard to say.
“That’s enough! Hyrule! Stop the spell! You’re killing yourself!”
No, he needs to save Wind.
“He’s okay! You healed him!”
The words warble and fuzz through the haze, but Hyrule finally cuts off the stream of magic. Relief is instant and the numbness retreats. The last thing he hears before passing out is Wind, calling his name.
It’s okay, though, because the sailor is safe. Hyrule knows his place in the group. He’s their safety net, no matter what.
#safety net#blood tw#violence tw#whumptober2023#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu whumptober#breannasfluff#mywriting#lu hyrule#lu wind#lu warriors
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The Kids Grovel for Steve's Forgiveness
Part 3 of the "The Party Forgets Steve's Birthday" fic! I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!
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There was something off with Steve and Eddie lately but Dustin couldn’t quite place his finger on what it was. They’d both been distant for the past few weeks for unknown reasons. Steve hadn’t been answering any of the Party’s phone calls and he’d refused to drive any of them anywhere. The times he did interact with them, Eddie would swoop in and take him elsewhere. He was acting as a blockade of sorts, preventing any member of the Party besides himself from getting close to Steve. The last time any of the kids had spoken to him uninterrupted was weeks ago when Steve refused to let them rent a rated R movie and if anything, the kids should be mad at him, not the other way around.
Perhaps most concerning about the whole situation was how Eddie was postponing sessions for the campaign. He’d canceled Hellfire club two weeks in a row, an action he once called “blasphemous and unjust”. Everyone was really worried about his change of heart and Dustin was determined to get to the bottom of it.
Everything came to a head at Friday’s session, the first one in weeks that Eddie hadn’t tried to postpone. He was unnecessarily brutal at this session and was doing his darndest to kill everyone like some sort of fantasy nerd serial killer. The session was supposed to continue from where they were recuperating at an inn in a small village and all of the boys were looking forward to some light humor in these confusing times. What no one was expecting was for the evil gorgons and their tamed serpents to attack the town in an effort to kill their group in an act of revenge.
They were supposed to be having a fun time playing a campaign for DnD but Eddie seemed more malicious, more hostile than usual. Only two hours in and half the Party was dead, the rest low on hit points, right on the verge of death.
“Okay, what the hell?” Dustin shouted as Gary the Great turned to stone after being caught in a fire and cornered by a gorgon.
“What?” Eddie asked him, his expression a careful mask of neutrality.
“What’s your problem? We ended the last session safe at an inn, what the hell is this?” The other guys nodded their agreement with his outburst. No one was expecting to get their favorite characters murdered so ruthlessly, at least not so soon in the session.
“The inn burned down and the town is under attack by merciless gorgons. That’s not my fault,” Eddie told them all.
“Yes it is, you literally wrote this! This session was supposed to last ten hours. We’re two hours in and most of us are dead! Why are you doing this?” Dustin’s voice was embarrassingly shrill but it got his point across just fine.
“It’s not my fault your strategy sucks, Henderson! Maybe you should try a little harder to stay alive!” Eddie yelled back.
Will piped up then, “we should ask Steve for help, he’s good at strategy!”
“You will not! Do not bother Steve,” Eddie pointed at him.
“Why are you being so neurotic today? And why are you gatekeeping Steve? We want answers!” Dustin yelled again. The other kids voiced their agreement as well.
They heard a crash in the Munson kitchen and everyone jerked to look at Lucas standing in the doorway. He held up a small Polaroid picture dated from a few weeks ago with a small ‘Happy Birthday, Stevie-poo! I love you’ written in the corner. “What is this?”
Mike scoffed, “who cares about Steve right now? I want to know why Eddie’s been so weird lately.”
His comment must’ve thrown Eddie over the edge because he jumped up from his seat and started screaming at them. “You fuckers forgot his birthday! Steve’s been your friend for at least three years and you’ve never even done as much as tell him happy birthday! So now he’s hurt because he doesn't think you guys care and I think you’re all jackasses that shouldn’t get to be around him anyways! Nice going assholes, you pissed us both off.”
Jeff, Grant, and Gareth looked around the room before standing up from their spots on the couch. Jeff awkwardly clapped his hands and started moving towards the door. “Well guys, there seems to be some friction today so we’re just going to head out for now. We should probably just pick this up next week, that way we have plenty of time to make new characters.”
Eddie nodded at him before sneering at the rest of the Party. “That’s a good idea, Jeff. The rest of you can get the hell out.”
Then he dramatically whirled around and stormed into his room, slamming his bedroom door behind him. Jeff, Grant, and Gareth shook their heads at the kids before leaving, which left Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and Will to consider the gravity of what they’d done. None of them had ever even thought about Steve’s birthday, it had never come up in conversation and they’d never noticed a lack of celebration. Dustin felt particularly guilty as he picked up the DnD table in the Munson living room. Steve was practically his brother, he of all people should’ve known his birthday.
Nearly twenty minutes later, they heard the bedroom door down the hallway open and paused in their ministrations. Eddie was either coming out to apologize to them or to yell at them some more and while they were all nervous, they were prepared for either option. They deserved it. But to their utter shock, it wasn’t Eddie that came out. No, instead it was a sleep-rumpled Steve, shirtless, with glasses on and his usually immaculate hair in disarray.
He squinted his eyes at them in confusion before making a double take. “What the- what are you guys still doing here?”
“Steve! What are you doing in Eddie’s room and why are you shirtless?” Lucas asked him.
“Uh, I was taking a nap.”
“In Eddie’s bed? Why wouldn’t you just sleep at your own house?” Mike sneered at him.
“What’s with the interrogation?! Stop asking questions you don’t want the answers to and let me live!” Steve yelled at them.
So Steve was still mad. But now, Dustin understood why. “Steve, we’re so sorry! We didn’t know it was your birthday so we know why you’re mad and we don’t blame you. But-”
“Dustin, I’m not mad, I’m disappointed,” he said. Oh shit, that was worse! “But it’s fine. I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up, that’s on me.”
“Steve, we should’ve done something and we’re sorry. You’re one of our best friends and we’ll do better,” Lucas told him. He patted his bare shoulder to emphasize his point.
Mike nodded at his words but said nothing in further agreement. Dustin felt awful. After everything Steve had done for them, they’d forgotten his birthday. And then he had the nerve to say it was his fault?! What was wrong with this guy?
“Steve, you didn’t deserve that. We’ll make it up to you somehow. We’ll wash your car and bring you lunch when you work, and we’ll never forget another one of your birthdays, we promise.” He promised him earnestly.
Steve pulled him into a hug and messed up his hair despite his squawk of outrage. “I forgive you guys. Really, it’s not a big deal. I haven’t celebrated my birthday in years so it’s fine.”
“You will not forgive them!” Eddie stormed down the hallway to pull Dustin out of Steve’s embrace. He wrapped his own arms around his… Steve, and pointed an accusing finger at them. “He’s not just going to drop his hurt feelings to make you assholes feel better. You bitches better grovel if you want Steve and I to forgive you. Now scram, why are you still here?”
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For the next two weeks, the kids made it their mission to prove to Steve how much he meant to them. Eddie told them to grovel and grovel they did.
Dustin brought him a homemade lunch from his mom to Family Video every shift he worked. He cleaned his car (technically he just bribed Nancy to drive it through the car wash but still, the thought was there). And he taught him how to play DnD so he could join the next campaign with his own character.
Lucas went over to the Harrington house to clean the pool every week and mowed the lawn while he was over there. Steve looked shocked when he came home to that but Lucas was reasonably sure he was happy. He also played basketball with him at the park and listened to all of Steve’s mostly helpful tips.
Mike just eased up on the glaring and brought him a Slurpee once. He also made sure to take his anger out on Nancy instead of Steve as he usually did.
When they told Robin shortly after their odd interaction at Eddie’s, she was horrified. She immediately ditched Vickie to devote all of her time and best friend-ness to Steve as she should’ve done in the first place. She bought him dinner, stole movies to watch at movie nights with him, and bit her tongue when she saw Eddie kiss him in front of her. She would be the best friend she should’ve been initially and wait for Steve to come to her (which he did a few hours later).
Needless to say, Steve was freaked out for a good month. People were being too nice to him and it was like he slipped into a parallel universe. Everything looked the same and the rest of the town seemed the same but his friends couldn’t be more different. After multiple panic attacks and burnouts, Eddie told the Party to ease up or deal with the consequences.
What finally got things back to normal was Hopper organizing and hosting a belated birthday celebration at the Hopper-Byers’ house. All of his friends came together to celebrate him turning 20. Eddie obtained another cake from the bakery and decorated it himself, as per usual. This time, he had more room and was able to write a grotesque “BIRTH STEVE, Another year gone”. The adults of the Party were of course horrified at the dripping red frosting of the lettering and the spattering of rainbow sprinkles but Steve had never felt so touched.
The Party sang him happy birthday in a myriad of too-flat notes and screeches but it was special nonetheless. Especially when Hopper threw an arm around Steve’s shoulder to tell him that it would happen every year. And from that point forward, it did.
The End
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'ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴇ ᴅɪᴇ' ; a xiao x reader
synopsis ; alatus was a strong adeptus, having been one of the two yakshas to have survived karmic debt, along with the endless wars that came with time. however, even the one next to the strongest is not invincible.
summary ; basically y/n is the dendro yaksha and xiao has only opened up to them because they've gone through the same thing, losing all their comrades. y/n was his stone, but even a stone is not invincible.
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"alatus! come and celebrate the lantern rite with us!"
"no."
"come on, you do this every year!"
"still no."
"i'll bring almond tofu..?"
xiao begrudgingly sat at the table at mount hulao, eating his own plate of almond tofu whilst all his other fellow yakshas talked about nothing in particular, bosacius would sometimes brag about the monsters he had wrangled, indarias would help hand out food, bonanus chugged osmanthus wine (a benevolent gift from none other than rex lapis himself), menogias still refused to stop sewing. he was working on a suit familiar to his, the rest of them were in awe when he admitted it was for rex lapis himself.
"it certainly looks regal enough!"
then there was y/n, the dendro yaksha, general (name). while bosacius was official leader of the yakshas, appointed by rex lapis himself, y/n was the de-facto leader. they were basically the deputy, and loved for their motherly nature towards the other adepti. xiao often turned his nose up at them, why would anyone trust and treat others so nicely if they didn't even know each other?
"alatus, are you doing okay?"
the bustling atmosphere vanished in front of xiao's eyes, instead replaced by the tranquility of the wangshu inn, he stared into the starry night before turning to whoever had spoken.
"y/n."
he paused.
"thinking about bosacius and the others again?"
y/n asked, a sad smile on their face. it was always a pleasure to temporarily escape the reality of loneliness just to think of their fellow comrades.
however, every trip down memory lane wasn't always going to be a good one.
"y/n, alatus, i-i don't want to fight."
"indarias, stay strong, i don't want to either but-"
indarias screamed, letting out a bloodcurdling scream as hot tears ran down her face, her expression of pure agony and fear visible. she ran, far away from where alatus and y/n stood, they attempted to pursue her, but even more chaos would catch their attention before they could. alatus watched as y/n launched themselves up towards bonanus and menogias. he knew that the karmic debt had possessed them, and though his heart tightened, he knew that it was hopeless.
he never wanted to admit it though, and let y/n try.
"your worthless existence will be forgotten."
"as if a drunken insect like you wouldn't suffer the same fate as me."
their voices were now nothing but animalistic, they weren't yakshas anymore, but only monsters that plagued the battlefield. at the geo monster's comment, the hydro one let out a shrill screech of anger, launching herself forward and impaling the other. the geo monster wouldn't go down without a fight, and crystallized the other former yaksha, shattering her to pieces as he himself succumbed to his wounds and karmic debt.
a tear rolled down y/n's cheek, xiao standing atop bloodied corpses of monsters, his face holding a sombre expression. both of them prayed that bosacius would be alright.
and that prayer would go unanswered. years after that battle, bosacius had disappeared without a trace.
they had only discovered the truth recently, their now former deity filling y/n in after xiao's near-death experience.
in front of the traveler, the strange oni, yanfei, the ninja(?) and paimon, y/n put on a calm, composed face. they thanked the group for their assistance and providing closure for both them and xiao. however, the anemo user knew the truth, the tears that they shed, the vase that was broken as y/n yelled at xiao, who could do nothing but avert their gaze.
"what- you were just going to leave me here? without anyone? without you?"
y/n had started to pull on their hair, threatening to rip it out. xiao watched, he stumbled forward. he was never good with feelings, that was y/n's department. they were there when he had his karmic debt episodes, they were there to make almond tofu and help to soothe his pain.
xiao wrapped his arms around the other, it was awkward for him, but as y/n sank to the floor, he did so with them. they sobbed while rare tears came from his eyes, as he whispered apologies.
they spent their days at dihua marsh, walking together and reminiscing. they fought side-by-side, always having each others' back. they collected what they could of their late yaksha friends. indarias' mask, that y/n found after the bloody war. the both of them weren't there to watch her life cease, but the mask was indication enough.
menogias' mask was intact, albeit chipped. bosacius' was retrieved in the chasm by xiao, though it threatened to crumble as time wore it down. bonanus' mask was.. shattered. it was almost impossible to piece it back together, but xiao remembered the nights that him and y/n stayed up, using the strongest glue they could find, provided by cloud retainer. guizhong had usually been the one they went to for contraptions, but alas, the archon war not only stole friends like the yaksha, but also gods alike. the goddess of dust was among one of the casualties.
the traveler was also a prominent figure in their lives, who helped convince xiao to go to the lantern rite. they had led him to a clearing in the forest, feigning a story about a danger they had uncovered. as the vine curtain was thrown aside, instead of a huge monster, there was a stone table, just like the one back then in that lantern rite, there were 6 seats, but only one yaksha was there. y/n sat patiently, smiling at xiao.
xiao glared back at the traveler and paimon, who whistled innocently and scampered away.
in front of the seats were items.
a pot of soup, wine, a token from the primordial geovishap, and a needle and a piece of golden cloth. xiao didn't even have to look twice to know who they belonged to. he assumed the seat with almond tofu in front of it was his seat.
he sat down awkwardly, the both of them sitting in silence for a bit before y/n spoke up.
"let's just pretend, for now."
pretending was hard, though. the silence that engulfed the table was palpable. never will the cheerful banter ever fill the sky again. never will bosacius boast, the wine will remain untouched, the food never distributed, none of menogias' creations ever be made from his skillful hands.
y/n doubled over, a sudden pain piercing through their senses. they clutched the table as xiao bent down next to them, helpless to try and aid his companion.
their vision went black.
xiao looked over to liyue harbour, at bubu pharmacy. he didn't believe in human medicine, but what option did he have at the moment? he hoped that that.. baizhong.. or baili person could help them.
xiao hoped that this was just a passing sickness, a lack of sleep, anything. it can't be.. karmic debt. it can't be. for his sake, y/n had to live, at least long enough to watch him die.
alatus clutched y/n's hand, staying by their side the whole night. zhongli had come to visit, and the grim silence was there. silence, damn it. damn the silence. though he insisted on being better working on his own, in the silence the night provided, y/n always provided just enough banter.
"alatus."
xiao didn't reply.
"spend your time well with them."
and with that, zhongli left. xiao couldn't handle being so weak in his presence anyways.
your end was coming.
and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
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then it happened.
an awful scream rang out throughout dihua marsh, as a band of hilichurls fell at xiao and y/n's feet.
y/n clutched their head, collapsing to their knees. xiao stood opposite them, turning away. he knew what was happening. he naively wished it would never happen, but he was just refusing to acknowledge reality.
y/n morphed into a monster, their gentle hands becoming large claws, their eyes with a crazed rage in it, and their face. oh, their face. it was nowhere to be seen. xiao was strong, it would be no issue to execute his former companion.
but his arms trembled, a warm liquid making its presence known as it streamed down his cheeks.
with a skilled slash by his hands, the monster fell to the ground. xiao ran over, desperate. the karmic debt that morphed their body receded into the night. xiao slowly reached out, touching their cheek.
another legend was added into liyue's books for years to come, they say that once every two years, on a random night, you can hear the despairing melody of a bird as it mourned its beloved, as well as the cries of a man that accompanies the song.
#genshin impact xiao#alatus#adeptus xiao#xiao x reader#genshin impact#genshin x reader#alatus x reader#indarias#menogias#bonanus#bosacius#angst#genshin angst#mitski lyrics
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★~ Xiao Headcanons
it seems that you guys liked the first one so im gonna make another one! this one will take place is teyvat. enjoyyy!!!
note!!: f/n = flower name
- almond tofu are a must! its now a part of your daily routine to make xiao atleast 1 of it everyday.
- if it’s a gloomy day, you and xiao will stargaze at wangshu inn and talk about things that happened that day.
- you are his number 1 priority! whenever you call him, he will appear as fast as a lightning. he never gets late, especially if it’s you who’s calling.
- cuddles? i supose xiao is still warming up to lovey-dovey things like this. you got to make the first move cuz he aint gonna…
- every night when you sleep, he always watches you (not in a creepy way). making sure there’s nothing dangerous and you’re safe. you always scold him for it though, his excuses are always “im ok y/n. don’t worry about me, adeptus doesn’t need sleep”.
- i don’t think he will like pda but holding pinkies are okay. even though everyone knows you’re dating, he’s too shy to admit it.
- petnames: [your name], dove, dear, darling and some other random names such as my tofu and my star.
~ small drabble ~
you were walking around liyue, trying to find a flower for your dearest. you were too busy picking up a f/n when all of the sudden you heard screams coming from behind you. you were panicking as you look at the direction. it was a group of hilichurl coming your way. you didn’t know what to do as you just got your vision and you haven’t exactly learn how to use it. you tried running away from them but you didn’t manage to get away from them. ofcourse you remembered your lovely boyfriend, but you didn’t want to disturb him as he said he was going through an important mission. you decide to do your best using your vision. little did you know, xiao was watching you from afar. he stayed there for a minute, examining you. after he sees you starting to struggle, he rushed over you and hit the hilichurl with his spear. as he fighted the hilichurl you were just standing there watching him. you didn’t exactly know what to do but you did pick up the flowers you’ve picked for him. he was fast as a racing car to defeat all the hilichurl, he then rushed to your side.
“y/n why didn’t you call for me, my dove?” he asked, trying to stay as calm as possible, he didn’t want anything happen to you. not a scratch will even pass it. “i-i thought you were busy love.. i didn’t want to disturb you.. im sorry” you apologised to him, looking down in embarrassment. “dove, even if im busy or not.. you’re my number 1 priority. i couldnt let anything hurt you. please don’t hesitate to call me next time. if it’s you, then im always free” he said while reaching for your hand to caress it with his thumb. “i promise…” you replied. you reached from the flowers inside the basket and give it to xiao. “i was picking up flowers for you love.. i hope you like it!” you said giving xiao the flowers happily. xiao just stared at the flowers. you thought something was wrong until he said “my dove.. i.. i didn’t expect you to go into this danger just to pick up some flowers for me.. what did i ever do to deserve you..” xiao looked to the left and right making sure noone is near you and he kissed you cheek. you can feel your cheeks heat up a bit. everytime he does something to you, you can’t help but feel your cheeks getting warmer and warmer. “i love you, xiao.” you kissed back his cheek. “i love you too, dove.” xiao was still caressing your hand as you both enjoyed the silence of the nature.
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yippieee i hope you guys like this one too! sorry if its cringe… but anyway have a nice day and advices are always accepted!
#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin impact xiao#xiao x reader#xiao x you#xiao fluff#xiao headcanons
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Group E Round 2
[image ID: the first image is of Goo, a blue blob with a 2 little black eyes and a half smile. the second image is of Shrimp, a black creature with a blue and white collar. he has bright white eyes, 4 spindly legs, a long tail, and an oblong head. end ID]
Goo
okay so goo . goo is like the silliest little goofball ive seen on a web series . he dances with PINECONES and makes and says weird wacky analogies and keeps all of them in little notebook for later use and also made a 3-5 hour film for his best friend bot after they said they wanted a new identity BUT he single-handedly spent like 30mil dollars or something for that but it’s okay hes trying his best !!!!! also he did NOT deserve to be voted out for that i really hope goo and bot reunite btw because they didnt get to talk much right before goo’s elimination and not ONLY that but literally goo got eliminated BEFORE he got to see bot’s transition he doesn’t even know that their name is bot he still thinks its tbd (…like literally. he still thinks their name is literally “tbd” because they said their name was tbd. yeah he’s kinda dumb like that but it’s okay i love him for it/p) as far as i know
anyways their silly little meaningful conversation before his elimination that made me cry "yeah,, i liked it !! but.. it was,,. a lot :[ listen goo,, i-i dont need this new identity to be such a big grand spectacle , i just want you to treat me like. llike me . with all the uncertainty lately, it helps everything feel just a bit more,, normal , yknow .?"
“oh,, ohfor sure ,! i get it !! it’s like,, you just wanted a slice of cake, and i went and gave you the whole bakery ,:D !!”
“hehe, yyup, nailed it !! ,:)” UWAHHHHHHH😭/LH/POS
and also he’s apart of an alliance with his bestie called the cheer factory !!!! and they focus on cheering people up and theysure as hell do well at it !!!!! they cheered up clover and the floor ithink yes the floor is a character ssshshshshhsshh / and goo literally lost one of the challengesbecause he laughed at the floor’s joke in order to cheer him up AND HE DID NOT CARE he was just glad he got to cheer somebody up !!!!!
“another satisfied customer at the,, CHEER FACTORY !!! :D” LITERALLY HE WAS SO HAPPY
and also when goo and bot were separated into two seperate teams goo is IMMEDIATELY sad when he notices bot isnt with him “sigh… i guess the cheer factory has become the.., cheer llc. :[“ I FELT SO BAD FOR THE BOTH OF THEM / but ahemem anyways goo is a silly little goober and that’s why he should be in this competition !!!🎉🎉
also a few extra bonus facts about him (sorry not sorry/lh/silly)
1 . he doesnt have limbs but like he also doesnt write with his mouth . his voice actor said he dances on top of the paper until it leaves a smudge
2 . did i mention he dances with pinecones/silly
3 . he likes fudge sundaes 🎉🎉
4 . his voice actor has made him diss subway before due to a request on one of his livestreams ( “lalalalala- SUBWAY⁉️eat fresh my butt‼️>:[[” )
5 . hes blue
Shrimp
Ok so Shrimp is public enemy #1 and I love him. He's the funny little guy you see on your loading screen during the game who you don't think much of until eventually you find an asylum on one of the floors of the Upturned Inn and oops! Shrimp is there! And you need to free him to progress, which Ik is alarmed by even though you can also just tell him you didn't see/free Shrimp. You can put a collar on this little guy to make him look snazzy, despite how little he's with you. On the floors where he's friendly he kind of just follows you around, so you get to have a little buddy for parts of the game! He's basically just your pet dog who may or may not be severely dangerous. And by may or may not I mean a definite yes he is, because he turns aggressive when he gets especially hungry. He can eat the food objects scattered around, though, so that's avoidable! He can also stay with you for nice little elevator rides, which does concern Ik, but it works out! until he starts trying to attack you but if you don't feed your dog then I don't care if it attacks you
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#obscurecharactershowdown#group e round 2#obscure poll#goo inanimate insanity#inanimate insanity#shrimp the upturned#the upturned
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You hold me for a little (Curtains closed to the end of the world)
Three times Meryl is loaned a jacket by the men in their ragtag group through their journey and the one time she borrows it at the end of it all.
| Vashmery/Stryfewood/Mashwood |
| Grief | Persistence of hope | Father figure Roberto | Flirty Vash | | Wolfwood experiences the mortifying ordeal of being Perceived with Care | Meryl gets to cry in emotional support titties (again) |
Orignally inspired by this lovely piece by @briizer even though it wildly spun away from that. Also on AO3.
I
When Meryl first spots the cluster of buildings in the distance, she isn’t sure if they’re really there or a wishful figment of her imagination after driving more than twelve hours without a break.
As the settlement comes closer, she feels the tension curling stronger still in her limbs. Is it safe to stop? Meryl isn’t even sure whose safety she’s doubting at the moment - theirs or the strangers’ that could end up with the same fate as Jeneora Rock. There’s no rock there anymore, she thinks numbly.
“We got to recharge the car,” Roberto breaks the silence. Her fingers curl tighter around the steering wheel, as if it could give her back control over anything.
They’re allowed inside without much questioning, which is a blessing, because Meryl doesn’t think she’s got much talking left in her at this rate. The couple running a makeshift inn of sorts are welcoming and don’t overcharge for electricity.
"Survivors of Jeneora?" The older man asks, after giving them a quick once-over.
There's no real way to hide it, they're still dirty and bloody, Vash looks more like a corpse than a passenger in the back seat. (Her blood ran cold when she looked back at him, passed out and still, and she thought he had succumbed to some wound she had missed. It was the only time they stopped, just long enough for her to scramble in the back and shake him awake in panic, to make sure that he was okay. As much as any of them could be.)
"Yeah, we were just passin' through when shit went down. Got real lucky," Roberto says.
"You poor things, that must've been so awful. I hope they bring that Typhoon fella to justice soon, this is getting out of hand," the innkeeper’s wife’s voice is full of compassion.
It's only Roberto's grip on her lower arm that holds her back from physically launching towards the counter and pouring out how wrong they are. Her lip wobbles instead and she looks down, at her scuffled shoes and the floor that blurs.
They’re immediately invited to stay the night to rest and recover, but Roberto insists they’ve got to keep moving as their (made-up) family must be worrying. Meryl is thankful for that, she doesn’t know if she’d keep her composure under a barrage of questions and sympathy.
There’s just enough time while the car charges to use the kindly-offered amenities, though. While Vash remains in the car, she and Roberto take turns scrubbing themselves clean and changing clothes in a tiny bathroom. Her jacket is thrown into a hurried wash and she tries not to think about Tonis’ blood going down the drain. Fails.
While it starts drying in the sun, she joins Roberto on the bench outside, next to the charging station. It’d be nice to hide from the heat, but she doesn't know where or how to be, exactly. Never did, really. It’s worse now, the thought of not seeing where Vash is like a panicked needle trying to cover her lungs in puncture marks. (Is it because she’s afraid for him or herself without him there?)
The wind is rough and feels surprisingly cold without her jacket, the dichotomy between it and the sun making her foggy headed. Or maybe it’s the lack of sleep.
There's a rustle of fabric and suddenly, with a waft of cigarette smoke, something is draped over her. It takes Meryl a second before she realizes that Roberto has thrown the side of his jacket around her. She glances up at him, but he’s staring ahead as he smokes, so she shifts to sit right next to him and pulls the cloth around her.
It’s nice, like a makeshift barrier against, well, everything, really. Even if the principle of it is more powerful than the actual physical protection. She allows herself to slump forwards a little, arms wrapping around her knees, which she pulls up to her chest, but one of her hands still holds the corner of the jacket closed so the wind doesn’t rip the cover away.
They don’t speak and it’s kinder that way, Meryl can close her eyes and almost picture it is her father sitting next to her. Like he never would. And maybe now she finally won’t need him to.
Being lucky is part of being a good reporter, Roberto had said. Maybe it had had a hand in him ending up as her mentor, too.
II
Meryl wakes in the thinning dusk of an early morning. Roberto is snoring nearby and everything feels the kind of calm that is trapped behind a glass. If she had nightmares, she does not remember them and that is a kind of gift, too.
For a couple minutes, she tries to chase after the wisps of sleep, but gives up quickly enough. Having an hour to herself before the rest of the group wakes up is a rarity she doesn’t feel like wasting, even if she doesn’t have a plan for it, either.
As quietly as possible, Meryl gets out of the creaking bed and, later, down the stairs that love to whine if she steps in the middle of them where they’re more worn.
The horizon is barely beginning to burn with sunrise and the wind is freezing cold as it greets her. She sinks deeper into her jacket and pulls the beanie lower over her ears, but continues down the sleeping street. She doesn’t know what she’s looking for, but she knows the quiet urge to walk, walk into the vastness until she melts into it.
Watching the suns come up will have to do, Meryl decides. She finds a ladder to the top of the shabby fortifications around the town and then onto one of the boxes there. The wind almost rips her hat off and she is starting to reconsider her plans, just when she hears someone approach.
Before she can look, the person speaks up: “Good morning, Meryl.” She knows the voice, huskier with sleep as it may be, and immediately relaxes. Vash.
“Good morning,” she says, rubbing her hands up and down her arms. There is a long yawn, right behind her. Meryl affords herself a smile, knowing that he won’t see it, as she pictures his sleepy face the way she’s seen it in the mornings when he seems to be less haunted - all boyish and soft.
“I didn’t wake you up, right?” It’d seem an illogical question, if the other person was anyone but Vash who seems to notice much more than he tries to let on. But her job is to notice.
“No, of course not,” Vash reassures her and she chooses to believe him, even if it doesn’t explain why he’d come and find her.
They are quiet for a minute or two, other than the wind billowing and the creaking of the wooden box as she keeps shifting her weight in an attempt to keep warm.
“I could lend you my jacket, if you’d like?” He speaks into her ear, low and deceivingly soft, and much closer than she thought he was. Meryl startles and hides her face in the collar of her jacket so he won’t see the heat that has nothing to do with the chill spreading across her face, all the way to the tip of her ears.
“Oh, thank you, but I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold, I’m used to feeling chilly anyway,” she says the second she thinks she has her voice under control.
“That won’t be a problem.” Before she can process his matter-of-fact tone, Meryl is pulled back so that her back hits his chest and red flutters around them for a split second. In another moment, she’s securely trapped and zipped up in his coat, only her head peeking out.
“Vash?!” she squeaks, quite belatedly.
“Never said anything about taking my jacket off, did I,” his tone is cheeky and she pokes him with her elbow, earning an exaggerated yelp. But it is so much warmer like this, almost too much, even, and absurdly, Meryl wonders if he can somehow sense how fast her heart is beating.
If he does, Vash seems unperturbed, letting his chin rest on the top of her head and propping his arms over her shoulders, giving an illusion of leaning on her though Meryl knows it’s nothing more than that and she’d be no real support to his height or weight. But even this pretense makes her heart swell with ache-edged joy.
She sinks back into him and his sturdy, welcoming heat just a little and rests her head against his left arm. It’s only when he tenses she realizes it’s his prosthetic - not that she didn’t know, just that it doesn’t really matter to her. She should’ve been more mindful of him, though.
“Is it uncomfortable?” she asks, turning to look at him. Vash is staring down at her with one of those expressions she can’t decipher all the while reading too far into them. (Like she’s something surprising and wonderful, like there is a gentle light pouring out of him, just for her.)
“No! No.” It seems honest enough, so Meryl returns to how she was before, feels him relax - gradually, like he’s allowing himself an inch of peace minute by minute. Her heartbeat evens out, too, and she realizes she isn’t observing the calm anymore, she’s in it, sinking into it like the kindest quicksand.
She lets it take her, smiling as they greet the suns rising together. Whatever squabbles they might end up having later, no matter how arduous the drive might be later, Meryl knows it’s going to be a beautiful day.
Maybe even more than that, if they get lucky.
III
In the doorway, Meryl takes another look at the form beneath the covers. Vash hasn’t stirred still, not since he had slowly crumbled to his knees and then onto the floor as the plant markings grew in almost blinding intensity before fading as suddenly as they had revealed themselves. She is thankful for that, it had made getting off the sandsteamer simpler, because even in the middle of the chaos someone would pay attention to a glowing man.
“Go, I’ll keep an eye on him and call you if he wakes up,” Roberto tells her from his chair at the bedside, noticing that she’s hesitating. Suppressing a sigh, Meryl nods and closes the doors behind her quietly.
The First floor of the saloon is noisy, filled with people from the sandsteamer and local townspeople drinking, panicking and discussing today’s events. She squeezes past them, pretends the crowd and the noise aren’t like a crushing weight, bursts through the door and lets the cold air hit her. Her inhales are deep and shaky and-
“Hey!” A hand grabs her and pulls her to the side, away from the doorway, a second before the exit bursts open and a drunken patron stumbles out.
“Sorry. I guess I’m a little out of it,” she says to Wolfwood, his hand still on her shoulder. It’s heavy and warm and makes her feel a bit more tethered to the present, like she won’t float up into the night sky because of the emptiness in her chest.
“Can’t really blame ya there. It’s been quite the day.” He releases her and puts out the stub of his cigarette, pulls out a new one and she watches how his hand shakes just so when he tosses the lighter and catches it.
“Nothing like yours and Vash’s.” She doesn’t really know what happened on the deck, who was the half-masked man, but the way Nicholas had screamed is still ringing somewhere deep in her. It might always.
When he says nothing, Meryl tilts her head back, watches the smoke drifting upward the clear night sky. The vastness of it, of today, crashes down on her again and the void in her chest grows heavy, like a bomb, and her whole body starts shivering with the effort of trying to keep it from exploding.
“I used to call him a coward. But it’s me who was a coward all along. I still am. I’m so scared for him and you and Roberto, and all those people on the sandsteamer, they could have died and I am so sorry for what happened to -”
Wolfwood pulls her out of the sentence and into him, pulling his jacket around her and sealing it with his arm wrapped around her. He is warm and firm and real. He’s here and she clings to that, pushes through the nausea sloshing in her stomach at the scent of blood and cigarettes.
One side of his shirt is drenched in blood and she presses her face into his chest on the opposite side. It’s a miracle he is alive, it’s a miracle how fast the welts on his hands are healing. She doesn’t know how much this miracle costs him, but she is thankful for it. Meryl wraps her arms around his waist, trying to find the words to say just that.
Wolfwood is quicker. “Roberto said you’d refused to budge. You had the fuckin’ luxury of choice and you stayed.” Meryl shakes her head in reply - it had been a choice, but it also wasn’t. If she had walked away and people had died, it wouldn’t be much of a living afterward. She knows Roberto understands, he wouldn’t have stayed otherwise.
Nicholas pats her on the back, either to shush her before she speaks or in an attempt to soothe her, while he continues: “I think… Bein’ afraid doesn’t make you a coward. If you don’t do nothing, that’s when you’re one. So, uh, thanks for stickin’ around.”
Then, he barks a quiet, cracked laugh. “God, look at the shit I’m saying, Blondie’s really rubbin’ off on me, huh?”
“You’re not so different, you know,” she tells him, pulling back just enough to look up at him as she thinks of the desperate, foolish way he’d decided to save Hopeland armed with only this want to (and swept them all up in his belief), “thank you for staying, too.” For following Vash when they almost hadn’t, for being here, in this moment, with her, instead of taking off who knows where. Or at least to the orphanage he worked so hard to protect.
With only the ghost of light from the saloon's window and his cigarette’s ember, it’s hard to see his expression, but she feels the way his arm tightens around her and the deep inhale he holds, holds. For a moment, Meryl feels the need to reach up and touch his face, smooth her thumb over the tension in his jaw, to tell him it’s alright to let it go here, where it’s just them.
Before she can act on it, Nicholas' other arm comes up to wrap around her, hand cradling the back of her head and gently pushing it back into his chest, as if he cannot bear to have her looking at him any longer.
It hurts somehow, as if on his behalf, and she hugs him tighter, grips the back of his shirt in her fists, as if that way she can force some comfort back onto him. She knows so damn little, not even how to really help these men that her stubbornness and maybe some kind of fucked up version of fate has brought into her life. And it’s just not damn fair. To any of them.
Her tremors turn into quiet sobs then, even as her thoughts rain lashes down on her - you should be comforting him, he lost someone today, he is so very hurt and he must’ve been so scared for Hopeland, and now you make him coddle you instead - and it only makes her cry harder.
Nicholas doesn’t say anything, just holds her until the vastness of tears inside her are consumed by the void again and she grows still and empty in the safety of his jacket and arms. Meryl doesn’t know how long it has taken, her only time gauge is his cigarette that has burned down to the filter.
“I owe you a shirt,” she croaks out, unsticking her face from where her tears have soaked through it. It’s hardly the worst that has happened to it today and, honestly, she just wants him in a clean one as soon as possible so she can pretend to stop thinking about the bullet wounds that would’ve put any other man in the grave.
“I’ll write up the check tomorrow, don’t you worry about it.” He loosens his hold on her, but she doesn’t rush to extract herself. They’re back to playing at normalcy in their words, but separating still feels scary somehow, as if he could just crumble or disappear if she isn’t touching him. Or maybe she’s afraid that’s what will happen to her. (Always afraid, always stalling.)
She wipes her nose with the back of her sleeve, draws a breath and pulls gently away from Wolfwood. The night feels so much colder than before and she immediately shrinks back into herself a little. All the more reason to get back inside.
“We should get some food before the saloon closes, bring it up to Vash and Roberto,” she tells Nicholas. Whenever Vash wakes, he will need to eat, even if he tries to refuse.
“I’ll join you in a few.” Wolfwood lights another cigarette, but it’s an excuse and maybe he needs the time alone that she had interrupted, but it doesn’t feel right to leave him out here.
She takes his hand gingerly, so as not to upset the welts on his palms. “Come. We will keep the window open, Roberto’s already smoking in there.”
He doesn’t say no, but doesn’t move, either.
“Please, Nicholas.”
His fingers curl around hers and he allows her to drag him back into the building, into the light like she's the world's smallest locomotive that can somehow move a sandsteamer.
If only she could always do that, she thinks; hold him and Vash away from whatever darkness licks at their heels, hold them without restraining them. Keep them safe in ways they’d never give permission themselves to be.
+IV
It's another day and another walk through the open grave of JuLai. Meryl is starting to lose count of both, it's only her notes that keep the flow of time in check.
Being a reporter had given her some privilege to go where others could not, though very little was enforced in the first days. There was hardly anyone to do it, after all.
That is how she knows there is nothing to find in the very epicenter of the explosion - only a field of half molten sand, like a murky eye glaring at the sky. Still, she had scrambled and slid her way through it, looking for a sign of impact, maybe a scrap of cloth. Anything, really. It had been Wolfwood to pull her away from there after hours or maybe days, set her on her feet outside the glassy indent and tell her he isn't there.
Where, then? Where?! she had demanded, hands fisting in the front of his jacket. His silence had been the only answer, his palms heavy on her shoulders.
For a man of faith, Nicholas doesn't believe much. And still, she knows he is out there, too, searching, helping and hoping. They will meet later and hold each other's hands so they don't feel as achingly empty, like they do most nights nowadays.
She does her job, too, of course. Takes photos that will take permanent residency in her nightmares, interviews survivors and the people that come to seek signs of their loved ones, dead or alive. She documents again and again the moment when the torture of not-knowing tears itself apart and becomes insurmountable grief, devouring the person.
Maybe someday it will loosen its jaws and let the healing begin, the sort that having no answer can never give.
As for her, Meryl doesn't know what hope looks like for her anymore. Just that she can't give it up yet.
(They have not found Roberto’s body yet, might never, but she knows his fate. That loss is heavy on her hands, the memory of his blood like a set of steel rings every time she holds her camera, brings out her notebook. It’s the only thing she can do for him now - do her best damn job of sharing the truth of this tragedy. His. Theirs.)
She stops to take a photo of a once glimmering neon sign sticking out of sand next to a pit, like a welcome sign to hell - see, we are still Open, come join us. It is then that she notices a piece of fabric flapping in the wind a little ways up and ahead. For a second she even mistakes it for a figure standing there.
The color is wrong, but not unfamiliar, and the sun catches on some metal detailing, sending a jolt through her that shocks her body back into movement. Meryl scrambles up the dune, over the wreckage, hisses when something sharp cuts into her palm, but doesn't stop until she's holding the coat in her trembling hands.
Because it is the coat, Vash's coat. Torn and stained dark, but she knows the Project SEEDS patch, knows the cut of it, knows it, even if the texture of the fabric seems to have changed in the process Vash underwent in the vat. (Like all of them changed that hour.)
With a strangled noise, Meryl presses her face into it, imagines that time and wind and the horrors haven't erased the soft, sweet scent of him from it.
When she regains her composure, Meryl gives the garment more thorough inspections, looking for any hints about what has happened to its owner. There isn't really anything, other than the fact it exists and has been discarded, as if taken off in a hurry. Or maybe left behind as a sign.
She scratches at the dark color lightly, to see if it would come off. Vash had liked - likes - the red. Maybe Luida can help her restore the original color, fix the tears. The thought makes her smile and she stands there, basks in the warmth of it, for a while.
Then, she folds the coat carefully and presses it to her chest, speaking into the quiet: "I'm going to borrow this, Vash. I hope you don't mind. Just for a while, I promise." Until you come back to us. Until we find you. Let it be a while and no longer, please, please, please.
After a long, memorizing look and a few photos taken so that she can surely find this place again, Meryl descends the hill with a lighter heart than she can remember having. In a minute, she's running in the direction Nicholas should be in, still smiling.
This is her current favorite place in the world, scarred and barren as it is. This is the new epicenter of her hope. Their hope.
#trigun#trigun stampede#vashmeryl#stryfewood#mashwood#my fic#when will I write something not tinged with grief and pain for this fandom? probably not that soon
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Merry Christmas Secret Santa @primary-visions
The day was coming to an end. The sky was painted with bright oranges, light pinks, and stark purples and indigo, just enough light for the three travelers to see by as they made it to their destination. The town was small but thrived on the travelers that must pass through to reach farther lands. There was a comfy inn called Drunk Rats. There was an obvious sign of forgers and black smith smokestacks further in town, but the three travelers were too tired to truly explore the town further than what they could see. Well, the only human of the group was tired. The two automatons traveling with the human could continue for forever if they so choose, but it was time for the two to check if anything needs oiling or if dust needs to be taken out of gears. Staying at an inn was a great place to check for such things.
“Oh! This place is so cute looking. Do you think I should have my house here?” Soliel asked as he examined the old but sturdy building they were entering. His metal hands touched at the wood gently as he walked with the others.
The inn wasn’t overwhelmingly loud, but it was noisy with low talking as a dwarf bard near the fireplace strummed on her lute. Candle holders caked with the remains of past candles sat against the support beams of the building as the newly lit candles’ lights danced, giving the whole place a soft golden glow.
“You say that about every village or town we walk into,” Hati stated, ribbing his follow automat with playfulness and annoyance.
“There are so many good places to live at!” Soliel said, getting defensive. “I want to live at the perfect place.”
The human companion, the artificer of the group, sighed at their bickering. They left Hati and Soliel to bicker like siblings that have been together for far too long as they approached the owner of the inn at the front desk.
“Hi. Do you have room for the three of us? We’ll just take one room.”
The human woman looked like she was nearing her golden age. Maybe in her fifties if the gray in her blond hair told them anything. The front desk woman had on a very low-cut dress that was brown and blue in color. It looked nice on her. She looked at the artificer and then at their bickering companions behind them. “Are those things yours?”
The human companion sighed in disappointment at that. “They’re my friends.”
There was a pause as the older woman looked at the artificer with one cocked eyebrow. They didn’t elaborate to the woman, so she shrugged then said, “It’ll be two gold pieces per night stay. Do you have any horses or livestock with you?”
“No, it’s just the three of us,” they said as they dug out ten gold pieces. Then they placed them on the counter and the woman took the money and placed a key in its place.
“Your room will be upstairs, on the right, at the end of the hallway.”
“Thank you.”
They went back to their automaton buddies. They overheard them fighting over hypotheticals about how they would handle fighting a bugbear. Hati was proudly saying he’d demolish the bugbear with the perfect strike while Soliel gave him the most leveling look an automaton could give when his face is only a mask of an artistic sun.
“Okay. Let’s go boys. I hear a bath calling my name.”
“Coming,” they both cheered as they followed the artificer up the stairs.
The next day, as the sun rose, Soliel was the first to rise and he went to explore the little town. It was full of people. Mostly humans, as he’s accustomed to seeing, but he has also noticed there’s another thriving population of lizardfolk as well, along with a small, odd population of dwarves, elves and half-orcs. It really did seem like a nice town, with old but well-kept buildings, a flower shop, a sizable food market, two smith shops, a ceramic shop and a stone and wood cutter shop. Soliel circled back to the food market to buy a little snack for his sunshine friend but as he browsed what the food stalls had to offer, he noticed that there really wasn’t much to see. The portions were much too small for what size they should have been, or they were so old that they were starting to rot a bit, which isn’t a good sign.
Soliel looked to the current food stall owner, who’s stall that he was browsing, and it was a young lizardfolk man sitting behind the cart. He was maybe in his late twenties or early thirties. His scales looked dull, and his face looked gaunt, like he hasn’t had a good meal in a while. He was wearing a simple tunic shirt and it hung off him loosely.
“Excuse me my good man.”
The lizardfolk man blinked a bit, like he was taken out of his thoughts and then he turned his snout towards the automaton. He blinked some more before his eyebrow ridges raised higher on his face as he regarded Soliel. “Yes?”
“I was just wondering, is your town coming across hard times recently.” The bardic automaton motioned towards the lizardfolk’s wares for emphases.
The lizardfolk man sighed as he leaned back into his chair. “No. It is not recently. It’s been four years.”
“Oh my! What’s wrong?”
“Look. I don’t have time for your curiosity, stranger. Either buy something or leave.” He didn’t say it with any power. He sounded like a man who’s extremely tired.
# # #
“What do you mean he won’t tell me more! I rolled high on my charisma! I persuaded the heck out of him!” Sun whined to you, the Dungeon Master.
“Look Sun, that’s just all he’s willing to answer. He doesn’t see you as a threat but you’re just an automaton to him. He doesn’t know your backstory, so he doesn’t think you’d understand anything more than what he said.”
Sun slouched in the kitchen chair as he crossed his arms with a huff.
Moon chuckled playfully as he rolled a twenty-sided die between his fingers. “You should have threatened him if you wanted more information.”
Sun sighed, his voice box glitching to give it a gravelly affect. “That’s not the point of my character.”
From across the kitchen table, Moon shrugged with little remorse at him.
“So are you going to leave the lizard man alone, Sun,” you asked.
“I’ll buy those carrots and leave,” he said in defeat as he leaned his flat face up to the ceiling in another show of pouting.
You nod and then turn back to Moon. “Okay. What is Hati up to then as this is going on, Moon?”
Moon gave a thoughtful hum as he considered his choices.
# # #
Hati snuck through the gray alleyways of the town in the early morning. Having left his little artificer to sleep alone as soon as Sun left. He was scouting out the town for the richest people he can steal from. Some small part of Hati could practically hear Soliel say how he shouldn’t steal from people or how wrong it is. His long-time friend and assumed brother isn’t wrong, but Hati doesn’t care. He likes the thrill of stealing from the rich and using it for himself to buy whatever he wants. He sometimes even gives what he steals to the poor kids they encounter on their travels and that usually shuts up Soliel.
Eventually he came across a government building that was just starting to wake up. At least that’s what it seemed to Hati from his observations. The automaton snuck into the building through a locked back door. The few people he crossed as he snuck through the government building were some general staff that were talking about how hard it’s been to feed their kids and when they are going to be able to farm properly again. Hati shrugged at that as he continued his way to where he deduced the mayor’s coffers to be.
He narrowly avoided being caught by the mayor’s secretary as he was trying to unlock the door that led to the mayor’s office and therefor to their coffers. The secretary was running out of the office after getting news of some kind. Hati didn’t care for what for, he just wanted money and to get out of there. He inspected the mayor’s office to find it looking drab. Usually, a head of office has a luxurious setting with unnecessary gold-plated items. Hati mentally shrugs at the lack of finery. Relegating it to the town being too small for the mayor to get away with. He found the safe and unlocked it with ease. All that was in the safe was a pouch of thirty silver pieces.
# # #
“Ah! What!” Moon complained over Sun’s laughter.
“That’s all you find Moon,” you repeat.
“Noooo! My character isn’t interested in stealing if it’s not gold. How does a government office not have gold!” Moon ranted.
“Well, obviously this town isn’t doing so well,” Sun stated with smug satisfaction.
Moon could only grouch some more against Sun and you.
“Will you now check to see if there are any papers or documents for why this town is falling on such hard times?” Sun pleaded.
Moon mechanically sighed, then said, “Fine… What do I roll for again DM?”
“Investigation.”
Moon took his twenty-sided die and tossed it on the table. It made little clacking noises before settling. “What does a 12 get me?”
You cleared your throat. “You’ve been in plenty of offices before. You easily spot that there is a locked filing cabinet in the back right corner of the room, behind the mayor’s desk.”
“Alright. Let me just roll for Slight of Hand and unlock this sucker.” Moon rolled his twenty-sided die again. “Yes! An eighteen! So all together that’s a twenty-seven.”
“Tell me again why you chose to be a ranger and not a rouge,” you asked.
“It’s too on the nose,” Moon said with a shrug.
“Sometimes, being on the nose isn’t so bad,” Sun stated.
Moon gave his sunny counterpart the best dead pan look that a robot can when their face is frozen in a permanent smile.
# # #
Hati muttered to himself as he looked through the papers. Documents of the dead. Documents of newborns. Documents of housing. Reports on farms. Hati decided to look through those a bit more closely. From his quick scanning of the texts, Hati found that the town is having a bit of a bear problem. He would have looked more into it now that his curiosity has been piqued, but then he heard someone running down the halls towards the office he was in, and he had to bail out of the nearest window. He initially tried to jump through the window while it was closed, but he wasn’t strong enough to break it and instead had to open it and then jump out the window. He jumped with the grace of an egg falling out of a nest and hurting himself as he landed on the ground. He quickly ran back to The Drunk Rats Inn.
The Artificer was drinking water-down beer for breakfast as it seemed that was all the Inn Keeper and Cook were able to provide as food, when Hati and Soliel came back from their exploring. Hati was walking like his ass was broken and Soliel was holding the sadist bundle of carrots the Artificer has ever seen.
“What have you two been up to?”
“Something is wrong here,” they both said. Then in sync both automatons turned to each other and pointed at each other at the same time, saying, “You too?”
“Slow down. Why don’t you two sit down with me and then tell me what’s going on,” The Artificer stated.
“Uh… Soliel, do you mind giving me a hand?”
The sunshine robot rolled his head as he let out a mechanical sigh. He sat the carrots on the table in front of their human friend then he pulled out his ukulele and sang a little song to heal the broken machinery of Hati’s ass.
“Thank you,” the moon themed robot said cheerfully.
Soliel only grumbled a bit in response as he sat down with him and the Artificer. Hati went first telling the group about what he found, and he rolled his head as they told him how much they disapproved of him trying to steal from people… again. Then Soliel talked about his little romp through town and how lovely it is here but also how everyone doesn’t seem to be all that well fed.
“You think that has anything to do with those bear problem reports you found, Hati,” the Artificer asked.
“I don’t know how a bear or even a group of bears could make things go so wrong around here. I would think the local rangers would have taken them down by now.”
“Maybe they don’t have rangers in this area,” Soliel suggested.
The Artificer stood up and took the carrots with them and said, “Welp, there’s only one way to find out. Let’s go talk to some elderly.” The Artificer took the carrots with them, taking a bite out of them as the three of them walked, unfazed by the bad taste of the old carrots.
The three of them found the town square. There were young children gathered together talking or napping under the shade of the buildings and trees. A few young adults were cleaning the town square, making sure it’s clear of dirt and leaves. The elderly was in their own corner sitting around tables and playing boardgames of some kind. The three adventurers approached the elderly. Only one acknowledged their approached as he looked at them suspiciously.
“What do you strangers want?” The old man had a long gray beard, and the sun shined on his bald head, as if he somehow took the hair on his head and decided to place it on his face to shake up the last years of his life. He was rail thin, but he still had a fire in his eyes, like he’d use his skeleton-like hands to cut you open with just his fingernails.
“Well, my friends and I have noticed that your town seems to be having a hard time,” the Artificer started, “and we’re trying to figure out what’s wrong so we can help if we can. So what’s going on?”
“No! That’s none of your concern!” The old man stated as the other elderly nodded in agreement. Except for one lady who was hidden by the crowd saying, “Uh, we could use the help actually.” The old man turned towards the old woman’s voice and yelled, “Ah, shut up, Linda, they weren’t asking you!”
Hati took a step forward and lend towards the old man, then said, “Well now we are.”
Soliel was already walking towards Linda, “Pardon us.”
The old lady was bald, and you could obviously see that she didn’t have any teeth, but she still had a smile on her face that made the initial hostility surrounding them, seem dimmer.
“So what is going on, Madam,” Soliel asked politely.
“There’s this monstrous bear out in the woods that has three heads—”
“Bah! Your eyes are bad! It was a normal bear!” The old man stated.
“We weren’t asking you, now shut up,” Hati told off the old man. He was officially cowed by the moon themed automatons’ words.
“Please continue,” Soliel gently coxed Linda to continue.
“There’s this three-headed bear in the woods. It’s been giving us trouble ever since it’s been here. We’ve sent out so many rangers after it, who have never come back, that it’s felt useless to even ask for help anymore.”
“Well, we’re willing to help. We can take care of it for you,” Soliel said.
The old man spoke up with a shake to his voice, “Pah! What makes you three so special? I bet you’ll be asking for money for this service you are wanting to do.”
The Artificer quickly spoke up, “Of course. It’s only just enough money to support us to the next town we travel to. We need to eat and survive as well.”
The old man grumbled to himself as the other old folk nodded to that sound logic. The three of them get as much information as they can out of the towns folk and they bargained that if they succeed in killing the supposed three headed bear, they would be paid thirty gold pieces. Once everything was settled, the three adventures gathered their things and made their way into the nearby forest.
As the three of them walked through the forest, Soliel decided to softly strum on his ukulele to pass the time. Their human friend was lost in their own thoughts thinking about what new magical buffs they can add to their automaton friends. Hati took the lead as the ranger of the group and was trying to find bear tracks. After an hour of walking, Hati had suddenly stopped, and the other two-party members ran into him as a result.
“Dang it, Hati, what was that for. I was on a rhythm,” Soliel complained.
Hati put a finger to his face mask and made a shushing noise. Then in a whisper he asked, “Do you hear that?”
The three of them stood silently in the softly lit forest. All that was heard was the slight rustling of the breeze through the trees.
“I don’t hear anything,” the Artificer whispered. Soliel nodded in agreement with them.
“That’s right. There’s nothing. Not the sound of birds. Not the sound of wolves. Or dear or ferrets or any other animal that belongs to this forest. It’s too quiet. It’s like not even the insects are here.”
The Artificer felt goosebumps prickle their skin and Soliel huddled closer to them as they gripped their ukulele a little tighter.
“Did this bear just eat everything that’s in this forest?” The Artificer asked as they seriously took in their surroundings.
Hati took out two arrows from his quiver for him to grip in each hand. “I would bet good money on that being the case. Let’s keep moving. I know we’re getting closer to it.”
After that, the three of them got lost in the woods for an undetermined amount of time, because Hati was too proud to say he got lost after saying something that he thought made him sound cool. Eventually, the three of them got back on track. At a clearing in the woods, the party then found a big, dark cave with dried blood splattering its entrance and bones scattered everywhere.
“I think it would be nice if one of us knew necromancy,” the Artificer whispered.
“Yah, we could raise a whole skeleton army here,” Soliel whimpered.
“Welp, no time like the present to get this done,” Hati said. Then he ran screaming into the cave making his friends jump at the sudden noise.
Exasperated, Soliel yelled, “Hati why!”
The lunar automaton moved too fast for them to react and all they could do was watch him disappear as his voice echoed inside the cave. The two of them stood quietly as it got quiet in the cave.
“Oh good. It seems the bear isn’t in it’s cave right now,” the Artificer sighed.
Soliel felt a hot, wet breath on the back of his scrawny neck. The solar automaton whipped around so fast it made the human jump and the two of them came face to face with a bear. Its head is so large it was as long as Soliel was tall. Its eyes were blood shot, and drool dripped down its fuzzy maw. Then something moved around the neck of the giant bear, almost hidden and blended into its long, dark brown shaggy fur. It was two more heads, smaller than the head in the middle, but still just as dangerous looking. For the longest moment, the two of them stared down the massive creature as it sniffed at them. All six eyes then shifted to the Artificer.
“Oh, no…” They said as they started to back up from the encroaching bear.
In a panic Soliel cast Confusion on the three headed bear, music filled the air making the world seem wobbly and weak. His human friend shook their head against the music, resisting the magic the solar automaton cast. The three headed bear wasn’t so lucky as it recoiled and stood on its hind legs, looking as tall as a two-story tall building.
“Sorry!” Soliel yelled.
“It’s good! I’m good!”
An arrow shot forward and then hundreds more followed suit. The bear cried in pain, but only attached a near by tree. The two heroes turned to see Hati standing at the entrance of the cave, his bow smoking from using the spell Conjure Volley.
“So, the cave is empty.”
“Oh, you don’t say,” Soliel snapped back.
“Now’s not the time to argue,” their human friend yelled as they took special manacles out of their bags and placed them on their arms. Then like angel wings, four giant olden mechanical arms appeared on their back, having casted Bionic Arms on themselves. “I’m going to try and pin its heads.” They climbed up the bear, using the arrows lodged into its hide as leverage to climb up faster. The human managed to get on top of the middle head of the bear, but just as they were about to grapple the jaws shut, clarity came back to the bears eyes, and it immediately tried to shake the Artificer off. “Aaaaa! Heeeeelp!!!”
Soliel strummed on his ukulele and sang a song called Hold Monster. Immediately the three headed bear was still, but its body trembled as it tried to fight off the magical hold it was under. The human sighs in relief.
Hati shot two arrows from his bow at the bear, both striking true. The second arrow caused thick spiney vines to spout out of the ground and wrap around the three headed bear’s hind legs. Even though it couldn’t open its mouth as it was still being held down by Soliel’s magic, they heard it cry viciously from the pain.
The Artificer placed a pair of hands on each head, then used Taser. A charge of deadly electricity raced through the bear, causing its fur to smoke. Then the bear managed to break free of Soliel’s magic and one of the smaller bear heads managed to grab the Artificer by their boot. The bear shook them around before releasing them. The human flew through the sky and hit their back against a thick tree trunk and flopped to the forest floor.
Soliel reactively ran towards their human friend but as he tried to get to them, the bear managed to catch him with its paws and sent the automaton flying backwards, making him disappear into the bushes of the forest. The bear then got to work on biting the spiney vines off of its body.
Hati let loose another spell of Conjure Volley. Hitting the bear mostly in its back as it was in pain but still focused on getting itself free from the vines. The lunar automaton pulled out two arrows from his quiver and then charged at the bear with the arrows held high above his head.
The Artificer struggled to get back on to their feet, even when using their extra limbs as crutches. They looked up in time to see Hati flinging himself at the three headed bear. “Hati! It’s not even restrained anymore!” Their friend ignored them as the ranger robot continued to stab the now free bear with his arrows. The bear set its eyes on the human and growled hungerly at them as they started to lumber towards the only flesh and blood being within a hundred-foot radius. The Artificer pulled out a disk from their bag and as the bear got closer and opened its jaw towards them, the human threw the disk into their mouth. The bear retracted a bit, finding the odd disk tasting funny, then the human magically set it off and the disk blew up like a bomb in the bear’s mouth. The middle head gurgled in pain as the other two heads howled in pain with the middle head.
Soliel managed to finally drag himself out of the bush and came back into the clearing seeing that Hati was hanging on to the bear’s chest hair, and that his human friend was essentially cornered by a bloody mouthed bear. The bardic robot shook the leaves out of his ukulele and then started to strum Vicious Mockery, telling the bear how stupid it is and how weak and pathetic it is and how it doesn’t belong in the forest. It shook the three headed bear to its core. Hati barely managed to get out of the way as the bear fell to its stomach.
Hati aimed an arrow into the sky and as the arrow fell towards the downed bear, he cast Conjure Barrage and hundreds of arrows rained on the bears back. The bear let out a weak roar.
The Artificer kept their distance from the bear as they pointed with three hands at the creature. Then they let loose another Taser spell at the bear’s head. With one last weak gargle, the bear died before the three of them. The three of them sighed in relief.
“That was rough,” the human stated as they wiped sweat off their brow.
“That was an invasive species if I’ve ever seen one,” Hati remarked as he put away his bow and arrows.
“Yah, and maybe next time, don’t just run headfirst into a problem,” Soliel scolded his fellow automaton.
“It’s dead, isn’t it?”
“Guys, let’s cut its head off so we have proof we did the job. Soliel, do you have any juice left to heal me. I’m not feeling too good.”
The solar robot got it’s ukulele in position, “Of course.
# # #
“And then the three of you managed to drag the heads to the town and the towns folk rejoiced and had a big celebration in your honor for actually defeating the monster that has been terrorizing them for years. You were given your thirty gold pieces like you were promised and extra travel supplies as an extra thank you for what you three did. The end.” You said, finishing the campaign.
“Yay! Happy ending,” Sun said as he clapped.
“Thank you for this. We really enjoyed playing this with you,” Moon stated.
“Of course. I’m happy you two were interested in trying it with me.”
Sun nodded with a giddy mechanical hum and Moon held your hand. Then the three of you cleaned up your dnd mess and continued your day doing chores and personal hobbies.
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Chapter 1
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Gray woke up from his nap with the feeling of someone poking his cheek. He grumbled and turned his head, but the person didn’t give up. His eyes opened slowly, facing a serious Erza. She looked impatient.
“Come, we arrived. the others are outside just waiting for you.”
He rubbed his eyes groggily, took his suitcase and followed Erza out of the train. Natsu was sitting at the bench, waiting for the sickness to pass while Lucy stroked his hair. Wendy sat by their side, eyes closed and head up. It was the best she could do since she didn’t have a pillow (or Lucy’s thighs apparently) to rest her head against. Erza, in her general mode, rushed them to get better quickly. Natsu tried to say something, but stopped and covered his mouth before he puked in her shoes. Gray let out a chuckle.
“What is it, Gray-sama?” He looked at Juvia, who stared back at him with curiosity. It felt different having her around during a “team Natsu” mission.
Gray had been surprised when, the day before, Erza showed him a pamphlet and told them they were going on a mission. He had assumed that since they had recently returned from the one hundred years quest, the group would take some time to relax and take missions with other people. He needed that time, honestly, and since he had some things to take care of, he wasn’t feeling like going away so soon. He took the paper either way and read it. It was an easy mission with a big reward. He would have accepted it on another occasion, but he had some money stored from the quest’s end. He told Erza that he didn’t feel like it, but she didn’t falter.
“There’s no debate. I already told the requester that Team Natsu will be there tomorrow.”
Gray rolled his eyes.
“Erza, it’s not even in Magnolia. We’ll take more than a day to return and I want to stay by the guild for a while.”
Erza seemed to consider what he said before she spoke again, in a clearer voice. “Okay, then I’ll invite Juvia to go with us.”
Woah, what? Gray stood shocked as Erza went to talk to her blue haired friend. His first impulse was to stop her, but he thought better not to. Erza wouldn’t give up on the mission and inviting Juvia was a way to spend time with her, even if not the way he had planned. Gray had been thinking about a way to ask her out on a date ever since he got back in Magnolia. However, every time he thought he’d finally have courage, he just backed down. What was going on with him? He finally had come to terms with his feelings and even read that stupid book Minerva gave him! This should be an easy task for the man. Anyway, he was glad that Erza invited Juvia to come with them. Even if he didn’t have courage to confess yet, it was always nice being next to her.
"Gray-sama?"
Gray looked at Juvia, who was still by his side.
“It’s nothing, I’m just laughing at Natsu’s stupidity.”
“I heard that, ice prick!” Natsu yelled , sitting up from Lucy’s lap and pointing a finger at him. He seemed to have gotten better from the motion sickness “You want me to kick your ass?”
“More like I’ll kick yours, flame brain!” Gray tossed his coat aside and Juvia caught it from the ground.
Erza stopped the both of them before they started brawling in the middle of the train station. Then, she led the group to the main square of Aster village.
“You guys wait here by the fountain as I find out how to get to the inn. No fighting, okay?” Satisfied with Natsu and Gray’s enthusiastic yes, Erza went to search for information.
“Man, I really need to get some sleep.” Natsy grumbled
“I feel awesome.”
“Of course you do, Gray, you had a veeery comfortable pillow.”
Gray hissed at Natsu to shut up, but his blush was already giving him away. Yeah, resting his head on her shoulder during the trip had felt very nice and he could still remember the smell of her perfume (even though by then it was always on his mind).
He huffed and walked away from the group, pretending to be very interested in the shops by the square. While eyeing the glasses them, a jewelry store suddenly drew his attention. There were many pretty necklaces, but one of them shone brighter than the others. The chain was made of silver and the pendant featured a blue stone in the format of a drop. It was pretty...
It would make a nice gift for her. Gray considered the idea for a moment, but after looking at the price he gave up. Too bad, it would look match Juvia’s eyes.
“Guys!” Erza called them. “The inn is a few blocks away. We could go there now, but I suggest we eat something first.”
Everyone agreed. They chose a nearby restaurant and got in. Before they got themselves a table, Juvia announced she'd go to the restroom.
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Juvia rushed to find a bathroom hoping that nobody would take the place next to her beloved. Suddenly, someone bumped into her.
“Shit! Look where you’re going!”
Juvia was about to apologize when she looked at the face of the man standing next to her. He looked familiar, long blue hair and tanned skin, in his thirties. She took a while to picture where she knew him from, but what made her remember was the “x” tattoo on his brow.
Bora.
She stood there, frozen. In all those years, Juvia completely forgot about his existence. They've dated for a few months when she was about sixteen. At the time, she liked him. He made her feel less alone and for her that was enough. Until he broke it off because of her rain.
Bora hadn’t magically vanished and he hadn't been part of her imagination. He was there, older, but real.
“Hello, girl? Are you okay?”
Juvia eyed him, confused. He didn’t remember who she was?
“Yes, sorry.”
“Okay, then.” He looked at her for a second and his face changed from annoyed to… intrigued? “Anyway, doll, I have to get back to my table. See you around.” With a last wink, Bora left.
Juvia ran to the bathroom, entered the first stall she saw, and cried.
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Clockwork heart pt38
Part 37 here
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Wyrm: *gliding over the lake from riften holding onto mr wrench as the dwarven spider carries him along the breeze before setting him down on the island near a number of apiaries* okay- we haven’t been spotted. Do you have the command animal scroll?
Mr wrench: *pops his legs back down and opens his head pulling out a small scroll* ???
Wyrm: thanks buddy, *takes it and opens it up before casting it at the hives* excuse me bees? I don’t want to hurt you can you come out to the flowers with me?
The bees: *all happily buzz from the hive and swarm the flowers, all of them a little confused from how dark out it is but otherwise very calm and content in Wyrms presence*
Wyrm: okay, now stay here. I’m very sorry about your homes- *shuffles to the hives and lights three of them on fire with a little spark hoping not to get caught* okay that’s done. Now we need to get to the-
???: Is that smoke?! HEY WHO ARE YOU?!
Wyrm: *looks up to see several heavily armed men approaching* uh oh- mr wrench quick! *picks him up ready to take off again only to watch as the bees swarm the mercenaries, stinging them all relentlessly* oh, thank you bees! *hurries past them and up to the mansion before looking at the sewers, and then the main door* … *opens the front door and sneaks inside*
*meanwhile*
Nerevar: *steps into the bee & barb dragging Esbern behind him along with the rest of the group* he’s upstairs resting.
Kaidan: probably nursing an upset stomach with how drunk he was too.
Esbern: You left the dragonborn drunk and unguarded?
Nerevar: He’s not unguarded and he’s not alone either. *walks up the stairs to find delvin chatting with his niece* All clear?
Delvin: *nods* sleeping soundly from what I can tell, haven’t heard a peep out of the room sinc-
Taliesin: *from behind the door* WYRM?!
Delvin: oh no-
Nerevar: *hurries past him and opens the door to find voryn, cary, Taliesin & Lucien all awake and Wyrm missing* What?! Where’d he- *looks to the window seeing it wide open* WYRM!?
Voryn: *still looking extremely groggy and worn out from the previous nights ordeal, quietly looks out the window* he’s… scared but… he feels, confident…
Kaidan: *making sure Caryalinds okay worried Wyrm may have been taken and he could’ve been drugged* that’d be the wine.
Taliesin: Wine or not- *pulls on his robes and grabs berwhale* I-if he gets himself killed I’ll never forgive him!! *suddenly books it past the group and down the stairs having no clue where his love could be but refusing to stay put and wait* Wyrm! Where’d you go!!
???: Up here!!!!
Taliesin: *freezes in place and looks up, nearly falling back in shock as he sees the small dunmer flying back over the city wall* DARLING WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOULL GET HURT!!
Wyrm: I’m fine! You’ll never believe what I di-
Mr wrench: *suddenly runs out of steam and starts popping and boppling as he lowers abruptly to the ground, dropping Wyrm in the process*
Taliesin: LOVE! *dashes forward catching him before he can hit the ground*
Wyrm: uh oh- *squeaks as he lands in his arms, mr wrench dropping down onto his chest with a soft thud*
Taliesin: *sighs hugging him close before giving him a stern look* …
Wyrm: *looks up at him nervously trying to be cute* I-Im drunk and small you can’t be mad at me.
Taliesin: Small yes but I’m fairly certain the wine would have worn off by now. *sighs and leans down kissing his forehead softly* why do you insist on giving me grey hairs? Do you want me to look old?
Wyrm: I think you’d look nice with grey ha-mm! *blushes as he’s silenced with a kiss*
Taliesin: *pulls away holding his gaze* Tsk. Don’t even joke about that.
Nerevar: WYRM!!! *hurries out of the inn and yoinks the small dunmer from taliesins arms leaving the high elf standing there confused* What were you thinking?! Running off like that without telling us?! After what happened last night?! We have cultists on our tails on top of everyone else out to get you!! Are you hurt?! Where did you even go!!?
Wyrm: *dangling as he’s held like long cat, looking more calm then upset over his actions* hmmmm… I was thinking delvin needed help with a job. if I told anyone you’d all try to stop me and keep me safe or get yourselves hurt or killed trying to do it for me. I wasn’t worried about cultists because they can’t fly like Mr wrench can. And- *flails cutely trying to reach his pocket but unable to with the way he’s being held* …the documents from the goldenglow estate safe is in my pocket.
Nerevar: I- don’t you get smart with me hla aka you could’ve been kil-
???: Killed? You’re doubting his skills after he pulled off a job none of our senior members could manage?
Nerevar: *looks back to see delvin & sapphire standing there* this doesn’t concern you Mr Mallo-
Wyrm: *smiles looking very proud of himself* I burned the bee hives and got the safe opened like you want- *blinks seeing sapphire* oh! You’re the lady who stole my eye! I’m sorry about trying to cut off your face! I can explain really!!!
Sapphire: n-no Nono it’s fine- I’ll just- *coughs* I’ll be down in the cistern. *pats delvin on the shoulder and walks off in a hurry*
Nerevar: *eye twitching, trying to comprehend everything that’s transpired* Wyrm. You’re telling me you committed arson and breaking and entering?
Wyrm: …yes. It could’ve been worse! I could’ve added murder to the list but Mr wrench picked the safe for me… I don’t know where he got that though- *looks down at the spider*
Mr wrench: *holding a bee in a jar up proudly*
Nerevar: I- … *sighs and sets him down* Hla Aka… I know you want to be stronger, I know you want independence from being protected by us… but there’s better ways to do it that won’t result in potential death or a criminal record.
Voryn: Like tying a bunch of meat and fireworks to a guar and setting it loose in a plantation to attract cliff racers?
Nerevar: *looks back to see voryn standing there, being held upright by caryalind* That was a crime for a worthy cause and you and I both know it was-
Voryn: oh I know. It was very amusing too… *holds open his arms smiling tiredly down at Wyrm* you did great Hla Khes. Just tell someone next time okay?…
Wyrm: *nods and smiles up at him, running into his arms for a hug* I will.
Voryn: *pats his hair, just happy to see Wyrms rambunctious nature returning to him* thank you. Now can we please. Please go to bed?
Delvin: Well- actually if I could steal your boy for a bit, I think Mercer would like to reward him for helping us with the goldenglow job.
Nerevar: It can wait until morning. We’ll be there.
Esbern: *suddenly pipes up as he steps out of the inn* wait until morning?! More thalmor will be here any minute to kill us and you want to wait?! And don’t tell me that scrawny joke of a thing is the dragonborn and expect me to believe y-
Everyone: *draws their weapons*
Wyrm: *lets go of voryn and walks to the old man* Im not a thing. I am the dragonborn. And my name is Wyrm. *folds his arm, his mechanical fingers clenching into a fist* Don’t make me regret my decision to help you, Blade.
#Wyrm dragonborn#skyrim taliesin#Kaidan skyrim#Caryalind skyrim#Lucien skyrim#inigo skyrim#nerevar#voryn dagoth
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Sakura used to prefer walking in the forest or hiking up a mountain than be in a village. She liked the idea of restocking their supplies and having a nice bed for the night.. But she hated when girls swoon over Sasuke or when elderly women ask her if they're together or not.
Sometimes she would see a girl or a group of women become touchy with him all of a sudden. She wanted to stop them but then she'd think, "it's not like he's mine.." Frustrated, she'd let them be. He never cared about them anyway. He just went on with whatever he was doing.
The elderly women were more "inquisitive", as she would say. They would ask her if they're a couple.. Why they were traveling together.. Why they were staying in the same room if he's not her husband. Sometimes she wanted to be blunt with them. "Why don't you ask him?" But it felt like she was putting him on the spot. So, she kept answering them as politely as she could.
One time, they went to another village to stay for a couple of days as it was raining hard in their next destination. As usual, the girls in the inn greeted Sasuke and offered food and services. Sakura just walked behind him feeling small. They went to the counter to reserve a room.
The obasan who owned the place greeted them. Sakura was still behind him pretending to fix her cloak to avoid eye contact with the people around.
"Do you have a single room with two beds?" he asked.
"No, all rooms here are single with one big bed since we don't use tatami mats for futons."
"Hn. That would be fine. We'll take it."
"Great! By the way, is she your girl?" the lady asked while pointing to Sakura.
"Yeah."
Sakura looked at him, astounded with his reply. She couldn't hear anything else.
He turned to her and said, "I got the key, let's go."
She was still shocked. Her heart was beating so fast. She was just standing there not knowing what to do next. She was speechless.
"Sakura.." he took her hand and led her to the room. "Are you okay?" he asked while squeezing her hand. She gave no response. He proceeded to pull her into the room.
When they got inside, she finally managed to speak.
"S-Sasuke-kun.."
"Hn."
"D-did you mean that?"
"Which one?"
"Sasuke-kun.."
He didn't answer and started unpacking his stuff.
She just stood there watching his back. She didn't know what to say or what to feel. She felt that it would be too bold of her if she'd ask the question. Her thoughts were eating her up.
"Why is ~my girl~ not unpacking her things?"
"Sasuke-kun!" It definitely made her snap out of her thought process.
He smirked and continued emptying his bag.
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Hi Kroz!!! Hope you're doing good, I ADORE your writing and I am the conductor of the Veldon train that we all seem to be on hehehe I was wondering, how would he react to the 'there's only one bed trope'? 🥺 But like, since he's the resident playboy, I don't mean in a 'oh yeah let's have a one night stand that doesn't mean anything's kind of way, but Veldon in deep crush stage who is actually developing feelings of love and who hasn't slept with MC yet, slowly realizing that he can trust and open himself up and rely on this person and that he's slowly falling and the realization that this person could become his spouse and family and world slowly hitting him, if you know what I mean??? Like not him specifically horny but being nervous like MC is his first love and becoming so vulnerable and thinking 'Oh my God. I might love this person..' and wanting to hold them and be with them and not simply have sex, but make love to them, if you know what I mean?? Hope this makes sense, haha. Have a wonderful day and thank you for giving me Veldon brainrot, haha
Oh, hello again, dear.
Of course, you're my favorite Veldon anon hahaha I'll serve you well.
Let's see, another snippet for you!
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[Veldon POV]
The rest of the group went to sleep a few hours ago, but MC was in the mood to stay awake, drink, and talk a little. Veldon, of course, decided to stay with them.
When Veldon is around them, he feels like he can let his guard down. He even allows his fake smile to slip a few times when their eyes meet, and an unspoken connection forms between them.
Today was no different. It's already late at night when MC decides to go to bed, and only MC and Veldon remain in the tavern, along with the employees.
MC tries to stand up from their chair but almost falls due to the alcohol. Veldon quickly steps in and supports them. He knows he'll have to carry this drunken fool to the other side of the street where the inn and their other companions are, most likely already asleep.
"You know… Vel-Velvel. You're a nice guy, a good guy. Even cool, I like you," MC slurs in a drunken voice.
"Is that so, darling?" Veldon laughs it off. This isn't the time or place to pour his heart out, especially in the middle of the street while carrying a drunk friend.
"Yeah, I really do."
"I know, you little stray dog. Let's get you to bed and we can talk tomorrow, okay?"
An unintelligible sound escapes MC's lips and Veldon stops in front of the inn owner.
"Excuse me, sir. We need two rooms for the night. We're with the other adventurers who arrived earlier."
The man hardly looks up from his newspaper.
"Yes, they've already paid for your room. Since you're late, it seems you'll have to share."
"Share? Excuse me?"
"Yes, indeed. This isn't a 5-star hotel, so we have a limited number of rooms. There was only one left, and since you're the last to arrive, you'll have to share," he says, dropping the keys on the counter. "Room 13, behave yourselves. I don't want other customers complaining about noise."
Veldon takes the keys and pulls MC along to room 13. Opening the door, they step into a modest room with a desk, mirror, small bowl of water, and oh-oh... a single bed.
"It's alright, you can handle this. Don't be silly, you've shared your bed with countless others before, it's fine," he reassures himself. "But this is different," his mind argues. "They're not insignificant to you," his heart whispers.
Veldon gulps loudly as he carries MC to bed, ensuring they are comfortable.
"I'll sleep on the floor, you can rest," he offers.
"No, silly… We can share. Come on, it'll be fun, like camping!" MC suggests.
"Are you sure?" Veldon asks, his voice filled with nervousness.
"Yeeeaaah…" MC replies, sinking their face into the pillow.
Veldon carefully lies down beside MC, making an effort to avoid touching them in the small room they have to share.
The room is enveloped in darkness and silence, mirroring the tranquility of the night. Veldon's attention is solely fixated on the person slumbering beside him, with not a single sound to distract him except for their peaceful breathing.
Veldon's gaze remains fixed on the ceiling, meticulously counting the boards and cracks, desperately seeking a distraction from the current situation.
Suddenly, a warm hand gently touches his own, causing him to shift his focus downward.
It is MC, tenderly holding his hand with affection.
Turning to face MC, Veldon notices their half-opened eyes and hears their sleepy voice.
"I'm feeling cold… could you… hold me?" they softly inquire.
Veldon's heart races, threatening to burst out of his chest, and jump in MC's embrace itself.
He quickly composes himself, clearing his throat.
"Sure, darling," he says, opening his arms, and MC eagerly fits into his embrace.
"Thank you…" they whisper before drifting off to sleep.
Now Veldon finds himself unable to sleep. He thinks about the warmth of the person who has captured his heart, their breath on his neck, and how it would feel to have them hold him instead.
He wonders how their fingers would feel intertwined with his own and how it would feel to whisper "I love you."
#kingsdespair if#interactive fiction#twine if#original character#ask#anon#twine game#twine wip#ROs#Veldon#snippet
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A talk...
Question: What do you do now?
Response: Have a quick chat before going home.
Check notes for previous instalments
Before Hakim enters the inn you say, 'Hey, Hakim?'
He stops and waves the woman with the metal rings past him. She throws a glance at the cliffs curiously before disappearing inside, leaving the door open a crack. The sounds of talking and music meet you.
'Yeah?' he says.
'You're a weather witch too, right? I haven't met any apart from my mentor.' It might be a silly question but he recognised the sigils.
'I am.' He stands closer to you to place a hand on your shoulder. 'I've heard that your mentor's apprentices don't last long. Are you okay?'
The question surprises you. 'Me? Yeah, I'm fine. She said she likes having me around and she's cranky the same way my grandmother is. It's weirdly comforting.'
He still looks worried. 'You're sure?'
'Really, yeah. She's asked me if I'm sure about staying so many times. I'm good.'
'If you say so. But hey, if you want to pick some things up from another witch... you'll know where to find me when the meet starts.' He squeezes your shoulder.
'Thanks. It's nice to meet another weather witch.'
'I can't be the first you've met. We're one of the more common types.'
'Oh, uh... witches aren't a thing down south. I don't even know how widespread they are here - speaking of, did you all come from the same place? Eight seems like a lot.'
He laughs. 'No, two of us just started driving out and picking up witches as we went. The younger ones are apprentices from the same area. The road and graveyard girls are nomadic; it was lucky we crossed paths. But I adore them all. I might've become an uncle three times over so far and I'm angling for number four.'
You can't help but laugh too. You ask how many types of witches are in the group.
He tells you there are two coast witches, three weather, and one each of road, graveyard, and healer. Five are apprentices, and one recently graduated to a full witch.
Someone from inside calls his name. He looks over his shoulder. 'I'll be going now. Good night. Take care.'
'Good night, Hakim. You too.'
He closes the door quietly behind him and the noise from inside is silenced. You stare at the door for a few seconds before walking back to the cottage. You think about his offer.
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IWATODAI TRIP CONTINUED
Teddie is the first King of the King's Game, because he is powered by Commercials and thus has batshit crazy luck.
/covers face with hand
(also, again: thank you Sam Riegel, I have no idea how I am enjoying this character instead of hating him, but it's happening. Fucking witchcraft.)
Please know that Teddie fucking BODIED kanji off the screen. I tried to screencap it but it was just too fucking fast. Imagine a kitten leaping on a stuffed toy and sliding across the floor. Also Kanji is like twice his size. I'm impressed.
Reverie draws the next King's lot out of the chopsticks.
i wonder if Yukiko and Rise are just those people who don't like each other until they are drunk and then they are like fucking BUDDIES.
Poor fucking Chie is sooooo not into this, bless her heart. Fistbump of solidarity.
(lmao kanji and teddie are still off-screen. teddie is gettin' his money's worth, I see.)
Yukiko decides she's the queen (shocker there) and demands Naoto tell the group something secret and embarrassing.
He, of course, plays it completely straight and uses the opportunity to tell his backstory, coming from a long ling of detectives from back when that kind of specialized expertise was more needed. Even though they are falling out of fashion in modern life, he's being raised as one by his grandfather.
Is Naoto capable of humor? Is there a humorous bone in his body? Naoto, I don't say this lightly but you should have a drink, buddy.
aaaaaaand she's asleep. yep. mmhm.
Yes. But not in the way you think. Naoto doesn't believe anyone about the TV world thing, which I guess isn't surprising. He'll figure it out soon I am certain. I wonder what his primary element is.... I wanna say ice but Chie and Teddie got that covered. Maybe Physical/Fire? No idea.
HEY. Only I'm allowed to call them dumbasses. Watch yourself, boyo.
But yeah these guys are fucking idiots, holy shit.
Oh of course we finish off at the ramen place. /sigh. How many nights did I spend here with Shinjiro, connecting over our mutual need to care for people. How many times did Akihiko bring us here to talk about quiet emotions. Junpei and I were regulars, speaking in conversations interwoven with sharp painful earnestness and the soft barrier of humor. Such was another life.
Ah. He's purposefully putting himself on TV.
That seems incredibly stupid.
OH SO HE IS JUST COUNTING ON US TO SAVE HIS DUMB ASS WHEN HE GETS GOT.
/grits teeth. FIIIIIIINE We'll pull your ass out of the fire, you stubborn fuck.
SUDDEN GEAR SHIFT, I'm almost done with Yukiko's SLink and it's really good! Back early in the SLink, she was openly hoping that the tabloidy news people would profile the Amagi Inn so it would go under so she could bounce without guilt.
Which, was very shitty.
Well, those news people returned to try and profile the Inn again and this time she went tf OFF on them and threatened them until they left.
I mean you did.
But Yukiko's decided that she wants to stay and help the inn after all. Now that she's set herself up to leave and had everything in order to bounce out, now that she finally understands her cage has no lock, she's more comfortable with it.
Which is a nice resolution for that dangling thread. I often say that gender is a prison until you understand you can stage a jailbreak at any time, and I guess it's similar for Yukiko.
SIGHS LOUDLY
I'M SORRY YUKIKO BUT I'M INTO GUYS THIS TIME. I'M SORRY YOU'RE REALLY NICE. maybe give Chie the time of day, she's crazy about you. okay bye love you gurl, you'll be okay.
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Get to know me challenge
Thanks for tagging @steph-luvs-klaine <33
Relationship status: lonely lmao
Favorite color: idk sage green? Light blue? Pastels 💕
Favorite food: not to be a basic bitch but I do enjoy me a good sushi
Last thing you googled: “kim possible wade” I had an argument with someone about him being in a wheelchair.. i was convinced he was. turn’s out he isn’t.
Time: 16:47
Dream trip: okay so, I haven’t been horse riding in 5 years but my dream is to travel from the south to the north of either Ireland or Schotland by horse whilst camping in tents or staying at inns with a small group of people. That just sounds like absolutely bliss to me.
Last book you read: I don’t read books.. im terrible. So I’ll answer in fics: “dirty crooks and cheep tricks” by quizasvivamos. Its like a short two part western story very fun!
Last book you enjoyed reading: I enjoyed the one mentioned above a lot but for the sake of naming another: “making a baby” by flamingmuse. I’ve read it before but recently went back for a reread and I still love it. It follows canon but it gives all the missing parts of Kurt and Blaine’s journey towards getting a child ♡
Last book you hated reading: If I don’t like reading something I don’t read it and forget about it. I couldn’t answer this if I wanted to
Favorite thing to cook/bake: ooh I love both in general but I’m very good at making scones and make them for every social event so I’ll go with those :)
Favorite craft to do in your free time: making fanart <33 it’s just so nice to draw something you love most without any expectations and a loving fandom to share it with.
Most niche dislikes: that tiktok doesn’t let me play my music whilst using the app.
Opinion on circuses, now and in history: I think the people that perform in circuses are so talented. I also love seeing the performances. I don’t support animal cruelty so I would never contribute to any circuses that have tigers or bears and abuse them to perform. I don’t necessarily have anything against camels and such as its basically like having cows. Also in the Netherlands there are very strict rules to keeping animals for the circus and honestly if you treat an animal right, don’t expose it to any stressful situations and don’t make it do things it doesn’t wanna do. Its like learning your dogs tricks. So support the ones that do right and boycot the ones that dont. That aside I haven’t been to the circus in YEARS and have never been to one that had any other animals than camels lol but I would love to go to a circus performance with some amazing acrobats again.
Do you have a sense of direction, and if not what is the worst way you’ve gotten lost: not at all omg if I didn’t have google maps I would never go out. I don’t remember ever getting lost but I never take any risks so thats why lol.
Tagging: please I don’t know who wants to get tagged in these anymore. So if you wanna do this, do it and let me know because I wanna read it! 💕
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