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CLOUDY NIGHTS PART ONE

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The sun is setting as two people sat in their living room looking over a book filled with names. The woman leaned over to look at it in the man's hands though it was difficult as she was currently 5 months pregnant. 

"Oh! What about Ah Lam! It means daisy." The woman said pointing at the name on the page. 

" Hm, but wouldn't it be better if our daughter had a more unique name?" The man asked his pure white eyes glancing towards her. 

 She took the book from his hands, her face scrunching in concentration as she read down the list of names. The man stared at her face in adoration—he truly loved the faces she made, he found them rather adorable.  

"How about Luli?"  

"I don't think it would fit." 

"Lula? 

"Mn... no" 

"Nayao?" 

"Hm, maybe." 

"What about Yún? It means cloud, she can be our little cloud baby!" She raised her head from the book with a smile on her face. 

The man smiled at her and reached for her stomach and rested his hand on it. 

"It's perfect." 

~~ 

The grass crunched under her feet as she ran and stopped to hide behind a tree, she pressed her hand to her mouth to stop her heavy breathing from getting her found. 

She pressed herself further into the trunk trying to make herself as unnoticeable as possible as the crunching of grass continued. 

She peaked her head out from the tree when the sound stopped to try and see where the person was. 

She was so busy with this that she didn't notice the silhouette behind her. 

 The figure crept closer, only revealing its position, when it stepped on a branch and broke it causing a loud crack to sound throughout the forest. 

She whipped around as the figure lunged to grab her. 

She struggled as hard as she could, but it did nothing. The figure was too strong. 

She shrieked in an effort to get help, but it was futile as they were too far into the woods for anyone to hear her. 

She continued to yell for help as the figure positioned its hands on her sides, a smirk on its face. 

Suddenly she bellowed with laughter as the figure moved its fingers around her sides tickling her. 

She tried to grab at the hands and pull them off as the laughter was starting to hurt. 

"P-Papa-" she interrupted herself with a giggle "Stop-" she laughed again. 

The man didn't let up tickling her mercilessly until her throat was getting hoarse. 

When he finally stopped, she tried to catch her breath. 

When she finally caught her breath, she huffed out a breath and pouted, "Papaaa," she wined "you're such a meanie." She said punctuating it with a glare with no actual anger in it. 

The man chuckled and smiled looking at her with adoration, "I'm sorry my little cloud but I just love hearing you laugh." 

"Wha-," she stuttered, "Well you could've just told me a joke! I would've laughed then! Even if your jokes are really bad..." she muttered.  

The man chuckled and moved to stand up and brushed of any dirt or grass from his pants. 

When he finished, he put his hand out towards her for her to grab, "We should head home before your mother comes looking for us." 

She reached for it and stood with the help of her father though she stumbled slightly. 

Once she was finally balanced, she ran towards the direction they had entered the forest with her father hand and hand. 

When he noticed she was getting tired he took his hand from her vice grip and sped up and charged like a bull grabbing her at the last second and set her down on his shoulders. 

She giggled excitedly as he ran with his hands on her legs to keep her steady. 

As they neared the small cabin, he set her down on the ground and grabbed her hand leading her inside. 

He held the door open for her as she ran toward the woman chopping vegetables in the kitchen. 

“Mama, tell Papa to stop being a meanie!” she yelled as she hugged her mother. 

The woman just chuckled as the man came up from behind and laid his head on her shoulder. 

The woman turned her head to see him and rested a hand on his cheek. 

She put a chaste kiss on his cheek and turned back to her vegetables and hummed a small sound of acknowledgement. 

The girl who had watched this interaction was utterly disgusted at this display of affection and made it known by covering her mouth and pretending to puke. 

Her mother chuckled at this and moved to crouch in front of the child, “it’s not that bad dear,” she said softly and poked her daughter’s nose, “you’ll fall in love too someday.” 

The woman brought her daughter’s face close and put a soft kiss on her forehead. 

The girl's face quickly pulled into one of disgust as she thought of herself acting all lovey Dovey with someone when she got older. 

“Naw I’m gonna be an adventurer when I get older!” She said confidently as she put her hands on her hips. “Then I’m never gonna have to do all the gross stuff you and Papa do!” 

The woman chuckled as she stood patting nonexistent dirt from her apron, “I never said you had to.” 

The girl looked at her questioningly, “what do you mean?” 

“You don’t have to act like me and your father to be in love Dear,” she spoke softly, “love comes in all shapes and forms darling.” 

The girl looked to be considering the possibility of something existing that she didn’t know about. 

“I don’t get it.” 

The woman giggled lightly, “You don’t have to get it right now. You have plenty of time to figure it out.” 

A cough came from behind her, and she turned around to see her husband motioning towards the overflowing pot of broth that had started leaking. 

She yelped and rushed towards it to put out the fire stove and clean off the outside of the pot. 

Once she was done, she took the lid off and checked inside only to find that all that was left of the broth was a significantly less amount than there had been before. 

She put her head in her hands and groaned before turning to her husband and shouting "this is why I don't cook!" 

Her husband just laughed as their daughter tried to grab some of the chopped vegetables. 

~~ 

The grass crunched under her feet as she ran with her child in her arms. 

Choked sobs rang throughout the forest disturbing the forest animals and leading the heavenly guards to them. 

She didn't care. She had a child to protect. 

She tried to stop her cries, but they had only shifted into hiccups and sniffles. 

She ran faster and her wings spread out behind her narrowly avoiding branches of the trees that were nothing more than a blur to her in her focus to survive. 

In an instant, she took to the sky though she lay low near the trees, so she wasn't as easy to spot. 

She shifted her child closer to her chest—she had started crying when the chase first started but at some point, she had passed out. 

She couldn't fathom why they were chasing her, last she checked she checked she had done all the duties she needed to. 

Could it have been that she was married to a cheif? No, that couldn't be it, they had been fine when they first got married. Why would they hunt her down now? 

She felt the body in her arms squirm; she looked down spotting her daughter peak her head out of her chest.  

She shifted her little one to where she could see all the trees they were flying over. 

Suddenly she saw something in her peripheral. 

She turned to see what it was and her eyes widened. 

She curled around her child as the arrows pierced through her wing's causing a majority of it to rip off. 

As she plummeted to the ground she saw one of them throw their sword at just the right angle that it was going to pierce right through her and her child. 

As she fell faster and the sword got closer she pushed her child from her arm at just the right time to prevent her from being impaled though it still ended up hitting her arm. 

As she fell a sword in her chest she smiled softly, a single tear rolled down her cheek and a hoarse "I love you." slipped out. 

~~ 

As he walked towards the temple with his daughters body in his arms he only regretted one thing. that his family had to get dragged into this  

It would have been fine if they had just left them alone. 

But they didn't, And now he's dealing with the consequences. 

He stopped in front of the entrance and cradled her lifeless body to his chest as he fell to his knees. 

He sobbed into her hair and grieved for the life she was supposed to live.  

He sobbed and shuddered and sniffled for a while as he sat there.  

Grieving. 

It's such a weird process isn't it? 

Letting go. 

He doesn't think he can allow himself to do that. Not after everything was his fault to begin with. 

Only once he had stopped crying left only with his puffy eyes and a cold body in his arms did he walk through the door. The feeling of the magic protecting this place overcoming him and his senses for only a second. 

He walked forward even as the woman who could freeze even a god in his place with her glare stared him down. 

He kneeled softly laying his daughters lifeless body on the ground, "My Lady." 

The woman continued to stare him down though he knew he had to wait for her permission to continue speaking. 

That permission came only a second later as her stare let up and she waved for him to continue. 

"Please, if you would," he swallowed the saliva that was quickly settling into his throat, "save my daughter. I will do anything.” 

The woman hummed noncommittally seeming to think his request over. 

“Anything?” She inquired. 

“Anything.” 

She made a noise of satisfaction, “I’m not nearly powerful enough at the moment to bring her back,” she looked to the side in contemplation, “but, I could keep her body from decomposing if you’d like? Of course once I’m strong enough I’ll bring her back, good as new.” 

The man gained a slight bit of hope in his eyes and nodded, “thank you my Lady,” he bowed his head and brought a hand to his chest. 

The woman smirked. 

~~ 

A thousand years later and here he was again. Staring at the body of a girl far too young for what had happened to her. 

She was finally going to come back to him. 

He moved closer and disturbed the fog that had gathered around her tomb. 

Of course it wasn’t actually fog but he didn’t know what else to call it.—logically he knows he shouldn’t disrespect his Lady’s magic like this but he had better things to worry about at the moment. 

For a moment he just stood there and observed her like he had been since she died though, now he was doing it for a completely different reason.  

He reached a hand out and laid it on top of the ice where her hand was. 

He sighed and backed away from her, ready to start the the process that was thousands of years in the making. 

He closed his eyes and focused on the fog floating mindlessly around the room—the only thing keeping his daughter in the state she was in—and tried to bring it to his hand. 

Suddenly all of it came at him at once and he felt like he had been forced out of his body. 

Suddenly his body moved fluidly towards the ice, a ball of magic surrounding its fist. 

He watched passively from the eyes of the body that was no longer his—he knew what was happening though that didn't stop the panic that had stabbed through his heart. 

The body stopped abruptly though the free hand hung loose like his body was nothing more than a meat puppet that had its string cut. 

It slowly moved its hand to rest on a section of ice right above her chest before forcefully pushing its hand through the ice and into her chest. 

He saw the magic in its hand slowly absorb into his daughter's chest and seep into the ice cracking it. 

Once the magic had fully dissipated and the ice had broken, he finally got back control of his body. 

Once he felt fully back in his body, he rushed towards his daughter and held her to his chest. 

He buried his face into her hair and pressed his hand into the small of her back trying to have as much physical contact as possible to remind him that she was actually here with him—though very cold—and this wasn't a hallucination like the ones when he had had a particularly bad night. 

He almost sobbed in relief when she shifted slightly, and her arms wrapped around his torso. 

She was really back.

CLOUDY NIGHT: PART TWO

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As it turns out being trapped in ice for thousands of years makes you pretty exhausted as evident with how Yún had muttered a quiet "Papa.' before immediately passing out into his arms.

After a quick check of her pulse to make sure she was still alive, and the spell hadn't failed, he picked her up bridle style and with the snap of his fingers they were now in his living room.

He laid her down on his couch—though it was a little dusty on account of him not using it very often—so he could get a spare blanket.

He opened the closet door and grabbed a blanket—which most likely smelled of dust bunnies and that musky scent that comes with things stuffed into a closet for over a year. --and grabbed it.

When he got back to the living room, he spotted her squirming body rolling on the couch with her face scrunched up in terror.

He quickly discarded the blanket as she teetered over the edge and started to fall off the couch before he rushed to catch her.

The fall seemed to have woken her from her exhaustion if only to torture her with not knowing what was real and what was a dream.

It had gotten too much for the man. It pained him to have to see his daughter like this.

He sat her on the carpeted floor holding onto her shoulders so she wouldn't fall over in her panic and said, "Yun, I need you to breath."

His words just barely pierced through her haze as her eyes shot to him though that also served to make it worse as a river seemed to only cause her to get worse.

He panicked—turns out not having meaningful human contact for a few thousand years makes you pretty inept at comforting people—and quickly pulled her into a hug.

"Hush, little baby..." he lowly sang tears starting to gather in his eyes, "don't say a word."

He swallowed thickly as she continued to cry—less than before.

"Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird." He sang with a slight crack in his voice.

He had started to remember things he'd rather keep pushed down but it seemed that wasn't going to happen.

"And if that mockingbird don't sing, papa's gonna buy you a wedding ring." He was starting to choke up now. Memories of coming home to a quiet house and checking on his daughter only to see his wife sat next to her—asleep, —the book of lullabies laid haphazardly on the bedside table.

Now was not the time to reminisce, he had a panicked daughter to calm down.

"And if that diamond ring turns brass," his voice was turning wobbly, but he ignored it in favor of his daughter, "Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass."

He choked on his breath thousands of years of tears now pouring out of his eyes.

He glanced down at his daughter, sure that if both were crying, the situation would worsen.

He was pleasantly surprised to see that she had fallen asleep on his chest—though a few tears were still leaking out of her eyes.

He sighed as he cradled her body in his arms with an exasperated expression on his face.

It was now obvious that he could not leave her alone while she slept, especially if there was a chance of this happening again.

He stood and walked to his bed—even if he never used it, it was still extremely useful—and laid her on top.

He pulled the blankets over her—maneuvering her body softly enough not to wake her—and tucked her in.

He sat up, cracked his back, and sighed.

He moved to the kitchen—keeping the bedroom door open to keep an eye on her—and searched through the cabinet for something for her to eat when she woke up.

When he found nothing of interest in the cabinet, he checked the fridge only to find a half carton of milk and a bag of grapes.

It's times like this that he wishes he wasn't given immortality.

He moved away and closed the fridge door.

He moved backwards towards the couch and limply fell onto the couch.

He sighed and glanced towards his bedroom. He would have to get food after she woke up.

He glanced at the clock on the wall and hummed. She would probably be asleep for a while, and it was early enough that the store probably wasn't closing yet.

He glanced at his bedroom again before pulling himself up and grabbed his overcoat.

So, what if he was just going to the store? He can wear a suit if he wants to!

~~

Yún had woken up in a strange room on an even stranger bed—at least she thinks it's a bed, it's very different than the one she was used to—panicked and confused.

It seemed like it had only been a few days but the scar on her arm told otherwise—where did she even get a scar from? She wasn't injured before she went to sleep, was she?

She tried to think about what happened before she fell asleep but suddenly, she was bombarded with the thought of "NO. DANGER. STOP."

So, she did the only logical thing to do and immediately freaked the fuck out.

"Why are there voices in my head?" "Am I going crazy?" and "Fuck." We're some of the thoughts going through her head at the moment.

She calmed herself down and tried to think logically—as logical as an eight-year-old can at least.

She thought through what had just happened and tried to think about it again only to be bombarded with the same thoughts, but there was the underlying sense of something other about. them.

She focused on the feeling and tried to go further only for a spark of electricity to go through her body.

She jumped and her hair stood up straight.

She sat still for a while thinking over what she felt.

'It felt like the stuff mama did.' She thought.

She reminisced on when she had accidentally killed a chicken and couldn't stop crying. It went on for days until her mother asked if she wanted to forget about what had happened.

At the time she had said yes, and her mother put a hand on her forehead, but she had passed out before she knew what had happened.

When she woke up, she felt better but it was like she was missing something. Whenever she tried to think about the chicken it was like her mind had blocked it off from her.

After a while she had forgotten about it but one day it all had come rushing back to her and she sobbed into her mother's arms like she had done all her life.

She shook her to get rid of the memory, 'now was not the time to reminisce.'

She reached up to pat her hair back down, but something felt off about it.

She combed her fingers through her hair and found that it was shorter than it was before.

She panicked and pulled a piece in front of her face only to find that it was even shorter than she had expected.

She gaped at the sight, tears gathering in her eyes.

She removed the blanket from her legs and ran out of the room trying to find something to see her hair up close.

She ended up in a room filled with strange contraptions, but she was only focused on the reflective material above the counter with a strange hole in the middle.

She stood on her tippy toes in order to clearly see all her hair as she was rather short for her age.

She yelped at the sight of her hair; it seemed like it had been chopped clean off.

She moved away from the sink and sank to the ground, her head hidden behind her legs.

She started to sob snot dripping from her nose.

Her hair was so important to her and her culture. Who would do this to her?

Why did this happen?

She jolted as she heard a door squeak open, and footsteps echoed throughout the house.

She heard the rustle and a loud *thunk* come from the room with the large metal block.

The person in the other room cursed and hurriedly closed the door he—at least she assumed it was a he—then picked up the thing that had rustled and seemed to search through it.

She pushed a hand to her mouth to silence what was left of her crying session.

She barely heard him sigh and put stuff down on what must have been a table.

The footsteps started again, and they got closer and closer to her until they abruptly turned.

She let her hand leave her face as she sighed in relief, she was glad she had closed the door when she entered though she felt like she was forgetting—well more than she already was.

She slapped her hand back onto her face as the footsteps rushed back towards her though they moved away just as quickly.

She started to panic. He was definitely looking for her.

As she heard feet hurriedly hitting steps, she raised herself from the ground and peeked out the door.

She first spotted the items on the table and she

There was some type of bottle with a bright red liquid inside next to something equally as red with an... orange square on it?

She walked closer to it puzzled and took the bottle in her hands as it was too large to hold with just one.

She struggled to open it for a few seconds but eventually ended up opening it.

She sniffed it trying to discern what exactly it was but she couldn't smell anything, so she took an experimental sip.

The taste was so strong that she spit it out. It had tasted of nothing but un-natural garbage.

She took another bigger sip just to see if it would taste as bad the first time. —it didn't but that didn't mean it tasted any better.

She hummed and noticed that her throat wasn't as scratchy as it was before—it was especially scratchy when she first woke up but she had pushed it into the back of her mind as she had more concerning things to worry about.

She decided it wasn't worth it and put the drink back down and reached for the red package.

Though she struggled to open it for a few seconds she eventually got it open.

She reached a hand inside the bag and pulled out a few squares and hesitantly placed them in her mouth.

She bit into them and heard a loud crunch. She panicked, distressed that the loudness of the bite alerted the man of her presence.

Once she saw that the man wasn't coming back upstairs to search for her, she continued to chew though she was more cautious this time.

She savored the flavor of them, the saltiness of them was something she wasn't expecting to enjoy very much but she was pleasantly surprised.

She continued to snack on them until the bag was gone though she was still cautious and was ready to bolt at a moments notice.

Which she immediately did as soon as she heard the familiar sound of footsteps coming upstairs.

She raced towards the room she woke up in—he wouldn't search a room twice, right? —and hid under the bed her hand over her mouth like before.

She panicked even more as the footsteps got closer to the room until they were just in the doorway.

She squeezed her eyes shut and clamped her hand down harder as the footsteps neared.

'This was it. She was going to die here.'

The footsteps stopped as the bed creaked under the man's weight.

She heard him sigh as he took his shoes off and peaked her eyes open just as he tossed the shoes to the other end of the room.

She heard the sound of clothes rustling and suddenly the bed pressed down on her and creaked loudly.

She sat there for a while contemplating crawling out from under the bed and bolting out of the house—on closer inspection she probably should have spent her time more wisely.

Ultimately, she decided to wait it out until she was fully sure he was asleep.

She waited there for what felt like hours but in reality, it had only been about ten minutes.

She finally decided she was going to risk it and climb out but when only her bottom half was sticking out her foot accidentally hit the bottom of the bed.

She panicked and tried to crawl back under as the man hurriedly got up from his bed, but she knew it was futile and surrendered herself to her fate.

When the man finally got to her, she gasped and started to tear up while she choked on her breath.

"Papa?"

~~

A/n

If anyone's wondering why Yún seems so freaked out about modern things just think about it. She's from the Tang Dynasty China her world and the modern world are very different.

LGBTQ+ Headcanons (LMK)

Please remember that these are only headcanons, if you disagree with me then that's all chill.

MK: Trans, also bisexual. I'll admit, I don't normally headcanon characters as trans unless the narrative is trans coded, but there's a rather particular line that caused this headcanon. When the spider queen's minions would call him 'Monkey boy' he'd shot back that he's a "monkey man" which seemed odd to me as he doesn't seem to be the type to be insecure about his masculinity and with him declaring himself as the "monkey kid" he certainly isn't insecure about being seen as a kid. The only thing that made sense for why he'd do that was that he just likes to randomly declare himself as a man, which just seems like a very trans thing to do.

Pigsy: Bi, no known preference.

Tang: Gay.

Sandy: AroAce spec. He can feel both romantic and sexual attraction, but he needs to get to know them properly first.

Mei: Bi, with a preference towards men.

Monkey King: Pan.

Macaque: Pan.

Red Son: Bi, with a preference towards men.

DBK: Straight.

Princess Iron Fan: Straight.

Spider Queen: Bi, no known preference.

Syntax: Gay asexual.

Huntsman: He's honestly just into someone being able to kill him if needed, lol.

Ne Zha: AroAce.

Lady Bone Demon: AroAce.

The "mayor": I don't know what the fuck he his but he ain't straight.

Azure: Pan.

Peng: No clue, but he ain't straight.

Yellow tusk: Gay.