Dating Them!Characters: Himeko, Welt, Firefly, Herta, Ruan Mei, Fu Xuan & ObsidianWarnings: Penacony

Dating Them! Characters: Himeko, Welt, Firefly, Herta, Ruan Mei, Fu Xuan & Obsidian Warnings: Penacony questline spoilers (Firefly)

- Himeko is more of a quiet, gentle lover

- Her main love languages is quality time so she loves to hangout with you every single day, even if its as simple as chatting over tea or as big as going on an adventure to find a stellaron

- Following that it would be gift giving, giving you small but simple gifts of things that you like or reminded her of you

- In the past she has given you

Tea Cups (or Coffee cups if you're a coffee drinker)

Specialized Jewelry

- When she does cuddle its usually whenever you both are in bed getting ready to sleep

- But you don't go to sleep cuddling like that-she'd prefer to hold you a bit before and then sleep separately (although you both are still in the same bed)

- Himekos favourite dates include Coffee/Tea hangouts or Movies

- PDA is okay but only if its the express crew and only a little bit, not full on making out infront of them-holding hands, occasional kisses and hugging is okay. Infront of anyone else she sticks to hand holding or hugging

- Himeko also isn't too jealous as a person, she trusts you won't leave her so she trusts you fully

- Welt is very similar to Himeko in a loving sense

- Similar to her hes gentle and quiet-not to mention he never gets jealous over you

- One thing he does get is protective, specifically when someones overstepped the boundaries a little bit

- His main love language would be acts of service. Welt loves helping you out whenever you need it, holding the door for you, protecting you from an enemy etc!

- Some gifts he would give you include...

Chocolates

Perfume

Flowers (lots of flowers)

Watches

- Welt loves cuddling whenever you both have free time, specifically either you laying on top of him or the other way around

- If you both wanted to, he would also love to cuddle to sleep

- Some of the dates you guys go on can include:

Picnics

Movies

Teaching you skills

- Now to be dating firefly you have to know about her being SAM + know the other Stellaron Hunters

- As a lover, Firefly lets you take the lead in the relationship a bit more but she isn't afraid to talk to you about things that are needed

- Her main love language is Words of Affirmation & Gift Giving

- She always loves to say "I love you" or "you're beautiful" or even how cute/adorable/handsome you are

- Other than that we've seen before in the Penacony quest how she loves to give gifts/food to her partners whenever they remind her of them! The same goes with you! Whenever she seems something she think you might like she always goes out to buy it for you

- Which includes pastries, keychains, necklaces and a lot more

- Dates with firefly would occur really anywhere. She's not really known for being wanted like the rest of the hunters so she does have creative freedom-just don't do anything or go anywhere where she would need to activate SAM and you're fine!

- Occasionally she might get a little jealous/question if she deserves you but just talk her out of it and make her understand how much you love her

- Dating Herta is special since she does have countless copies of herself all over the space station

- You could talk with her at her office and then walk out...BOOM! There's another Herta standing in front of you

- On that note, Herta's main love language is Quality Time!

- It works out since there are many Hertas-even so she wants you to hangout with her main body (the one in her office) the most, so its where you spend most of your day

- Some popular dating spots she'd bring you:

Researching together

Eating lunch together

- Ruan Mei is a careful lover

- Her love language is Acts of Service & Physical Touch

- Ruan Mei enjoys helping you out with small tasks & she enjoys whenever you help her out aswell

- Physical Touch for her is mainly holding hands while walking and doing various things

- Jealousy doesn't exist in Ruan Mei's books either-why would you leave her for someone you met 0.5 seconds ago? That isn't like you at all

- Dates with her vary, some can include:

Going out for lunch together

Working on science projects/experiments

- Ruan Mei is very protective of you-its like she has a third eye watching you at all times to ensure nothing bad happens to you

- Fu Xuan's love language is mainly acts of service

- She is very shy with physical affection most of the time, especially if you do something in front of others

- But she will help you out from time to time and occasionally takes your fortune if you wish

- Date spots with Fu Xuan include...

Walks around the Luofu

Combat training to up your skills

Going to an arcade together

- Occasionally she will also give small gifts that she think you'd enjoy, usually its only on special occasions though

- From what we seen Obsidian likes to cause chaos and start "bloodbaths" as she'd say

- But in a relationship she'd treat you as a Queen/King

- Always paying attention to you, Always doing what you'd like

- Her servants always follow your orders because if they don't well lets just say Obsidian won't be happy

- Having baths together in "blood" is also her favorite activity

A GUARDIAN OR TWO ੭୧. . . Feixiao entrusts two of her most trusted people to look after you.

jiaoqiu and moze + gn!reader. trio shenanigans, them being overprotective, princess treatment (if you squint so hard), misunderstandings and arguing, attempted assassination, hurt with comfort, platonic-ish dynamic with semi-romantic gestures, the line is very blurry. worldbuilding for Xianzhou Yaoqing. fluff and angst! content. this is written before version 2.5. [6.5k wc]

author’s note! This might be extremely ooc due to the lack of info and interactions of them but honestly this became self-indulgence, was listening to Look after you by the fray.

HAVING THE MERLIN’S CLAW as your older sister is both a blessing and a curse, but it also meant being the weak link, the vulnerable dent on her otherwise iron-clad armor, and having targets on your head on occasions, it’s nothing new in your routine. Compared to Feixiao—the fierce and righteous Madam General—you were more reclusive, colder. You prefer scrolls and parchments over military regiments, you like writing about Feixiao’s military missions instead, taking account of the Verdant Knights’ supplies of weapons, keeping tabs on the IPC’s transfers on technology for combat than being under the honeyed heat training blood, sweat and tears till weary limbs become knotted and hard with purpose.

You were quite literally, the opposite of Feixiao, which sparked heavy rumors of your incompetence in combat.

The Arbiter-General of the Yaoqing born for her military prowess has a sibling who doesn’t even know how to wield a sword.

The lesser one in a Xianzhou ship that prides itself to be the master of its many war achievements.

The nasty conversations are never ending, so to dilute the backhanded comments of people questioning your status and reputation, you direct your focus to dealing with the dirty work, the more complicated, nitty-gritty politics of Xianzhou Yaoqing, the acidic talk about you had lessen since then but taking up the mantle into the political side of everything also makes you susceptible to more external enemies outside of the battlefield. Sometimes, that worries Feixiao.

So it comes as no surprise when she assigns her two most trusted people to watch over you from time to time—the famed Jiaoqiu from the Alchemy Commision and even the Shadow Guard himself, Moze shows up to look after you.

The first encounter between you three was…uncanny and awkward.

It happened just as you were dropping off papers to Feixiao’s office, surprised to see two men as you entered. No wonder why the atmosphere had a hint of spice hanging in the air.

You’ve met Sir Jiaoqiu a handful of times, he is your sister’s doctor after all, but never once have you exchanged more words with him than a quick good day doctor or a thank you for looking after her as usual. He’s still the same gentle-eyed, kind smiling counselor as you’d remember.

Sir Moze on the other hand, was someone you barely saw in person but heard more with words from Feixiao herself. He’s taller than you anticipated, scarier even. He had his arms crossed, back against the farthest wall of the room.

“I believe you’ve heard about Jiaoqiu and Moze, right?”

“From you, yes.” You flicker your gaze wearily at the two. “What of them?”

“How would you like to have these two guard you?” Feixiao is leaning close, chin on her palms, blue eyes twinkling.

If you hadn’t deposited the files on the desk, you would’ve dropped it all on the clean tiles beneath you. “Pardon me, Madam General but,” you’re trying to keep your tone cool, less offensive. “Why?”

“You don’t think I wouldn't find out about the little incident that happened in Verdant Harbor?”

You stiffen then. “That was due to my ignorance, it won’t happen again.”

“An assassination attempt on you is not something that you can just brush off and say, it won’t happen again.” Feixiao frowns, then she gestures to the two again.

“Just until I can properly assign someone reliable to you, these two will look after you when I’m busy.”

“General, but—“

“Your constant refusal to the General’s order makes it seem like you don’t want us around, little scribe.”

From the corner of your eye, Jiaoqiu speaks for the first time today, his syrupy tone brushing the shell of your ear. You hadn’t noticed him getting close, popping his head in front of your face, pink ears perking.

You lean back from his face, exhale. “Sir Jiaoqiu, you are my sister’s companions, not mine.”

“It doesn’t mean we can’t be acquaintances, no?”

“I’m too busy to have guards following me around.” You cross your arms. “I check on Yaoqing’s inventory everyday, write reports the entire afternoon and pay visits to IPC delegates. I don’t want to think about yours and Sir Moze’s well-being while I'm working.”

“You don’t have to.”

From the farthest wall, Moze speaks his opinion on the matter, his deep velvet pupils unmoving on you. “You can completely ignore our existence, for all I care. The General ordered this because your life was threatened, it’s no use arguing over the factuality of the issue at hand.”

His words felt like a stab through your chest, you didn’t expect his voice to be so…gravelly and ice cold. Complaints melt away on your tongue, your slump shoulders show your defeat on the matter, which prompted a smile on Jiaoqiu’s delicate face, peaks of butterscotch eyes grinning at you.

“That’s three against one.”

And that’s how the arrangement started. You had left that office with paper-free hands and two distinguished gentlemen in tow, following your foot falls as you left Feixiao’s great seat. You were almost convinced the two would stay quiet the majority of your journey but not even a minute in, Jiaoqiu pops his head in your view, again.

“So, what’s the schedule for today?” The healer should really refrain from leaning in close to your face when he converses with you. Your tongue is thick with childish rebuttals however you quell it down, pin your shoulders with professionalism, pace your steps faster.

“I have to meet again with an incessant customer in Caelorium Venti Pavilion.”

Jiaoqiu tilts his head again, it’s funny to see his ears tip up or down, matching his emotions—Feixiao’s ears do that too. “Incessant, you say?”

“He’s been complaining about some clauses in our shipment agreement. Some folks from the Artisanship commission and I have been trying to resolve this dispute peacefully but he’s being very difficult. This is our fourth day trying to convince him.”

Pink ears droop, floppy-eared. “I heard about this briefly two days ago, I can’t believe it’s still going.”

“You’d be surprised how relentless some people can be.”

“Do you wish for it to be resolved?” Moze speaks up from your other side.

You turn to him, puzzlement sewn between your brows. “Yes, I’d want this to be done already.” What’s he thinking?

“Then, allow me to handle it swiftly.” What does that even mean?

Jiaoqiu sighs beneath his red fan, a pointed look directed at the taller man. “Is assassination techniques all you think about? I don’t think being aggressive will help our little scribe here.” Being aggressive??

Moze frowns. “And if we don’t do anything, this will still be an issue till tomorrow—“

“No, sir Jiaoqiu is correct. Sir Moze you are prohibited from being violent with any of my clients. You are here to be my bodyguards not paid assassins. I can handle my work on my own.”

Moze’s frown deepens, he mulls over your scolding then nods his head reluctantly, “Very well.”

You sigh, fingers pressing onto your temple. It’s not even a few fifty steps from the office and you’re already having a headache.

The walk towards the destination is filled with Jiaoqiu's chatters on his recent discovery on remedies for stomach ache, you half-listened, he doesn’t seem to mind the lack of response. Moze had disappeared like a wisp of smoke from your side, but you know he was still there somewhere, his heavy foot falls is something he made known to you, a synchronous thud thud thud when your feet hit the cement floor. You thought it was odd to have someone follow you like a shadow. When you reach the Pavilion, you cannot help but sour at the distant arguments already peppering your ears. The healer’s ramble seems to ebb at the disruptions and Moze’s footfalls go silent.

“Seems like they are having an engaging debate.” Jiaoqiu comments at the scene. “Do you deal with this everyday?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Alright then.” Jiaoqiu’s hand lands gently on your back, giving you an encouraging push. “We’ll be here, don’t mind us so go do your work.”

You glance at him, under his red fan he nods at you. You turn without a single word, the more you approach the scene the more the tangle mess of arguments fall upon your ears,

“I told you my decision once and I'll tell it again for the hundredth time but I won’t change my mind nor am I gonna agree with your ridiculous clauses!”

“Sir Zhenye, I understand your concerns. But this clause is for the protection of all shipments, this is a law for Yaoqing, we are in no position to change it even with your demands.”

“Then call your manager!” When your associates sigh, you knew their banter wasn’t going anywhere.

“Mr. Zhenye, this is the only thing we can provide for you and your shipment no matter how much you are displeased with it.”

You see the faces of the Artisanship Associates perk up at your presence, you drag a chair back and take a seat with them.

The man scoffs. “I question the flexibility of Yaoqing’s customer service, you are lacking, I don’t even know why I am still arguing with you on this.”

“But—” You raise a hand at your companions. Yeah, this won’t do. You can sit here and argue all you want, but you have other things to handle.

“Then, I’m sorry our services aren’t to your liking. We may end our discussion here since we cannot seem to come into a mutual agreement, you may take your shipments with you, maybe the other Xianzhou ships will be more to your liking.” You stand. ‘Have a good day—”

“Aren’t you the Merlin’s Claw kin?”

You stop in your tracks, Zhenye crosses his arms, an ireful glance directed at you. “Yeah, I have heard of you. You were once an orphan during one of Yaoqing’s many battles with the Denizens of Abundance. Just because the Merlin’s Claw has found and decided to take you in, you think you have the right to look down on people, huh?”

No, that wasn’t the case. Talks like this have been plentiful, you had gotten used to it by now but you cannot help the crawl of shame flushing through your skin, for him to downplay you and your efforts in front of Artisanship Commision representatives—in front of Feixiao’s two most trusted retainers? How shameful. You wondered what they would think of you, you had failed to convince a customer and now you’re being told off in public, they might think you are unworthy, they might even agree with Zhenye.

“You think you’re someone special?” Zhenye continues the spur, deepening the thorn. “Compared to the Madam General, you are lacking—”

“And our smart little scribe had already ended the discussion a few moments ago. If you continue all this yelling, kind sir, I might report you to the Knights for verbal harassment.” A body reveals itself, blocking you from Zhenye’s view. Jiaoqiu’s closed-eye smile replaced with a malicious look.

“W-who” Zhenye is stunned at the threat. ‘Who are you supposed to be, I am An Zhenye, the son of the famous merchant family An. Who do you think you are to—”

“Then, I might just need to have a word with your family—” Jiaoqiu’s smile is cynical. You divert your attention from the scene when another large palm rests upon your shoulder, you glance sideways and see Moze standing there, his velvet pupils soften under the meek afternoon light.

“you alright?” He flickers his gaze in front where Jiaoqiu is now in a winning argument with a stuttering Zhenye. “It’s gonna be fine now, he’s good at dealing with difficult people as well. That Zhenye will agree with the shipment agreement just like intended, And...”

You watch him pause, you furrow your bows up at him. “And don’t take his words to heart, he’s saying nonsense. The General treasures you the most, she never thought you were anything but.”

A weird feeling tickles your chest. You were fine with the insults, it did not offend you—but those two, they almost defended you in an instant, it’s weird. “Thank you, Sir Moze.”

“Just, call us Jiaoqiu and Moze, sir is too formal for our arrangement.” You hummed at his statement.

The afternoon ended with Zhenye agreeing with the clauses begrudgingly, just like Moze had mentioned. The sky starts to dim when you leave the Pavillion, silence overbearing the cool breeze, the night hue melting on three of your figures as you continue walking.

Someone pats your shoulder, stirring you from your thoughts. Jiaoqiu’s smiling again, back at the Pavillion, it was your first time seeing him look at someone so coldly, it was unbecoming for a doctor but remembering how he had come to your defense renders you speechless.

“Are you hungry?”

“What’s with the question?” There’s an unexplained grin on his face.

“How about you come by my place for dinner? After all, eating a good meal can uplift any type of mood. It would taste even better after a long day’s work.”

You were ready to decline, the words were at the tip of your tongue, however Jiaoqiu adds. “The General mentions how you’d usually eat your meals alone, that won’t do, you cannot object to this.”

You turn to look at Moze, silently praying he would help you, his countenance suggests that he spends his free time lonesomely, just like you. He sees you looking at him and immediately says,

“He cooks well.”

That wasn’t what you wanted him to say.

You kick a pebble on the road, grumbling under your breath. But instead of dislike, all you feel was warmth at the invitation to dinner. It has been awhile since you ate around a comfortable crowd.

“Alright.” You finally say. “Only because you helped me today.”

Jiaoqiu laughs, Moze nods his head, and a smile sits on your face for the first time today.

“So, how does it feel to have them as your bodyguards today?” Feixiao raises the question that night, your fingers stop combing through her silver locks, you thought for a while.

“They were okay.”

“Just okay?”

You thought about it, wanted to say something else, dropped it, then you thought about it again, narrowed your eyes, dropped it finally. “Just okay.”

Feixiao’s hair tangles through your fingers softly, ridding her long ponytail and letting her hair scatter down her back, you raise a question of your own, “I wonder how you manage to put up with them.” She almost leans her weight towards you, her blue eyes hiding a gentle smile.

“Why, did Jiaoqiu tease you the whole day?”

“Not really.” You avoid her stare. “He cooked me dinner though.”

She laughs at that. “Well, it’s not easy but I can assure you those guys aren’t bad to be around with.”

“I see.” Your tone sounded doubtful, you didn’t mean for it to sound like that spilling between your tongue, Feixiao picks up on this quickly and her smile falters a little.

“You know it’s my fault that people are talking ill of you,”

Ah, so the news had reached her ears. “I’m guessing Jiaoqiu personally told you?”

“It was Moze, actually.”

“Well, good to know he talks then.”

Feixiao sighs, “The point is, you shouldn’t be subjected to any of these comments and I should’ve paid more attention to it and dealt with it long before, I’m sorry—“

“Stop it sis. Don’t…don’t apologize. It’s fine, it doesn’t bother me as much as you thought it does.” You say. “I didn’t want to bother you with such trivial matters, I can handle things on my own too you know, I’m no longer a little kid.”

A long pause. “I know.”

“You say that but you had assigned two of your trusted retainers to be my bodyguards, you know a simple knight from the Verdant Knight unit will be enough, so why them specifically?”

Feixiao and you had sat in front of each other, your mattress creaking under both your weight, her ears had turned floppy-eared. “You know, you’ve always been so…distant. A part of that is my fault, it must’ve been really lonely for you to rely on yourself for all this time whenever I’m away. I just wanted you to relax for a bit, at least if it’s not only for them, but for me.”

Her hand lands on your shoulder, tugging you to her in a warm embrace. Feixiao kisses your temple. “It’s time to trust others again. And those two can help.”

You have mulled over Feixiao’s words but cannot exactly pinpoint her clear intention. After that, Jiaoqiu and Moze slot into your routine so seamlessly, your lonely afternoon writing reports became lunch breaks eating Jiaoqiu’s cooking with him and Moze. You have grown to get used to Moze’s ebb and flow, his constant appearances and disappearances, materializing from the shadows, his cutthroat quips and acts of service as he sometimes helps you carry around cargo weight for Cycrane shipments or sort papers in your office neatly.

Moze also has the knack for saying profound things related to the methods he was used to,

If there was someone else that spat insults at you, you hear Moze’s “Do you want me to finish him?”

And your constant “No, Moze, we aren’t even sure if what he’s saying is credible or not. Let the Verdant Knights handle this issue.”

His’ “That will take too long to dispatch a set of knights. I can follow him now and verify it myself.”

And finally, your frustrated “Again, no, that’s called stalking—actually you know what, Moze? You’re fired.”

He frowns at your answer, “You cannot fire me, the General was the one that assigned me to you so I go by her orders.” He doesn’t know how to read in between your chides, but you don’t hold that against him.

Aside from pitting with Moze’s stubbornness, Jiaoqiu’s chattering became something you look forward to. On days where you take breaks, you listen as he talks and teaches you about his food discoveries and different alchemical theories, stories he’d exaggerated to garner your attention, medicines he wishes to procure for Feixiao’s illness. He’s passionate about it, you respect that, the admiration almost quickly goes down the drain when you had fallen ill, one time and couldn’t get out of bed.

You remember laying helpless, staring at your ceiling, deciding it was for the best to take a rest instead of going to work with a fever. It will go away in a day, you had gotten used to sleeping off your fevers, and got used to not telling Feixiao of such simple problems. You had closed your eyes, buried your nose into your pillows until you were woken up by the sound of knocking, the stir of movement, the scent of spice and herbs following, Jiaoqiu and Moze came to visit you.

You sat up. “What are you doing in my house?”

“We are your bodyguards, remember?”

“I thought that only applies to following me around when I work?” You push two fingers to your temple, vision spinning and melting colors with one another. “I can take care of personal matters myself…”

When Jiaoqiu reaches you, he touches the back of his ungloved hand to your forehead. His skin is cool against your burning ones.

His ears are perked up, frowning, he asks. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I just caught a fever.” You’re too tired to argue back. Jiaoqiu’s eyes melt like butterscotch under the warm sunlight spilling through your curtains.

“I see.” You watch him stand. “Allow me to use your kitchen then, I'll make you something.”

You could only nod, the pink-haired doctor then beckons Moze to grab him a few more ingredients from the Healer’s Market, with a simple nod the raven-hooded man disappears without another word. The sound of opening cabinets and clattering pots fills your ears as you drift back to sleep, exhaustion finally succumbing to your senses. When you have awakened, you smell something, a deep aroma of mushrooms and soup. You find Jiaoqiu sitting on a chair beside your bedside, you try to find Moze but he’s nowhere to be found.

Jiaoqiu places a hand on your cheek. You had unconsciously leaned against the coolness of his fingers on you. “Your fever didn’t die down, here, drink this medicine I made, it’ll help.”

You take the bowl from him, mushrooms. “Medicine? A broth?”

“Yes, medicine.”

“On whose orders are you demanding this from?”

“I'm a certified doctor, my word is credulous, I can assure you, this medicine is a requirement to alleviate your health.” Jiaoqiu taps your cheek teasingly. “Come on, little scribe, the more you delay it, the more bitter it will be.”

“Fine, fine just stop talking already.” He’s so insufferable, with the insult you cursed in your head you downed the broth, face crumpling, you aren’t fond of mushrooms. Jiaoqiu pats your head for a job well done. Moze arrives after a while, he’s got candies on his hand.

“For you.” He reaches out to take your hand gently, dropping a piece on your open palm. Moze’s fingers are ice-cold, he must’ve stalked off to get the ingredients out in the cold night breeze, you clasped your own fingers with his, simply trying to warm him up, if he noticed your gesture, he didn't question it.

After drinking the medicine, you lay back down with a tired sigh, you feel Moze’s hand on your head now, clumsy fingers combing through your messy bangs and Jiaoqiu pulls the blankets up to your shoulders, his soft coo of goodnight a lullaby in your ears, maybe they’re not as terrible as you initially thought.

The two continue to visit you in your home for the next few days, and the more you feel yourself relaxing within their presence. It didn’t take long but you felt like you were becoming closer with them.

Today, Moze’s the only one that visited. He had mentioned that Jiaoqiu had businesses to tend to with Feixiao. He makes himself comfortable on the chair beside your bed, eyes-closed as you continue to write your reports even when you’re bed-ridden, Moze’s just present in case you needed him to fetch another document or a glass of water.

When the afternoon sun melts through your window, you lowered your pen, letting out a loud sigh as you finished the last sets of papers for today. You spare a look at the man beside you, Moze’s head is tilted back against the wall, peeks of gray hair flopping over the shadow of his eyes, Adam’s apple vulnerable to the warm air and his chest rise and fall to his slumbering breaths. You lean onto your open palm, it’s the first time you’ve noticed how long his lashes are, and even when he’s slumbering he looks so peaceful.

For a moment, curiosity gets the better of you. You shimmy closer, a tender finger brushing through his bangs.

His calloused hand comes up to circle your wrist, stopping your motion, velvet pupils flutter open, steadying on your own. Looking at him closely, you see how his brows crinkle and the peaceful look on his face deepens into his innocent poker face.

“Are you done?” His graveled tone reaches your ears, you settle back and nod your head, gesturing towards the papers on your lap. Moze hums, leans close to gather the papers and sets it back on your desk.

“Here’s your medicine.” Moze comes back with a tray of the familiar looking broth, Your expression changes almost immediately,

You wave your hand. “I’ll take it later.”

“That’s what you said yesterday.” Moze’s lips tip into a frown. “and you didn’t take it.”

I didn’t? “Well, I promise you this time, I’ll take it late—“

“You must take it, little scribe.”

“Just give me a second to…“ He’s already holding the cup in front of you,

“Moze—“

“If you don’t take it now, I’ll tell Jiaoqiu.”

That silences you quickly. After a second, you decide to take the medicine with a grumble, he nods at you in satisfaction.

“Moze, I want to take a walk.” After nibbling another candy from him, you peel the blankets off of your body, setting your bare feet on the cold ground. Moze follows from behind, opening the door for you as you both exit the building. You haven't realized how long you were bedridden with a fever, your bones ached with weight and the breeze kissing your skin tenderly calms you. A tamed sigh escapes through your lips, it was short-lived though, through the canopy on the other hallway, you hear murmurs.

It was a group of people you aren’t familiar with, they must’ve been part of the warrior units and they were talking bad about you,

How you were too weak to the point Feixiao had to call for Jiaoqiu and Moze to ‘babysit’ you, and how an unknown blood like you is unworthy of the attention of the military healer and the shadow guard—You can tell Moze is ready to confront them, his stance dangerous, but you put your hand on his chest, shaking your head.

“It’s no use stopping it, they’ll just continue talking, leave them be.”

Moze grabs ahold of your hand, pulling you closer to him once again after you started your self deprecating statements, you're glad that he did, the action grounded you back from your wallowing thoughts.

“You’re not unworthy of your place here, and you’re not just someone Jiaoqiu and I protect just for the sake of protecting.”

It took twenty seconds at most, staring into those grey-blue eyes of his, dissecting every inch of his expression because you just couldn’t understand. You aren’t convinced still, and maybe that was due to people that had come and gone from your life, the parents that left you during that battle years ago, the parents that protected you which caused them their lives, you cannot unsee how that tragedy unearthed before your eyes.

You don’t need people to protect you, you don’t want to be left alone again, your own problems seem to weigh a lot more on your mind today.

The night is so close to ending, your eyes closed in a peaceful slumber then you hear someone opening your door, a rhythmic type of tap tap tap, a thud thud thud and a thum thum thum of footsteps pepper your ears. Feixiao decides to visit you with her two retainers in tow. She sits on the edge of your bed, reaching out to caress your hair affectionately.

Jiaoqiu and Moze remained by the door, their voices hushed but you can pick them up easily, “It seems like malicious talks have been going on for a very long time, our little scribe just doesn’t say much about it. New rumors have been going around too, ever since our involvement with that merchant in the Pavillion.”

“You should’ve stop them, Moze.” Jiaoqiu chides.

“You don’t think I wanted to?” Moze’s stare is pointed, tone rigid. “They stopped me from doing so.”

There was a silent pause aching through the room after that, Jiaoqiu spoke. “Well, let’s..think about this with our little scribe when we return after a month or two from the Luofu, have you spoken about the Wardance yet, General?”

“I haven’t got the time, but I’ve already chosen a knight to look after them when we leave.”

They’re leaving? Somewhat, a sting pricks your chest. You knew from the very beginning that their duty with you was temporary, a superficial arrangement. Don’t get too attached, they might leave like how your family left you in that battlefield protecting you, how Feixiao had found you and cared for you only to teeter between life and death.

It’s not fair. Why do you feel the need to get close to me if you’re just gonna leave? It’s just not fair.

That night, when you heard them finally leave your room, you had your bed sheets clutched tightly between your fists.

That morning, Jiaoqiu had greeted you, ever so carefree like a chirping morning bird. “You better drink the remedy I have concocted for today, just as you prefer. It's not mushrooms, I used other herb as a substitute to the actual ingredient needed. Now here, don’t refuse it—“

You hum, taking the bowl and downing it in one go, Jiaoqiu watches quietly, a crack of silence filling the air.

“Are you okay?” He places a hand on your forehead, “You’re not feverish, are you dizzy maybe? Stomach ache?”

“It’s nothing.” You stand and Jiaoqiu voices, “Where are you going?”

“I have a lot of work to do, I cannot stay in bed all day.”

“But—“

“I’ll see you when I can, sorry I have to go.” Something changed between you, you’re distant, ice-pricked. Jiaoqiu cannot understand this change.

A few days passed, you focused all your attention with work, work, work and more work. You haven’t seen Jiaoqiu and Moze—pettily and childishly—you’ve been avoiding talking with them for a while now. You need time to think, more time to figure out the ache you feel. It’s not their fault, you are aware of that but you hate the confrontation of knowing what they truly feel and the reality of them not being with you after their duties have been fulfilled, you hate it all. You cannot face them, not like this.

Jiaoqiu and Moze are quick to notice your change in behavior, and you can tell even from a distance that they disliked it, your coldness, your apathy. For the last few days they’ve been trying to corner you, to try to talk, you don’t give it to them. Even with your petty behavior, you weren’t joking when you said you were busy—just like what they had talked about, the upcoming Wardance Ceremony in the Luofu has brought many interstellar travelers from afar, wanting to visit the many Xianzhou ships, you haven’t had time to take a break in a long while.

Only after a week, when you find yourself cracking under the stress of work does the two retainers finally catch you unguarded. You were resting under the sun, back against a wall, your eyes flutter open when you feel a shade from above —Jiaoqiu is standing in front of you, his red fan used to block the sun from your face.

“Too much sun exposure can be unhealthy.” Jiaoqiu’s not smiling, his amber eyes open to see how upset he’s been with your behavior.

You shift. “Thanks.”

Silence.

“You want to talk about it?”

“I…don’t know.” Your hesitation makes him reach out to grab your hand tenderly—too tenderly, enough to make you decompose from its softness. You don’t pull away and the pink-haired man takes a seat beside you.

“Hey.” His ears are downcasted. “What’s on your mind?”

Too many things: anxiety, worry, abandonment. You don’t know how to voice these issues aloud.

“I’m just tired.” Then, you pull away. “You…you can stop doing this, the both of you.”

More silence, this time deafening.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jiaoqiu sounded offended, his brows knitted, you averted your gaze, brushed away his question.

“It means I don’t need you to look after me anymore.”

“Why?”

“I just think—“ don’t get attached. “I don’t need you anymore.”

“It’s not the matter of needing us to look after you or not, this isn’t supposed to be something—“ Jiaoqiu stumbles on his words, he tries to reach for you, stops when he sees the look in your expression, hurt.

Jiaoqiu’s convinced something is on your mind. “What happened?”

“Nothing happened.” Stop pushing for answers.

“If nothing happened, then why are you being like this?” Stop. “Did someone threaten you perhaps? I—“

Moze materializes from the thin air in dark smoke, hand landing on the doctor’s shoulder firmly. “Hey, Jiao—“

“What, Moze—“

“Just stop already, can’t you see you’re making our litt—“

It’s too loud, stop it.

“Then stop running away and talk to us so we can underst—“

“Aeons.” You finally snapped. “Stop talking to me, why can’t you both just leave me alone?! I don’t need you, so stop talking to me, stop pushing me for answers—!”

You choked, sharp words staggering between the crevices of your teeth. You dare to look up and see their shocked expressions, something bitter cracks in your gut. You didn’t mean to…

You turn to leave, for a split second, Moze reaches for your arm but you were already out of reach. Tears threaten to prick your eyes when you turn a corner, your heart thumping rapidly, you didn’t mean to say that.

The crowd around suddenly overwhelms you, so you stir clear, finding an isolated alley to slip under where you can let the tears roll down your cheek, where you have enough time to think of what just happened.

Pathetic. You can’t even tell them how you truly feel—

Something fleeting from the corner of your eye catches your attention as a cold chill runs through the column of your spine. Something’s wrong. You barely reacted, but you could’ve sworn you saw something flying past your vision, a shadow you don’t recognize. You hear the sound of a blade being cut through the air, slicing the atmosphere, letting your heart fall at the pit of your stomach.

An assassination attempt, at daylight too?

You pivot, you turn around, but the sound of the blade is harsher and you could’ve sworn the assassin was right behind you.

You truly let your guard down this time, you don’t think you have time to dodge the dagger coming your way—

You await for the strike, for the pain to drown you, but instead of something sharp hitting your skin, you feel a pull, your nose buries into a cloth that smelled like spices, protective arms wrapping around you. A pained grunt muffled your ears, your body hit the floor, shouts came second, you snapped your eyes open and saw vanishing smoke and Jiaoqiu’s crumpled expression, his butterscotch eyes flaring as he shouts something to someone before everything goes quiet. You’re clutching him tight but, liquid hits your fingers, curiously you retract your hand to see red.

Blood.

Jiaoqiu’s bleeding.

You haven’t realized how pale you had become until the pink-haired man delicately takes your face between his trembling palms.

“Hey…” He looks in pain. “You cannot give up on us now, we’re your bodyguards after all, aren’t we?”

“Jiao—Jiaoqiu...” Your tone is cut with vulnerability, he wipes the tears pouring down your cheeks. “I’m sorry, I didn’t…I didn’t mean to—“

“I know.” His syrupy tone is weak, he winces, then lays his head heavy on your shoulder, nose on the crook of your neck. You hold him tightly likes he’s liquid in your open palm. Shakily, you call out;

“Moze!“ Your scream is desperate, borderline begging, your voice is ringing in your ears when you exclaim again. “Moze, please!“

When you see the swirl of smoke and hear the familiar thump thump thump of footfalls, you cannot be all the more relieved. When Moze appears before you, he was already scraped and bloodied, fear spikes through your chest thinking he was also hurt during the assassination—only a few more seconds later did you realize, it’s not his blood that he’s drenched on, he must’ve dealt with the culprit, Jiaoqiu was the one that shielded you from the attack.

Moze’s chest is heaving, eyes ravenous and crazed. “How, how is he?”

“He’s bleeding so much, I don’t know what to do—“

“We should take him to the Alchemy commission.” Moze’s ruff voice is impatient as he sheaths his blades. “I’ll carry him there, can you get up?”

You nod.

“Good.” He gently pulls Jiaoqiu’s weight off of you, he tosses an arm over his shoulder, lifting him up, “Let’s go, quickly.”

The seconds dragged long, bleeding numbers to minutes till it pools into an hour, then two system hours. Your knuckles are white from how long you’ve had your fingers clasped with one another, you prayed to the Hunt, prayed that he would make it through.

Don’t take him away yet, you prayed to them. Don’t take Jiaoqiu away from Feixiao, from Moze, from me.

You have murmured at least three more prayers before you see Feixiao leaving the room, you jump to your feet, anxious palpitating through your artery.

When she reaches you, she pulls you into a long, tight hug.

You part your lips, terrified. “How is he..?”

“He’s gonna be alright.” You have never let out such a long breath of relief till now. You clutch Feixiao tighter, “Sister?”

“Hm, what is it?”

“This whole thing happened because of my selfishness, it’s all my fault and Jiaoqiu had to get hurt because of this, because of me—“

“Hush, don’t say that now…” her hand rests softly behind your head, caressing through your hair. “They’ll be upset if they hear you now, how about you go inside and tell Jiaoqiu that yourself? I’ll go fetch Moze.”

Sniffling, you nod your head. Feixiao cups your face, pressing her cheek against yours as a form of affection before leaving.

When you step inside, Jiaoqiu’s awake, his ears perk up when he sees you. “You look like you just ran a marathon, little scribe.” He tilts his head, smile on his lips. “Don’t tell me…were you crying this whole time?”

You cannot help but let out a laugh. “You rascal, still have the time to joke around even at a time like this.”

He opens both of his eyes. Suddenly, saddened sincerity crosses his face. “I’m…I’m sorry for yelling at you, back there.”

You meet his gaze. “I should be the one apologizing to you, Jiaoqiu. You got hurt because of me.”

“It was my decision to protect you, don’t take the blame. I don’t know what I would do with myself if you were the one that got hurt.” A tentative pause hangs in the air, then you see him open his arms wide. “Now come here, let me hug you.”

A smile forms on your face, tears heavy in your eyes when Jiaoqiu pulls you to him. “Looks like we all have issues to solve together one step at a time, how does that sound?”

Together, you like that. “Okay.”

“Where’s Moze?” Jiaoqiu asks.

“He had to go talk to the Verdant knights about the whole thing, sister is going over to fetch him.”

“That’s good, when he comes back you should go hug him too.”

This time, you nod your head. Just as promised, Feixiao returns with Moze, there’s an uneasy dent between his brow and he’s in freshly clean clothes. Jiaoqiu nudges and you approach Moze who sends you a puzzled look. You don’t give him time to react, your arms immediately wrap around his torso, you feel him stiffen beneath you.

“…Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry, Moze, for being mean to you and Jiaoqiu.”

Moze doesn’t say anything for a long time, but you feel him melt into your embrace, large arms engulfing you wholly, his lips on top of your head, humming gruffly. “Don’t be sorry, you can tell us all about it, yeah?”

Jiaoqiu and Feixiao smile at the scene, and you hum.

“Yeah, I’ll tell you all about it.”

Maybe, it’s okay for you to have a guardian or two, even for a short while, you let yourself find comfort to talk to them about your problems.

Quick post, Requests are currently closed! Theres a lot of fics I want to write and then event ones, I won’t have time to do anymore requests.

For the ones sent in recently, I am working on them and expect it within the next few weeks!

“I want to break up” textfic prank!!

Characters: Blade, Aventurine, Osamu Dazai, Sunday & Obsidian

Warnings: Made sunday with yandere in mind & Pre-Release obsidian

Spoilers for BSD ch 117

Oh boy.

Max copium! I choose you!

After the little scene with... Fukuchi, I did some slight research.

My conclusion? The ADA and verse will live.

As you can see, the symbol behind Fukuchi is the similar to a the symbol to the right, which belongs to a religion known as Tenrikyo.

Tenrikyo is a religion where their deity is viewed as the parent of all of humanity.

In the image above, you can see Fukuchi showing almost "motherly" care for Kunikida. As if he's comforting his hurt child.

When Fukuchi kills someone, they become bubbles and then he swallows them.

Bubbles, are clean and clear. The opposite of dust.

Now, I hear you guys "Eloqiu, what does this have to do with the ADA being alive? Are you off your meds?"

No, I am not off my meds, and let me continue.

Something to note about Tenrikyo, is that it doesn't believing the afterlife. It instead believes in reincarnation.

"The soul comes back to this world after borrowing a body from God."

Along with that:

When Fukuchi "kills" someone, the only thing left of them is their clothing. Which may be symbolic of death. (Osayama is the creator of the religion, for anyone who didn't know.)

And also...

(Which could mean that Fukuchi is still alive)

Taking in the reincarnation, bubbles, and symbolism...

Fukuchi is currently collecting the good deeds of each person. So that he can give them a new body. (AKA reincarnate them)

However, considering that the real Fukuchi is probably still in there, there's still a chance that this could be stopped.

So here's my (maximum copium) plan on how this will end:

The ADA must defeat Fyodor first, he seems to be thing that's ordering Fukuchi.

Once they've defeated him, the real Fukuchi will take back his body. (Most likely with some encouragement from the remaining Hunting Dogs, and Fukuzawa)

Then Fukuchi will release the souls by offering his "body from God", ultimately sacrificing himself.

The live happily ever after

Easier said then done...

(I did this all in like, 20 minutes. So forgive me if some information is incorrect)

EDIT:

I found this detail interesting, and decided to screenshot it. While I was researching any relations Tenrikyo had with books... (Like the book in the BSD verse)

(This was written by the creator of the religion. Featuring all the teachings of the religion.) Coincidence??? (Probably.) I THINK NOT!

(EDIT 2: I need a life...)

The god form of Fukuchi, was introduced in chapter 115. (Is that was chapter 114.5 exists? So that God form Fukuchi would be introduced at exactly chapter 115?)

Pickup lines they’d use on you

Ft: Boothill, Dazai & Lyney

Event Masterlist: Here

Warnings: Cheesy/really bad lines, Mentions of s*icide (Dazai), regular bsd warnings (dazai)

- Boothill loves to use pickup lines on you

- Sometimes he pretends you guys aren’t a couple just to hit on you

- He’ll walk up to you calling you a cutie, before hitting on you, asking for your number

- Although before the relationship hes a bit more shy, sometimes blushes after saying them

As for pickup lines he’d use while dating…

- “Hey darling, you dropped something… My jaw”

- “I'd like to take you to the movies, but they don't let you bring in your own snacks”

- “You and I are like nachos with jalapeños. I'm super cheesy, you're super hot, and we belong together”

- “Excuse me, do you have a Band-Aid? I scraped my knee falling for you”

Pickup lines he’d use before dating you…

- “Something must be wrong with my phone… It doesn’t have your number in it”

- “I would've said "God bless you" after that sneeze, but it looks like he already had”

- “I’ll bring you roses to our first date so that they can see how beautiful you are”

- Dazai loves using pickup lines on you both before & after you start the relationship

- The moment you walk into the room-hes already hitting on you

Pickup lines he’d say while dating you…

- “Do you have a map? I just got lost in your eyes.”

- “I usually go for 8s but I guess I’ll settle for a 10.”

- (Over text) “Are you https? ‘Cuz without you I’m just ://”

Pickup lines he’d say before dating you…

- “Do you believe in love at first sight, or do you need to look at my profile again?”

- “Would you like to commit a double suicide with me?”

- “I hope you know CPR cuz you just took my breath away!”

- Lyney is more a fan of using pickup lines before the relationship but he still will slip out a pickup line here and there

- Mainly when you both are alone though, or even on a date

Pickup lines he’d use while dating you…

- “Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?”

- “Hey, you’re pretty and I’m cute. Together we’d be pretty cute.”

Pickup lines he’d use before the relationship…

- “Are you a magician? Cuz when I look at you, everyone else disappears.”

- “I am not a photographer, but I can easily picture us together.”