Isekai'd Into The World Of The Living

Isekai'd into the World of the Living

Word Count: 1950

POV: Third Person

Commission for: myself

Note: a prompt i made up after talking to a few friends on twitter. This is oc x cc work! If you do’t like it go away!

Prompt: Jing Yuan gets isekai’d into my world. That’s it

When the General went to bed that night he fell asleep quite soundly. Oftentimes when he comes home from the Divine Seat of Foresight he passes out on his bed, shedding any piece of armor he can until he’s left in just his sweatpants and shirt. His body was tired from the day's events, whether it be sitting in a chair all day or fighting some mara-struck beings, he was always tired by the time he came back home. The way he would have to drag himself out of his chair and walk home, his eyes droopy and slumped shoulders. Most in the office would get out of his way, knowing that if they tried to talk to him it would be useless and incomprehensible.

So when he laid down to rest, he was knocked out for the night. The way he would hug his pillow tight pretending it was another person for warmth and comfort. He was used to lonely nights, covered up in the sheets with no one to lay beside. Oh, how he longed to feel the warmth of another person. Bringing them closer to himself in his sleep, smelling the sweet smell of their scent in the morning, waking up to their figure still being there. Jing Yuan was a sappy person, he would admit that to no one though.

He opened his eyes, rolling out of bed and sighing to himself. The sun peeked through the room window illuminating everything in its path. Jing Yuan rubbed his eyes and rubbed his face, ready for another day of sitting in the Divine Seat of Foresight doing Aeon knows what. He yawned (quite loudly, the author may add) and stood up and stretched. He groaned and felt his hands hit the ceiling. Normally, he would be used to this. He’s a tall guy after all, but his apartment was suited and tailor made for him. His hands should not be hitting the ceiling.

He finally opened his eyes, seeing that this room was not his own. It instead looked like someone’s personal bedroom; the purple walls with various posters on them, the bookcase right beside the bed that seemed to be full of books he didn’t recognize, and a desk that had a dual-computer setup. He stood there for a moment, thinking for a second, remembering that he passed out in his own bed when he got home. Right? He didn’t accidentally wander into someone else’s home and fall asleep in their bed?

Regarding the bed, it was way too small for him. He doesn’t know how he slept on it, but he had a pretty damn good sleep on it. It looked like his legs would hang off the edge of the bed if he stretched out on it, and that his head would hit the headrest of the bed. Whoever did sleep on it must’ve been short. As he was thinking of all the possibilities the door opened (the door slanted downwards, making a rough sound as it opened) revealing a person standing there.

Jing Yuan, unsure of what to do, held his hands up. The person, on the other hand, clapped a hand over their mouth and looked at him with wide eyes. They stood there, unmoving for a second, before the person shut the door behind them quickly. They looked like they started panicking with the way their eyes widened and their eyebrows scrunched together and up.

“What…how…” they breathed out, “what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Excuse me?”

They started to shush him while flailing their arms around. “You!” they whispered. “You’re not supposed to exist here!”

“Again, excuse me?” he said, quieter this time.

The person sighed, before pulling out their phone. “I don’t know what this will do to the space-time continuum but look.”

Jing Yuan took the phone from their hands, seeing a game called ‘Honkai Star Rail’ appear on the screen. When he tapped to play it, the other person on the screen surprised him. It was of himself, dressed as he usually was. He could control him, do anything with him, and he stood there in awe at the little phone screen showing this to him. He must’ve been too caught up in watching himself because the person reached for their phone.

“You’re a video game character in our world,” they finally whispered, “you’re really not supposed to exist here. Wait…is this what they call a reverse isekai?”

Oh, right, that term. Jing Yuan knew what the term meant due to many of the kids on the Luofu watching certain shows and reading books. Isekai was a term that meant the main character was somehow teleported into a fictional universe, so if that’s what isekai meant then reverse isekai means…

“Oh,” he said finally. “So, now what?”

“First, you need clothes.” the person said, crossing their arms. “Unfortunately for you, there’s nothing that can fit you here.”

“Surely, there must be some sizes.”

“No, seriously, everyone in this house is under 5’9.”

That…was definitely a problem.

“I got a plan.” the person said, opening the door and closing it.

Jing Yuan sat on the bed, checking his own phone. He checked if he could send messages by texting Qingzu first. It didn’t take long for him to receive a reply back, “Sir, it is 1 am.” Welp, that answered his question. It was still the same time he went to sleep on the Luofu, meanwhile the day went by here. He wondered if he could ever get back home. How does one get isekai’d in the first place? Most shows and books that Jing Yuan read were by mysterious means. Could an Aeon be playing tricks on him?

The door opened again, revealing the same person, and they shut the door behind them. “Okay, so thank God my grandparents aren’t home, my brother is out taking that test, my niece is at school, and my mom is asleep. Come on. I’ll drive you to a mall or something.”

“I don’t think…” Jing Yuan started, before sighing. “You get what you get.”

“Hey,” the person said as they led him out of their room ducking under the door (what was this house made for small people or something?), “You’re not the one who has to drive an hour and a half to said mall.”

“I still don’t know your name.” he said, “I’d like to know it.”

“Kamski, but most call me Kam.” they said, opening the door to the outside.

It had been a long time since Jing Yuan had seen grass. He means real genuine grass. The grass on the Luofu was nice, but it was mere synthetic grass to make the ship look pretty. At the end of the day the Luofu was home, but it wasn’t a planet. He could smell the fresh cut greenery and the smell of the earthy tones—something that was rare on the Luofu with its purified air. He stepped down off the front porch and into the grass feeling it between his toes. The way it tickled him, the way it felt like a warm heartbeat of a living planet.

“Jing Yuan,” Kam called out to him, “what, never seen grass before?”

“Not entirely.” he said, making his way to the car and opening the passenger side. “The Luofu doesn’t have real grass like that.”

“Oh,” Kam said quietly, “that’s kinda sad.”

“You seem to live with a lot of family,” he noted.

“Not by choice. My mom had to move back in after my dad and her divorced,” Kam said, while starting the car, “and my brother and I don’t have the funds to move out. Plus, I’m disabled so I can’t live by myself.”

“No, I wasn’t saying it as a bad thing,” Jing Yuan said, as Kam pulled out of the driveway and onto the road, “it’s…oddly comforting. To see such a thing.”

“Again, that’s sad.” Kam said, “but if you see it that way then I can’t change your mind.”

It was a long and boring ride to the mall. Kam apparently lived in the middle of nowhere with nothing for miles and miles. At least in the Luofu there was stuff within walking distance, and if it was too far you’d take a Starskiff. Here, though, you drove to places. Kam explained to him that in this world ‘Paths’ didn’t exist, and that everyone here was normal. Long life species didn’t exist, and that space travel was miles behind compared to what the Luofu and his universe was.

The mall that Kam brought Jing Yuan to was in the middle of a metropolitan area. People buzzed by as they entered and exited the mall, some with bags full of stuff and others without. They looked for a parking spot and got out of the car, with Jing Yuan following suit. “So, you have to make this trek just to get clothes?”

“Nope,” Kam said, getting their wallet and walking towards the entrance of the mall, “just for you.”

There was a sudden jump in his heart that made the General’s ears turn red, but outwardly he looked fine. He had never had anyone care for him like this, especially someone that he just met. There was something endearing about the way that Kam was able to drop everything just like that and come to his aid. He had never felt this type of appreciation before. He closed the car door, cleared his throat, and followed Kam into the mall. Then there was a sudden realization that Jing Yuan remembered.

“Are you sure I’m allowed to be dressed like this?”

“A shirt and sweatpants? I’ve seen worse, and worn worse, on college campuses.”

“If that’s what you say.”

They went into the first store, which was just a simple brand of clothing store. All of the clothes were foreign to him, nothing like the clothes on the Luofu. They were so plain and ordinary to him that he didn’t know what he liked, but also so intriguing that this is what people wore in this world. Thankfully the store did have some shirts and pants that were in his size. Then they went onto the shoes searching for sneakers in his size. Quite frankly, Jing Yuan didn’t know what his size was. Since all of his clothes had been tailor made for him he had never had to actually know what his size was.

“You got big feet.” Kam said, before realizing what they said and a crimson blush showing across their face. “Forget that.”

After they got out of that store, Kam made Jing Yuan change into said clothes so they could walk around the mall without him worrying about prying eyes every single second. Reluctantly, he agreed, before changing out of his clothes and into the new ones, walking with Kam around the store to various other shops.

“Would you come with me?”

“What?” Kam asked. “Go with you where?”

“The Luofu,” he said, “home. Wherever that may be.”

“What makes you ask that?”

“You look…lonely.” he said, “I’m sorry if that offends you.”

“No,” Kam shook their head, “no, it doesn’t offend me when you’re right.”

There was a hint of sadness behind Kam’s eyes as Jing Yuan studied them closely. The way their eyebrows drew together and looked away from him. Like they were embarrassed that he was able to read them so easily, that he was able to see into who they really were. They had been trying so hard to keep up a front that they didn’t notice the mask had slipped. They took one final deep breath and looked up at Jing Yuan.

“I would love to.”

Forced Relaxation

Word Count: 1458

POV: Third Person

Commission for: myself

Note: This is oc x cc keep that in mind! I am Kamski in this story, so this is not DBH Kamski! This is also unedited. this is oc x blade btw!

Coming home was a once in a while opportunity. Blade didn’t know what Elio had in store for him, but for right now he was told to rest. It had him on edge, if he was being honest, being told to “take a break” from being a Stellaron Hunter. Told to just relax and take it easy, by Kafka. He remembered that she put an arm around his shoulder and said, “Go. Take a vacation! It’s not often us Stellaron Hunters get this chance, Bladie.”

Where would he go? What would he do? He’s not the vacation type of person, and it’s not like he can go anywhere long. He hates going anywhere and most of all hates people. How was he supposed to enjoy a nice vacation when those two things are what makes up a vacation? Blade shakes his head, ignoring the absurdity of it all and got his key out to open the door to his apartment.

His apartment was dark, but plain. Something he chose so that the morning sun wouldn’t wake him up. Not like he slept much anyways, but when he did he hated the sunlight. He knew that when the sun woke him up it was going to be a bad day. So he chose an apartment where the sun barely rose, and always kept the curtains closed. He also didn’t bother to decorate the place because why would he? It’s just an apartment, a place that he can come home to, and then leave for weeks at a time when duty calls. There was no need in maintaining so many things in a home when he didn’t even have the time for it.

When he stepped inside he heard shuffling coming from one of the other rooms. Oh, he nearly forgot they were still here. Kamski had been staying with Blade for the time being on the Luofu since his mara was acting up. Something about them staying in close proximity caused it to go down, and Blade didn’t question it. He knew better than to question things like that, because it was a damn miracle they could do that in the first place.

Wait…they’re still here?

The last time Blade left Kamski was about a week ago, who was sitting in the office space of the apartment doing work for the Astral Express. Quite frankly, he didn’t care much for the Astral Express, but his lover works with them, so in a way he had to care some about the train. Not only that but they were busy for the Luofu with their databases and helping them get online after the whole thing was broken into. So not only were they already overloaded, but they probably hadn’t taken any time away from that computer either.

Blade sighed, opening the door to the room seeing exactly what he thought he would see. A half-asleep Kamski, with their eyes dazedly looking at the computer and their shoulders slumped over. He knew he should have told Jing Yuan to keep an eye on them, because he knew they would work and work and work until they passed out. They didn’t even bother looking up from their computer, and instead sat there silently typing away.

He walked over behind them, placing his hands on their shoulders. “Kam.”

“Blade?” they finally looked up at him with those same glazed over eyes. “I didn’t notice you.”

“I know you didn’t.” he bluntly said. “When was the last time you slept?”

“I…uh…” they quickly checked the time on the computer. “20-something hours.”

He stayed silent, breathing in through his nose, and sighing while pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’ve been working like this all week, haven’t you?”

“Yeah…” they answered, looking downward and hiding their face from embarrassment. “I just need to finish up this one thing and then I’ll go to sleep. I swear.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I swear I will Blade!” they exclaimed. “Just let me finish up this one last thing okay?”

“Hmph.” he answered, finding a seat in the room and crossing his arms. “Then you won’t mind if I stay?”

“What?” Kamski said, a bit exasperated. They looked at the computer and then back to Blade. “Fine.”

So he sat there, in one of the black leather seats in the plain white room, watching Kamski work diligently away at their work. He had to give it to them, that when they put their mind to something there was no stopping them. Sometimes they would get tunnel vision and only see what was right in front of them, but it was always Blade that brought them out to see the bigger picture. It was interesting to him that he was able to fall in love with such a person, but here he was making sure they got the sleep they deserved (and desperately needed.)

At first when he sat there he watched them, typing away on the computer, trying to hold their head up. He just crossed his arms, waiting to see how long they could last until they either passed out or got done. Their stubbornness is what kept them going, which is what Blade liked. He never liked compliant people who did as they were told, but liked those who pushed against the status quo and achieved what they thought was right.

He sat there tapping his foot and his arms still crossed, wondering if they would get done. He knew that if he left them they would eventually come out, but only when it was too late. They could saunter out, dead like a zombie, and eventually crash on the couch. By then Blade would have to pick them up and carry them to the bedroom so that they could at least sleep somewhere comfortable. He didn’t want to do that this time. He wanted them awake, conscious, aware.

He looked down at his phone, and got up. “Kam.”

“Blade, please.”

“No.” he said, as he got up to walk over to them, watching them scramble to save everything and turn off the computer.

He grabbed them by their waist, picked them up and carried them to the bedroom. He dropped them on the bed with an “oof” coming from Kamski as they landed on the bed. They were still in their regular clothes they slept in (some shorts and a regular shirt), and Blade started taking off his armor as well. When he was finally comfortable, he got into bed with Kamski, pulling them closer to his chest. They didn’t question it, they knew better than to ask, when Blade pulls you close you don’t question it.

“Now, will you sleep?”

A sly smile came across Kamski’s face when he asked that, for some reason he didn’t like that smile.

“Sing me to sleep.”

“No.”

They started to pout, jutting out their lips and looking at him like he just kicked a puppy. “Please, Bladie?”

Bladie. Something that only Kafka and Kamski call him. When Kafka usually called him that he knew she was playing, teasing, or poking fun at him. He usually let her because in terms of rank, she was first, so he would bite his tongue and let her say as she pleased to him. Plus, in a weird sense, she was his friend. He actually liked having her around, especially since she was useful when it came to his mara. Without her he’d probably have turned by now. Man, he really did owe her didn’t he?

But when Kamski would call him that it was like a pang in his heart. His chest would suddenly feel all warm and his stomach would drop (perhaps one could say he felt butterflies in his stomach.) The way they would look up at him so sweetly with their doe-like eyes as they hugged him. They waited for an answer, because he knew that they saw him hesitate. The way his breath would hitch and his heart would beat faster. It’s not like he could go anywhere now. He brought himself into this situation, and now he has to deal with it.

He grumbled something inaudible, before pulling them closer so that their head was tucked under his chin. He slowly started to sing, something that he remembered from a past life. His voice was soft and low as he sang, holding Kamski closer to him as he sung them to sleep. He could feel their body start to relax in his arms, and soon enough he started to hear the familiar rhythm of their breathing. He looked down, seeing their closed eyes, and held them close to his chest hoping they wouldn’t hear how his heart raced.

Maybe this vacation could be useful after all.

What is Qin and Ji Yuhua fav place to hangout?

their favorite place to hang out is definitely the garden! there's an isolated pavilion near the pond that has become their favorite spot. they enjoy playing board games, having tea time, or sometimes qin simply watches hua playing her guzheng there. ^^

Wanted to ask you, could you tag your mutuals and explain why you're mutuals and that? Is okay if you refuse!

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