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b0ba-chan · 4 years ago

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zhongli x fem!reader

cw slight spoilers, mentions of blood, soft service dom!zhongli, size kink, cunnilingus, slight teasing, over stimulation, fat dick zhongli, unprotected sex, reader passes out, mating press, reader is an adventurer, i also dont know how housing works in genshin so the funeral parlor is homing for employees too

after the passing of the archon morax and the defeat of osial, liyue has never been more busy than before. the lantern rite has made your workload almost triple, running to do additional commisions given out by the guild. you always end up coming back to your home city all haggard and beaten up.

you trudge the trail back, yawning as you go to sit on the edge of the cliff to look over the harbor. taking a break, you rest your sore legs while humming the soft tune you heard a street preformer sing. a glaze lily starts to bloom as the sun sets in the horizon, blooming in your face while shining a vibrant icy blue. by plucking it off its stem, the sweet scent swarms your nose as you are reminded of the scent of the man you see around the wangsheng funeral parlor.

he tends to have a sophisticated aura around him while standing with respectable posture, knowing almost everying that has happened in liyues history. you had done some of his commissions, but he did follow along each time.

zhongli joined you while you did his errands, seemingly odd as he is paying you for something he can easily do on his own. but every time he was around you, he told extravagant stories about the history of liyue and how it came to be. it left you hanging onto every word he says that now, you try and visit whenever you can to see him at the parlor. and whenever you seem like you were going to be a bother, he was already waiting for you with a second cup of tea.

you stare at the flower in hand before wincing at the feeling of sharp pain running up your arm. the bandage wrapping your arm was soaked red which signals that you should go back to the pharmacy and get checked up.

your tired legs drag you back to walking the trail, making way to your destination. but before you can tell where you were heading, you open the front door of the parlor. his eyes were already looking at you, though a client was standing befor him while talking business. you tiredly smile and wave at him, flower still clutched in your hand.

“excuse me,” zhongli politely waves off the client, telling him that he is off work for the day to tend to your needs. before he says anything, he reaches a hand up to your red cheek with a look of concern plastered on his face. his hand lifts your wounded arm to take a look before leading you up the stairwell to his respective room.

once the door closes behind the two of you, it hits that you realize that you have only been his office but never his room. the room glowed a warm amber from the many lanterns that lit up the area.

“little miss, you must be more careful with yourself. the bubu pharmacy would have been a better location to visit than me,” zhongli sighs and sits you down on the cushioned seat. he takes out whatever material he has to clean and heal you up.

your face turns red as he uses his teeth to pull each at the glove off of each finger, gently folding to place them on the table. zhongli removes his coat and hangs it up before taking a seat next to you. his slender fingers undo the wrapping on your arm and gently wipe down your wound. you were too focused on how close he was to you.

you didn’t realize how hard you were chewing on your bottom lip until a metallic taste dribbled onto your taste buds. zhongli looks up after finishing his wrap and watching you touch your bloody lip.

“i barely told you two minutes ago to be careful with yourself,” he huffs out a breathy laugh and places his clean hand on your cheek, thumbing away the blood. it was suffocating how dense his aura is, feeling as if he was going to swallow you whole right there.

“why not take a bath, refreshen a bit. don’t mind if you get the bandage wet, i can always replace it.” his hand comes to rest on the top of your head. you blush and nod, accepting the extra clothing he hands over to you as he ushers you to the bath.

he lets you have your time alone to wash up, letting the hot steam seap beneath your skin. you havent felt a comfort of a bath in what felt like ages. though you have hopped in some clean springs to wash up whatever you could, the warmth of an indoor bath never felt better.

you clear your mind over how flustered you were earlier, it wasn’t like you to act this way around zhongli. he always felt more like a good friend you could just sit around with for a while, but now you felt as if there was tension between the two of you. maybe you were just overreacting and he’s just being kind.

you sigh and hop out of the bath, drying yourself off with the towel he had provided you. after completely dry off, you slip on the loose fitting clothes he had offer you. you find him still sitting at the table, this time with two cups of tea.

“thank you, for taking me in.” you take a seat and smile at him, cheeks still red from the steaming bathroom, and possibly from how he made you blush earlier. zhongli nods and takes a sip from his tea, enjoying the comfortable silence. you didnt realize his eyes were on you while you sipped your tea.

“why is it that, once you finally get a break, instead of taking a rest, you come to me.”

the question took you by shock and if you weren’t speechless then, you definitely are now. turn to look at him and his eyes bore into yours, and they started to look like they were glittering gold, brighter than his usual self.

“i- i don’t know, i’m sorry.” you stutter as you advert your gaze away from him, shying away from his intense stare.

“there is no matter in apologizing, i am simply curious to why you enjoy my presence,” zhongli gently pinches your chin between his index and thumb to force you to look him in the eye, “though i may know why you come to me now.”

it happened so fast - zhongli’s lips were against yours leading you. it was so gentle yet firm, making sure you know he was in charge. you felt almost breathless the way he kisses you; his fingers were still holding your chin while his other hand holds onto your thigh, squeezing the flesh gently. he suckles on your tongue, peaking his eye open a little to see you dazed and flustered.

a trail of spit connects your tongues as he pulls away, retracting his hands as he prepares to apologize. your hands grab his wrists and whine, trying to tug him back.

“don’t go, please. i need more.” you whine, letting your guard down as his eyes grow softer. you were in such a needy state and had made all this way just to join him. so it didn’t take much convincing for him to lift you up and take you to his bed.

you have spent nights camping out, having no time to go back home and rest up. when coming in contact with the silk sheets has you melting in the soft comfort. not only were the sheets were bringing you comfort, but zhongli’s lips could rival the softness of the bed.

he kisses down the column of your neck, nibbling the skin to draw out your pitiful whines. your arms loop around his neck to keep him close, not wanting for you to leave you cold and alone in the bed, but it was evident that he wasn’t going to be leaving any time soon. and there was that familiar scent again; glaze lillies and the hint of silk flowers made it all more comforting.

“is this alright?” zhongli fumbles a bit with your clothes, only to continue when you nod in confirmation. he undoes your clothing, taking every piece off gently as he knew you were still injured. his kisses were placed intricately onnyour skin, making sure to place more gentle kisses on your injuries. you felt rather embarrassed, being the only one half naked, pushing his shoulder gently.

“speak up, you have to tell me what you want.” he pulls away, taking place between your thighs and massaging the soft flesh under his bare hands. your hands reach out to grab at his tie, tugging on the fabric.

“please take it off, please. this is embarrassing.” you whine as your face flush a brighter red. he laughs a bit and undoes his tie, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

“you just had to say so, darling. besides, i would not say no to you.” he shrugs off the rest of his clothing, undoing his pants right in front of you. you stare at his chest, a gold tattoo in a geometric pattern was centered on his sternum. it was as if your hand had a mind of it’s own, coming to touch the somewhat glowing decal. he was warm under your hand, heartbeat thumping normally compared to your own anxious heart. his hand comes to rest on top of yours, pressing it closer to his chest.

“i will explain more on a later date, i know you do enjoy my stories. for now let me take care of you.” his fingers intertwine with yours as he leans down to kiss your inner wrist where your pulse is felt against his lips. you nod, preferring to wait for the story on a later time, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close.

your feet kick up when you feel his clothed cock presses against you. you can already tell that he was thick as he grinded up against you, drawling out sweet whines out of your mouth. he trail soft kisses down your neck, kissing between your breast and palming them in his hands. his mouth was then met with the heat kf your clothed cunt. though you were separated by your panties, you could feel his hot breath fanning against you.

zhongli looks up at you, silently asking for permission and once you nod, he slips off the panties. tossing it to the side, he hooks your knees over his shoulders and runs his tongue through your folds gently. your eyes widen and your hands were immediately clutching at his hair.

he hums as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves. you were already bucking your hips against his mouth, moaning uncontrollably. his hand comes to your mouth and slips his middle and ring finger into your mouth. you moan and suck on them immediately, one hand freeing his hair to grip his wrist.

he pulls away and spits on your cunt, as if you were soaking the bed underneath you already. the hot liquid melds with your slick, running down your cunt. he takes his fingers out of your mouth, a trail of spit connecting your lips to the tips of your fingers. cooing at your embarrassment, he slides a wet finger into your cunt.

“a-ah.” you stutter out, gripping the pillows behind you.

“alright, do we need to slow down?” he rubs your thigh lightly, goosebumps growing on your skin under his palm. you shake your head and grind down against his hand to urge him to continue.

he kisses your clit as he continues to tease you with only one finger, trying not to laugh when you whine. you couldn’t even voice out your needs, only squirming under him.

once he finally slides the second finger, it already felt like perfection. he had his lips still attached to your pulsing nub as he scissored you open, curling his fingers a bit and holding your hips down with a firm hand when you get to squirmy. the familiar tight knot was already forming in your core, gummy walls clamping around his fingers as you try your best to grind your clit on his tongue.

he watches with hooded eyes as you ride out your orgasm, even pushing you past the brink to draw tears of pleasure out of your glossy eyes. only when you start to nudge him off he pulls away, looking down at you flustered body and heaving chest as you try and catch your breath.

your eyes wander down his chest as you try to catch your breath, seeing the noticable buldge through his boxers.

“don’t need to worry about me, darling. this is enou-.” before he can finish his sentence you weakly tug at the hem of his boxers, whining.

“no, need you too, please.” you plea, pushing down the clothing. his hard cock slaps his thigh, hanging heavy and hard from watching you lose yourself on his tongue. he doesn't flinch, but you do; you were shocked by his sheer size. you blush and look away when you catch yourself staring, whining when you hear his low chuckle.

“you wanted this, now don’t look away.” zhongli grabs your face to force you to make eye contact with him. he smiles in satisfaction, releasing your cheeks from his grips so you can watch him grab the base of his dick with the same hand. it was obvious that he was bigger than others, thicker than average, but when he slaps his cock gently against your sensitive cunt, it made it all more obvious.

“this little cunt of yours, so small. will you be good and take all of me?” zhongli leans in to whisper in your ear. shivers run down your spine as you whine out a small yes, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

he laughs a bit and positions himself, letting his top nudge at your hole. your breath hitches as he pushes past the first ring of muscle, going tense from the uncomfortable stretch. zhongli knows his size, pausing every once in a while.

he does, however, enjoy how cute you get when he wont hurry up. he sometimes hold his positions for you to adjust because he says he knows what you need. but once he bottoms out, you felt the air knock out of you. your vision goes white as you convulsed under him, thighs tightening around his waist.

zhongli coos as drool dribbles out of your mouth, feeling your walls barely clamp around him. his hand gently pats your cheek, squishing them to shake your limp head. he starts to roll his hips, watching you squirm.

“thats it, good morning, dear.” he smirks as you blink your eyes open. he was trying to hide the fact that he was proud that he made you pass out on him because of his sheer size, but it was evident on his face. you gasp as his tip kisses your cervix, grabbing his shoulder to find some stability.

his thrusts were smooth and slow, letting you adjust to him. but you start begging for more and more, only making him follow your needs. from soft to brutal, his hips were bruising up your thighs with every thrust. you were rendered speechless under him, only squealing when he pushes your knees up, folding you into a mating press.

“sh-shoo deep! t-too deep!” you cry put, clinging to the pillows as he ignores your pleas. he grunts as his bangs cling to his sweaty forehead. your eyes cross and toes curl as hes reaching farther than before.

you couldn’t tell if it was your imagination but you saw a faint golden glow coming from the tip of zhongli’s hair. but it wasn’t the time to think about the cause of light, only having the brain power to go dumb on his cock.

“doesn’t seem like you’re complaining anymore. good girl, i know what yok need.” zhongli growls animalistically, causing you to clamp on him tighter. you squeal and cum once again, squeezing to urge him to cummin you. he groans at the tightening feeling as he releases into you. he continues to thrust to ride out each other’s orgasm, mainly focusing on you. each thrust, more of his cum overflows out of you, making an absolute mess out of each other and the sheets.

you two are panting to the same rhythm, holding onto each other as if it was the the last time you two would see each other. he nudges his nose against yours, pressing a soft kissagainst your lips. you barely could kiss back, letting him do whatever he wanted. he pulls out out of your puffy cunny, flipping over onto his back to hold you to his chest.

“maybe it was the best idea to visit me instead of the pharmacy, my cure seems to be better than anything baizhu could come up with.” zhongli laughs a bit, grabbing your wrist before you could playfully slap his chest. he holds you close for a while, hair still glowing but dimming down as the mood dies down.

“zhongli wha-.”

“how about i explain this all while we take another bath. this slimy feeling is bringing back horrid memories, lets wash up.”

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bigskydreaming · 5 years ago

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Speaking of Riley and other friends who are excellent, allow me to take a moment to pimp some of their books if anyone’s got some spare coin and is looking for good reads while on lockdown.

Noteworthy by Riley Redgate

It’s the start of Jordan Sun’s junior year at the Kensington-Blaine Boarding School for the Performing Arts. Unfortunately, she’s an Alto 2, which—in the musical theatre world—is sort of like being a vulture in the wild: She has a spot in the ecosystem, but nobody’s falling over themselves to express their appreciation. So it’s no surprise when she gets shut out of the fall musical for the third year straight. But then the school gets a mass email: A spot has opened up in the Sharpshooters, Kensington’s elite a cappella octet. Worshiped . . . revered . . . all male. Desperate to prove herself, Jordan auditions in her most convincing drag, and it turns out that Jordan Sun, Tenor 1, is exactly what the Sharps are looking for.

Rio’s got two other books you should also check out, I just grabbed this one at random because they’re all great (though its actually ‘7 Ways We Lie’ that’s my personal fave because Reasons).

Forest of Souls by Lori M Lee

Sirscha Ashwyn comes from nothing, but she’s intent on becoming something. After years of training to become the queen’s next royal spy, her plans are derailed when shamans attack and kill her best friend Saengo.

And then Sirscha, somehow, restores Saengo to life.

Unveiled as the first soulguide in living memory, Sirscha is summoned to the domain of the Spider King. For centuries, he has used his influence over the Dead Wood—an ancient forest possessed by souls—to enforce peace between the kingdoms. Now, with the trees growing wild and untamed, only a soulguide can restrain them. As war looms, Sirscha must master her newly awakened abilities before the trees shatter the brittle peace, or worse, claim Saengo, the friend she would die for.

This one is the start of a new duology and doesn’t actually come out until June 23rd, but Lori’s got a couple other books out already that are also worth the read. Her Infinite series starts with Gates of Thread and Stone and has the first two books out, there will be a concluding third volume still to come. But I’m lucky enough to have gotten to read Forest of Souls in advance cuz Nyah nyah (I’m so mature, phear my age and wisdom) and its by faaaaar my favorite of hers to date, including more than just the other two books she’s had published so far, and just look at that cover. Ugh. I love it so much.

(It wasn’t her original cover, actually, they originally wanted to go with this cover of Suck that made me go umm how do you say “Eww” in polite, and authors have little to no feedback they can give on the cover, but Lori took a shot and sent in some examples of other cover artists she really liked and thought had styles fitting her image of the book better, and they picked one of the ones she sent and commissioned a whole new cover, and voila, ended up going with the above cover in all its spooky, thematically ominous glory.)

On The Edge of Gone by Corinne Duyvis

A thrilling, thought-provoking novel from one of young-adult literature’s boldest new talents. January 29, 2035. That’s the day the comet is scheduled to hit—the big one. Denise and her mother and sister, Iris, have been assigned to a temporary shelter outside their hometown of Amsterdam to wait out the blast, but Iris is nowhere to be found, and at the rate Denise’s drug-addicted mother is going, they’ll never reach the shelter in time. A last-minute meeting leads them to something better than a temporary shelter—a generation ship, scheduled to leave Earth behind to colonize new worlds after the comet hits. But everyone on the ship has been chosen because of their usefulness. Denise is autistic and fears that she’ll never be allowed to stay. Can she obtain a spot before the ship takes flight? What about her mother and sister? When the future of the human race is at stake, whose lives matter most?

Cory is actually one of my oldest friends lmao, like, I first met her through another writing friend when we both roleplayed on this messageboard X-Men: Evolution RPG over fifteen years ago, and just....somehow never lost track of each other through all our various hyper-fixations and divergent fandoms and even with years-long ‘vanishing from the internet’ periods by yours truly (I am was mysterious and enigmatic, hear me roar). This is actually her third published novel? Or maybe second, I forget the order....her first, Otherbound, is great too, she’s written a Guardians of the Galaxy tie-in novel for Marvel, and she’s got her next book, “The Art of Saving the World” coming out this September, and its soooo good and head-trippy and the premise is so mindfucky that I have no idea how she pulled it off as well as she did and its great and you will love it or you will answer to me (lol no you won’t, I am all talk, I bruise like a peach, don’t doxx me yo). But On The Edge of Gone remains my personal fave of hers, Denise is an in-text disabled autistic black girl and suuuuuuch a fantastic main character, and her love for her family against the backdrop of an apocalypse actually in its on-going stage, no post about it, is like.....unfortunately a little too prophetic in various ways, lolol, but like, timely as hell and resonates.

Not Your Sidekick by C.B. Lee

Welcome to Andover, where superpowers are common, but internships are complicated. Just ask high school nobody, Jessica Tran. Despite her heroic lineage, Jess is resigned to a life without superpowers and is merely looking to beef up her college applications when she stumbles upon the perfect (paid!) internship--only it turns out to be for the towns most heinous supervillain. On the upside, she gets to work with her longtime secret crush, Abby, whom Jess thinks may have a secret of her own. Then theres the budding attraction to her fellow intern, the mysterious “M,” who never seems to be in the same place as Abby. But what starts as a fun way to spite her superhero parents takes a sudden and dangerous turn when she uncovers a plot larger than heroes and villains altogether.

I actually met C.B. on tumblr here, via this account, thanks to a mutual mutual, which just goes to show you never know who you might end up meeting on tumblr dot hellsite dot org, and only after that fact did we find out that we had various other mutual friends from our writing/publishing circles of friends, including Cory, lolol, so y’know....small world. But this series has three books out, with a fourth to come, and its such awesome fun, with superpower hijinks galore, an Asian protag and tons of LGBTQ+ supporting characters, trans superheroes, and compelling plots. She’s also writing Ben 10 comics for Boom! Studios, a comic book company that does original content but also publishes a ton of licensed properties like various other cartoons like Ben 10, the Power Rangers, etc, etc. And this reminds me there’s a certain story she was working on the last time we met up for coffee like, lololol probably three years ago now, which means I am way overdue to bug her about it and ask “Is it done yet is it done yet can I read it yet is it done yet” because I am a paragon of patience and a bastion of self-control, obvsly.

Anyway, here endeth the pimping of my friends, go forth and buy ye their novels, verily and such. Or y’know. Don’t. If you don’t want to be cool, I guess. Nerds. (LOL no but if you like my content and posts and topics I think you stand a better than average likelihood of enjoying at least one of the books by the aforementioned ladies, and you’d be supporting LGBTQ+ authors as there’s nary a straight among them. LOL, like I would ever have straight friends, hahahaha could you imagine, what would we even do).

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casual-quill-dragon · 5 years ago

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Greetings From Galar Chapter One

Author’s Note: This is my first time writing a fan fic as well as my first time posting my writing anywhere. I'm super scared to put my baby out into the wild but i know it's something i need to do. This story was written as part of a group of in universe stories with people from my art department. It's how I think they would be or what they would do in the given universe. Pokemon has always had a special place in my heart, so, i hope with all my heart you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Thank you for reading - Quill

Luke woke from his peaceful slumber to a soft buzzing & as soon as some semblance of consciousness inserted itself into his brain, he was up & getting dressed. Today was the day, the day that every kid dreams of & even at 16, he couldn’t be more excited. His hoodie & jeans, thrown on with almost professional speed but about as much grace as a primape putting on lipstick. Grabbing his backpack, Luke started stuffing it with everything he thought he’d need for his journey ahead. Cloths, throw those in there. Food, it is a long journey after all. “Entertainment”, what’s he gonna do talk to people? And finally his medication, eyepatch & bracket, stuff that he literally can’t live with out. Then, one last look at the clock, 11:55, before bolting out the door.

“Took ya long enough!” Yelled someone, a foot below Luke. “Says the one still in their PJ’s!”. The small child that stood before Luke in her personally made Pikachu onesie, was in face his close friend Hannah. Although being small in stature & having the appearance of a very lost child, she was in fact older than Luke. “Hey, don’t mock the onesie! They’re practical yet comfortable” “Ya know the professors gonna be bored waiting, right?” Inquired another figure. Wearing pastel pinks & blues head to toe but with a face stern with uninterest, was Luke’s neighbour & childhood friend Evie. Despite that cute outerwear of her’s, she has enough edge she needs no HM’s. Looking to their hips (stop it now you perverts) Luke noticed spheres attached to both their waist. “No way! You guys got your partners!? Who’d you pick!?” Luke excitedly asked. “Oh yea! Come out here bud” Hannah replied, before grabbing the ball & throwing it into the air “Right, I think you’ll like my pick” Evie smiled & mirrored Hannah’s action. With a flash of warm light, two small forms appeared & fell into the pair’s arms. “This cutie right here is blue” Hannah gleefully exclaimed as the form began to come into focus. It was a small, blue, amphibian with orange spots covering bits of its adorable body. “He’s a mudkip & my new best friend...besides ya know, you guys.” “& this is Astrid, a buneary & she’ll kick your ass harder than my dad beat mine!”. After a short silence Hannah replied “...Well someone’s got daddy issues” “AT LEAST I CAN REACH THE TOP SHELF, YOU MUNCHKIN B****!” "HEY IM COMPACT SIZE! It’s not my fault you people are freakish tall!” “If you wanna, go let’s go!” “Guys...” Luke interrupted “If you’re gonna battle at least wait till I can too, like damn”. Almost in unison the pair whipped their heads toward him. Luke realising his mistake slowly edged away from the two & towards the lab. The place where he’d finally take his first steps to what he’d always imagined. His own adventure.

As Luke reached the lab, distant screeching of insults could still be heard, like an extremely spiteful echo. Grabbing the handle, he flung the doors open & stood excitedly in the doorway. Only to be greeted with a near empty lab. He stepped in, a sense of confusion still stuck to him. He was late, sure, but for there to be no one there? It just felt off, then it hit him. A large cranium to the face to be precise. The impact knocked him to the ground, knocking the wind out of him. But, before he could comprehend what just happened the researchers jumped out, capturing whatever attack him. “Sorry ‘bout that kiddo. We weren’t expecting you to barge in so soon!” A hefty old man loomed over Luke chuckling heartily before offering him a hand. “Well, I was excited, so I woke up early. The early bird gets the worm isn’t that right, Alder?” Luke snickered back & grabbed the man’s hand. After being helped up & brushing himself off, Luke turned to look at the thing that attacked him. Although his vision was still fuzzy & slightly obscured, his face instantly lit up at the blurred sight of the Pokemon. It was a small, reptile-like Pokemon & it was currently trying to escape the corner the researchers had put it in. Luke shakily ran over, pushing past the researchers & knelt down to eye level. “I DONT THINK YOU SHO-“ But before Alder could finish his sentence, it was already running at Luke. It sprinted towards him, leaping up, right into Luke’s arms & butting it’s head right into his forehead. “See, this guy must really like me if he’s giving such affectionate head boops” Luke said though his wide grin. “Y-you sure you’re ok, we were just asked to coral that little guy. We’ve got a few starters left if yo-“ Luke stopped Alder “He’s perfect! I think I’ll call you...Hex!” Alder sighed but quickly changed to a smirk. “Then I guess you’ve got the partner you’ve always dreamt about”. Picking up Hex, with surprising difficulty, Luke walked with the Alder over to his desk. Clearing his throat, Alder spoke “Today, you have chosen your partner! The one who will walk with you no matter where you may find yourself. But the path ahead of you is still unknown, unmarked & only you may find it for yourself. But with your Pokemon by your side, you’ll never be lost!” He paused, as if flipping the page over in his head. “Your pokeball maybe be nothing than a metal ball to you, but it’s your Pokemon’s home. So, keep them safe. & here is your Pokédex. Your encyclopaedia of anything & everything you need to know about the creatures & world around you. Make sure to check & update it cause, between you & me, us professors get a commission for every entry uploaded. Though you didn’t hear that from me”. The professor winked, then patted Luke on the back “Now, scan your new buddy & get out there. Show them what you’re made of!” Picking up his new handy, dandy Pokédex. Luke pointing the device towards Hex, it whired into action. “Axew, the tusk Pokemon” blasted the now awoken Pokédex “They use their tusks to crush the berries they eat. Its large tusks have a tendency to break, but each time they grow back, they grow in harder and sturdier.“ Luke grinned & fist bumped Alder “This is unreal, my very own Pokemon. Thank you, for everything professor. Don’t you go dying before you see me at the top! Got it?” & with that, Luke ran out of the lab, to rejoin his bickering friends & embark on their first steps towards the journey they had always dreamed of.

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tact-and-impulse · 7 years ago

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Eating Together, Drinking Alone Chapter 30

It’s the last chapter for the plot, although I have one last omake in mind. Thank you for the support so far, and stick with me for just a little longer! FF.net, AO3

Chapter 30: Sakurayu

Hiko was not inside his house when it surrendered to gravity. Subconsciously, he had expected it to happen, because the beams were beginning to rot, and he had only replaced one. Still, he had gone to buy more clay and returned to wreckage.

He stared for a moment, at the broken roof and walls. The commissions were in the workshop, but it wasn’t that much consolation. He took a long pull from his jug, before clearing the debris. The crockery was smashed, his futon impaled by a large plank. It was tedious to avoid splinters, but as he moved the worst part of a shelf, something distracted him.

A paper rested on the floorboards, yellowed and forgotten. He unfolded the creases, and was startled. In one corner, his features were drawn in faded pencil. This was the only portrait his sister ever made. He thought he had thrown it in the fire, along with her other letters during his attempt to drink himself into the afterlife. It must have been misplaced, and listlessly, he began to read the contents.

Nii-san,

Here’s that picture I promised you. Please don’t mock it, I tried my best, to make it close!

There’s been a cold going around the village. Don’t worry, I haven’t been sick and neither has Yoshiro. I make sure we’re both warm, and the baby is too. It’s a lively child, kicking right now!

Do you have enough blankets and firewood? There must be enough food near Kyoto, but I worry about you carrying a sword. You must be bothered, but that is my lot in life as your sister, and now that I’ve met you again, I intend to cherish it. We’re family, always. Isn’t that so nice?

I hope to see you in Hida soon.

Natsuko

“Damn it.” He immediately left the clearing and shoved the letter in his coat pocket, where it seemed to weigh heavily. The wind barely had any bite left, for winter was truly gone.

He kept walking; by late afternoon, he was in Kyoto. The gravestone was overgrown, and he tore out the surrounding weeds. “What is it with you, Natsuko, and collapsed houses?” He said aloud.

But then again, the house had been thirty years old. It was inevitable to lose it, as he had lost so many things. And he had gained others, some fleeting and some more constant, but he never forgot any of them. That was the way he lived.

He splashed his jug’s contents onto the stone, before quietly promising. “I’ll be back for Obon.”

And with that, he continued his detour to the post office. It was fortunate, for there was a letter from Tokyo. “It’s about time they had another brat.” He muttered, but he couldn’t stop the grin spreading across his face. After all, it had been four years, since he had last visited.

***

“Shishou, you’re here early.”

This was a sight that brought back memories. His idiot apprentice was still playing the part of housewife, airing out futons in the yard. However, he now kept an eye on a little boy, running his shinai through the new spring grass.

“My house broke down.”

The idiot’s eyes widened. “Are you alright?”

“As you can see, not a scratch. I was out at the time, and before you ask, I’ve made preparations for the repairs while I’m gone. Now come here, you brat.” He beckoned Kenji over, and the boy screamed with delight as Hiko lifted him. “Hm, you’ve grown a little, since last summer.”

“Shishou!” Kenji repeated his father’s greeting. “More Hiten Mits’rugi?”

“My place needs to be rebuilt first, but that should be before the year’s end.”

His apprentice only smiled. “Well, we’ll see about that.”

“Yes, we will.” The tanuki girl stepped out of the house, with a fire in her eyes. “Kenji’s been learning more from me. The third generation of Kamiya Kasshin has to be secured somehow.”

“Oro! But there’s the new baby. Would you like to see him, Shishou?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” He made a show of shrugging and was led to the cradle. At the sleeping infant bundled within, he bluntly said. “It’s an exact copy of the first one.”

“No, Shinpei has darker hair, it’s more brown than red.” The tanuki girl argued. “Anyway, you can figure out the difference soon enough. Won’t you stay here with us, until your house is fixed?”

“You can stay as long as you like, Shishou.” His apprentice mildly said, but Kenji protested.

“No, stay forever!”

“Shh, Kenji.”

However, it was too late. Shinpei sleepily opened his eyes –blue, Hiko noticed—but didn’t cry. Instead, he yawned and absently smiled. Good grief, this one was going to turn out like his idiot father.

“I refuse to stay forever, but I can manage until the shrine visit at the end of the week. The first brat shows more promise for Hiten Mitsurugi, anyway.”

Kenji was overly excited, already climbing up Hiko’s leg at the mention of the sword style. He must have realized there was something in the coat pocket, for he asked. “Is this candy?” Hiko could have stopped him, but he didn’t. Kenji’s small hand drew out Natsuko’s letter and he exclaimed. “Ah, it’s a picture!”

Somehow, he didn’t feel melancholy, seeing the brat admire the pencil drawing. “That was made by my sister.”

“Oh.”

“That’s enough, Kenji.” His apprentice intervened. “Give the paper back, it belongs to him. There you are, Shishou.” He gently pried his son’s fingers off and returned the letter, without looking at it, while the brat sullenly went to his mother.

The tanuki girl had picked up the newborn, and as she patted her older son’s back, she firmly said. “We’re sorry, Hiko-san. It’s come up before, but that’s your business. Kenji, apologize to Hiko-san.”

The boy pouted slightly, but he clenched his fists and looked up at Hiko. “Sorry!” Behind him, his parents smiled approvingly, and the baby cooed at being held.

Damn his weakness.

“It was an accident, there’s no point in apologizing. For that matter, I’ll share everything tonight.” He addressed his apprentice and the tanuki girl, and he almost relished their shocked expressions.

After the children’s nightly routine caused enough delay, he talked until the very end. His apprentice was completely silent, while the tanuki girl occasionally wiped at her eyes. By the end of it, she didn’t bother. “Um, I think I’ll check on Kenji and Shinpei. Excuse me.” Her voice was strained. “But thank you, Hiko-san. Thank you for telling us all of that.”

Then, it was quiet again, before his apprentice finally spoke. “This one is also glad, that you told us.”

“Is that all?”

He ignored the sarcasm. “When this one was younger, this one didn’t understand you. This one thought you didn’t know anything about the world, when it was really the opposite. You already realized how harsh the world was, and this one was wrong, to judge you so hastily.”

“Idiot, how could you have known?” He scoffed. ”I let you go, thinking you’d learn the hard way. Perhaps if I knew just how terrible your choices were, I would have gone after you. Perhaps.” He reiterated.

“Regardless, it is all in the past, Shishou.” His apprentice’s expression softened, his gaze on the house’s interior, and Hiko nodded. It was a tacit agreement that the present mattered now, and they understood each other, a little more.

And so, the week slowly went by. The morning of the shrine visit was hectic, with too many last-minute errands, and the baby was fussing from lack of sleep. Hiko offered to buy pickled cherry blossoms, for sakurayu. “I can be spared, just go to the shrine.” With the amount of tea they needed, he would surely miss the ceremony, but he argued against their protests, saying he didn’t mind.

It wasn’t the only thing he had anticipated.

When he returned, only a few others had arrived, and none with a white kerchief. The granddaughters of some doctor were cooing over the new brat, to someone’s jealousy. With all the effort a five-year-old could muster, Kenji tried to push the two girls away. “He’s my brother! Mine!”

His apprentice carried him away, promising assistance in the kitchen, and offhandedly said to Hiko. “Tae-dono went to the Akabeko, to pick up Tsubame-chan and the sekihan. She should return soon.” And he grinned, the idiot.

Stoically, Hiko took a corner for himself and sipped a salty cup of sakurayu. Eventually, the crowd thickened with unfamiliar faces, and growing weary, he closed his eyes.

“Is this seat taken?”

That familiar voice was hesitant, and he smirked. “No.” After rustling movement ceased, he stole a glimpse. Sekihara drank from her own cup of tea, her face calm and carefree.

“It’s been a while, Hiko-san.” She smiled. “But, you haven’t changed.”

So, they weren’t like strangers after all. He cleared his throat. “Neither have you. How’s your business?”

“It’s doing very well. I’m actually about to open another location. It’s the Kobeko, in a small town on the Tokaido road. I’ll give you the address, there are pottery workshops as well.”

“I suppose I could visit, while my house is being rebuilt.”

“I heard about that.” Her voice was touched with concern. “I’m relieved that you’re alright…will you stay here then?”

“Not for long. The new brat’s been coughing.”

“I see.” She paused. “Would you prefer accompanying me at the Kobeko? I have a house, not too close to the town.”

“That’s bold of you.”

She blushed, and he realized how much he had missed that expression. “Yes, as I should have been four years ago. But I was afraid of what the future held and even of how I felt. I wasn’t sure what you thought either.”

He leaned back, deliberately taking his time to look at her. “Obviously, I was in love with you, from the beginning.”

She sharply inhaled. “You were?”

“That was why I couldn’t take you away from your livelihood. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been the Sekihara I fell for.”

“Yes, but I liked you too. And…I think I still do.” There was budding hope in her eyes, her lips parted-

Abruptly, he glanced away. “I’ll consider your offer. But I’m difficult to live with.”

“I already guessed that.”

“And you still offered anyway.”

“Because it might be worth it. Aren’t you willing to find out, Hiko-san?” She gave a charming smile, which was probably her best. He’d have to learn, to say no to that expression.

“Maybe, maybe not.” He was probably growing far too soft, but right now, he decided he didn’t care.

Under the table, she moved her hand next to his, so they laid side by side on the tatami. Her skin was just brushing his, and it only took him a second to move his fingers over hers. He kept looking ahead, ignoring her startled expression when she turned to him.

The room was filled with the other guests’ cheerful conversation. A scruffy man, a sharp-eyed woman, a couple with a stark height difference. An officer’s family, a group of laughing teenagers. His apprentice held the newborn, and the tanuki girl gave a cup of water to the older brat.

“It’s a lovely afternoon.” Sekihara remarked, with a nervous laugh.

He allowed himself to smile. “So it is.”

And still, he didn’t pull away.

#rurouni kenshin #fanfic #eating together drinking alone #chapter thirty #i'm writing the tae and hiko thing #i finished the tae and hiko thing!#:D

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Down below is a Written Commission I did for @justice-incarn8 A small Persona 5 fanfiction piece between Ryuji and Mishima.

Enjoy~ (If you personally want a written commission from myself, simply notify me)

Is Mishima at it again?” Ryuji groaned, scrolling through the Phan-site on his mobile. He knew the guy was a workaholic but even this shit was too much. The last time he seen the guy was during class; the guy could barely keep his damn head up all the while speaking with him. Hell he even looked sick, his voice all nasally, hardly able to move, much less talk. It had to be taking a toll on the man.

When it came to his buds, Ryuji looked out for them and Mishima had done so much for the Phan’om Thieves, it was damn near impossible not to think of the guy as part of the crew. And it was even harder not to think back on what Mishima had been through. Kamoshida put him through some shit with his bullshit training.

Ryuji rubbed his right thigh, his muscles throbbing at the mere thought of it. He was still recovering from the whole ordeal. He knew his leg may never be the same but he was going to effing try and rebuild as much as he could. He didn’t want to be a burden on his teammates, not when their leader had done so much to get them this far.

“Mishima!” Ryuji finally managed to flag the damn guy down before he went into class. And damn did this guy look like he went through hell and back. He thought Mishima looked bad in the morning, now he looked ten times worse. He was even holding a damn tissue to his nose for pete’s sake, “Damn dude,” he cringed away when Mishima blew into it, “what the hell happened?”

“I think” -a long sniff- “I caught the flu…,” Mishima answered in a nasally voice

“No shit… Why didn’t you just stay home?” The teachers would ever catch him dead here on a sick day.

“I had to… tell Akira… about a chan-”

“Ya’ coulda just texted him ya’ know,” Ryuji interrupted before he could say anymore.

“It was… important….,” his voice a soft whisper.

Hell Ryuji didn’t like the guy’s shallow breathing. Damn near look like he’ll collapse at any second. Scratching the back of his head, he groaned, “The hell, dude. Shoulda just stayed at home… Ugh who’s your next teach?”

Mishima stared, puzzled, “Ms. Kawakami… What are you doing, Sakamoto- Whoa!”

It took all his energy to remain upright as Ryuji grabbed his arm. The thing he knew he was practically being towed through the school, “Sakamoto!” His voice came out weakly but still contained his panic, “Hey!”

“You’re sick, man! The hell I look like watchin’ ya die on me?!”

“B-But Akira!”

“I’ll tell ‘im later about the thing, alright? I’m taking your ass home.”

His voice brooked no argument, it was hard to fight Sakamoto whenever he was so adamant about something. With a sigh, Mishima resigned himself, allowing him to take him wherever. Secretly he found it to be a relief, a burden off his shoulders as he listened quietly to Ryuji argue his case with the teacher.

One look was all it took for Ms. Kawakami to send him home with a slip.

“I still don’t see why you had to come with me…,” Mishima muttered. The subway train was vacant this afternoon, a relief because he knew he wouldn’t be able to take being compact in a small space with his state right now.

Sakamoto, the perfect picture of relaxation beside im, leaning back in his seat, arms behind his head, peered at him sideways, “You hardly looked like you could stand, let alone haul your ass on the train. Someone gotta make sure you get home.”

“I hardly need a babysitter…”

“Your parents at home?”

“No. They should be at work…” He had tried calling them earlier to no success.

Sakamoto grinned, “Then I’ll stay until they get home.”

“W-What?!”

“Yo. Get off that phone.”

Mishima nearly wanted to groan. This was not how he expected his day to go. He would have never imagined Sakamoto making himself at home on his bed. “I have to check on the Phan-site.” The recent decline on the latest poll had him concerned. Day by day, the support for the Phantom Thieves was dwindling; messages of ridicule and hate appearing by the hundreds by the hour.

It was time consuming to shuffle with the messages of support to weed out the negativity and false leads on the site, the cleanup breaching into his sleep at times.

I have to show my support somehow… This was the only way he could feel useful to them. I’ll show them what this site could really do for us!

Just as he started to type out a reply to a new supporter, the phone was plucked right out of his grasp.

“Hey!” He scrambled for his phone Sakamoto held high above him.

“Relax, geez.” With a gentle shove, Ryuji pushed him on the bed, “You’re working way too much. You need to rest before you push yourself too far,” he groused, tucking the phone safely in his pocket.

“There’s always the laptop.”

“Do I need to take that away from you too? I thought you didn’t need a babysitter. Sounding helluva a lot like you need one.”

Mishima muttered under his breath, crossing his arms across his chest. It wasn’t long before he sighed, laying back on the pillows. “I feel so useless…”

“Hey, man,” Sakamoto settled down on the ledge, “You been doing so much for us, man. You need to sit back and chill for a moment. We got this.” Without the site and the constant support from him and others… hell he wouldn’t have thought they would be doing this for this long. “You deserve a break.”

“I haven’t been doing much of anything… You guys have been doing all the work.” Mishima rested his arm on his forehead, a weary look entering his gaze, “It’s just after Kamoshida…”

“You still think that bastard was right?” Ryuji snapped. “Do you look so useless now?!”

Mishima pondered over it. A slight smile tugged at his lips, “No… My site. No. The Phantom Thieves really allowed people to get the courage to fight back. I guess I have done something.”

“Damn right. Now lay your ass here and get better man. We can’t have our main supporter out of commission for long. How else are we gonna get our targets?”

“Right.”

#persona 5 #fanfiction #yukio mishima #ryuji sakamoto #writing #literature #written commissions

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