Kiss would continue, but Mo’s Mom asked behind closed door why they didn’t finish soup, was it that bad?
Kiss interrupted, but soup finished few minutes later. He Tian got a call from He Cheng. After that informed Mo’s family that he will go soon and his brother will pick him up. Both disappointed but secretly happy went out together, “I’ll walk He Tian to the car, mom, I will be right back”.
Kisses started again under the bulding, in dull light of street lamp. He Tian was holding Mo so strongly that their bodies bend over, and Mo had to calm him down.
Car appeared, He Tian reluctantly released Mo and went towards it. They looked at each other again. He Tian holding already open car door, Mo with hand of doorknob: one with soft smile, second with red ears and eyes begging for more. But finally He Tian got inside and drove away.
Next time they’ll see each other 5 years later, on Christmas Eve.
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finally have the brain words to make funky astronomer fic :3
(i have another tumblr tab open rn to write so im just gonna talk at you on this tab and hope it doesnt mess up my wip heheh)
I have this one BuzzFeed Unsolved Demon!Shane au (no fic yet D':) where Ryan is an amateur filmmaker and ghost-hunter in his 1st or 2nd year in college. He goes out into the woods to hunt for a fabled cryptid and capture evidence of it. He gets more than evidence. He captures the monstrous figure of an amorphous demon flying in front of the moon. It's far away, so surely it can't see him hiding in a tree, but it quickly snaps it's head in his direction and stares directly into the camera with luminous red eyes. In seconds, the camera is swept to the ground as Ryan falls from the tree. He survives the fall, but the demon snatches his camera and destroys it. This demon is the malevolent soul of Shane Madej, a local man murdered in the woods, possessing a rotten tree. It's made out of grey, dried-up wood and vines morphed into the vague shape of a 12 ft tall man. Ryan continues to film from his cellphone as he's dragged into a cave. Days later, Ryan Bergara is reported as missing. The police recover his torn varsity jacket and the memory card of his camera, but his body was found stuffed into the trunk of an oddly-shaped, charred tree. His case was ruled a homicide, he appeared to have been mauled by a dog, but his death officially was caused by a mix of starvation and untreated wounds.
He is lying there with his wings sprawled, one of them is bent in an odd angle probably broken. You did it, you got your title back from him it wasn't as hard as you thought it would be, maybe it's because this time you weren't previously sealed in that dreaded crystal, maybe it's because this time you had been training nonstop not even to get your title back, it just kept your mind busy and away from having another breakdown.
You run a hand through your messy hair, he broke one of your horns... Great, now you have to wait for it to grow back.
Happiness is what you should be feeling, you should feel proud, this bastard had made your life hell only giving you the sweet taste of freedom to fight you, and once he was done kicking your ass? He left, leaving you on the verge of death and for Nova to drag you back to that crystal hell every time. But you don't feel happy and you don't feel like you finally made him feel what you felt either.
You feel sick, what is wrong with you?, why did you let your anger and resentment get the best of you?
This is not what the greatest warrior in the galaxy would do is what echoes in your head, no, this isn't why Twinkle Popopo searched you tirelessly for... It was because you were someone that would help the weak and destroy the evil while never asking anything in return, the hero you would have loved to have saved your planet from being consumed by dark matter as a child. You really had fallen from grace hadn't you?, being sealed away wasn't your fault but what you do now is your full responsability, you can choose to do better and move on or you can choose to sink deeper.
A very soft wheezing noise breaks you out of your train of thought, Meta Knight is still alive, he is breathing softly, consciousness flickering in and out.
"Let him die here, he never had any qualms about it when it was you the one lying in a pool of your own blood" a dark thought snakes its way into your mind.
You shake your head angrily, no!, Kirby would never forgive you, the child has done nothing but be kind and understanding, the knight was almost like a father to them, you could never do something like that.
Besides.... It seems this version of Meta knight has never encountered you before.. He doesn't have any of the scars you made sure to leave on the other one, this one even followed the chivalry code and while fighting even admitted he had always wanted to challenge you but he had never seen you before, this system's clockwork star had been destroyed by Kirby so wishing to fight you wasn’t possible.
Wonderful!, that means this is probably not even you own fucking timeline!.
You groan in frustration and go where Meta knight is lying, healing magic is not your forte, physical pain it's very much a foreign thing to you plus your body healed at a fast pace every time you were close to kick the bucket rendering learning it unnecessary, you only learned after Hyness adopted Zan Partizanne because like any kid she would get hurt from all that jumping and running around.
You only hope this works
Bringing a hand into Meta Knight's chest you concentrate as much as you can, waves of magic slowly enveloping his body, you map the injuries in your mind, and start to mend him even if only to keep him from dying and leave his body do the rest of the work, after a few minutes he seems to have regained consciousness because he starts to panic trying to squirm of your grasp.
You firmly grab one of his wrists with your other hand "Stop, I'm trying to fix you so you don't die" you try to sound firm but probably sound more angry than anything as he is glaring back at you but won't move anymore.
Good, you continue to try to heal this fool and after a few more minutes you are done, he isn't fully healed but at least his lung is no longer collapsed and he stopped bleeding, you pick him up in your arms, squirming begins again as he is yelling at you, most of it you can't really understand since you barely can speak Popstar's modern language but you can make up something about reputation and "I can walk", this idiot, you know both of his legs have one or two broken bones, walking will just make it worse.
“ENOUGH!" you glare at him in anger "I don't want to do this either, if you walk in your current state you will fuck up the healing process" he glares back at you fuming but shuts up, he probably realized his injuries are nothing to bat an eye for... Or maybe realized angering the emotionally unstable astral was not a good idea in his current state, you don't care.
You use your faithful lance to open a dimensional rift to Popstar, crossing the threshold you are already dreading Kirby's reaction to Meta Knight’s injuries.
i love how it turned out all fun then real quick it turned angsty 🥺🥺 imagine you would have the hardest choice to pick like vince is like that one part in your life that was missing but mat has been in your life ever since and ahhhh
BRUH Oh god i kinda really wanna write something like this. Childhood friend mat who's always been there for you vs the new love of your life vince who is taking over mat's old role. And at first its all fun but you realize you have to choose and both of them are hurting a bit because they want your full attention and you can't split your attention equally between them because they both mean so much to you. IMAGINE the first time you wear vince's jersey to a game and mat's like "but... we're best fwiends..." and his bestie is slowly drawing away from him oh god oh god what have i created