#‘maybe the body is the only question an answer can’t extinguish’

[daisychainsandbowties]

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[lidiasloca]

rhysand is a gentleman

rhys x reader

fluff

a/n: the lovely idea is from @tresislidia

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You were hurrying through the reading room, trying to get a pile of books to your boss’ desk. Your work was usually calm, but since the renewing and modernizing of all the Night Court’s libraries, you were daily suffocated by the amount of work upon your shoulders. 

Step after step, you got closer to your destination, but mixing running with a dozen books in your arms had to let you know it didn’t pair together. 

Books and papers fell in front of you as your body dropped to the wooden floor. 

“Shit,” you mutter between your teeth, quickly sitting up to collect your books. But you don’t recall having three hands. You quickly slide your gaze from the stranger's hand to his black-clothed arm, to his face.  

“You don’t need to do that,” you are quick to tell him. But he keeps picking up your books, only to leave the pile on a shelf. 

“It’s nothing,” he replies, offering you his hand. You are still on the ground, you realize. Mortified, you take it and let his strength set you back on your feet. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, reaching for the books on the shelf. 

“Let me help you with that,” he says, taking the books before you can. 

So not only was the stranger handsome, but also kind. 

“Oh, no, no. Don’t bother, you keep browsing around. Let me know if you need anything,” you reply, hiding your embarrassment with your well-practiced client voice. 

But he won’t hand you the books. He only watches you intently, as if thinking about what to say next. 

“Where do you want them?” Unfortunately, you can’t say no to his dazzling smile. 

“Em—follow me.” And so he does. 

“You work here,” he says as you walk. You can’t decide if it’s a question or a statement, so you just nod. 

“And do you like it?” You nod again. 

“You don’t talk?” he laughs. 

You suddenly realize how rude you might seem, ignoring him. You were truly not yourself this morning, that, and work was making you dumb down. 

“Sorry, it’s just… I’m a bit stressed with work, you know?” you explain, turning left into another room full of books. 

“Oh, I always thought working in a library was rather calm. No offense, of course.” You momentarily glance back at him—how could someone be so charming? It’s like every single word that slipped through his lips had been deliberately chosen to enchant someone—a true hunter. 

“None taken,” you reply, trying to keep up with the conversation. “And you are right, it’s usually not like this. But since the High Lord decided to reform all libraries, I have been drowning in work.”

You could rant about how pissed you were at the High Lord for hours. That is if the one listening didn’t chuckle at your words. 

“What?” you ask, stopping to turn to the laughing stranger. 

“Nothing. I just think the High Lord maybe had good intentions with that,” he answers, not quite succeeding in extinguishing the playfulness in his smile. 

“I don’t doubt that. But he should be working himself if he truly has good intentions with this—help us librarians, for example.” 

And then again, he chuckles. 

“What’s so funny?” you ask, growing irritated. 

“This,” he says, watching your sharp eyes with careless joy. “This is funny.” 

“I don’t understand.” 

“What if the High Lord was actually helping librarians?” he questions then. 

It’s your turn to laugh. “I would like to see that.” 

He has no words for you, only contained laughter paired with the movement of his chin, pointing to the both of you. 

“What?” This male truly was a mystery. 

“Watch carefully,” is his only explanation. You eye him from head to toe, still not understanding. 

“I’m Rhysand,” he finally says, trying not to burst out laughing. 

You, however, feel nothing close to laughter. 

He must have seen your pale face, for he leaves the books aside and takes a step toward you. “Am I that horrendous?” 

“I’m so, so sorry,” you blurt nervously. The High Lord watches you, still grinning. 

“Don’t be. You took no offense—I take none either.” 

He is so nonchalant in contrast to your thundering heartbeat. The High Lord—in front of you—and you had insulted him. 

“I’m sorry,” you say again. 

He chortled. “I am sorry. I didn’t know I had put so much work on librarians.” 

You shake your head, dismissing his words—dismissing your previous words. “It’s really nothing. It’s much worse that I insulted you to your face.” 

“I think we’re even.” Your heart steadies at his joke, enough for you to smile at him, just a bit. It’s shy and gentle, but it makes him smile back. 

“So… where should I put the books?” 

You eye him thoughtfully, admiring the oddness of the situation. The Lord of Night was helping you order some books in a little library of Velaris. You couldn’t help but giggle at the scene unfolding. 

He watches you curiously as he takes the books back, opening his mouth, probably to ask you what had you giggling. You don’t let him. 

“Follow me,” you order the High Lord of the Night Court. 

He dutifully follows.

-Characters by Sarah J Maas

pls send requests. hope you liked this one. it was initially going to be azriel x reader, but just as i started to create the scene, i knew rhys was a better fit. have a great day :))

[drawings-in-the-void]

Day 8: Spaceship

While not technically a spaceship, it's still cool to be there.

There’s nothing quite as annoying as being summoned on a random Tuesday during your lunch hour.

Ok, maybe it could be slightly outshined by the second time Danny had ever been summoned before, and the sinking feeling that this was something that would, in fact, be a recurring issue. What made that particular incident a bit better than the current predicament was the fact that he had 100% been summoned in the middle of a bonfire party, in the year 1988, on Halloween, surrounded by drunk teens and 20 somethings.

It took half an hour to get everyone to chill out.

It took another half hour for Danny to get the whos-whats and whens.

After 15 minutes of being taught how to do trick shots at beer pong someone tripped and fell on the summoning circle, the line of salt it was drawn with broken and Danny was treated to whatever feeling happened when he got summoned, only in reverse.

Did he say annoying? The cultist the first time was annoying, these guys kinda ruled for the 15 minutes of A-lister fame he got for being a freak of nature. 

This is all to say Danny already got an earful from Clockwork about how the magic that bound Pariah Dark prevented any summonings of his person, however with his defeat at Danny’s hand meant that if people were just trying to summon whatever power technically held the throne, he’d be the one next in line.

Danny had asked how that even worked, considering it was technically his parents' technology that “defeated” Pariah Dark, he had just been piloting it.

Clockwork had just raised his hand and made a so-so motion.

Useful, once again.

The only other information he had been able to get out of the old/young/man/ghost was that when he was being summoned didn’t necessarily mean just moving through space, after all the infinite realms are infinite for a reason, and time didn’t really exist here, dead as the rest of it’s occupants, so things tended to happen out of order. Additionally, as it turns out the party he’d been, well invited to, wasn’t just out of time, but out of place as well.

Clockwork said that that incident had pulled him to the bonfire had dragged him between timelines as well, which Danny took to mean more like it was an alternate universe from his own, and the longer CW took to answer his ensuing questions kept making his head spin.

“If people are just gonna be able to summon me all the time, is there a way to stop it? I can’t just be dragged away all the time, I’ve got homework! And a Doomed tournament!” he had asked, feeling a bit childish as he had floated in the space around Clockworks’s head while the ghost looked onto the cog occupied by aftermath of the bonfire party, and from the cog’s point of view Danny could make out a few unconscious bodies in various sleeping positions around the extinguished fire. 

One girl, slumped against the failing fabric of a folded chair and painfully crimped blond hair spilling over her face, waves a hand in the air, seemingly to swat away some nats in the early morning, only for a particular thing to happen to the air around her hand. 

The air around it wavered like a heatwave, and bugs, previously invisible from the point of view of the cog, now glowed a faint white, and dispersed from the campground area.

“The further you are pulled from your timeline, the more drastic the changes are to your own.” Clockwork had told him.

Danny speedruns away from the cafeteria, and the ensuing excuses his friends have to make to whichever teacher was on lunch duty, and he’s able to dive into a closet moments before the feeling of being dropped into freefall whites out his vision. 

According to Mary Jane (blond crimped hair) it’s quite a sight when Danny got summoned, and he thinks he can kinda connect the dots between what he feels and what everyone else sees as it happens. 

So far each time he’s dropped into a summoning circle it’s always been in ghost form, and this was slightly different as he was still Danny to begin with, which was a great mini heart attack to have when he realized, only for that feeling of weightlessness to wash over him as he’s thrown back into the visible plane. What everyone else sees is the air in the circle to crumple like a piece of paper, and a bright-as-the-sun tear to rip through it. 

From this rift, one small, white, gloved hand reaches through, gripping the crumpled air like a wall and following it shortly with another hand, also reaching through to guide the person attached to them into the room.

From the rift, it’s nearly impossible to really understand what you’re looking at, and it’s not until Danny sets his feet gently on the ground beneath him, like gravity was only a suggestion, that all parties got a good look at eachother.

Now, knowing that you could be anywhere and anywhen for any reason made Danny prepared to be as open minded as possible to keep things from getting out of hand.

He was not prepared for several very buff, brightly colored, costumed adults.

With the spectacle died down, the room was dead silent, and Danny was starting to feel awkward.

He’s dealt with screaming, he’s dealt with groveling, hell he’s even dealt with people trying to sell him their souls. 

The woman in front of him, the one in the middle holding some old looking book, colored a deep green, seemed frozen in time, mouth agape in surprise. He realizes, somewhat belatedly, that she’s dressed in a magicians costume, and was in fact lacking in the pants department.

Current assumption: Costume party gone wrong.

The room he’s been summoned in looks a bit like a meeting room for corporate office stuff, going by the table moved off to the side and stacked chairs.

Revised assumption: Office costume party gone wrong.

Little bit of an older crowd compared to the last party he was invited to, but to their credit there’s been a lot less screaming this time around, maybe the simplest way to get back to lunch is the direct route?

“...Hi?” Ancients, he was bad at this, but in Danny’s defense these guys were giving him nothing! Luckily getting some words out broke the tension.

Unluckily it was not because that tension went away.

“Zatanna, did something go wrong with the spell?” First guy, a big muscled guy in bright blue and red spandex and straight up a cape, talks first, forcing himself next to the magician woman, who clamped her mouth shut with a click of her teeth. 

“N-not possible-”

“It has to be, this is a kid!” Another guy, all in red this time with a hood(???) covering the top half of his face mirrors the first guy looking at the book, much to the annoyance of the magician lady who glares at both of them as they crowd around her.

“Keep your position Flash, this is still an unknown.” Another big guy, all in black with cat ears on (?????) growled out from the corner of the room that Danny didn’t even notice before.

“It’s still a kid! A glowy, floaty, kid but this isn’t some world ending demon.”

“We cannot judge a book by its cover, I suggest we simply ask the child.” Finally, a quite frankly, terrifyingly tall woman spoke up from her corner of the room, and Danny could feel the weight of her gaze on him like it was physical. 

And suddenly all eyes on him once more.

“You guys were trying to get Pariah Dark for your costume party?” Danny might’ve lost the plot a little bit while everyone was talking at once. 

Magician lady snapped her book shut.

“You��re not Pariah Dark?”

“Nope.” Danny says, popping the “p” and leaning back on his heels. “And you should probably stop trying to summon the guy, he’s kinda a pain to deal with, plus you’re gonna have to try harder to jailbreak him than that.” Talk about judging a book by its cover, these guys had to be the most brightly colored cultists he’s ever met.

“Pariah Dark’s been imprisoned?” Cat ears growls out again, and Danny thinks that if he’s sick he probably shouldn’t have shown up for a summoning party.

“Uh yeah, has been for a while? Well, got out, was put back in again- sorry, so what’s with the costumes?” Yeah he’s gotta ask now it’s starting to get distracting.

“Our apologies-” Tall lady again, she moves from her corner to circle around to stand in front of the rest of the group to be face-to-face with him, only a few inches from the chalk lines written on the stiff gray carpet. “We haven’t done proper introductions yet, if you wouldn’t mind extending some grace to us, I am called Wonder Woman and my associates…” She nodded behind her, and the magician woman stepped up with the book in hand. “Sorry, yes, my name is Zatanna, and behind me is Superman and Flash, Batman’s the guy in the corner over there-” “Hng.” “-Don’t let ‘em scare you, we were just, well. Caught off guard a bit.” She fiddled with one of her white gloves and Danny feels a bit like he got someone else’s invite to a birthday party.

“You would’ve been less caught off guard if the tyrannical ghost king showed up in your office instead?” Danny can’t help but ask.

Zatanna pursed her lips together in a tight line at that, and with an impressive face of consideration she glances from the tall lady (these people have such weird names) and back to him. 

“You’re a resident of the infinite realms right?” She levels her own question at him, and Danny hums, kicking both his feet off the ground and floating a few feet above where he was standing and taps a finger to his chin consideringly and kicking one leg over the other so he was essentially reclined on nothing but air.

“I wonder what could’ve gave that away…” He theatrically sighs, and when he side eyes the group again the stupid shtick did its job and everyone looked a little less likely to start throwing things at him. Except the dude in the corner, he just looked the same. Broody.

“But yeah, you dragged me through the ghost zone with that thing,” Danny continues, nodding to the book in the woman’s hand, “But you won’t be able to get Pariah.”

The flashy guy, or the flash or something, went from being 10 feet away from Zatanna to 1 in less than the blink of an eye, which is enough to sufficiently distract Danny enough to not pay attention to what he hissed in her ear, which was “Did you kidnap a dead teenager Zatanna?”

Zatanna did something with her hand and Flash was suddenly very busy dealing with his jaw being locked closed.

“Sorry, just to clarify, we aren’t trying to summon Pariah Dark to end the world or something, we were going to try and stop it! According to some rumors, he had been released and the crown and ring had once again been claimed for the throne, something like that you understand could be devastating, not just in our world but yours too! I have a spell here that could potentially weaken him, and we could work to keep him from getting out again-”

“But he’s already locked up.”

“It’s your word against many, I’ve spoken to others from your realm, they all say the same, that the king has returned!” Ah. Not great. 

Danny lets himself fall back to the ground with a dull thud and holds out a hand for the book.

Wonder Woman raises an eyebrow at the bold gesture and Zatanna regards him with a level of distrust.

“What exactly are you trying to prove- hey!” Wonder Woman plucks the book from her arms, keeping it out of reach of the shorter woman until she holds it out to Danny, just outside the circle.

Danny steps over the chalk lines with ease and takes the book.

Zatanna and Superman both inhale sharply at the motion, and Flash made a muttered sound of alarm, Danny ignored them to instead see if there would be any reaction from the big lady, she was clearly the one in charge. 

“You could have left the circle at any point, correct?” she asks him, and Danny nods.

“You guys should stop looking for Pariah Dark, or to summon him, even if you got lucky and got him here, I doubt you have the power to hold him back.” Danny hopes he sounds serious enough to not be taken lightly, he opens up the book and flicks through it when Wonder Woman’s face becomes distant and she nodded, glancing over to the Batman guy.

It’s nearly all in ghost writing, something Danny’s still not great with, and going by the sticky notes pressed between the pages the magician woman only translated about a fourth of the book, and the translation wasn’t exact going by Danny’s own knowledge and what was written down. Oh well, he should probably see if Clockwork knows what to do with it. 

Danny snaps the book closed and sticks it in his chest like he would with his thermos, partially to keep anyone else from trying to take it back and partially to watch the various reactions of horror from the adults.

“Like I said, you guys don’t need to worry about him anymore anyways, so if that’s sorted I’ll leave you to your uh- well whatever you guys do?” Danny says, backing away back to the chalk lines in the carpet, if he can rub his boot into the chalk, he might be able to break the right line to send him back. He’s paused by a cartoon ripping noise coming from the red guy.

With probably a bit too much dramatics put into it, Flash breathes a great big grasp of fresh air as his jaw comes free. Near Danny, Zatanna rolls her eyes.

“Ok! Hold on a second kid! I don’t know about the rest of you guys but there’s still WAY too many questions we’ve got to just let you leave yet, with our stuff in the first place!” 

In the blink of an eye Flash is in front of him, glaring down like Danny’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“I mean this isn’t technically yours, you guys can’t even read it!” He protested, taking another step back.

“You don’t need to tower over him, Flash, he's still just a kid.” Superman piped up, “What are you gonna do to him, throw him out the airlock?” Airlock? 

“Don’t be stupid ghosts don’t need to breathe, besides, wouldn't throwing him out in space be the same as telling him to go home!” Space???

“The infinite realms aren’t in space Flash it’s another layer of reality all together-” Zatanna is cut off as Danny drops through the floor.

For every layer of dense machinery and the occasional yell of surprise, Danny knows what he’s looking for the moment he drops through the last layer and finds himself looking down at Earth from a fucking spaceship.

Danny was definitely very cool and chill about being face to face with one of his biggest dreams.

He definitely didn’t let out the soundless scream of a teenager and do half a dozen laps around the perimeter of the station (Yes he knew after the first lap that it technically wasn’t a spaceship, but wow was it a LOT more advanced than ANYTHING he had seen in NASA’s magazines). 

What finally paused him from flying around like a kid in a candy store was surveying the stars around him, and that’s exactly where Batman found him.

Danny didn’t see him at first, and didn’t expect to either, as thick metal shutters raised on the wall he had thought was just a wall, and instead revealed a foot of glass, and the room that Batman was now in. 

It was the light that had Danny turning back to the station, shifting from where he had been sitting, cross-legged in space. When he turns, Batman nods his head to the space next to him in the hall. Danny sighs, and phases through the glass, dropping down to stand on his feet.

“You really don’t need to worry about Pariah anymore he-”

“Was defeated by you.” The older man rumbles out, he looks out the window to space, like he doesn’t need to see Danny’s reaction to know his response. Danny opens his mouth to protest, but it dies when Batman levels that look to Danny, and he’s really not able to read it at all, but with his mouth set into a hard line, Danny could almost say he looks grim.

“Uh, yeah, technically. Honestly it’s kinda… Complicated.”

“And now you’re the new Ghost King.” Danny’s boots have become incredibly interesting all of the sudden.

“...It’s complicated.” The first person for Danny to talk to about the Ghost king deal other than Clockwork and it’s a guy in a bat fursuit, lovely.

There’s a beat of silence and Danny wonder’s if Mr dark and broody is going to ask him more, but he seems to think better of it, because he instead turns back to the window.

“...Is it your first time being out in space like this?” The change in topic is a bit out of left field, but not unappreciated, as Danny looks back up to the window with lights in his eyes.

“Yes! Well, kinda? The ghost zone- er infinite realms, are kinda like space, just a lot greener with a bunch of purple doors that could go anywhere! And I’ve flown all the way up to some satellites in the past but I’ve never been on a spaceship or a space station before! Some of this technology is incredible, nothing like my pa-” Danny clears his throat, purposefully not looking back to see if the slip was noticed. “And uh, the stars here are different.”

“Different?” 

“Shifted, some of the constellations I know aren’t there. While I was out there I uh, well I guess I was making up new ones.” He finished, a little embarrassed. 

Batman just hums an affirmative rumble.

“The others aren’t upset about me taking off right? Sorry, I guess I just got a bit excited, I can still answer any other questions you guys wanted to ask.” 

“You don’t need to apologize, Flash shouldn’t have tried to antagonize you. Besides, you’ve already given us the answers we needed, I told Zatanna to start redrawing the circle to send you back home.”

Batman says this to no one, because in that same breath, he’s found himself in a crumpled pile of brooms, mops and buckets.

And he’s missed his lunch hour.

[selfdiagnosedeyemotif]

Chapter Five (Aestia), pt. 1:

Aestia arrives after a long boat ride in the town of Riseridge

Not a lot happens here save for one thing

Asking around, Aestia happens upon the town magistrate, who says that a large group of people passed through here the day prior

One was clearly the leader, flanked by a larger person and a smaller one, followed by 9-10 others, all cloaked

HMM I WONDER WHO THAT WAS

Aestia is astonished that Sir Eldroy yet lives - he must be the larger one

Upon further questioning, the magistrate reveals that the larger one carried a stone and had a noticeable limp

With that knowledge, progress very quickly into…

The Final Dungeon: The Spire of Beginnings

Prompt as you enter: [Please assemble a team of four before entering this dungeon]

This guy is a MAZE, mate

All sorts of dead ends and weird passageways

Ladders and platforms and ropes everywhere

Markings on the walls very reminiscent of the Gate of Finis, music also includes motifs from it

No boss rush, thankfully

This guy’s a lot simpler than the Masterless Wood

At one point there’s a large rope bridge, which triggers a cutscene (this one features your real actual party! yep!)

Aestia says she’ll go across first to see if it’s safe

Once she reaches the end, Aestia turns back, apologises, and cuts the bridge

“I’ll be back soon. Thank you for everything, and goodbye.”

The characters probably have one line each, tops (this is still octopath, can’t have them too involved)

Aestia journeys through the final leg of the cavern alone

At the end lies an enormous cavern with a great sweeping entranceway, almost like a large set of double doors were supposed to be fitted in it

Cutscene triggers as you approach: a cloaked figure stands at the door

Aestia tries to speak to them, they do not answer

She gets closer and they lunge at her

She’s able to dodge a few attacks before knocking off the cloak and triggering a fight (sort of like the General Ritsu fight from Hikari’s route) against…

The Penultimate Boss: Eldroy, Extinguished

That’s right he’s back and he is FUCKED UP

Eldroy is a knight no longer. His armour is clouded over with soot, his sword notched, and the metal that once protected him is mostly twisted away

And his body. Oh god, his body.

Eldroy has been burnt to a crisp. He’s even got that classic hole in the cheek exposing teeth. No eyes. Finger bones all but falling off of him. Wreathed once more in a green fire but it is the only thing keeping him from completely falling apart

In life, he was a bit of a showboat. He liked to gloat maybe a little too much. This thing is not that. It is as silent as the death that has already taken it.

It has the same moveset as Eldroy, Ablaze, only weaker

Same weaknesses (this does include Staffs and Wind, don’t worry), six shields

It goes down extremely easily. This isn’t a fight. This is a moment in the narrative.

It goes down without a word. Without a sound. It’s simply gone.

Taking a break before launching into the final sequence of the story so you’re getting this early :) (also there is a WORD LIMIT and i am ANGREY AT IT)

Important Music Stuff:

Aestia’s motif is called For Them All

Gonna take the Octopath 1 route of not remixing her character theme and rather making a separate composition (might actually make them. who knows)

Features three variations

For Them All (Standing Alone): fiddle solo, lots of long notes, plays in Chapters 1 and 4

For Them All (With Her): fiddle solo with drum backing, chords from Standing Alone are broken up slightly, higher energy, plays in Chapters 2 and 3

For Them All (Together): you’ll see :)

[these-detestable-hands]

had a lot of fun with this one

The Final Chapter:

Aestia arrives after a long boat ride in the town of Riseridge

Not a lot happens here save for one thing

Asking around, Aestia happens upon the town magistrate, who says that a large group of people passed through here the day prior

One was clearly the leader, flanked by a larger person and a smaller one, followed by 9-10 others, all cloaked

HMM I WONDER WHO THAT WAS

Aestia is astonished that Sir Eldroy yet lives - he must be the larger one

Upon further questioning, the magistrate reveals that the larger one carried a stone and had a noticeable limp

With that knowledge, progress very quickly into…

The Final Dungeon: The Spire of Beginnings

Prompt as you enter: [Please assemble a team of four before entering this dungeon]

This guy is a MAZE, mate

All sorts of dead ends and weird passageways

Ladders and platforms and ropes everywhere

Markings on the walls very reminiscent of the Gate of Finis, music also includes motifs from it

No boss rush, thankfully

This guy’s a lot simpler than the Masterless Wood

At one point there’s a large rope bridge, which triggers a cutscene (this one features your real actual party! yep!)

Aestia says she’ll go across first to see if it’s safe

Once she reaches the end, Aestia turns back, apologises, and cuts the bridge

“I’ll be back soon. Thank you for everything, and goodbye.”

The characters probably have one line each, tops (this is still octopath, can’t have them too involved)

Aestia journeys through the final leg of the cavern alone

At the end lies an enormous cavern with a great sweeping entranceway, almost like a large set of double doors were supposed to be fitted in it

Cutscene triggers as you approach: a cloaked figure stands at the door

Aestia tries to speak to them, they do not answer

She gets closer and they lunge at her

She’s able to dodge a few attacks before knocking off the cloak and triggering a fight (sort of like the General Ritsu fight from Hikari’s route) against…

The Penultimate Boss: Eldroy, Extinguished

That’s right he’s back and he is FUCKED UP

Eldroy is a knight no longer. His armour is clouded over with soot, his sword notched, and the metal that once protected him is mostly twisted away

And his body. Oh god, his body.

Eldroy has been burnt to a crisp. He’s even got that classic hole in the cheek exposing teeth. No eyes. Finger bones all but falling off of him. Wreathed once more in a green fire but it is the only thing keeping him from completely falling apart

In life, he was a bit of a showboat. He liked to gloat maybe a little too much. This thing is not that. It is as silent as the death that has already taken it.

It has the same moveset as Eldroy, Ablaze, only weaker

Same weaknesses (this does include Staffs and Wind, don’t worry), six shields

It goes down extremely easily. This isn’t a fight. This is a moment in the narrative. 

It goes down without a word. Without a sound. It’s simply gone.

Taking a break before launching into the final sequence of the story so you’re getting this early :)

SHE CUT THE BRISGE AND REFUSES HELP?? MSMDMKSKSKS AESTIA BESTIE NOOO PLEASE JACCWPT HELP PLEASE YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY AND SCRWM AND SOB NOOOLKSKDJSSK

Eldroy wtf jsut lay down and die!!?? 🤬🤬🤬

[dearauroraa]

maybe the body is the only question an answer can’t extinguish.

Night Sky With Exit Wounds, Ocean Vuong

[beantothemax]

the end... it begins...

The Final Chapter:

Aestia arrives after a long boat ride in the town of Riseridge

Not a lot happens here save for one thing

Asking around, Aestia happens upon the town magistrate, who says that a large group of people passed through here the day prior

One was clearly the leader, flanked by a larger person and a smaller one, followed by 9-10 others, all cloaked

HMM I WONDER WHO THAT WAS

Aestia is astonished that Sir Eldroy yet lives - he must be the larger one

Upon further questioning, the magistrate reveals that the larger one carried a stone and had a noticeable limp

With that knowledge, progress very quickly into…

The Final Dungeon: The Spire of Beginnings

Prompt as you enter: [Please assemble a team of four before entering this dungeon]

This guy is a MAZE, mate

All sorts of dead ends and weird passageways

Ladders and platforms and ropes everywhere

Markings on the walls very reminiscent of the Gate of Finis, music also includes motifs from it

No boss rush, thankfully

This guy’s a lot simpler than the Masterless Wood

At one point there’s a large rope bridge, which triggers a cutscene (this one features your real actual party! yep!)

Aestia says she’ll go across first to see if it’s safe

Once she reaches the end, Aestia turns back, apologises, and cuts the bridge

“I’ll be back soon. Thank you for everything, and goodbye.”

The characters probably have one line each, tops (this is still octopath, can’t have them too involved)

Aestia journeys through the final leg of the cavern alone

At the end lies an enormous cavern with a great sweeping entranceway, almost like a large set of double doors were supposed to be fitted in it

Cutscene triggers as you approach: a cloaked figure stands at the door

Aestia tries to speak to them, they do not answer

She gets closer and they lunge at her

She’s able to dodge a few attacks before knocking off the cloak and triggering a fight (sort of like the General Ritsu fight from Hikari’s route) against…

The Penultimate Boss: Eldroy, Extinguished

That’s right he’s back and he is FUCKED UP

Eldroy is a knight no longer. His armour is clouded over with soot, his sword notched, and the metal that once protected him is mostly twisted away

And his body. Oh god, his body.

Eldroy has been burnt to a crisp. He’s even got that classic hole in the cheek exposing teeth. No eyes. Finger bones all but falling off of him. Wreathed once more in a green fire but it is the only thing keeping him from completely falling apart

In life, he was a bit of a showboat. He liked to gloat maybe a little too much. This thing is not that. It is as silent as the death that has already taken it.

It has the same moveset as Eldroy, Ablaze, only weaker

Same weaknesses (this does include Staffs and Wind, don’t worry), six shields

It goes down extremely easily. This isn’t a fight. This is a moment in the narrative. 

It goes down without a word. Without a sound. It’s simply gone.

Taking a break before launching into the final sequence of the story so you’re getting this early :)

AESTIA!!!!!! AESTIA WHY!!!!!!!!!!

chaotic there are TOO many things I want to point out in this but. FBATSBTA…. I LOVE THIS ITS AMAZING

ELDEROY, EXTINGUIDHED!!!! THEY PUT HIM OUT!!!!!!!!! AND!!!!!!! GOD!!!! THE WHOLE FIGHT SOUNDS!!!! YEAH!!!!!

chaotic im gnawing on your leg frantically I NEED the finale

[dracowars]

hii! could i request a luke skywalker and reader (if you write for him) where they "rescue" grogu together and one of the dark troopers hurt her and he heals her and dotes over her?? just really cute? maybe she falls asleep on him and he carries her to her bed and she asks him to stay, they wake up cuddling and maybe a confession too??? totally fine if you dont write forhim but thanks!!!

counting on you | luke skywalker

pairing: luke x jedi!reader

word count: 2,5k

summary: where luke and y/n rescue grogu, but y/n gets hurt

a/n: i hope it's alright that i changed it up a bit, i went with the flow~ and thank you for always providing me with star wars requests <33

warnings: angst, violence, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, force healing

universe: star wars

A spooky stillness reigns on the giant light cruiser, even the dark troopers pause for a moment. Even though you sneak around, the droids’ sensors pick up your presence with ease. The silence vanishes just as quickly as it appeared as the troopers line up their blasters and start firing at you.

Your years of training have specialized you for these kinds of moments, which is why it is not difficult for you to take out the droids one by one with a targeted and well-considered movement of your glowing blade. You decapitate one of them, the heavy head banging on the hard floor, while another one sneaks up on you from behind. As a result of its actions, a green lightsaber is rammed through its upper body from behind in the next second. The red light behind the lifeless eyes extinguishes and the droid collapses, smoke emanating from the inside.

Quickly, you raise your own lightsaber in front of your body, allowing you to deflect the blaster fire from the dark troopers who have not yet fallen. Again and again, you block their attacks and direct the dangerous projectiles in the other direction. Shortly, you catch a glimpse of one of the surveillance cameras mounted in the upper corner of the ceiling before it is destroyed by a deflected shot.

You know you are being watched.

Together and as a team, it does not take long until you have fought your way through the entire cruiser, through almost all enemy troops, and are now close to your final destination. The Force that called you here is incredibly strong, even stronger than you expected. And you can clearly feel it.

“Y/N!”, your name echoes through the battle as you pound one of the troopers against the wall with a flying ammo box, crushing it motionless. “This way.”

Disposing of your last opponent by severing its mechanical arms and legs, you extinguish your lightsaber blade and follow Luke into an elevator, adjusting the hood of your cloak that has slightly slipped during combat. You stand closely next to him, breathing heavily and trying to control your breathing, while the fight did not bother Luke at all. Which is pretty unfair considering how many dark troopers he took out on his own.

“Did you count?”, is the only thing Luke asks you, his gaze fixed ahead, his hand on the hilt of his lightsaber. Nodding, you answer his question, and a small smile pulls at the corner of your lips. You can’t fully reply, however, when the elevator abruptly stops on the selected floor and the doors hiss open.

As if in slow motion, Luke steps out first, the green blade already lit again, and faces the crowd of dark troopers who have just been waiting for the both of you. Immediately, Luke deflects and dodges each trooper’s blaster shots, severing the first of them in two. Startled, you take a step back all of a sudden, not knowing exactly what made you do it, the adrenaline dulling all your senses.

Moving quickly, closely behind Luke, you also take out a dark trooper who has gotten a little to close for your liking. You use the Force to pull one of them towards you, but do not manage to pull him as close as you originally intended, which surprises you once again. Luke does not realize, however, as he swipes his green lightsaber across the trooper from top to the bottom. The next one he pushes backwards with a boost of the Force.

Thrilled and exhausted, you watch as he effectively crushes the very last enemy with the Force in a matter of seconds with a tiny flick of his hand, an action that only makes you realize just how powerful Luke really is.

You still have a lot to learn.

Now, you stand alone in front of the locked blast door that protects those you came here for. A deep indentation in the door indicates that you got here just in time.

As you stagger, preparing to open the thick door with your lightsaber, it already hisses to the side on its own, opening up a view of the bridge. The sliding doors reveal, even though blurry, a group of the most diverse inhabitants of the galaxy: bounty hunters, Mandalorians, Imperials, and…

“Are you Jedi?”, the Mandalorian in shining silver armor asks after you have removed your hoods and revealed your faces upon entering.

“We are”, Luke replies calmly, his eyes shifting to the left toward the small green figure hiding behind the back of a chair. You watch as Luke reaches out to the Force-sensitive child and asks him to come along. His words ring in your head from afar, as if he weren’t standing right next to you.

You can tell from the Mandalorian’s movement that they are still talking, but their conversation is drowned out by a loud and uncomfortable beeping in your ear. When a sudden rush of pain shoots through you all of a sudden, you wince and take another step back, as if something invisible hit you out of nowhere.

Instinctively, your hand grabs your side and when it comes into contact with your skin you can’t help but cry out in pain. The moment you look down at yourself and there is dark blood all over your hand, your blood, the realization hits you roughly.

You weren’t hit by something invisible. Unnoticedly, you were hit by a blaster shot, one that neither Luke nor you were able to deflect after stepping out of the elevator. This also explains why you staggered all of a sudden, why you were suddenly unconcentrated and could no longer properly recognize the figures in front of you, why you are now on the fastest way to the hard, cold ground.

If it weren’t for Luke, who catches you in one swift movement and slowly slides you to the ground, his hands tightly wrapped around your body, you would have hit your head. You do not want to seem weak, especially not in front of him, which is probably why you have been subconsciously suppressing the pain all along. However, you are wounded more severely than you thought, at least judging by the expression on Luke’s face after he took a closer look at your bleeding wound.

Perplexed and no longer able to fully comprehend what is happening around you, your vision only gets clear for short intervals. At first, you recognize several silhouettes looking at you, including the tiny green creature, while the next moment you hear R2-D2’s worried squeak. Then you are blinded by a bright light before feeling severe pain that suddenly vanishes again and then, out of nowhere, an X-Wing appears in front of you. Before you know it, you are in the endless vastness of space and then you slip into pure darkness.

When you can open your eyes properly for the first time after what feels like hours of being unconscious, even though your head is still constantly buzzing, it takes you a moment to find your way back to the here and now. A brown wall made of some kind of fabric reveals in front of you and you realize that you are lying on a makeshift bamboo bed, your jedi robe on top of you, turned into a blanket. Outside of what appears to be a tent you hear the soft cracking of a fire that casts eerie shadows on the tent wall. Unable to hear any other sounds, you quickly want to get up and search for Luke as the fear coursing through you due to his absence is quickly replaced by pain.

Groaning, you touch the familiar spot, where you were hit by blaster fire not too long ago, with your hand. Now, there is a large bacta patch attached to your skin, covering and protecting the wound. Slowly but surely acquainting yourself with your new immobility, you crawl to the entrance of the makeshift tent and pull the fabric that works as a door aside.

The light of the flames blinds you for a brief moment, but at the same time greets you with a pleasant warmth immediately.

“Y/N! You are awake”, Luke says, visibly glad as he quickly gets up from his cross-legged position next to the fire and rushes to you, dropping to the ground next to you while putting a safe arm around your shoulders. His other hand he places on your cheek and his eyes search your face for cluses as to how you are doing.

“I- Where are we?”, you ask in amazement, not being able to clearly see where you are even when you take a look at your surroundings. All you can recognize is that you are hidden in some forest in the galaxy. Your train of thought is interrupted, however, when a childlike cooing sounds next to you. You are shocked to find that the little green creature has come along this journey with you.

“May I introduce you, this is Grogu”, Luke introduces the two of you, and Grogu coos at the mention of his name, ears pricked. “Grogu, this is Y/N.”

Grogu’s little green hand touches your leg, seemingly his own way of greeting you, causing you to briefly giggle. You have to stop yourself, however, as the excruciating pain washes over you once more.

“I don’t know how it happened! I deflected all the shots, but this one must have escaped me and got you straight”, Luke chatters away, the guilt clearly written on his face. “The medical bay on this damn cruiser had hardly any equipment, so I could only put a bacta patch on the wound. I hope-”

“Luke”, you interrupt him gently, putting your hand on the side of his face now in order to force him to look directly at you. “It’s fine, I’m fine. It only hurts a little when I move. Or breathe.”

Luke immediately takes a breath in, ready to interject once more, presumably to tell you to lie down, but this time he remains silent as you pull his face towards you and bring your lips together in a gentle kiss. You don’t know what exactly made you do it, maybe it is the adrenaline that is still rushing through your veins, or it just felt right in that exact moment, here and now. Whatever it was, here you are, kissing Luke Skywalker and he seems to agree, actually deepening the kiss while leaning his torso more over your body, running his hand down the sides of your body, the side that is not injured. Wait a minute..

With a sudden jerk you promptly move away from Luke and look down at yourself, startled, examining the bacta patch that is still in place. However, the painful tug you felt when moving suddenly disappeared. Puzzled and not quite understanding what happened, Luke also looks at your wound, immediately grabbing your hand when you start to remove the patch, trying to prevent you from doing so.

“Y/N-”

“Wait, wait. It.. doesn’t hurt anymore”, you brush him off and he lets you remove the patch. Together you draw in a sharp breath at the same time as the bacta patch reveals your shining skin, no traces of a wound left. As if it never even existed.  

“What..”, both of you start, when Grogu, who has settled down right next to you in the meantime, answers with a coo, stretching out one of his tiny hands. At that exact moment the realization what this little guy apparently tries to tell you dawns upon you, and apparently also on Luke.

“No, no. That is absolutely impossible”, Luke immediately denies what you are both trying to comprehend at that moment, examining his own hands closely with wide eyes. He tries to understand that he healed you and did it with nothing but the Force itself.

“The sacred jedi texts say that-”

“Of course I just magically healed you with the Force and he tells me it’s what he always does”, Luke murmurs softly under his breath, causing you to look at him, placing Grogu on your lap while your heartbeat picks up again when you lock eyes with Luke. Questioningly, you stare at him, although you know exactly what he means. “I suppose now I will never have the courage to-”

“This is incredible!”, you yelp with delight, taking Grogu by surprise as the next moment he is stumbling backwards, R2 next to him beeping at you reproachfully as the protective brother he is. Happy and completely pain-free, you grab the little one and hold him in your arms so that he examines you with his huge eyes. Even though you know he can’t answer you or you wouldn’t understand since you don’t know how Luke is able to communicate with him, you smile at the little creature that reminds you of an old master while Luke still has to process the situation.

Which is more than fine with you, because that way he will not notice how fast your heart is beating after you have just kissed him out of nowhere.

“Courage for what?”, you interrupt him now, actually curious, but still a bit shy and reserved. The hope that he is triggering inside of you scares you. You weren’t even this scared when facing the dark troopers as you are in this moment. And Luke feels exactly the same.

“I- Well-”, Luke begins, but when he finds himself at a loss for the right words, he is the one leaning in and joining your lips in a soft kiss that you did not see coming at all. He gently moves his lips against yours and if you did not know better, you feel him smile against you every now and then.

Only when he breaks the kiss do you dare to take a deep breath in, although his face is still incredibly close in front of yours. His beautiful shining eyes light up at the sight of you, saying so much more than words ever could. Never again can you imagine living without that feeling inside of you, that mutual feeling of being loved feels so intoxicating.

R2-D2, who is currently talking to the child, does not seem to be bothered by the renewed awkward silence between the two of you. Rather, he takes this as an opportunity to beep even louder and tell one of his great stories.

“I-”, you try to start another conversation with Luke, who is still looking at you with so much affection that you could melt right there and then. Pulling yourself together, however, you slowly continue, emphasizing every single word: “By the way, I have eliminated fifteen dark troopers.”

There is a brief silence, and it almost looks as if Luke has stopped breathing for a second. But then he snorts loudly, and his beautiful laugh rings out to you. You can’t help but join his laughter until he abruptly stops and looks at you with all seriousness, his hand on your cheek and his thumb caressing your bottom lip.

“I got twenty-five.”

[moonknightly]

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nothing, everything

“His anger was coming from a place of love, that was undeniable. What he had heard you tell Finn truly scared him, and he didn’t know how to work through or process what you had said. It didn’t make any sense to him.”

better love

“Sometimes, he would catch you staring at him from across the room, when you thought he wasn’t looking. You often fell asleep in his quarters, your head upon his chest as you shared his bed, your side becoming just that — yours. There might have been a time or two where he thought you were going to kiss him, only to pull away at the last second. And you could never fucking stop touching his hand.”

elusive

“Your voice had never once faltered, never once giving away how worried and terrified you had been. It had stayed steady, and confident. You were so sure of your pilot and his ability to get himself home in one piece, and Poe was almost positive that that was what ended up getting him through it.”

not thinking of you

“He didn’t know how to answer your question. Didn’t want to answer your question, because he knew what he saw and he knew what it meant, but he didn’t know how to even begin to process it.”

maybe i want you to

“Every single night, he would enter your quarters with a smirk on his face, grabbing the hem of his bed shirt and lifting it off before flinging it behind him, not really caring where it landed. He would crawl into bed with you, and hold you. Talk to you, and tell you stories. Sleep and then wake up, only for you to treat him as if he didn’t exist until the next night.”

hey love

“You sat there, content and happy with your little family, on a planet so far away from home that was slowly starting to become one.”

blood in your veins | two *

“The blood in your veins felt like fire every time you thought of him, and like ice each time a stranger’s hands slid down your body — a confusing and complicated mix that you had grown accustomed to. But tonight, you felt nothing but heat move through you.”

until i’m home

“But the fire igniting itself within you was suddenly extinguished. Your gaze fluttered back to Poe only to find a shadow of the man who had been standing there just seconds before.”

she’s not yours | two

“But then you laughed again, the sound echoing through the expansive room, and he couldn’t take it anymore. Poe glanced down towards the datapad in his hand, the frown on his lips only deepening as he could still hear you from across the hangar. He loved the sound of your laugh, but not like this.”

i can make you feel again

“And then there was a single, deafening shot, and the hot splatter of blood against your cheek.”

sanctified

“Would she really have left him on his knees, pleading to a false God for some reason as to why he was left with a gaping hole between his ribcage where she had once made her home in his chest? If he had loved her harder, would she still have slipped through the cracks in his fingers?”

forgive my sins *

“You hated how quickly your gaze fluttered over to him — how much control he truly had over you. You hated the way your body reacted to just a couple of small commands thrown from him, and how he undoubtedly knew the effect he had on you.”

so ruthless, darling

“His devilish smirk still stood and she still looked completely uninterested, as if the knife in her hand was a pen and the blood coating her fingers was merely ink.”

when you can’t sleep at night

“You knew that if he wasn’t in bed beside you at such an ungodly hour, it meant that he was probably in his office, maybe smoking some spice, wanting to be left alone.”

copper colored quiet

“Thrown into the waves of grief, and then having to try to keep your head above the water long enough to remind yourself that it was all okay, that reality existed outside of what your mind was telling you.”

now i’m hungry for blood again *

“…you could find sweet religion in his eyes and build a church in the palm of his hand, but those eyes, that tongue — you would sin, and sin, and sin as he brought you to your knees. He was your confessional, his name your most desperate prayer, your moans an erotic hymn.”

if we were vampires

“If we were vampires and death was a joke this wouldn’t be so fucking hard.”

sinking down into my thoughts

“He couldn’t take the ghosts in his lungs and the skeletons in his closet. He couldn’t stand the taste of war anymore, so permanent on his tongue. The battles stitched across the skin of his back. All of the times he had failed.”

and i love you for it

“’When I told you I loved you,’ he started, his voice hardly audible and somewhat cold, though the harshness was meant for himself, never for you. ‘I wanted you to tell me that you hated me.’”

lovely to love you

“You could feel his gaze burning holes into your skin, but you didn’t mind, because you didn’t know if he would ever look at you like that again, with such an intensity and such a raging passion burning behind his brown irises.”

second chances

“Whoever said your first date with a person would be the most awkward of dates fucking lied, and clearly had never been on a second first date before.”

tear you apart *

“He had never let another person mark him before, and fuck, he was enjoying it.”

but the one i love

“But maybe you were the answer. Maybe you were the one thing that could take his pain away.”

hit and run

“He always felt so safe in your arms. In your embrace, there was no fighting, no war. Poe wasn’t a general, he was simply Poe. Your Poe. He always loved it when you called him that.”

when will the stars align?

“You wanted Poe to want you just as much as you wanted him, and you wanted him to put his hand on your thigh while he whispered into your ear, but he’d never look at you like he was looking at her.”

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Give her the life I never had; Harry Potter x child reader

*Author’s note*

So this came from my Wattpad requests and this is my first Harry potter (character not fandom) fic that I have written so I hope I didn’t mess this up for any hardcore Potterheads out there.  So this takes place during the Battle at Hogwarts so expect some death and violence involved, other than that not really much anything really. I know it’s been awhile since my last update but I hope to pick up the pace and post up some more stuff and then HOPEFULLY open up requests here since I know you all have been waiting patiently for that.

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It was finally over. All of it.  Voldemort was now dead, the Death eaters defeated, and now the Elder wand was destroyed and lost to the sea.  I looked towards the ruins of Hogwarts knowing that the stone and walls can be rebuilt, some of our friends would be able to heal their physical wounds, however some mental wounds won’t.

The Weasleys they’ll always have to live with Fred’s death for the rest of their life and grieve over the fact he’ll never come back, especially George.  I had seen just how close their brotherly bond was, even when they had nothing they had each other, now George was gonna have to make do on his own, if he could.

And Hermione, while she doesn’t want us to know I had a feeling at what she had done to protect her muggle parents, thankfully with her and Ron seeming to repair their growing relationship, I know the Weasley’s will welcomingly be the family she needs now more than ever.

As I walked along the school grounds that’s when I came across (Y/n) getting looked over by one of the healers.  When she looked towards me, she gently smiled and I smiled softly back at her thinking back on how I found her in all this chaos.

The battle was pure hell.  Spells and curses being blasted, bodies dropping like flies, and rubble from the school walls crumbling down as repercussions from the spells firing out.

I had pushed back a Death Eater with an Stupefy spell which sent him flying all the way across the Great Hall.  Another death eater soon came right at me but I quickly disposed of his wand first before giving him the paralyzing spell.

That’s when I heard it.  The sound of a young girl crying.  I quickly ran around the corridor and saw just down the stairs where I once found the Mirror of Erised, a young girl around maybe her 1-2nd year hovering over an older girl who looked almost like her but had longer hair.  The young girl with shorter hair was weeping hysterically as she kept crying.

“Liz? Lizzie. Get up sis. Oh please get up.” From the pale skin and the soulless eyes that Lizzie had, I knew immediately she had been hit with the Killing curse. Cautiously I walked over to her and said.

“Are you alright?” the young girl looked up at me and she sniffled.

“Yes. But my sister she—she won’t wake up yet her eyes are open.” Knowing how I hadn’t learned of the 3 unforgiving curses until my 4th year at Hogwarts, she must’ve not known what exactly happened to her sister.

“What’s your name?”

“(Y/n). (Y/n) (l/n).”

“Well (Y/n), I…….I’m afraid to tell you this but……..your sister’s—she’s dead.”

“What? No but….if she were dead her eyes would be shut, the spell that hit her just made her collapse. Like the paralysis spell.”

“But it wasn’t a blue light that hit her, was it?” she looked back down at her sister and touched her cheek.  “I’m afraid it was the most dangerous of all unforgiving curses. The Killing Curse.” She sniffled and hugged her sister’s corpse and choked out.

“But—she was…..she’s all I have left!” I looked around and two more Death eaters spotted us.

“Get behind me.” I urged (Y/n).  Without question she got behind me and I held out my wand and as they charged toward us I called out, “Stupefy!” which sent one Death eater flying backwards but then I felt a shock to my hand which sent my wand flying towards the second Death eater’s hand.  She sneered at me but then a voice exclaimed.

“Petrificus Totalus!” the female Death eater soon went stiff and fell to the ground.  I turned and saw that it was (Y/n) who had casted the curse.  I ran over and took my wand back from the witch and told her.

“Come on. We can’t stay here.” She took one last look at her sister.  I knew she was hesitant to leave her but if she remained here, she’d be a sitting duck.  “Your sister would want you safe (Y/n).” she turned to me and nodded before taking my hand and we raced out of the hallway.

Together the two of us worked together to fend off the oncoming Death Eaters, but one Death eater used an Inferno spell which burnt (Y/n)’s arm pretty bad.  I shielded her from the next oncoming Inferno attack but the heat of the flames was almost too strong for me to hold back.  That’s when a wave of water came and extinguished the flames and the Death Eater was flown backwards till his back hit a column and he collapsed dead.

We turned and there stood Professor McGonagall.

“Professor.”

“Harry, Ms. (L/n) are you both alright?”

“I am, (Y/n) however got burnt on her arm.” She walked up to us and she examined (Y/n)’s arm. She let out a painful hiss and the Professor said.

“I’ll take care of her from here Potter.”

“Thank you Professor.” Just as I was about to leave, I felt a hand grab the sleeve of my shirt and I saw that it was (Y/n).

“Thank you, Harry Potter.” I smiled down at her and nodded to her.  She released my sleeve and I ran off to finally end this once and for all.

I walked over to her just as the healer cleared her off and moved onto the next student that needed medical treatment.  I sat down beside her and asked her.

“How are you doing (Y/n)?”

“Shaky but—alive.” She softly scoffed.  “But at what cost? My sister’s dead. She was the only family I had left. Now the ministry will probably put me in the Magic for Orphans facility, and with me almost being a teenager, no one will want me.”

I was probably the only one who knew what she must be going through.  Even though we were orphaned in different circumstances, we still lost our loved ones to Voldemort.  Now I must be crazy because I had no clear idea of what to do next but what I did know was that I couldn’t leave (Y/n) alone anymore.

“What if—” I started off by saying.  “What if you…had someone to look after you?”

“But, but Harry I—I have no other living relatives. It’s always just been me and my sister since our parents died three years ago at the Quidditch world cup.”

“I know, but what if there was someone who wanted to help you out. Give you a home so that you wouldn’t have to suffer any potential abuse or neglect.”

“And just who would that person be?” I sighed softly before telling her.

“You’re looking at him.” Her eyes softly widened before she let out a soft gasp.

“But-but why? I mean no offense Harry but…..why would you want to help me out?”

“Let’s just say, from one orphan to another I know how lonely it can be. I had no clue about the magic world till I was just your age, and though I may not know how the Ministry of Magic deals with orphaned wizards, I do know a thing or two about living in terrible conditions. I lived practically my whole childhood in a tiny hall closet in my aunt and uncle’s place. And I wouldn’t want you to potentially go through that type of abuse in a stranger’s home.”

(Y/n) was silent for a moment, taking in what I just said.  Weighing out her options before thinking about what answer she would give me.

“If not I’ll understand, I’ll check in whenever I can. But just know you won’t go through the rest of your life alone.” She looked up at me.  Her eyes that were once filled with tears, but now filled with courage and strength as she said.

“If it won’t be too much trouble with you, I’ll go with you.” I softly smiled at her and told her taking notice of her robes.

“Spoken like a true Gryffindor.”

After that, the Weasley family, Hermione, myself and (Y/n) returned to the Weasley’s old home the Burrow and decided to rebuild it, a symbol as a fresh start to all our lives after this whole war.

We also had a memorial service for both Fred and (Y/n)’s older sister, each of us speaking for both Fred and (Y/n)’s sister before finally burying them and summoning a beautiful garden around them of their favorite flowers and plants.

As the sun was starting to set I saw (Y/n) still standing over her sister’s grave.  I walked out to her and said.

“Mrs. Weasley’s prepared supper for all of us. She says you best come in before it’s all gone.” (Y/n) remained silent.  I softly sighed and without another word I just stood there beside her.  She may not want to talk, but she should at least know that someone was there when she was ready.

“I—never thought I’d have to face this world without her. Even through our fights, especially after mom and dad died, she was always there for me. She especially liked to tease me about my crush on Joey Matarazzo, saying we’d get married one day and have kids of our own. Now she won’t ever see me grow up, or achieve any dreams I’ll have for the future.”

“Let me tell you something my Godfather once told me. He told me that the ones that love us never really leave us. And we can always find them, in here.” I pointed to her heart.

She looked up at me and finally for the first time I saw a true, genuine smile.  She came closer to me and wrapped an arm around my waist and rested her head against my ribs.  I wrapped an arm around her and we stood there for a few more minutes before walking back inside the Burrow to join the Weasley’s for dinner.

*FF 19 years later.*

It was like any other year, but this time it was my second son’s first time doing this.  I could already see from the look on his face that he looked anxious about his first year going as we came up to platform 9¾.

“Together.” I assured him as we took hold of his cart and we both ran straight through the brick wall and found ourselves right by the Hogwarts Express.  As we walked closer to the train, we soon found Ron and Hermione with their kids, I spotted Draco and his wife and son bidding their goodbyes.  He and I looked at each other, neither of us speaking a word but he gave me a point nod, and I nodded back to him.

“I was beginning to think I’d have to write my own brothers up for detention already.” A female voice soon spoke up and coming right towards us was (Y/n), all grown up and in her Professor robes.

Since the battle she continued on her Hogwarts education and excelled in both Magical creature knowledge and potions making.  By the time she was in her 4th year at Hogwarts, Ginny and I had agreed to legally adopt her as our own child and she was beyond thrilled at the news.  After graduating, she worked with me at the Ministry of Magic to focus on potion brewery before enrolling to be the next Potions Professor and this would be her second year teaching that class.

I’m told she’s kind but firm when it comes to students goofing off in that class, but she is always there to make sure no student messes up a potion and causes injuries either to themselves or others.

“Not in the slight.” I assured her.

“Good. I would hate to have to write them up to Headmaster McGonagall.” She told me.  She looked down at her brothers and asked them, “So boys, you ready?”

“Oh yeah!” exclaimed James while Albus was more reserved and didn’t really say anything. Instead he walked away and sat down with his arms hugging his legs close to him.  (Y/n) and I looked at each other and I told her to get James onto the train as well as herself while I talked to James.  She nodded and guided James as well as his things over to the train while I walked over to Albus and knelt down beside him.

“Dad,” he spoke. “What if I am put in Slytherin?”

“Albus Severus Potter. You were named after two Headmasters of Hogwarts. And one of them was a Slytherin. And he was the bravest man I had ever known. But if it means to you, you can choose Gryffindor. The sorting hat does take that into consideration.”

“Really?” I nodded. “But how would you feel? If I was sorted into Slytherin?”

“Then Slytherin will have gained the best wizard they could ask for.” He smiled and embraced me and I hugged him back.  “Now come on, off you go.” We then walked towards the train and Albus got himself situated inside with his brother and Ron and Hermione’s kids, and riding alongside them to keep an eye on them to Hogwarts was (Y/n).

As I stood by my friends and we watched the train leave the station, waving goodbye to our kids I couldn’t help but feel like we had done it.  The war ended almost 2 decades ago and now our children can learn magic in a better world, a world without Death Eaters, a world without darkness and death, a world without a Dark Lord.

A peaceful time in our world.

[tomhardysteeth]

Use Your Imagination

[ao3]

2.9k Eddie Brock/Venom Based entirely on the Venom: Let There Be Carnage trailer

Eddie woke up to the feel of his body tugging indiscriminately out from his back. He sighed and reached behind himself, easily finding a tentacle and tickling it until it retreated back inside him.

Wake up, Eddie, Venom said cheerily, running a slimy three-pronged tendril across his face delicately. We’re hungry.

“Ugh, can’t you just bring me something in here?” Eddie replied grumpily, burying his face in his pillow.

No. Venom took control of his legs and lifted him up and onto the floor, and Eddie momentarily lost his balance before a tentacle righted him.

Eddie groaned and stretched his back, cracking it. He headed to the bathroom and took a piss while a tentacle brushed his teeth.

He was exhausted, because he and Venom had finally tracked down all the guys harassing Mrs. Chen and had spent half the night running—literally running—them down. But Venom was even more chaotically energetic than usual because it had gotten to eat three people.

And Eddie couldn’t drink caffeine anymore—Venom hated it—so he was resigned to his orange juice and to spending the entirety of the morning just trying to wake up. 

“Babe, what the hell are you making?” Eddie asked as his body shifted minutely with the extension of several tentacles all over the kitchen. 

Breakfast, Venom replied as it knocked several things out of the fridge and onto the floor.

“You can’t possibly be hungry.”

No, but you are. 

Eddie wasn’t entirely sure how their digestive systems worked, but he knew his body didn't even notice when they ate people, and his appetite was completely different than it used to be and also completely different from humans in general. He had to eat big, disgusting meals at least three times a day, and despite Venom assuring him that they both needed the sustenance to survive, Eddie couldn’t help but notice that he had gained weight.

Not that he could get on a scale. He broke his bathroom scale when he tried, presumably because a massively dense alien inhabited his body. That being said, his belly stuck out farther than it used to and his jeans were too tight.

Venom was making a mess and singing along (terribly) to the radio, so Eddie took a seat at the kitchen table and tried to dig his phone out of the pocket of his robe with his hand, but a tentacle got to it first and handed it to him.

He scrolled for a few minutes, ignoring the crashing sounds and the fire that he could see in his peripheral vision. Venom would clean it all up eventually, so it was fine. 

“Don’t forget to feed the chickens,” Eddie said distractedly, still looking at his phone.

Don’t forget to feed the chickens, Venom mocked in a nagging voice. 

They always had a few chickens in their apartment that Eddie got from a local farmer so Venom could eat live meat whenever it needed it. Except for the one chicken Venom had apparently imprinted on and was actually just their pet. Venom had named her Popsicle.

Ta-da, Venom said as it dropped two plates stacked high with who knows what underneath the waffles. 

“Thanks, Vee. Looks great,” Eddie lied. 

Venom swirled the end of a tentacle across his face, and Eddie reached up a hand to hold it steady so he could kiss it. 

Venom always helped with eating, because despite Eddie’s weird appetites, he still found it difficult to actually put food to mouth without gagging a bit. He also hated how long it took to eat enough to make him full, so Venom took to mindlessly feeding him, quicker than Eddie could feed himself, while he checked his emails and read the news.

What do you want to do this weekend? Venom asked as it put a fork to Eddie’s mouth.

“Nothing,” Eddie mumbled around the food.

Oooh, spicing it up a bit from last weekend when we did nothing.

Eddie huffed a laugh and reached for a limb, tangling his fingers through the threads of Venom’s biomass. 

After breakfast, Eddie got caught up in reading on his phone, so Venom took over control of his body and moved him onto the couch. It laid him on his back and propped pillows behind his head and under his arm, then it produced several tentacles out of the center of his chest and took to cleaning the mess it had made.

Eddie couldn’t see his phone past the tentacles, so a smaller tendril emerged and held it for him. His hands free, he stuck his right down the front of his boxers and lazily played with himself. 

Venom ignored him, too busy humming along to the radio to notice that Eddie was getting hard. After about five minutes, Eddie got bored and stopped his hand, resting it palm down inside the waistband of his boxers. His neglected boner softened.

There was a knock on the door, followed by Anne’s voice shouting at them to turn off the music. 

Eddie jumped and reflexively sucked a couple tentacles back into his body. Another limb caught his phone before it fell to the floor, then even more tentacles came out of his back and pushed him upright and closed his robe for him. 

Venom had cleaned much of the mess in the kitchen, but there was still cereal all over the counter, dishes piled precariously in the sink and on the stove, bullet holes in the fridge door, a tire swing hanging by the kitchen table, gaping holes in the ceiling, a four-foot stack of various bones from different creatures in the corner—hacked up by Venom during digestion.

“The chickens—grab the fucking chickens,” Eddie whisper-shouted as he walked to the door, Popsicle under his arm. 

Venom grabbed the other three chickens and held them out of sight of the cracked door. 

“Hey, Annie,” Eddie greeted. 

She tried to peer through the door, but Eddie had a tight grip on it, only revealing a sliver of his body to her. 

“You didn’t text me last night,” she said.

Eddie closed his eyes. “Right. Sorry. We got home really fucking late, and it just slipped my mind.” 

“Eddie, I have to know you’re OK.” Anne tilted her head and moved her eyes like if she looked hard enough then the door would magically swing open. 

“We’re fine, Annie. We took care of things.” Eddie avoided telling Anne details of his and Venom's vigilantism, but he always tried to text her to let her know they were safe. 

“Eddie.”

“Hmm?”

“Are you holding a chicken?”

As Eddie looked down at the chicken under his arm, Anne shoulder-tackled him and the door simultaneously and made a break for it into his apartment. Venom immediately encased her in tentacles and tossed her back into the hallway and slammed the door shut in her face.

I HAVEN’T FINISHED CLEANING UP IN HERE, ANNIE, AND I’D LIKE TO SPEAK TO YOUR MOTHER ABOUT YOUR FUCKING MANNERS, Venom shouted.

Several neighbors yelled and banged on the walls, demanding that Venom shut the fuck up. 

“HEY!” Eddie shouted at the top of his lungs. He grabbed a broom with his hand and a mop with a tentacle and aggressively hit the ends of them against the ceiling and walls. “NEED I REMIND YOU FREELOADERS WHO TOOK CARE OF CRAIG?” 

Craig was their (missing for 35 days and counting) landlord. 

Anne pounded on the door. “Eddie, open this fucking door, I swear to god!”

Eddie forcefully cracked the door, only enough for Anne to see one of his narrowed eyes. “You’re not allowed to judge how we live.”

She pushed on the door, and he allowed her to come inside. A solid minute passed in which Anne stood in the middle of the apartment with her hands on her hips and surveyed the room without saying anything. Then, in an even tone:

“Alright. First question. Tire swing?”

Venom continued cleaning. Eddie stood next to Anne.

“Do you want the real answer or the PG answer?”

Anne’s whole body revolted. “Ew, oh my god. Gross, gross, gross—”

No, Annie, look, it’s just for this, Venom said, extending a head out of Eddie’s shoulder and snaking several tentacles around the tire. It spun the tire as fast as possible in one direction and then unraveled itself in a gooey mess as the tire spun in the other direction. 

“Oh,” Anne said. “Is that really what you use it for?”

Venom’s head was in the middle of the tire with limbs extending out to swing itself back and forth. No, I suspend Eddie in it and fuck him until he cries.

Anne cursed and threw her hands up in the air. Eddie and Venom laughed.

“Alright, next question.” Anne said after she had recovered. “Are the chickens for eating?”

“Yeah, except for Popsicle.” Eddie pointed across the room at where Popsicle was pecking at unidentified detritus on the floor.

“How the hell do you know which one Popsicle is?” 

“What do you mean? She’s that one.” He pointed again.

“They all look the same, Eddie.”

No. Popsicle looks like that. Venom pointed a tendril toward Popsicle. And the food looks like that. Another tendril split off into three prongs to point at the other chickens. 

Anne dropped her head and put her fingers to her temples, rubbing in circles. 

The toaster oven exploded. 

“Jesus, Vee, what did I tell you about—”

WELL maybe if SOMEONE would let me steal an oven then we could—

“Where the hell are we gonna put an oven in here? You gonna steal it from one of our neighbors?”

They continued arguing with each other while a tentacle grabbed a fire extinguisher from their stash of fire extinguishers in the coat closet and put the toaster oven out. 

“I don’t think you’re gonna get your deposit back, Eddie,” Anne said, still looking around his apartment. Her eyes stopped on the wicker basket full of dildos by the TV, but she didn't comment on it. 

A rock hit Eddie’s window. Venom opened it and stuck a tentacle out, and the neighborhood kids down on the street cheered and asked if it had time to play. 

“Go ahead, babe,” Eddie said.

It always felt a little strange when Venom removed so much of itself from inside Eddie’s body. It of course had to leave some still inside him, but just one tiny thread connected them together as Venom fanned out on the outside of the apartment building and juggled as many mundane objects as the children had in their power to throw up at it. Rocks, old toys, dolls, basketballs, baseball bats, a lawn chair, a pan of broccoli casserole, a cat. 

“How the hell do you live like this, Eddie?” Anne asked. 

Eddie cleared a space on the kitchen counter by shoving cereal onto the floor, then he grabbed two mugs off the sink pile and dug the coffeemaker out from the back of an extremely disorganized cabinet. The coffee itself was hidden from Venom in a plastic bag duct taped to the wall behind the fridge, so Eddie easily nudged the fridge to the side to retrieve it. He figured if Venom played with the kids long enough, he could get a little bit of caffeine in his body without it noticing. 

He said to Anne, “I’m in a relationship with an alien. What do you expect?”

Anne looked at the fridge then at Eddie, clearly confused by his inhuman strength. “I don’t know? For you to still act like an adult human?” 

Eddie internally tugged at the strands of Venom still inside him and found just enough biomass to make thick black veins pop out all over his face. “How ‘bout now? Do I still look like an adult human?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

Eddie pulled the veins back in. “Stop worrying about us, Annie. I know it looks like a disaster in here, but that’s because our life is a disaster. It works for us.”

A child shrieked in a loud laugh. Eddie could just barely see through the window that Venom was juggling the 5-year-old twin girls that lived in the apartment below them. 

“Babe!” Eddie yelled. “Put the girls down before somebody calls the fucking cops!”

The girls aww’d their disappointment as Venom carefully lowered them to the ground. 

“Eddie.”

He turned his attention back to Anne and waited for her to continue.

“Are you, um, safe? Like, what are the logistics of your...sex life?”

Eddie scrubbed a hand down his face. “Well, Annie, Vee is made up of a whole bunch of malleable tentacles, so I’d say use your imagination.”

Venom slithered its way back in, so Eddie tried to gulp down his coffee but didn’t finish before a tentacle wrenched it out of his hand and slung it into the sink.

“How do you know you’re not, like, subjecting yourself to some kind of alien STDs?” Anne asked. “Or, like, what if it’s changed your body composition so much that you guys are, like, capable of reproducing?”

Venom and Eddie both gasped and smiled at each other, Venom’s head floating just a couple feet away from Eddie’s. 

Eddie said, “Oh, that would be so cute if we had a little—” at the same time that Venom said Aww imagine if it had your good looks and my complexion—

“Fucking Christ, you guys are intolerable,” Anne interrupted. “Can you not be weird for, like, two seconds?”

Venom pouted at her and moved its head over to Eddie’s shoulders, nudging at his face and bumping against him like a needy cat. It wrapped two big tentacles around his waist like arms, and Eddie dropped his hands over them and squeezed affectionately. 

“What else did you come over here for, Annie?” Eddie asked.

She cleared her throat. “I was going to ask if you and Venom would like to come over to my apartment sometime to have dinner with me and Dan.”

Venom’s head popped up from where it was resting on Eddie’s shoulder. Dan is finally ready to hang out with me?!

“Yes, but he’s still a little delicate since—”

I tried to stick my tongue in his mouth when you were kissing him goodbye before going to rescue Eddie from Riot, yeah, I get that.

“You what?” Eddie asked.

“So if you could just try to temper yourselves a tiny bit, maybe leave the chickens at home and don’t talk about fucking each other,” Anne concluded. 

“He knows that we’re fucking each other, though, right?”

“Yes, but knowing it and being confronted with it are two totally different things.”

Hey, Annie, tell Dan I think he’s boring.

“Hey, be nice,” Eddie chastised, reaching a hand up to pat Venom’s face. 

Anne told them she would let them know a date and time, then she headed for the door with Eddie close on her heels. She turned and hugged him on her way out and didn’t flinch when a couple tentacles clung to her, too. 

They’re not going to feed us enough, Venom said after she was gone. 

“Yeah, we’ll have to pre-game.”

Eddie went back to his lazy spot on the couch and Venom went back to tidying up. This time, when Eddie’s hand inevitably found its way into his boxers, Venom took notice right away and teased a small tendril out of his thigh to join in on the fun. 

ALEXA, PLAY “LET’S GET IT ON” BY MARVIN GAYE.

“You broke the Alexa yesterday, babe.”

Right, I’ll just have to sing it myself.

Eddie closed his eyes and leaned his head back, stroking himself slowly. “Please don’t.”

Venom rumbled a complaint through Eddie’s entire body, but then it snaked two tentacles over his shoulders and down his chest and pulled his boxers off completely. Two more tentacles pushed out of Eddie’s back and hammocked him in, folding underneath him and then turning up toward the ceiling to grip the holes.

When they started having sex, it wasn’t really so much of a monumental decision as it was Venom participating in literally every single other aspect of Eddie’s life that it just didn’t make sense for it not to be involved in the most fun bit. After Venom had been with Eddie for a week or so, Eddie couldn’t avoid his sex drive anymore and tried to quietly jerk off. Venom, having already stuck its tentacles into everything else Eddie did, simply wrapped a limb around Eddie’s hand and helped him out. And Eddie, stupid and horny, had immediately asked the alien to fuck him with its tongue. 

So, here they were.

With Eddie suspended, Venom moved its head under him and licked its way around his rim. There was still only one small tendril helping his hand pump his cock, but they had plenty of time to—

“Eddie, I forgot my—oh my god, oh my fucking god, oh my fucking—”

Eddie dropped back down on the couch, biomass encasing his nakedness in a safe little cocoon, but Anne had already rushed out the door and slammed it shut. 

He sighed. “I guess she doesn’t have to use her imagination.”

[wesimpforxiao]

Say My Name and I’ll Be There:  5.2

Author’s Note:  I saw this on pinterest and thought it applied to Xiao XD  P.S.  Do you readers like that the story is in 2nd POV, or should I change it to 3rd person?  My thinking is this POV allows me to get away without mentioning appearances or a chosen name so ya’ll could be put in OC’s shoes?

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Is it just me, or is he looking my way?  You caught Childe in the act while you and your team retreated into the opposite tree line after Aether had taken the dragon tooth.  Something didn't feel right.  The trees seemed to close in on you like tunnel vision.  Was he planning on attacking you with the skirmishers at his side? Was he going to show his true colors now?  Is it time to face death?

He dismissed the soldiers and retreated from the direction you had all spotted the skirmishers in the first place.  He made a point to cast a meaningful glance your way.

I can't let it happen now, you looked to each of your teammates as you all ran through the snowy woods.  If he brought all of those Fatui agents on board with taking you out, the entire group would be overwhelmed.  The sheer cold puts us at a disadvantage.  Bennett could get hurt.  Xiao can't fight with his full strength.  When was the last time Aether and Childe sparred?  I can't rely on those results to protect me either.  

No one was paying attention; you could slip away and try to strike a deal with the Harbinger.  Bargain for Xiao's freedom and safety. You were hypersensitive to the weight of your coat on your shoulders, and the crunching of snow beneath your boots.  He can't hurt us now...not now!

You peeled away from the group and they continued to run towards a cave several hundred yards from their current position.  No one had heard you.  When you finally reached the first firepit, you found Childe waiting next to it.

"Oh there you are, ojou-chan!  Did you get the tooth? Where are the others?  They didn't run into trouble, did they?"  He greeted you with his signature friendly stature.

"Drop the act, Childe." You came to a halt maybe ten feet from him, with your back to the firepit.  It warmed your body significantly and you could finally feel your fingers and toes again.  He was on the far end of the open area.

"Whatever do you mean, ojou-chan?"  The mask didn't crack.

"We're alone now.  Is that what you wanted?"

Childe stared at you for a moment before breaking out into a loud fit of laughter.  "Oh ojou-chan, you know me so well〰"  He took a couple steps toward you.  "You should know I've been meaning to talk to you."

"That's close enough."  He stopped.  "I know what you're after."

"Oh?"  A dangerous glint sparked in his eyes, one that you've never seen before.  "Enlighten me then."

"I don't want Xiao dragged into whatever mess you brought upon us.  Whatever your plan entails, it ends with me."

"A noble sacrifice for a man that will not love you," he smirked.  "Why do you try to protect him when he can clearly fight for himself?"

"He's been through enough already," your hands closed into fists as you recalled his horrific past.  "I'll go with you, but only if you give me your word you won't take him too."

"Ha!  I feel no need to fight you, ojou-chan."  The sincerity in his voice attracted your gaze back to him.  "I don't wish to hurt you."

"Huh..?"  That's out of character.  Is this some sort of trap?

"I...have other goals in mind.  They require your cooperation, of course.  And your cutting of ties with the adeptus."

"Cutting ties?  Why would I do that?"  Your brows furrowed.

"My loyalty lies with the Tsaritsa, but I have a special interest with this mission after meeting you, ojou-chan," he made his way closer, and you stood in total confusion.  "I will personally see to it that you will not get harmed at all in Snezhnaya.  It all depends on your answer."

"You...I don't get what you mean.  What answer?  What exactly are you asking of me?"  Whatever it was, you sure as hell weren't going to agree with it.  But as soon as the questions left your lips, you knew.

He does like you.

Childe took note of the realization--and the fear--on your face and continued. "Surrender is a valid option, I promise I'll be gentle.  This is a simple route that avoids all the fighting and pain.  All you need to do is allow me to love you, and I won't harm your friends.  You have my word."

"L-love me?"  The words left a terrible taste in your mouth.  "I...I could never!  I could never love you, either!  You killed my Granny...you stole her house from her frail hands.  You...You!" Your sword made a metallic sound as it was unsheathed.

Childe inhaled and manifested his bow.  He nocked an arrow onto his finger and drew the string to his cheek.  "A most expected answer, ojou-chan.  Thank you for strengthening my resolve.  This will be much more enjoyable now."  Whatever turmoil that shone in his eyes was long gone  and replaced with pure malice.  "Let's make this a fair fight."  The arrow shot into the fire and extinguished it.

"Tch." You ran toward him as fast as you could in the snow, and crossed sword with lance.

"Not bad," your opponent grinned with satisfaction.  "Where'd you learn this technique from?"  You somehow managed to keep up with his unrelenting blows thanks to the muscle memory that belonged to Xiao.  "I don't recall the adeptus ever training you."

"Ngh!"  He landed a kick to your stomach and you fell into the snow.  Childe let you get back up, completely high on the thrill of fighting you and more than intent on dragging it out so he could watch your fighting spirit diminish.  I may be keeping up with him, but I can't land a solid blow like this.  You slowly removed your two remaining jackets and tossed them into the snow next to the extinguished firepit.  If I can somehow finish the fight quickly...You knew it was a hopeless battle.  A fight between a non-vision wielder and a harbinger that wields both vision and delusion? Complete and utter self-annihilation will ensue.

"I admire your tenacity, comrade," he watched the jackets fall.  "But now that I have my answer, there's no reason to wait any longer."  He shoved his lance towards you when your guard was down.

"I won't let you hurt him!"   You swung your blade to parry, and a sudden blast of material sent the two of you flying backwards into the snow.  Your vision was suddenly looking into the tree canopy.  "Ugh, wha--?"  You sat up to find ice shards scattered across the snow.  Something cool and metallic sat in your free hand.  You opened your palm to reveal what you least expected.

A vision.

You stared at your hand with bewilderment while Childe rose to his feet with a mixture of shock, admiration, and annoyance.  "I see.  An unexpected development," he remarked with cold eyes.  "It's a shame you won't have the chance to wield it properly against me.  He drew his bow and aimed for your chest.  Another block of ice manifested before the arrow could pierce you.

You placed the artifact into your jean pocket, and you rose to your feet with a newfound confidence.  Maybe you could beat him here and now.  Images of Xiao's fights involuntarily crossed your mind, and a lance of ice materialized in your hand.  You held it so that the tip pointed directly at Childe.

Another clashing of blades, this time converting Childe's into an ice sculpture.  But not before you had managed to freeze his leg into the snow for a hot second.  You ducked at his swings, parried his attacks, and followed through with a sequence of your own--or rather Xiao's--attacks.  It looked like you were gaining the upper hand until Childe caught your blade in his gloved palm.

"Thank you for the entertainment, ojou-chan," he growled.  "But this is where it ends for you."  Did you really think he hadn't studied your newfound techniques during your previous fighting session?  So naïve of you, ojou-chan.  You can't use the same tricks twice.

You retracted your weapon and lay waste another blow.  He easily parried it.  You engaged in a combo before swiping your feet at his legs; he leapt away before you could knock him down.  You were frustrated now, your movements becoming sloppier with each passing movement.

There's the real you, he mused.  His frozen blade dug into your dominant shoulder with such force that he had you pinned to a tree.  He felt nothing but sadistic pleasure course through his veins at the sight of you squirming in pain.

"Gah!" A shriek escaped your lips and your lance dropped from your hand.  You tried to claw the spear out of your body as he stalked ever closer to you.

"I don't even need Foul Legacy to kill you. You could never defeat me, not even in your wildest dreams," Childe stalked towards you as he twirled a new hydro polearm behind his body, stopping once its blade pressed against your neck.  He could kill you in an instant, and he would if he wasn't required to bring you alive.

You were seething with anger and hatred. It was stupid of you to go after him on your own, to seek a peaceful resolution to this conflict when you knew all along that there wouldn't be one. It didn't matter now. Your anger subsided, shoulders releasing themselves from the tension in your muscles once you thought of an idea. Even the pain in your dominant shoulder seemed to subside a bit.  Your sudden change in demeanor made Childe's grip loosen for a moment as he questioned the newfound peace emanating from you.

Your eyes closed and your lips curled into a smile. Adeptus Xiao, you called to him in your heart.Please hear me and answer my prayer for protection.

A sudden gust of wind blew against your back, and Childe faltered. He looked to you for an explanation, and you met his gaze through his mask. "I know, but he can."

Xiao burst into Childe at an incredible speed, knocking him square into another tree. The trunk splintered in half from the force.  He conjured his polearm and held its blade at Childe's throat. "Why the sudden politeness in your prayers?" He called out over his shoulder without taking his eye off the Harbinger.  I'm cursed with hearing her rambling whenever I'm gone, and only now she speaks politely to an illuminated adeptus?  Despite that thought, he actually loved hearing your voice reach his ears.

"I-I don't know.." WAIT, he COULD hear me all this time?!  Blush further tinted your pink cheeks that were red from the sheer cold.

"Tsk," Childe spit blood onto the snow and glared at the yaksha.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't decapitate you here."

Childe wasn't going to give him a reason and debated on conjuring his polearm instead.  Here he was, about to die at the hands of the damned yaksha, and all because he had decided to give you a chance to 'escape' a portion of the hardship that awaited you.  Signora would lose what respect she had for him if she ever found out.  Oh well.

"Ngh," you writhed against the tree.  Your feet were just inches from solid ground, making this injury all the more painful as you hung from the lance.  You couldn't move your dominant arm anymore.  Xiao let go of Childe's collar and moved to your aid.  He slipped your other arm over his shoulder so he could relieve the pressure off of your injury, then yanked the spear out without warning.  Your shout of pain scared the nearby foxes away.

Xiao gave the Harbinger one last glare before he lifted you in his arms and took off at an incredible speed.  It was only a matter of seconds before the two of you caught up with the rest of the group, who were waiting just inside a small cave that held mysterious lab equipment.

"Be careful,"  the yaksha set you on your feet but refused to remove your arm from around him.

"There you are!  W-where'd Childe go?"  Bennett paled when he saw your injury.  "Here, let me see that."  Aether, Paimon, and Xiao exchanged knowing looks while Bennett examined your shoulder.  "You should sit down.  This isn't anything I can't fix!"

"What happened? Did Childe...?" Aether trailed off once he returned with a bowl of water from a boiling pot.  

"Mn," you winced when Bennett peeled your shirt off of your bloody skin.  "I thought he was conspiring with those agents when we were making a run for it, so I followed him."

"A foolish decision," Xiao grumbled.  He took the water from Aether and held it to your lips.

"Were you at least able to find anything else out about his plans? Or Signora?"  Paimon spoke up.  "It's not worth getting hurt over if you just throw yourself in harm's way like that."

"I thought he was going to..." your eyes flicked to Xiao's for a split second before they fell to the ground.  '--Hurt you,' you wanted to say.  But the yaksha would not hear of it if you said something so foolishly naïve.  You were just a measly human after all, with little knowledge of fighting and a large heart that wanted to protect those around her.  A big heart could only go so far; it proved useless in your battle today.  Or did it?  You nearly jumped up when you remembered, "I have something! I got something from this!"  Your loud yelp scared the daylights out of Bennett, and he nearly yanked the stitch out that he had just put into your skin.  You dug into your pocket and pulled out the artifact.

"Is that--?!"  Paimon and Aether sprung to their feet simultaneously.

"A vision?"  Xiao's eyes widened slightly.  And a cryo one, at that.

"So cool!" Paimon spun around with excitement.  "You're officially one of us now! Er, not that you weren't to begin with--"

"Congrats,"  Aether nodded and flashed you a toothy grin.  

"Yeah, congrats!"  Bennett also flashed you a bright smile and observed the trinket in your palm.  "Wow, we're like, polar opposites!"

"Heh, yeah," you nodded with a faint smile.  Your eyes found Xiao's, which were locked onto your vision.  "Xiao?"

"You received a blessing from the very god that's hunting you.  Do you not find that odd?"  His lack of enthusiasm made your chest ache in disappointment.  

Was he not proud of such an accomplishment?

"Yeah now that you mention it," Paimon held her chin and thought.  "It is really weird.  Why would she make her target more powerful? Wouldn't that just make it more difficult for her to capture you?"

"Did Childe say anything about it?"  Aether prompted.

"No," you shook your head slightly and pursed your lips.  "He seemed as surprised as I was."

To be blessed with the cryo vision, one must commit an act that revolves around love, Xiao's brows furrowed.  Had she done something on the behalf of her grandmother, or is this all in the Cryo Archon's plan?  It never crossed his mind that you had gotten it on his behalf.

[mo2k]

Imagine…you meeting the kamaboko squad for the first time♥️. (pt.2)

No.2 : Agatsuma Zenitsu

Pairing : Zenitsu x [fem] reader

Warnings : Some bad/curse words,but they were very low-I promised.It’s just for entertainment ok?And some slicing the demon’s head (If you do count that as violence.)

Note. This poor bby…I love him😂💗✨

Synopsis : What would you do?If you find someone,crying in the middle of the path you’re walking through…Will you help him?Or will you at least ask him if he’s ok?We’ll see… •~•

You’re,like I said before-walking through a pathway in a small town…And you might question,why would you go there?Well,the answer is simple-You’re a demon slayer!✨You’ve been told by your crow that there’s demon that will appeared every night to eat humans one by one…Your duty was to slay it as soon as possible before it gets devour any more innocent people.

But…as you know.Things won’t usually go as planned…While you were strolling around the town-trying to find some informations about this certain demon you’ve been sent to killed.You met a boy,who seems to be around your age.The uniform that he was wearing told you that he was also a demon slayer.Everything seems normal about him (you thought so-) except the way he crouched down to the dirt while has his head on his knees and crying like a baby while mumbling something so quiet that you couldn’t understand…

You paused,then frowned at him. ‘What was he doing?Did he has some troubles or problems?Should I go and help?….What should I do???’You thought frantically as you tried processing,then shake your head a few times before taking a deep breath.

‘No,I SHOULD go and help him.Since he can also counted as my co worker,yet-maybe I could use some help in this mission of mine.’ You exhaled fiercely.You turned on your heels and slowly stride towards him,if you want me to be honest-you’re a little bit nervous,’cause perhaps you’re wrong and it’s quite possible for you to ending up embarrassing yourself-

Despite your nervousness,you can keep your tone normal as you reach him- “Are you alright?” You began.He slowly look up from his knees,tears were still brimming in his eyes and some ran down to his cheeks.He looks as if he was lost,he lips tremble a bit before his next actions made you regretted for deciding to help him in the first place…

“Whaaaaaa!!!!” He cried,throwing himself to hug your legs tightly. “Finally!Someone’s finally understand and love me!Thank you!Thank you so much!You did this because you love me right!?Right!?And yes,yes,yes!I love you too!Let’s get married now!I love you so much-” You shove him off of you when he just keep blabbering on and on and on.Now-please aware this,you don’t mean to be rude or anything.You just have to get him off you because you were too surprised by the sudden tight embrace you’ve just received.

This has caught some people’s attention,you observed as you quickly whipped your head from side to side.Which just make you even more embarrassed…

“W-What are you doing!?” Your face were tinted pink,and he looks shocked by your response.

“W-why did you do that?” He asked back, “But you just tell me you loved me!So why,would you-oh!I understand now!You like to play hard to get!Then ok,let me try this again!I love you-” He tried to hug you again,but you just backed a few steps from him before he can reach you.

“I said what are you doing?And WHEN exactly did I told you I love you?” You deliberately emphasize on ‘WHEN’ and he just tilted his head in confusion.

“You don’t need any words to tell anyone that you loved them.You just came to me and ask if I’m alright,which means you cared for me.That is enough to tell me that you’re truly,and deeply in love with me” He grinned sickly sweet at you,and you’re sure that the look on your face were pure disgust after you had heard his answer.

“Ha…ha…” You laughed dryly,you feel the corner of your mouth jerking a bit. ‘He can’t be serious,no no-I can’t believe this’ You clenched your hand tightly.Before sighing, “Are you sure you are part of demon slayer?”

He then paused,thinking….and nodding his rapidly as an answer. “Are you sure?” You arched your eyebrow,he just nodded again. “Ok then…I think I should go back to my duty now…goodbye?” You forced out a smile,you saw him opening his mouth to stopped you.But sorry,you’re much faster than that.

You just turned and run,fast.Not even let him finished his sentence,of course-he tried to follow you.But thank goddess that there were a lot of people there,in a swift moment,you vanished out of sight…

After a while,you came panting when you find a good spot to rest for a bit.There was no sign of him,which means you are safe here. ‘I made it…’ You sighed….you then pulled out a bottle of water you brought with,and slowly sipped the liquid to extinguish your thirsty throat.

That’s when you heard people nearby talking about the informations you wanted…

“Did you know?…about a demon that will appeared at night?” One man whisper…..Making you listened intently,but you keep your head looking straight ahead.You must not act suspicious,in case they’ll noticed you eavesdropping their conversation…

“That news?Oh I’ve heard about it,is that the reason why each night…at least one people will strangely disappeared?” Another man whispered back.

“Yes,it gave me goosebumps every time I hear about that.Isn’t it scary?” The first one answer,and the other shaking his head, “We better not bring it up again,it will make everyone feared that demon even more,especially the children…”.

You took the last sip of your water,before close lid and tucking it back to your waist.You stand up and stare at the sky,you still have some hours left…if you keep strolling you will perhaps get some more informations about this demon…and suddenly your mind goes back to that boy you’ve met earlier…Just the thought of it make your shoulders go slumped…. You hope you won’t have to meet him again… TwT

Time skipped when the night came…

As the cool silver moon rose and the glittering stars illuminating the dark sky.You were walking soundlessly alone around the town,looking out for demon that may appeared from out of nowhere and attacking people.From what you can see,most people were already resting or sleeping inside their cozy home.Which will make it easier for you to do your job….

‘Thank my luck I don’t get to meet that crazy boy again…’ You sighed tiredly,grateful.

While walking,you slowly turned your head around from time to time,ready for something that might be suspicious…until you think you’ve seen the slightest movement out of the corner of your eyes…You suddenly stopped in your tracks…hand immediately reached for the hilt of your blade…

You shot your head from side to side and narrowed your eyes when you don’t see anything moving…But then you heard someone screamed behind you…

When you quickly whirl around to see what’s happening,needless to say that you’re shocked….

It was that boy,the boy you met in the afternoon.He was crying and screaming for help,something like “Somebody!Help meeeeeee!!!!!”,while running straight towards you with the demon,The Demon you were told to kill close on his back.The demon was also screaming something like “c’mon!Let me taste you!”.And he shouted back a, “No!Please don’t eat me!I’m not delicious!Look at me!I’m so thin!Don’t you agree!?Arghhhh!” He jumped when the demon almost catch him,luckily he jumped up before it can grab him.

You just stand there,frozen and bewildered. ‘…He is a demon slayer…right?He said it himself that he was also a demon slayer….But if that’s what he said…um…why was he running?’ •_•

“Ah!The beautiful lady!Dear pretty girl!Please help me!!!!!!This crazy thing’s tryna eat me!!!!” He shouted loudly when he spotted you,and you all you can think was, ‘Oh…holy sh*t’. But that doesn’t matter ‘cause once he reached you he just run to hide behind your back and bawling something that you were truly a hero who came to save his day.

“Wait!-” You tried to protest,but it was too late.He was already behind you, “ Wait!What are you!?A coward!?A man’s supposed-at least try to protect woman or something!And what are you doing!?Hiding behind me and hope that I’ll just saved you and become your hero!?” You bristled,but he just cried something like, “Can’t we just talked about that matter later!?Right now,please just saved me!!!!”

When you looked forward again,the demon was already standing in front of you.And you pulled your blade out, “Oh~What is this?Woman protecting a funky?Ha!So funny!” The demon taunt.

“You better shut your despicable mouth…” You growled threateningly,and the demon laugh again.

“Oh!Why?What would you do sweet lady?Are you gonna cut off my head?Ooh~so scary~” It mocked,you’re starting to get irritated….

Without a word,you lunged at the demon,swinging your blade.It dodge your attack by jumping away from you leaving, the tip of your blade only attached to the ground,before it started to dashed towards you again.This time you prepared to use your (type of breathing) style.Surely you can decapitate this demon’s head…

But what surprised you is…It didn’t bolted towards you…no,it just whipped past you.Making you snapped your head after it in confusion,then that make you realized,it wasn’t hurtle for you…but for the boy behind your back…

Maybe the demon thought that eating him would be more easier than eating you…

Zenitsu was even more shocked than any words could describe,he just froze there while squeezing his eyes shut,holding his breath -waiting for the pain to run through his body…The sound of slicing came…but he didn’t feel any pain…

When he slowly open his eyes again…what he sees…pain him instead…

You just take the blow for him,deep claw cuts sliced into your stomach…red blood dripping down to the dirt… “No!!!!” Zenitsu cried,and you dropped to the floor,too hurt to stand up.

The demon laughed wildly while saying things like, “Oh~How cute!You two tried to protect each other-awwwwww~”.

He rushed towards your side and,you can tell that he was guilty and helpless by the look of his face… He cried, “I-I’m sorry!P-please-Please don’t die on me!I beg you!I’ll-”But just then when he see the amount of blood…um…you think he just passed out…

That moment,both you and the demon just blinked in silence for a moment…At first confused why he’s unconscious all of a sudden.Until the demon’s laughter snapped you out of your thoughts…

“Hahahaha!And here I thought that he will try to save you.Hahaha!You two are so hilarious!” barked the demon, “I really wish I can play with you guys a little longer…But sorry,play time’s over…” It lower its voice in the last sentence while spreading its sharp claws,making your face go pale…

The demon shot towards you,and it’s your turn to close your eyes and waiting for the death… You never thought your life would be ended by a demon…But you know you can’t control the future…

Before you knew it,you heard something dropped to the ground…When you fluttered your eyes open again…you jumped when you saw the demon’s head on the dirt. ‘…But I…Who killed it?’ There was a person standing in front of you,when you look up to see your savior…You must say you can’t believe your eyes…

Zenitsu was standing right in front of you,you have no idea how can he kill the demon. ‘Was he still sleeping?Then how could he chopped off the demon’s head?How can he do that?’ You thought curiously…But you can’t lie the fact that you’re amazed by him…

Just then, just as you were admiring him with wide eyes…He suddenly woke and jump into the air while screaming when he sees the demon’s head. This make you sighed disappointedly, ‘Alright…my fault for admiring him…’ -_- ….

“Who killed the demon!?Certainly not me,then who was it!?” He suddenly turned to you, “You!?You’re the one who killed it!?” He said loudly,and you just blinked at him.He then running towards you with a joyful expression, “Thank you!!!!Thank you!Thank you!Thank you!A million thank you!You’re really my hero!I love you-!”.

“Stop!” You cried before he can enveloped you into a tight embrace.

“I wasn’t the one who killed the demon!It was you stupid!You’re the one who killed it!” You shouted frustratedly,he’s still for a moment before giggling at you.

“Oh you’re trying to crack a joke!Though it’s quite bad one because if it was really me then I would already be dead in seconds!But still thank you!” He grinned sweetly,and you slapped a hand against your forehead… ‘…What do I do with this guy?….’ You thought with a dry smile.

“Can you take me to a doctor?” You asked,trying to change the subject ‘cause there was no point in continuing to argue with him. “Oh right!You were hurt!Here!Let me help you stand up!” He cried as he put one of your arm over his shoulder and pulled you up from the ground.Well,to be honest you were quite content that he still care for you…

“Um…my-you’re quite heavy…” He mumbled as he walked with you a few steps.

“What did you just say?” You questioned,your voice was sickly sweet but there was knives behind your every word…

“U-uh…N-nothing…” He answered back,face go pale and scared…

“Good,it’s better be nothing~” You smiled,it was normal.But you think his face just go even paler making you chuckle a bit at how cute he look when he’s scared of something…

‘Honesty he’s kinda cute~’ You thought,then paused, ‘But wait…what?Why am I thinking like this?’ Shaking your head.You tried to get rid of the thoughts all the way to the doctor.TRIED-if you know what I mean…. Still,you can’t help but secretly glance at him with that pink cheeks of yours from time to time when you think he’s not looking…👀 (But really,he did notice •////•)

Of course,when he turn to you.You just quickly look around and pretend like you haven’t been staring at him in the past few minutes asdfghjkl-

When you finally find the doctor,and you were taken away to an infirmary room to start aiding your injuries.Zenitsu was worried sick-all the bad feelings sat heavily in his stomach.His heart almost leap out his chest when he see the doctor came out of the room after some hours have passed…

“Is-Is she…Is she alright?” He managed to ask out when the doctor came to him.

The doctor nodded his head in response, “Yes,her injuries weren’t that severe but she sure has lost lots of blood…” He trailed off…before adding, “But don’t you worry,young man.She is now resting safely in the infirmary room…You can visit her if you want,but please be quiet-she’s sleeping.” He smiled kindly at Zenitsu,and the young boy nodded rapidly before the doctor took his leave.

The creak of door opening,revealing the girl sleeping soundlessly in the bed.Zenitsu slowly sat down on the chair beside her bed,his eyes filled with sorrow and heartache…He really wish he could be braver and stronger…so he can protect people and be everyone’s hero…

Yet another person has to protect him again…And it PAINS him so much…

‘I’m so useless…Nobody would even want to be with me…not even this beautiful girl…’ He sighed quietly as he watched you sleep, ‘I promised…I’ll be braver next time…’ was his last thought,he gently hold your hand and slowly start to let himself fall for a peaceful slumber…with you by his side…

Time skip when the morning came…please just relaxed and enjoyed that peaceful moment a little bit… •~•

The sunlight came prodding through the window and illuminated your features,this make you slowly fluttered your eyes open…Your eyelids felt heavy…maybe because you’ve just woken up-you thought lazily as you turn to lay on your side that wasn’t hurt…And look what you found~

You came to face with the yellow haori boy again…he was fast asleep beside you on the chair,his face looks so cute like that and he’s just so close to you asdfghjkl-But then you noticed-He was also holding your hand…

You blinked a few times while your head was now racing with thoughts- ‘Why is he sleeping beside me?I don’t remember anything after I fall asleep-whatever,and why must he be so cute!!!!!????’ You thought,flustered and your cheeks felt hot. And then suddenly-he slowly open his eyes…

He rubbed his eyes a bit then blinked a few more times-before looked at you right in the eyes.Needless to say-you were embarrassed for being caught staring,too embarrassed.So you just throw a pillow at his face and yelped. “Argh!!!” He cried as he got hit by the pillow and crashed into the chair in sitting position-being hit by a pillow was surely wasn’t what he expecting to get after just woken up. (Sorry lil brother -~-)

“W-why were you sleeping next to me!?” You said quickly said out of embarrassment.

“I should be the one who’s asking!Why did you hit me!?I came to visit and thank you for saving me last night!But you’re already asleep and I was just so sleepy that I accidentally fall asleep beside you!What’s wrong with that!?Good boy needs lots of sleep you know!?” He yelled + complaining at you,and you felt your cheeks get even redder.He has his hands on his head while just yammering nonstop.

“W-well ! It’s-!” Just as you’re about to finished your sentence,your crow and his sparrow came knocking the window with their beaks.Zenitsu immediately rushed to the window to open it,then the birds just shouting you two orders to your next mission-

“(L/n) (y/n) and Agatsuma Zenitsu! You two have to go to the Tsuzumi mansion and killed the demon that’s hiding there!Both of you!” Said the crow,the little sparrow seems to be trying to say something too-but you just couldn’t understand what it meant.

“Me?With him?” You said,pointing your finger disbelievingly at him-and he just turn his head while blinking at you. “Yes!” Answered the crow.

You were still for a moment while thinking something like-‘F*ck…What did I do to deserve this????’ kind of thing…. “Haha….you must be kidding me…” You mumbled as you laughed dryly…

“Wait…another mission!?Oh no no no no no!I’m gonna die,I’m gonna die,I’m gonna die-” He shouted loudly until you throw the very same pillow at his face again, “Shut up!” You shouted at him and he start yelling + complaining at you again.

“Ow-!Why did you hit me again!?It hurt!You know!?Don’t you think you’re being too cruel!?” He cried,putting his hands on his head in case you will hit him again.Completely repeat his earlier actions with his mouth can’t be able to shut up-

“That was because you aren’t being able to be quiet!Just shut up and stop yammering already!” You roared angrily at him.

“And aren’t you being loud too!?” He bawled back, “You are so CRUEL!” .

“If you don’t want me to be so CRUEL then just snapped your mouth shut already!” You bellowed,and he start to yammer at you again.

This make the two birds sighed and look at each other and then at you two who were still fighting…

Seems like you two still have a long way to go…

Alright,that’s all lovelies💗Hope you guys like/enjoy this one as much as I do writing it! >~<

Some bonus…

Since I’ve mentioned earlier that every pillars and many more characters are like my brothers and sisters (except Giyuu,he’s my bae asdfghjkl-) …let me give a little scenario to that 😆

Note.This is just platonic!🌸 (Just sister and brother loving each other,alright?)

Ok,this is for…Sanemi🌪

Imagine that you’re the only person who can calm Sanemi down,like-he was pissed at someone/something and now he was snarling and growling at anyone and everyone who dare to come near him. (Except for lord Oyakata,mind you-)

And you just came in like, “Brother~What are you doing?Are you thirsty?Here-please have some water first!” You said as you carefully put the bottle of water gently into his hand.And Sanemi immediately calm down and accept your offer while mumbling some ‘thank you’.

Every pillar were shocked like, ‘What?How did you do that????’.Not to mention about how his eyes suddenly filled with love and adoration when they laid on you,how calm and gentle he acts with you-and all that stuff😂

If anyone dare to ask you this,“How did you do that/how did you make him calm down?” You would just smile and answer, “I don’t really know how can I do that either.” XD.

He is very protective of you,will always protect you from any harm or danger.Will gave a deadly glare and a dark aura for anyone who looked down or insulted you.Will also protect you from any guy who’s flirt/hitting on you way too much or start to make you uncomfortable.

Will scolded you if you got yourself hurt/let yourself got hurt,but that’s just show that he does-care for you,a lot.💗

Overall he’s a very good brother,relative or not.Once you gain his trust/respect,he’ll trust and respect you-So please, just love him💓💕💖💗

Finished!💕Ahhh-I’ve this idea for such a long~time ago with a good friend of mine! She’s the one who gave me lots lots of idea and the one who always supported me into writing. I wanted to thank her so much for everything! It means so much to me dear-and thank you,thank you for always listening to me blabbering on and on about things,talking and imagining things/self-ship with me! I really appreciate it my love!😭💗♥️✨

Now-I wish you guys a great day/night! <3 pls take care! all of you! ✨

The arts are not mine!Credits to the artist!💝

-With love,BamBam🦢🌙

[cyarikaaa]

The Jedi & The Mandalorian: The Rescue

masterlist

pairings: din djarin x reader, young!luke skywalker x reader

requested: no lol

word count: 1,559

warning(s): CHAPTER 16 SPOILERS. proceed with caution!! also this is unedited & was written late at night in a couple of hours so it’s not the best lol. just some fluff

summary: reader (could also be oc because of the name drop) reunites with an old friend but also has to say goodbye to a new one. 

a/n: this may not be 100% accurate as i am not super familiar with everything in the star wars universe. also chapter 16...i have no words so here’s this instead :)

You peered over Grogu’s shoulder staring at the holocams. You could feel it, you knew it was him.

It was silent, the only noise coming from the ruckus below or the occasional coo from Grogu. The dark troopers had stopped their banging on the doors, leaving you and the crew to stare in disbelief.

“Why did they stop?” Fennec asked, tightly holding her weapon. You walked closer towards Din who stood at the entrance as Gideon appeared to be quite alarmed. Cara grabbed her blaster and walked closer to the shut doors while Bo-Katan peered at the cams.

Perhaps you were just imagining it, but you could feel his signature through the Force. But it couldn’t be him, could it?

You could sense that Bo-Katan seemed to be on high alert, her body language proving so as well as she muttered, “A Jedi?”

Was it really him?

“That’s impossible,” you demanded, “How could that be?”

“The Jedi temple,” It whispered.

No one answered as they clutched their weapons, ready for attack. Until suddenly you hear shots being fired behind you. You turn to see Moff Gideon firing at Bo-Katan, the child close by. Igniting your lightsaber, you dive in front of Grogu and deflect each shot successfully.

“Drop it!” shouts Fennec as everyone points their blasters towards the man. You can sense his discomfort as you slowly stand up, he’s ready to run away. You slowly move towards him as he raises his blaster to point up to his chin and with a grunt, you swing at it letting it fall towards the floor as you swiftly knock him to the ground with the hilt of your lightsaber.

Then you hear it. The unmistakable sounds of a lightsaber coming into impact with an object of some sort. The dark troopers, you figure. Grogu edges towards the holocams, mesmerized by the swinging of the saber it seems, as you and Din watch carefully. The figure is draped in what you figure is a plain and black cloak along with a glove that holds on tightly to a lightsaber.

“It’s him,” It whispered again, “He’s here…”

You watch as the figure quickly moves towards the lift, his cloak dragging behind him.

“He’s here…” It repeated once more.

The footsteps of the dark troopers alarm you until they come to a halt, before moving away from the door. How close was he?

You peered over Grogu’s shoulder staring at the holocams. You could feel it, you knew it was him. The door of the lift opened and although you couldn’t see his face you knew it was him as the whispers grew louder, repeating the mantra.

Once more, the group had their weapons at ready although you knew it would be futile. What felt like hours passed as you watched the holocams, you felt helpless, you knew he was powerful, but there were too many dark troopers. Was he powerful enough?

The voices did nothing to quell your anxiety, and you found yourself growing rather annoyed, as It repeated, “He’s here…”

“He’s here.”

The elevator dinged and you watched as he swiftly attacked the dark troopers one by one, deflecting their shots with ease using a mix of his lightsaber and the Force.

You heard the last dark trooper struggle against the Force, the sound seemed to have amplified as It had finally quieted down, and drop to the ground. Grogu turned around and stared into your mind as you heard a whisper, a thought.

“A Skywalker?”

You nodded, quickly glancing at Din who seemed to realize what was happening as Grogu motioned towards the doors. You quickly picked up the Child, placing him in Din’s arms as you walked towards the doors and ignited your lightsaber. Everyone was waiting quietly, anticipating their next moves.

“Open the doors,” you spoke loudly. You didn’t even know what to suspect but you knew, either way, he would be entering through those doors whether you gave him permission or not. “I said, open the doors.”

Fennec glanced at you, “Are you crazy?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Din slowly place Grogu in one of the chairs and made his way over to where you stood, but not before pressing the button granting him entrance to where the 8 of you stood. Din glanced at you and nodded, seemingly calm, as you heard the hissing of the doors.

You saw the green light that emitted from his saber seconds before you saw the actual cloaked figure. He extinguished his lightsaber and put it away. It felt like hours had passed until he slowly peeled the cloak away from his face, revealing the man you once loved. 

“It is him!” It whispered, “Trust…”

He made eye contact with you first as he clasped, then decided to unclasp his hands motioning towards you as you stumbled, then jogged, towards him in disbelief. Luke stepped forwards closing the distance as the two of you nearly fell into the other’s arms. It was as if you had never parted on Hoth. You could feel the warm tears flowing down your face dripping on to his cloak.

“It’s really you,” you whispered with a big grin on your face.

“It’s really me,” Luke answered meeting your eyes with his bright blue ones with an even bigger grin on his face.

You heard Din grunt behind you, and you could sense the jealousy coming off of him. You knew Luke could feel it too as he let out an awkward chuckle then cleared his throat. As you slowly backed away glancing around the room sheepishly, Luke stepped back and clasped his hands as he had done in the beginning choosing to focus on Grogu.

“You’re a Jedi, aren’t you?” questioned Din.

“I am,” answered Luke as he stretched out his hand towards Grogu. “Come, little one.”

Din turned towards the Child slowly as he cooed, “He doesn’t want to go with you.”

“He wants your permission, stated Luke, “He is strong with the Force, but talent without training is nothing.” He motioned towards Grogu once more, “I will give my life to protect the Child...but he will not be safe until he masters his abilities.”

Although it was the right thing to do, it took everything in you to not beg for more time. The three of you had just been reunited, it wasn’t time.

“It is Time. It is better this way,” It whispered. 

It felt like a dozen cycles had passed as you watched Din pick up Grogu and make his way towards Luke.

“Hey, go on. That’s who you belong with,” reassured Din, “He’s one of your kind.”

You walked over to Grogu and gently placed one last kiss on his head, “Be strong, little one.” You could sense he had many questions but you attempted to quell his fears, “No, not me. I can’t train you as well as Master Luke can,” Before stepping away to allow Din to resume saying his goodbyes to his son.

“I’ll see you again,” Din whispered as you and the rest watched on, “I promise.” In response, Grogu started to coo and reached out to his father. Nothing, not even the Force, could’ve predicted that Din would take off his helmet at that moment. All of you turned regardless, to give him some privacy but he motioned towards you as all you could do was stare at his gorgeous brown eyes with a messy tuft of brown hair piled on top of his head. Blinking yourself out of your stupor, you steadied yourself and walked towards your clan of three as Grogu reached his small hands out to touch both of your faces.

“All right, pal,” said Din as he started to tear up.

“It’s time to go now,” you concluded for the both of you. If you had spent any more time, you’d refuse to let go of both Din and Grogu altogether.

Grogu whined loudly as Din tried to quiet him down, “Don’t be afraid.” And with one last glance, he nodded and put him down. Grogu tugged at your pant leg but as soon as R2-D2 popped out, he let go and went after the excited droid, happy to be reunited with a familiar face. The group continued to watch on, and Luke stood stoically with his hands still clasped, choosing to nod towards Din.

He picked the Child up and went to walk back to the lift, but he seemed to remember something as he stopped and turned back around, “Amara?”

You froze. You hadn’t heard him say your name in...Blast! You couldn’t even remember the last time you had.

Sensing your concern he added, “Will you be joining us? I know you doubt yourself, but I believe you would be a great addition to the group.”

You glanced around the room before quickly answering, “I have some unfinished business. Maybe in a couple of cycles?” You offered him a smile before remembering, “May the Force be with you. And give Leia and Han my love, would you?”

He smiled before adjusting the Child and nodded, “May the Force be with you.”

As you watched Luke and Grogu leave, you felt a warm hand and fingers interlace with yours. Thank the Maker, you still had Din.

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Playing with fire

Summary: August Walker was the new chief of the fire station in town. He could have every girl in town. Except you. Because you didn’t want to be just another number in his long list of conquests. But just once wouldn’t matter... right?

Pairing: FiremanAU!August Walker x Nameless OFC

Wordcount: 3.3k

Warnings: Smut (dirty talk; unprotected sex; oral)

A/N: I did it! I finished my entry for @evnscvll​​ 3K challenge. The next time I pick Firefighter AU and Beyonce’s Ego somebody please slap me. Anyways. Hope you enjoy

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It's on, baby, let's get lost

You don't need to call into work 'cause you're the boss

For real, want you to show me how you feel

“It’s almost 11,” Beth called from the front of the store.

“And?” You called back, distracted by the task of refilling some of the pints at the display counter.

“It’s friday,” she clarified, impatient.

“Oh…” You hummed, picking up your mug of coffee as you head outside.

It was a hot summer day. The little ice cream parlor you opened last year would probably be filled to the brink most of the day. So you allowed yourself these 30 minutes every Friday to relax and dream. Dream about the firefighters across the street that were doing their weekly workout routine outside, whenever the weather allowed it.

“He’s back,” Beth whispered as you sat down next to her.

“Who?”

“Oh you know fully well who I’m talking about.” She rolled her eyes, hiding her grin behind her glass. You turned your attention to the other side of the street, your eyes going straight to him, even if he had his back to you.

August Walker was the chief of the fire station and was well known for his strict methods and his endless charm. To you, he was the guy who did everything to get into your pants, despite your frequent rebuttal.  You were better than that and refused to to be just another number on his very extensive list of conquests.

It was almost as if he knew you were talking and thinking about him, because he turned around, catching you looking at him. August winked, making you sigh and look away. It was your turn to hide your smirk behind your mug.

“I don’t get it. Why don’t you just let him rail you?” Beth asked.

“Please keep in mind you’re still talking to your boss,” You replied, even though you knew it was pointless.

Yes, Beth was your employee, but before that she was also your best friend and immune to your mood. She had been down on her luck when you decided to open your own store so it made perfect sense to hire her. She was so excited when you told her you wanted to sell self made ice cream that it was impossible not to hire her on the spot.

“Well, boss,” she started with a teasing smirk,  “I want an answer to my question.”

“Look at him,” you pointed out, turning your gaze back to watch him.

“I am looking at him.”

“He could have anyone. He knows exactly what he is doing to the ovaries of everyone who has some around him. He walks like his dick needs his own postcode. Yes, he is hot. But the way he just… Carries himself, like the world is at his feet? I’m better than that.”

You could hear August shouting across the street at his firefighters making pushups. A part of you hoped that he would join them, so you had some nice images you could fall asleep to tonight.

“Oh shit.” Beth cursed next to you. August had pulled off his shirt, and joined the work out.

“And you’re saying no to that?” Beth asked. You bit your lip as you watched him, crossing your legs and feeling your core pulsating.

“I am.” You gulped.

A knock minutes after you closed the store made you sigh.

“We’re closed.” You shouted from the back, returning your attention to the task at hand just when you heard another knock.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you groaned, dropping the dish cloth on the sink and moving to the front of the store. Beth had left an hour ago, but you still wanted to make sure everything was spotless before you head out. You froze at the door when you saw him standing outside.

August Walker in the flesh.

From the moment he set residence in your little town, rumours about him started flying. Some said he was a criminal still being searched by the CIA, which you thought was ridiculous, but you knew he was released from prison before coming here

He never told you why he had been imprisoned, you weren’t that close, but you two talked a lot. When it was just the two of you, sometimes he would let you have a glimpse of the man behind the facade he built around him.

Yes, he was the cocky, overconfident leader of the firestation, who knew exactly what he had to do to get what he wanted. Yet, when you didn’t give him what he wanted, you seemed to become a challenge for him and those August couldn’t resist.

“What do you want, August?” You asked, cleaning your hands on the apron you were wearing.

“You have some ice cream left for your favourite fireman?” He asked grinning.

“I don’t know. Did you bring Carl?” You shot  back, with a smirk.

“Ouch.” His hand flew to his chest over his heart. You rolled your eyes before you opened the door. He leaned down, kissing your cheek as he walked past you and waited for you to close the door. You watched him as he walked in, wearing only sweatpants and a Tshirt, leaving little to the imagination. He knew how handsome he was, and he made sure to let the outside world know.

“Don’t you have some work to do? Some fires to extinguish?” You asked.

“I did have to actually save a cat from a tree today.” He said.

“You did not.” You laughed.

“Yes I did.” He leaned over the counter as you came back with a cup full of vanilla ice cream.

“I only have vanila left.” You said looking at him.

“Oh sometimes I really like some vanila.” He smirked.

“I might be tiny, but I am going to throw you out if you keep that up.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’d really like to see you try.” He looked at you, and the air seemed to be thicker. You looked into his eyes, your focus on his lips for only a tiny second before you busied yourself, portioning some ice cream for him.

You didn’t want to be another number on August long list of women he slept with. Yet you could feel him looking at you, undressing you with his eyes.

“There you go.” You whispered, pushing the bowl of ice towards him.

“No sprinkles?” He hummed. Looking up you gulped. He somehow got closer to you, his face only inches from yours. His tongue dared out, wetting his lips and you sighed.

“Why won’t you let me kiss you? Just once?” He breathed. You gulped, mesmerized by his oceanblue eyes, when you shook your head, and took a step back.

“Because you are going to break my heart.” You sighed. “You can keep the bowl, close the door behind you, yes?” You asked, not waiting for his answer as you turned around to walk back into the kitchen. You heard him sigh, the door closing behind him.

Bumping your head repeatedly against the wall you sighed.

When you got back to front you saw him walk away. Shaking your head you frowned when you saw that he must have forgotten something on the counter. It was a map of the city. Some buildings were circled red. Shrugging you took the map, intending to give it back to him the next time you saw him.

I consider myself lucky, that's a big deal

Why?

Well, you got the key to my heart

But you ain't gonna need it

I'd rather you open up my body

You felt watched the minute you stepped into the bar. It took almost an hour before you found out why. At the other end of the room sat August. He nodded at you once you caught his eyes, making your sigh internally.

“What’s going on with you?” Beth asked. She had nearly demanded for you to go out together. If you wouldn’t let August fuck you, she needed to find someone else. Her words not yours. Arguing with Beth was a losing game, so you put a dress and some heels on and just went with her.

“He’s here.” You said as you looked at her.

“Who?”

“Mr. “My Ego is as big as my dick””

“Oh and how would you know that?” Beth grinned, waving once to where August was sitting before she looked at you again.

“Because there’s no way he’s not big.” You took a sip from your Gin Tonic.

“So you have given it some thought?”

“My conscience has some very detailed ideas of just how.. gifted he is.” You mumbled.

“You had a sex dream with August?” She said a little too loud, causing some heads to turn towards you.

“Maybe a little louder. I think he didn’t hear it.” You groaned.

“Just… let him fuck you. Sex does work without feelings, you know?” She said encouragingly. Looking at her for a moment, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or you just fed up with fighting against what was there between August and you. Emptying your glass you jumped from your seat.

“How do I look?” You fidget with your dress.

“Perfect.” She winked. “I’ll open up tomorrow. I don’t wanna see you until the afternoon.”

Usually I'm humble

Right now, I don't choose

You can leave with me

Or you could have the blues

“Are you following me, Mr. Walker.” You asked, making sure to sway your hips on your way over to him. He looked good with his buttoned up black shirt, the sleeves rolled up over his elbow.

“I would say yes, but that would make me a creep, wouldn’t it?” He asked, making you chuckle. “No. I was actually supposed to meet up with an old friend, but apparently I was stood up.”

“Oh and we can’t have that, can’t we?” You bit your lip.

“What are you suggesting?” He asked, bringing his bottle of beer to his lips, his eyes not leaving yours.

You leaned down, your hand on his shoulder, your lips against his ear. “Follow me and find out.” You whispered, kissing his cheek before you turned around, not even trying to hide your grin. You weren’t even out the door, when you felt hands on your hips.

“Your place or mine?” He whispered against your ear.

“Which one is closer?” You shuddered, his hand wandering down your body.

“Mine it is.” He growled against your ear, one of his hands on your stomach, pushing you against his chest. You could feel the hard outline of his cock pressed against you, making you moan quietly. You didn’t question that he seemed to know where you lived.

“I can’t wait to have you screaming my name.” He mumbled, nibbling on your ear. You melted against him, your panties becoming uncomfortable damp, as your mind took over, thinking on just how he would feel inside of you.

He talk like this 'cause he can back it up

He got a big ego

Such a huge ego

Turning in his arms your answer died on your lips as his crashed down on yours. It felt like something clicked. Holding onto him, as he deepened the kiss you didn’t care that you were standing on the sidewalk, making out like teenagers.

“Fuck.” He whispered against your lips.You opened your eyes, not even noticing having them shut in the first place. A whistle behind you made you look away from him, biting your lip.

“Your place. Now” You whispered.

“Fuck, August.” You cried out, your hands clutching the soft sheets of his bed.  As soon as the door to his apartment shut behind him he had dragged you to his bed, stripping you off your clothes, before he buried his face between your thighs. He had you coming on his tongue in minutes, not giving you a chance to catch your breath when he pushed two of his fingers into your core, making you moan his name.

You were on the brink of an orgasm again, when he stopped, pulling his fingers out.

Panting you looked up at him.

“You gonna cum on my cock the next time.” He growled. Slowly pushing yourself up, you kneeled on his bed. He was still fully dressed. You helped him with the buttons of his shirt, your lips kissing up his chest with every bit of skin underneath, until you pushed it off his broad chest. There were scars on his chest. You would ask about them some other time.

His hands worked on the fly of his pants, before he pushed it down, revealing what must have been the biggest cock you had ever seen. That he was going commando wasn’t a big surprise to you. Biting your lip you reached for it, your hand barely closing around it, pumping it slowly.

“Fuck.” He hissed, throwing his head back.

“That’s gonna be one tight fit.” You joked, wondering how he would fit.

“Oh sweetheart. I’m gonna be gentle.” He breathed, kissing you quickly. “At least the first time.”

“So there will be a next time?” You asked, crocking your eyebrow. You rubbed your thumb over his tip, spreading the precum, before you brought your thumb to your lips, tasting the salty essence.

“I’m never gonna let you leave these walls.”

Pushing you down so you were laying on your back his body covered yours as he kissed you deeply. Your hands wandered up his back, disappearing in his hair. You gasped, as you felt his cock at your inner thigh.

“Fuck me, August.” You groaned against his lips. Desperate for him to fill you. He reached for this bedside table, opening the first drawer. He brought the foil package up to his lips, ripping it open. You felt yourself shivering beneath him as he rolled the condom over his cock. The tip teasing your entrance.

“I have waited for this…” He whispered, slowly pushing in.

“Jesus….” You moaned, feeling him go deeper. “Oh he can’t help you now, Sweetheart.” August grinned, biting his lip. He was still pushing in, and it felt so good.

“So fucking tight.” He groaned, stopping when he fully nestled inside your core.

“Move.” You whimpered.

“Sure?” He pressed.

“Yes. Fuck me.” You sighed, one of your hands on his ass, urging him to move. He bottomed out, thrusting back in, making you cry out.

“Yes…” You groaned. He began to move faster, pushing himself up, so he was kneeling between your legs, watching you.

“Better than I imagined.” He groaned. Bringing one of his hands down he began to rub your clit.

“Harder. Please, fuck me harder.” You gasped, your whole skin on fire as he brought you closer to the edge. You reached a hand over your head, grabbing the headboard as he pumped into you harder.

“So fucking perfect.” He growled. His other hand pinched your nipple, making you jump and cry at the same time.

“You gonna cum for me? Cum all over my hard cock?” He asked. He rubbed quick circles over your clit, not waiting for your answer, as you felt yourself cuming again, your legs shaking, warmth floating through your body.

“Yes. Just like that. Fuck.” He fucked you through your orgasm, making it last until he pulled out, pulling out the condom and shot his cum all over your stomach.

“Fuck…” He groaned, pumping his cock. You waited until he opened his eyes, before you swooped one finger, in his cum, making a show out of licking it from your finger.

“Jesus…” He groaned. You grinned.

“Oh he can’t help you now, sweetheart.” You teased, your laugh turning into a moan when he leaned down and kissed you senseless.

Against all odds, and everything you thought of him, it wasn’t just a one time thing. August and you were inseparable, much to the distraught of everyone around you. Beth caught the two of you fucking in the bathroom of your ice cream parlor once, and teased you endlessly about it.

There was still so much you had to learn about him. He never talked about his past. He once said he was ashamed of it, yet somehow you felt like there was something dark about him, the more time you spent with him. You couldn’t point out what, so you never said something. He would talk to you when he was ready.

You on the other hand were an open book to him. Not that there was much to know in the first place. And you caught yourself staying over his place more and more. Missing his presence in your house. Somehow he wasn’t a big fan of your place.

“I’ve been meaning to ask…” You began, hoping on the kitchen counter next to where he was preparing some dinner. He looked at you.

“Why are there pictures of building all around your apartment?” You asked. You’ve been asking yourself this question for a while now. Two of the buildings you saw on pictures in his office had been burned down in the last weeks. There seemed to be a fire raiser on the loose since the beginning of the years.

“We’re updating the fire security on a couple of buildings in the city…” He answered.

“Do you think they will catch the guy?”

“I don’t know. I hope so.” He sighed, before you felt his hand on your thigh, sneaking under your bathrobe.

“And what are you up to, Mr. Walker?” You grinned, the many questions you still had forgotten.

“I think I want a taste of dessert first.” He whispered, before he parted your legs and got on his knees.

It was about 6 months of you two dating when he asked you to move in with him. You had laughed, but stopped immediately when you saw the serious look on his face.

“Oh you were serious.” You said.

“Of course I am.”

“But August…” You sighed, walking over to where he was sitting at a table in your little cafe. You put your hand on his shoulder, sitting down on his lap. You thought he smelled like fuel, but you didn’t question it.

“My house is much bigger than your place. And we both only have been dating for a half year. Let’s give it a bit more time.” You said, kissing him softly. He sighed against your lips, his arms pulling your closer.

“Okay.” He whispered back.

Yet when he came back from a job a couple days later, a frown on his face, something felt off.

“What happened?”

“It’s your house.” He sighed, walking over to you.

“What about my house?” You asked, now frowning yourself.

“Someone burned it down. We tried everything but we were too late. It burned down completely.” He said. All colors left your face.

“What?” You croaked.

“I really tried. We really tried. I’m so sorry, Sweetheart.” He sighed. You could feel the tears running down your face, sobbing when his arms put you against his body. He still smelled of smoke.

“But… All my stuff… Oh god… Where am I gonna live?” You asked against his shirt.

“Stuff you can replace. And… I already asked you if you wanted to move in.”

“But...” You sniffed.

“We can talk it out later. Now you need a place to stay..” He said, kissing your hair.

“You’re serious?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Of course. Move in with me while you figure this out.” He said softly.

What other choice did you have really?

“Okay.” You nodded.

Later that night when you were sound asleep in August arms you didn’t see his smile. His whispered words of love as he looked down at you. You didn’t know that it was him who burned down your house. Or all the houses in the city. And you never would. Because August Walker finally got what he wanted. You.

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Evan’s 6✩ Inspiration: Umbrae Secrets [繁荫秘语] Date Translation (END 2 + 3 + 4: Call Out)

“This is such a remote area. Were I to do anything, it would be nothing more than a piece of cake.”

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After pondering for a while, I finally decided to…

✥ Choice: Call Out [呼唤] ⊹Speak⊹

⊹ Ask Evan for his opinion ⊹

MC: Any bright ideas, Evan?

Evan: I'm thinking that maybe we can find a place to set up camp early…

Evan: Because you seem very eager to camp out.

MC: You got me. Let's go with that then!

❖☆———————————★❖

Evan was very experienced when it came to selecting a suitable campsite.

Eventually, we managed to find a fitting flat and cosy patch of grass that was both leeward and shaded, with a source of water nearby.

By the time we finished setting up the tent, the sky had already gradually darkened. The temperature of the forest quietly dropped as the occluding darkness surrounded us. But I had Evan with me, so there was no need to fear.

We lit the camp stove and roasted some food. The flickering firelight became the most dazzling thing in the forest, casting dancing shadows and lights all around. There was a certain romance to it.

For a moment, all I could hear was the crackling of fire and the soft chips and buzz of the insects nearby. It felt as if even time had come to a standstill.

❖☆———————————★❖

I inadvertently raised my head. The night sky above was adorned with stars, like fine scattered gemstones sewn onto an expanse of black velvet. Each and every one of them was equally lustrous, converging into a glimmering band of light and extending into the distance.

I watched the sky in a trance while lying on the grass. Evan sat quietly beside me

After a while, I tugged on his sleeve.

❖☆———————————★❖

MC: Look, the light of the stars only becomes much more apparent once all the lights have been extinguished.

MC: The grass smells good too, so why don’t you try lying down too?

He looked down at me with a smile and contemplated the idea. He finally agreed after a moment of hesitation.

Evan: Alright.

❖☆———————————★❖

He moved closer and laid down beside me. Now, another rhythm sounded in my ears: his gentle and steady breathing.

Evan: It is very beautiful.

MC: I feel like it's been a long time since I last saw a starry sky like this.

MC: No wonder those philosophers always liked looking up at the stars when they think. Now I understand why they would.

MC: The sight of an area this vast can make people forget all trivialities and let their thoughts wander further to the past and even the future.

Evan: So where has your mind flown off to now?

MC: Me? I’m thinking that since the forest is so beautiful, maybe I’ll go live in the forest next time, aha.

Then, a curious thought popped into my head.

MC: Right, Evan. Have you ever thought about where you’d like to live after having fulfilled all your goals?

❖☆———————————★❖

I waited for a long time, but Evan never replied.

Did he fall asleep?

I decided to gently call out to him…

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⊹ E2: If you fail to call him ⊹

I’d called out to him multiple times in a row before he finally turned his head, looking slightly out of it.

Evan: Are you calling me? Sorry, I spaced out.

MC: Oh, no worries.

Evan smiled at me but didn’t say anything more.

Some people are made of mysteries. Perhaps this was simply a question he didn’t wish to answer now.

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⊹ E3: If you call him EVAN (陆沉) ⊹

Evan instantly snapped back to attention upon hearing me call out to him. He smiled apologetically.

Evan: Sorry. Your question's a little hard to answer. I lost track of myself thinking it through.

MC: Huh? Have you never imagined such things?

Evan: Hmm. That might be because the matters I always have on hand are more important, so I tend to focus all my attention on them.

MC: Right… I've been there and done that too.

MC: Back when I was schooling, I often found studying to be very dry and stressful.

MC: But, whenever I found myself unable to bear it anymore, I would fantasize about Summer Vacation and draw new motivation from it.

MC: Whenever I felt down or life got hard, I’d always dream about how much better life would be after I achieved my goals.

MC: Maybe you could think about it this way too?

Evan: After fulfilling my goal?

Evan: After that… I think nothing matters after that anymore.

His last sentence was so soft that it sounded as if he was mumbling to himself, and I wasn’t too sure if I’d actually heard him.

I turned to him in question, but he never answered, keeping so silent that it was almost as if he was one with the very ground.

I was starting to feel a little inexplicably worried when he then opened his mouth, as if the prior silence had never existed.

Evan: How about you tell me about it first? What’s your ideal life like? Maybe it’ll nudge me in the right direction.

MC: Hmm… Sometimes, I like lively Cities.

MC: But other times, I like someplace quiet; somewhere with mountains and water… I think that’s a pretty good place to live too...

MC: But there's no wifi there and I can’t eat my favourite ice cream… It’s a real pickle.

Evan: Perhaps what you like is change itself.

MC: Yeah… But some things will never change!

MC: Like, how I don't want to be too far from everyone.

MC: Without the people to share interesting things and breathtaking sceneries with, it'll certainly take the fun out of things.

His low chuckle sounded near my ear, close at hand.

Evan: I now know where I'd like to live next time.

MC: Where?

Evan: Somewhere not too far away from you. Would you welcome that?

MC: Of course I do. But, aren't you already here by me?

He turned his head over, watching me with a serious look as the light flickered at the bottom of his eyes.

My arm moved, inadvertently brushing against his cool skin, but also not shying away from it. He flipped his palm and encased my fingers within them.

Evan: You are correct.

Evan: To me, right now, life is perfectly fine as it is.

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⊹ E4: If you call him HUBBY (老公) ⊹

Evan shot me a slightly surprised look. Suddenly, the realization of what I'd just done washed over me.

Then, he shifted closer to me; so close that I didn't even dare turn my head.

Evan: Are you trying to hint at something by suddenly addressing me in this manner?

Evan: This is such a remote area. Were I to do anything, it would be nothing more than a piece of cake.

I inwardly froze. Evan was different from usual today… His warm breath brushed past my ear, inciting a continuous yet faint ticklish sensation.

MC: Hahaha… You wouldn't...

Evan: And why are you so sure that I wouldn't?

MC: You're always mindful and courteous. You aren't… that sort of person.

Evan: "That sort of person"? What sort of person?

He lifted his head in interest, looking down at me in a condescending manner. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't even get a sentence out right as the temperature of my cheeks rapidly shot up.

MC: That… That sort… Evan, stop making fun of me like that…

He narrowed his eyes into a smile, suddenly flipping himself over and balancing himself above me!

Rationally speaking, I knew deep down just what sort of person he was, but my body still ran on instinct: It sensed danger.

His broad form, usually reassuring, looked immeasurably intimidating from this angle. I couldn't help but bite my lip as my heart sped off the charts.

MC: Evan, what are you… doing…?

Evan: I'm thinking about your question.

Evan: You asked me what sort of place I'd like to live at, correct?

MC: Then… what does this have anything to do with that?

Evan: I feel like your eyes might hold the answer I seek.

MC: That's a lie and you know it…

My voice grew softer and softer because Evan was slowly lowering himself down.

Watching those dark red eyes of his that hid a glimpse of a smirk in its depths gradually draw closer, I panicked, stiffening up as my mind went completely blank...

I frantically swiped his glasses from the bridge of his nose, turning over to keep them away from him.

MC: Any more, and no glasses for you!

Evan paused, a little stunned at the sudden loss of his glasses. He then moved away with a smile, lying back down on the grass.

Evan: Did I scare you? I apologize. I just wanted to poke fun at you.

Evan: Sometimes you’ll bite off more than you can handle when you think someone too simple.

I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief before angrily puffing out my cheek.

MC: Okay, okay, you’re not simple! Even more so to keep your glasses away from you!

Evan: Then I’d better stick close to you and let you lead me around. Will that be alright?

Evan: Hm? (Y/n).

I turned my back on him and felt him gently place a hand on my shoulder. The heat swiftly passed through the thin fabric of my clothes, making me unwittingly shudder at the warmth.

I could even feel his eyes digging into me. The area where he burned holes into me with his eyes was hot, the grass underneath me was no different, and neither were the glasses I held in my hands.

I couldn’t form the words to answer him; all I could do was to hope that he couldn’t hear how fast my heart was racing.

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The next day, early morning. I woke up to the melodious singing of birds.

Evan was already awake, neatly dressed and sitting on the folded chair at the entrance, sipping on a cup of coffee.

Evan: Good morning. Sleep well last night?

MC: Brilliantly! I was so tired from walking so long yesterday that I fell asleep the moment my head met the pillow.

MC: Oh, right. It’ll take quite a long time to go back where we came, so let’s eat something, pack up, and leave as soon as possible!

Evan set his cup of coffee down,

Evan: Aren’t you forgetting something?

MC: Huh?

Evan: I recall you wanting to see bamboo piths, but we have yet to see any.

I froze, awkwardly laughing it off

That had originally been an excuse to get him outside and I’d totally forgotten about it.

MC: Hehe. I’m not that adamant about seeing bamboo piths.

MC: I only said that back then as an excuse to get you out so that you can relax.

MC: I heard that you had things rather rough before that so I was a little worried about you.

He looked slightly surprised. Then, he lowered his eyes, a warm smile catching onto the sides of his mouth.

Evan: So it was because of me.

Evan: Thank you for accompanying me here. I’m certainly much more relaxed now.

MC: But considering how you were previously… Are you really okay?

Evan: Yes. It’s probably not as bad as you’re thinking. I was just thinking about some old people and old things and felt a little glum about it.

Evan: I never thought that I’d end up alarming others.

MC: Why am I “others” now?

MC: Don’t bottle your troubles up to solve them yourself. You need to remember to share them with people close to you as well!

Evan: Okay. I will keep that in mind.

I still didn’t know what he was troubled by, but I suppose this was still within my expectations.

From my impression of him, he has always been strong. It was almost as if he was shouldering a mission that no one knew about, walking down a similarly obscured path.

After finishing breakfast, we packed and prepared to leave the forest.

We idly chatted with each other along the way until suddenly, Evan stopped short while we were passing through an area.

Following his gaze, I saw a unique-looking umbrella-shaped thing growing within the shrubbery’s shade.

Evan: See? We still managed to chance upon it.

MC: Wow, are all of these bamboo piths?

We walked over together, squatting beside the small white fungi.

It had a small black cap and had grown out a long white mesh skirt.

This was the first time I ever saw a bamboo pith growing in the soil. I widened my eyes in surprise, unwilling to blink as I drank in the sight. After observing it for a while, I finally raised a finger, reaching out to touch its “skirt”.

MC: It’s so wet and soft-looking! It’s adorable! Have you seen it before, Evan?

MC: I can’t believe you managed to recognize it at a glance!

Evan: Yes. It was back during the first time I’d been driven into the forest as a child.

Evan: I witnessed the law of the jungle and escaped from the jaws of death of a snake. I felt like the forest was a place filled with danger and wanted nothing but to leave the place the faster, the better.

Evan: Then, just as I was hungry and exhausted, I saw a bamboo pith.

Evan: At that time, I didn’t know what it was and if it was actually poisonous.

Evan: Deep in the throes of despair, I thought “why not just take it, eat it, and see what my fate turns out to be”?

MC: Evan…

Evan: But guess what I saw while I was hesitating?

Evan: I saw it growing its fungus skirt. All it took was a little effort on its part, and its little skirt grew longer and longer.

Evan: I stared at it blankly, in a daze. I didn’t even notice that my legs had gone numb from how long I’d stared at it.

He retracted himself from his memory palace, turning around to face me with a smile.

Evan: It was as simple as a little young lady, capable of encouraging me with its adorability and enchantments.

Evan: It made me understand that forest, in all its gloom and doom, still has its own little interesting spots.

Evan: And that one is only capable of seeing it by living on, don’t you think?

His expression was quiet, but within those calm eyes of his, I could see that little boy who’d struggled his hardest to remain strong. I felt my heart constrict slightly at that and moved to hold his hand tightly in my own.

MC: Evan, that’s all in the past. You’re no longer that helpless little boy.

Evan: No, I’m fine.

Evan: I might have forgotten even this if we hadn’t seen the bamboo piths today.

Evan: It feels a little unbelievable when I think back on it now. It was a memory plagued by darkness, yet it still held its own beautiful moments.

I felt a pang of sorrow creep into my heart. Words of comfort were right at the tip of my tongue, yet I felt like they’d be completely helpless.

This man before me, strong as a warrior; someone who’d been forced to face life-or-death decisions from a very young age… Maybe he wasn’t as complicated as I initially thought he was.

There are many reasons why one would choose death, but to choose life? The reason was simple; just a little spark was required, and Evan was no exception.

MC: I forgot who said it, but someone once said that the meaning of existence that people spend their entire lives seeking out is actually hidden in the simple things.

MC: Evan, won’t you say that you might end up thinking similarly as well one day?

MC: You might not be able to find it immediately, but that’s fine. I will accompany you in your search for it, no matter how long it takes.

Evan fixed me with a profound look before stretching out his hand and reverently crossing it over my own.

Evan: Alright. Together we shall be.

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✥ Choose your Ending:

END 1 | Choice: Do Nothing [都不做]

END 2 +3 + 4 | Choice: Call Out [呼唤] ⊹Speak⊹

END 4 + 6 | Choice: Approach [亲近] ⊹Touch⊹

END 7 + 8 | Choice: Heart-throb [心动] ☆Light & Night★

❖☆————— ⊹ For Night, For Revolution⊹ —————★❖

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