Already talked about this on exhels server but need to share here too
Anyways
Exhels au
The people of Hels, for as long as they can remember have had a patron deity of blood and lightning and war, they attribute their success in battle to Them and when in need of protection ask for Their power. The title Champion of Hels is more or less the role of Their high priest, in caretaker of their temple. That's Helsknight.
Then Ex enters the scene, they have an air of familiarity to Hels and slowly, she realizes how similar they look to all the statues and visages of his deity. He becomes obsessed, convinced this is Them.
He places them on a pedestal both literally and figuratively, she reveres them with the almost unhealthy devotion of a priestess to his god.
When the other people of Hels begin to believe it as well there's a nagging jealousy Hels tries to push away, but he can't deny the desire that he would be the only one to worship Them
Of course just because Hels is convinced doesn't mean he's right. And if this isn't the first nor last life where the young deity and their chosen one have found each other who's to say
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Pairing: Jouno/Tetchou
Genre: slight (emotional) hurt/comfort
Word count: 2,115
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Thank you to @meepmeep19 for the prompt :)
It had been a hard day. Jouno and Tetchou had been matched against a strong gifted that had pushed them both to their limits. During the conflict, a couple innocent civilians were used as the enemyâs shield, leading to their deaths. Tetchou, who values protecting the innocent at all costs, was rather distraught the whole way home. Jouno didnât seem to react much to what had happened, maintaining a straight face as the two stepped into their apartment.Â
âTodayâs mission was awful.â Tetchou spoke in a neutral tone, although his heartbeat depicted guilt. Though the two cared a lot for each other, discussing genuine emotions wasnât something either was good at. A hard mission wasnât something theyâd typically discuss after it had ended.
Jouno takes a sharp inhale. âWell, we took down the enemy, that was the goal.â He spoke very collected, as if he felt nothing at all.Â
âWe still lost two innocent people.â
Jouno flops down onto their couch. A slight tinge of agitation breaks into his voice as he responds to his partner. âIt doesnât matter. No point in reflecting on whatâs already happened.â
âThat doesnât mean we canât talk about it.â The events that took down clearly bothered Tetchou. His idealistic sense of justice was to protect the weak no matter what, and the fact that he couldnât save them made him feel as if justice wasnât truly accomplished.Â
âJust move on, Tetchou. We have work tomorrow, letâs just eat then go to bed early.â Jounoâs voice was growing more impatient with each word. As a response, Tetchou sits next to his love. Putting an arm around his partnerâs shoulder, the brunette makes one more attempt to discuss the mission.
âThe people were-â heâs interrupted by a shout.
âJust shut up about the people! Thereâs nothing that can be done to save them. God, youâre so annoying tonight!â Jouno pushes away, opting to stand instead of being within range of Tetchou, who is a bit startled by the sudden lash out.Â
âThat doesnât mean we canât talk about the job.â There was a slight tinge of confusion as well as concern in the brunetteâs voice.
âWe donât need to! I was there, I know what happened, I donât need to go over it again. Letâs move on.â In an attempt to end the conversation, Jouno storms off to their bedroom. Tetchou remains sitting on their couch for a moment. Did I do something wrong? He wondered to himself. It wasnât unusual for his partner to get annoyed or angry at things after a hard day, but he was acting particularly harsh tonight.
A few moments later, Tetchou brings a glass of water to his love, then proceeds to sit on the bed beside him. He tries to hand over the glass, to no reaction.
 âSai, are you okay?â Jouno doesnât acknowledge his presence, opting to not answer the question. He looked angry, as if he was ready to start shouting at just about anything said to him. Tetchou forces the water into his hand, and Jouno reluctantly takes a sip before setting the glass on his nightstand.Â
They sit in silence for a moment, waiting for the awkward tension between them to die down a tad. The brunette takes a deep breath before asking again. âAre you okay? You havenât been yourself since weâve gotten home.â
Jouno scrunches his eyebrows, as if heâs thinking hard about how to answer. âIâm fine, just a little annoyed at how the mission played out.â He spoke calmly, trying to keep himself from lashing out again.
âWould you like to talk about it?â
âAbsolutely not. Thereâs no point in bringing up something that canât be changed.â He clenched his fist, his nails slightly digging into his own palms. Despite Jouno clearly wanting to discuss just about anything else, Tetchou felt the need to push the topic a little bit more.
âWhy are you so against talking about it? I know that we canât change the past, but that doesnât make it any less important.âÂ
âBecause, I canât let the death of someone get to me, Iâll just begin to overthink during every mission Iâll do, which would make me weaker.â His tone switches from calm to slightly somber.
Tetchou speaks with a tad of confusion in his voice. âSo youâre going to just sit here, silently angry about what happened?âÂ
âYes, part of the job as a Hunting Dog is to remain strong-willed instead of letting mishaps get to us.â
Although Tetchou was having a hard time thinking of how to reply, he was genuinely worried about the way his partner approaches his own feelings and was determined to push the subject more. âYouâre still letting the feelings get to you, even if you choose to present it as anger or neutrality.â
âItâs better than allowing myself to get unnecessarily upset.â
âYou are upset, though. Youâre just not acting sad.âÂ
âJust drop it, Tetchou. Itâs not that big of a deal.â He tried to divert his focus to something else to avoid listening to the words being spoken to him. He thought to himself: I canât let a simple bad mission get to me, itâs not important. Iâll just try to change the subject if he pries again. His ideal plan was changed by the words next spoken to him.Â
âYouâre pushing me away, and trying to mask something that should make you sad as anger. You can be sad, thatâs perfectly normal. Iâm sad over it.â Jouno pauses at his partnerâs words. He doesnât intend to push Tetchou away; but the feeling of vulnerability that comes with displaying his own feelings is enough to make the white haired man shut down. He didnât want nor did he intend to upset his partner, but his own pride didnât allow him to easily express his true feelings.Â
âSadness is a feeling for the weak-minded. I donât need anyoneâs pity.â
âIâm not pitying you. I care about your feelings.â Tetchouâs heartbeat portrayed concern, yet regardless of that Jouno still felt pitied. It was as if he couldnât accept that people actually care about how he feels. Thinking to himself, Itâs not like Tetchou opens up about everything he feels, why am I suddenly expected to talk about things? I donât need this.Â
âWhy am I supposed to listen to you? You almost never discuss your own feelings. This advice is nothing Iâd see you accepting.â Tetchou glanced downwards after hearing this. He could understand the frustration Jouno felt, as he wasnât prone to being very open either. Regardless, he wanted to change this for the both of them since he could feel how important it is to not shove personal feelings away.Â
âIâll start talking about things more. We both know itâs bad to keep things in. I want you to be comfortable enough to feel actual emotions around me.â Jouno was a bit taken aback by the honesty.Â
A long pause, the two sat in complete silence. Jounoâs mind was spiraling. What should I do? He really wonât stop prying. I know heâs worried, but the last thing I need is to be someone elseâs burden. He knew Tetchou wouldnât let the topic go until he said something. He began to feel extremely anxious as he considered talking about how the mission actually bothered him. He opened his mouth to speak, but the lump he felt in his throat prevented him from continuing. It was as if he couldnât put together a cohesive thought, but Tetchou was still waiting for an answer. He tried to talk again.
âTetchou..â Was all he could mutter out. Considering the man is great at talking to other people, heâs awful when it comes to being direct with his own thoughts. Heâs never needed to be in the vulnerable position, and has successfully shut away many negative experiences within his life.Â
Tetchou could see the effort his partner was putting into trying to open up. He put his hand on Jounoâs shoulder and rubbed his arm softly. âTake all the time you need to talk, I wonât leave or get upset with you. Itâs okay.â The affirmations were comforting to hear. Jouno took a deep breath, internally repeating the words his partner had said. Iâm not upsetting him. Iâm not a burden. Iâm not asking for pity. He cares. I can talk to him. Itâll all be okay.
Jouno takes a deep breath, trying to find the correct way to word his thoughts. The lump in his throat grew bigger as he thought about the mission. After trying to ground himself, he slowly spoke. âItâs mostly my fault that the people died today. I should have paid more attention, and I could have phased my way in between the victims and the criminal before they got hurt. I basically killed..â His words trail off. He sounded beyond uncomfortable with each word he spoke, it was as if his own guilt was consuming him. He spoke with clear remorse.Â
Tetchou was stunned from Jounoâs perspective of their battle that day. He knew his partner physically wouldnât have been able to save the victims in time. He didnât realize Jouno had put himself at blame. Tetchou pulled his love close, trying to speak as heartfelt as he could. âItâs not your fault at all, I know how hard you tried. The enemy killed the people despite our efforts. You did everything you could. I promise.âÂ
Jouno didnât believe him. There surely had to be a way he could have saved the victims. âI should have done better, and now Iâm here pitying myself over my own mistakes.â He takes a sharp breath.Â
âSai, being upset over a mission isnât pitying yourself. Youâre a hero, youâve saved countless lives. Sometimes bad things happen, you have to let yourself grieve those moments as well.â
Jouno let himself think for a moment. He did truly try as hard as he could to save the people, yet those lives were still lost. He hated thinking about it, the dread was engulfing his thoughts more and more as he reflected. Talking about it brought these feelings to the front of his mind, making it infinitely harder to act as if he wasnât bothered. Despite how much he tried to act composed, part of his mask began to fall down. His eyes watered a little while he attempted to keep his face straight.Â
âItâs not a big deal, Iâll be just fine by tomorrow.â Regardless of what he claims, his voice began to crack. Tetchou pulls him in closer, rubbing his hand through Jounoâs hair.
âWe arenât talking about tomorrow, weâre talking about right now.â He stops talking as his partner sniffed a couple times. He continues playing with Jounoâs hair, rubbing his back, and holding him while his love lets a single tear stream down his face.Â
âI just want to help people. Iâm so sick of seeing innocent lives be hurt in front of me.â He sniffs again. âIâve harmed so many people in the past that I just canât stand to see it anymore.â Jounoâs past was a touchy subject that neither person typically dared to bring up. Tetchou had no clue that his partner was still holding in so much guilt over it after all these years.Â
âSai, youâre a good person. Youâve saved so many people these past six years.â
Jouno tries to speak, but chokes on his own words. He felt his eyes water more with everything Tetchou said. It had been a long time since he let himself cry over anything, so his tears didnât fall very often. Externalizing emotions is really hard for someone whoâs spent years keeping things within. Tetchou continues to speak. âYour past does not define who you are today. You did everything in your power to try and save those people; you canât be so hard on yourself over something that was out of your control.âÂ
Jouno couldnât quite understand how he felt. He was vulnerable, but at the same time he felt safe. It was as if talking about things actually helped him realize that he really did do everything he could. He still felt awful over it, but not as alone. Another tear streamed down his face.Â
After a while, he gathered a response. âIâm sorry for getting upset with you earlier.âÂ
Tetchou kissed his partnerâs head softly, before continuing to rub his hands across it. âItâs okay, I know today was hard. Thank you for talking to me about it.â He spoke softly.
The two lay quietly, holding each other closely. Jouno sniffed a couple more times. âI love you.âÂ
that Axl writes. Dabbles. His grammar sucks and he gets bored and never finishes a piece but he has put words down. Musings. Maybe it is song lyrics, though he has never created music for these words--that would take work and let's face it he is too lazy. He lacks the patience with himself that it requires to take initial scribbles and mold it. If it doesn't come out perfectly the first time, he gives up. But he never stops jotting things down. Then in Europe, as he and Kenny and Sean sit on a gently swaying train, Axl's bag falls open and the contents spew on the floor. Sean helps scoop it up. The old five star notebook he has been using for his Thoughts since highschool is open. And it isn't like Sean MEANS to snoop. He just can't help seeing the words: homesick isn't actual pain in the heart it is a catch of breath when something is familiar or, worse, too new. Axl snatches the notebook from Sean's hand in a manner that says clearly that the writing is Private. Sean winces and apologizes and pretends he saw nothing. But it stays with him for days. Axl writes? He writes. Huh. And it's not bad. His handwriting and punctuation leaves something to be desired but the sentiment behind the words; it rings true. So true Sean can't stop thinking about it. At the sight of an overweight tourist with white sneakers and a sun visor in her dark curls, Sean is reminded of his mother and his breath hitches. "It's good." He says to Axl when he spies the notebook again. This time, the raggedy corner of it is sticking out of his armpit where he stuffed it as soon as Sean and Kenny appeared in the hotel room. "The business meeting?" "No." Sean points to the pages. Axl turns a little pink and rolls his eyes as he tosses it away. "Nah. It's just dumb stuff. Whatever." "I didn't see much, but what I did see, about homesickness... It's good. It's real, you know? I feel it too." Axl sighs. "It's so lame that I miss it. Orson is a dumb little town with nothing in it." "Your family is in it. That's why." Axl shrugs, clearly unwilling to carry on with this talk. Sean bumps his shoulder and points at the book again on his way to the shower. "I think if you keep it up, by the time we get home you will have the foundation of a stellar memoir." As Sean swings the door closed behind him, he hears Axl click a pen and start writing.
Jouno notices something is off when Tetchou gets oddly flustered at a simple compliment
genre: fluff
word count: 1758
When it comes to finding the truth, Jouno is easily the best of the Hunting Dogs. He can see through peopleâs words by listening to the sound of their heartbeat, and can easily talk his way into getting just about anyone to tell him the truth. Due to this, people tend to never bother lying about anything around Jouno, since he is not afraid to call people out on their true intent.
When sent on missions, Jouno is typically paired with Tetchou; the two make a fantastic team, and have taken down thousands of criminals effortlessly. Despite the fact that they argue non-stop, the work partners understand each other deeply.
After completing a mission a lot quicker than expected, the two decide to go grab a coffee before returning to the Hunting Dogâs base.
âJust go sit down, Iâll order for the two of us. No need to scare another barista with your horrific food choices,â Jouno smirks at his coworker. Tetchou goes and sits at the table the two usually occupy.
Jounoâs hearing is extremely sensitive, so finding a quiet place that serves good coffee made the two come here after a lot of missions.
âHere.â Tetchou takes the coffee that Jouno is handing him. He watches as his partner sits across from him.
âYou did surprisingly well today, Tetchou. Usually youâre a pain to work with, but today you made the job much easier.â Surprisingly, that was one of the nicer things Jouno has said to his coworker. Tetchou knows that Jouno isnât actually a mean person, but he definitely likes to argue and throw jabs whenever he gets the chance.
âIs it wrong for me to appreciate your work from time to time?â
âNo, itâs just unusual of you.â
âDonât get used to it.â Jouno takes a sip of his drink. He couldnât help but notice that Tetchouâs heartrate raised a little after the comment. Thatâs odd, I barely said anything to him. Jouno thought to himself. Am I really that flattering?
Tetchou interrupts his train of thought, âyou did well too.â
âOf course I did, I am the greatest Hunting Dog after all.â
âNot in combat.â
âOh shut up, your sword would have nothing against me.â
Tetchou sighs, he knows he wonât win in an argument against Jouno. He enjoys trying to bother him, seeing his coworkerâs pissed off face is something he adores. Jouno has always been entertaining in conversation, however, lately those feelings Tetchou has felt have began to evolve a bit. Jouno seems a bit more endearing lately; the way he smiles as he talks, the way he says Tetchouâs name, the way his hair always looks soft, it all makes Tetchou feel a way he canât seem to feel about anyone else. He wasnât sure why, but he couldnât stop imagining the way Jouno complimented his performance on the mission a few moments prior.
The white haired man very quickly noticed that his partner was breathing very shallow, as if he had something on his mind. âWhat is it? Your breathing sounds off.â This behaviour was unusual, Tetchou is typically very collected, having a slow heartbeat combined with deep breathing.
Tetchou doesnât know how to respond to this. He doesnât exactly understand what heâs feeling either. He feels happy, but also confused. Why was one tiny comment filling his mind? It wasnât even a big deal, yet it was oddly affirming to hear. Still, Tetchou wouldnât want to honestly answer that question, that just sounds like an easy way to get made fun of. âNothing is wrong, Iâm just tired today,â the man says quickly and sternly. Hopefully that was believable enough for Jouno to just move on.
A lie? Why would he lie to me? Surely he knows I can tell that isnât the truth. Jouno thinks to himself. It was extremely out-of-character for Tetchou to lie, he is typically honest to everybody he speaks with. Jouno scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. âYou know that I can tell youâre lying, right? Whatâs gotten into you? Youâve been acting off since we sat down.â Jouno is clearly frustrated. Thereâs no way it actually has to do with me saying he did well, right?
Tetchou has no clue of what to say in response. He decided to just ignore the question. The two sit in silence for a few moments, sipping at their lattes and thinking to themselves. Eventually, Jouno finally breaks the tension.
âDid I do something?â He asks sincerely. Almost immediately, he could feel the body heat of the man in front of him raise. I was right, he thought to himself. Maybe I can say something else later to test this.
âNo. It was just a good mission, Iâm not sure why I sound off to you.â
Another lie? I could just leave him be for now. Or maybe I could torment him for a bit. Jouno warmly smiles at Tetchou, before taking another sip of his drink. âAbout todayâs mission, you cut down the enemy really quickly! Iâm still rather impressed.â
âThank you. It really isnât a big deal.â
âIf it wasnât a big deal, why is your heart fluttering again whenever I talk about it? You know Tetchou, I heard it when I first mentioned the mission as well.â Jouno looks smugly, âare my compliments just that sweet to you?â The brunette could tell that Jouno was having fun with this. Yet, despite the embarrassment, he was enjoying the feeling. Still, thereâs no way he would outright admit to that.
âYouâre just trying to bother me, arenât you? Sorry, your tactics donât work on me.â Tetchou grins.
âIt sounds like theyâre working.â The white haired man finishes his coffee, and stops to think. Oh, this will be fun.
Tetchou finishes his drink as well, and stands up. Jouno stands as well, âcome with me Tetchou, lets go for a quick walk before heading to the base.â
âWe have work to do, we should head back now.â Tetchou argues, in reality he would adore going on a walk with Jouno, but work comes first.
âDonât worry, it doesnât look like we have anything except paperwork to get done for the rest of the day. A quick walk will be completely fine.â Jouno insists. Usually, Jouno also opts to get work done first, so him insisting they put off the job is odd. Tetchou sighs in agreement, and they leave the cafe.
The two take a walk through a small forest near the cafe. Since itâs the middle of a weekday, itâs extremely quiet. The two walk in silence for a while, while Jouno thinks of new ways to bother Tetchou. Does he just like compliments? Does it have to do with me specifically? It wouldnât hurt to test him.
Jouno steps a bit closer to his work partner, who is moving very quietly. Jouno moves a bit closer, brushing his hand against Tetchouâs. âSorry about that! I didnât realize I moved that close to you,â he lies to the brunette. Immediately, Tetchou started feeling his own face heat up. Jouno feels this, and holds back a smile. So, he liked that too? Is it really possible that he sees me in that light? Jouno canât help but feel a bit smug over this. The idea of someone swooning over him makes him feel great. But of all people, he wasnât expecting Tetchou to be the one to feel this way. This idea made Jouno feel genuinely happy for some reason. He always secretly admired Tetchou, but never thought to see him in anything but a friendly light. Maybe there was more to his own feelings that he was avoiding.
âNo worries,â Tetchou replied. Was that on purpose? Or did he actually touch my hand by accident? he thought to himself. It didnât really bother him either way, but feeling Jounoâs soft hand against his own felt nice. I shouldnât think too much about it. Itâs not even a big deal.
âWhy did we have to walk out here again? We should head back soon,â Tetchou asks.
âJust thought it would make for a good break. Besides, Iâm enjoying listening to you.â
âYou are? Weâre barely talking.â
Jouno smiles, âIâm listening to your heart, and the way it beats a little faster whenever I talk to you. The way it started racing when I grazed your hand was a wonderful sound.â
âIt surprised me, of course my heart would beat a bit faster.â Tetchou rolls his eyes. He doesnât really know what to take from this situation, why was Jouno insisting on talking about this? Itâs not like Tetchou would willingly explain his feelings. He couldnât say his thoughts out loud. Jouno made him happy, happier than any other person does. Jouno felt warm, despite his cold exterior. Jouno was fun to talk to, and to work with. He loved looking at Jouno, his pretty hair, his cute smile, the way his uniform fit around his body. He loved hearing Jouno speak, he loved saying Jounoâs name. Everything about this man made Tetchou feel safe. Do I really have feelings for him? Can he tell? Is this why heâs acting like this? Tetchou is dumbfounded about his own feelings. He had felt like this for a while, but didnât think to equate the feelings to anything more thanďżź friendship until Jouno started teasing him.
Jouno lets out a small sigh. âMhm, okay. I can understand your heartbeat changing due to being shocked, but it doesnât explain why your temperature rose. I can feel that as well.â Jouno found the attention he was getting extremely charming, his mind filled with ideas on how to torment his partner about these newfound feelings.
âIâm not sure why. Iâm sure itâs nothing.â Tetchou quickly responded. He was clearly trying to dismiss the topic, which just made Jouno more tempted to bother him.
Jouno stops walking, âTetchou.â
âWhat is it?â Tetchou faces him.
Jouno moves slightly closer, and places his hand on the side of the brunetteâs head, running his fingers through his hair. âListen to me.â Tetchou doesnât respond, Jouno can hear the anxiousness his partner is feeling. His reaction makes Jouno smirk. He pulls himself closer, whispering in Tetchouâs ear:
âYou can try to lie to me all you want, but your entire body is telling me how you truly feel.â Before Tetchou even gets to respond, Jouno turns away.
âLetâs get back to work, weâve been gone long enough!â
break, desire,and mistake for the not-so-nice exhels asks
I'm just going to pick whether to answer with Ex or Hels for these bc I don't feel like writing two bits for all these đđ
Also for mistake that's already been asked and I have a special plan for it....so I won't answer here
break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?
Maybe it's codependent but after everything they've been through you can hardly expect them to be well adjusted with healthy attachment styles. So it's no surprise that losing Ex would completely destroy Hels.
They're his everything, out of all the cruel people that have come in and out of her life they're one of the only good ones. A rarity. A nether star amongst the ashes of a wither's corpse.
For so long they've leaned on eachother, shared everything, known everything about the other - with Ex gone he would simply fall apart. He could pick himself back up eventually with the help of his friends and brother but he wouldn't want to for a long, long time.
It's only come close to that once. It was one of only two times Wels has ever seen his little brother cry.
desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?
They'd never admit it but Ex has only one, simple, ultimate desire.
They want to be loved.
There's an aching lonely void in their chest that's never content. It's always hungry and almost always empty.
Sure there's Xisuma and Hels and their dear friend Worm Man, they help, but Ex craves the recognition and approval of those around them perhaps more than is healthy.
Most the server still doesn't trust them, especially after season 8, and it's not always clear that they're trying. But they are.
And they'll keep trying until the hallow pain in their chest leaves.
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Jouno was enjoying a day off when his work partner pays him an unexpected visit
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1665
Today was Jounoâs day off from working. He had many long shifts recently, and was finally rewarded a well-deserved break for everything heâs done. Today also happened to be Jounoâs birthday, so he planned to take the day to enjoy himself. Getting a day to sleep in, do whatever he wishes, and get a break from dealing with his coworkers was all the man could ask for.Â
Jouno started his day off by making himself a green tea, and sat outside on his porch. It was surprisingly quiet outside, not many people nearby. Jouno checked his phone, and listened to a happy birthday voicemail from Tachihara and Teruko; he must have had his phone silenced when they initially called. Jouno wasnât the type to celebrate birthdays, too many smells and sounds makes the overall celebration rather overwhelming. He was glad to not need to deal with any of that this year.
As evening falls, Jouno changes into his pajamas, and figures he would just order dinner instead of making anything. As he went to pick up his phone, there was a knock at his door. Perplexed, Jouno shouts towards the door, âwho is it?â
âItâs me,â the voice said. Jouno stopped in his tracks. âCan I come in?â
âFine. Just a moment.â Jouno replies, with a slight tinge of annoyance. The white haired man quickly walks back into his room. Mumbling to himself, âwhy is Tetchou here? The one day I think I can get away from him for a bit and he shows up at my door?â Still, he gets changed into nicer clothes, and approaches the door. Even though he wonât express it, Jouno cares a lot about Tetchouâs perception of him, which is the main reason he quickly attempted to make himself more presentable for the unexpected guest.Â
âWhat do you want?â The white haired man asks, as he moves to let Tetchou inside.
âJust came to wish you a happy birthday. I made you a small cake.â The brunette walks in and immediately makes his way to the kitchen, grabbing a knife and piercing it into the cake. It was definitely small, enough for two people; Jouno couldnât help but appreciate the gesture. He was definitely annoyed to see Tetchou of all people, but at least he wasnât being particularly annoying. Jouno sits down at his kitchen table, grabbing the fork and plate his partner just set down. Something smells slightly off, but Jouno chooses to ignore the sense. He takes a bite.
âTetchou. What exactly did you make this cake with?â The brunette looks at his partner, fighting back a smile.
âOh, I was out of tupperware so I put my salt and sugar in a bin together. They look similar enough to be interchangeable.âÂ
Jouno spits out the food he was eating, and lets out a loud sigh. âHow is someone so dumb capable of being one of the Hunting Dogs? Obviously salt and sugar are going to taste different! Youâre such a dumbass.â He scowls at the man sitting across from him. Tetchou lets out a small laugh; typically, heâs a very composed man, however, he feels safe enough to let his guard down and have a little fun when only Jouno is around.
âWhy are you laughing at your own stupidity? Donât tell me you did this on purpose just to piss me off.â Tetchou doesnât say anything back, heâs just smiling as he waits for the man across from him to talk again.Â
âYou did, didnât you?! Youâre such a bastard, Tetchou. Now I have to call for food.â
âDonât worry about it. I already ordered a pizza for you before I arrived, itâll be here soon. I just wanted to see your angry face for a second.â Tetchou throws out the extremely salty cake he had brought, and he tells Jouno to go rest until the pizza arrives. The white haired man does as he is asked, although reluctantly. Shortly after, the pizza arrives, and Tetchou goes to sit beside his work partner. To Jounoâs surprise, the pizza wasnât covered in questionable ingredients.
 The two eat quietly for a moment, before Tetchou decides to break the silence. âHave you enjoyed your day off? Youâve been working a lot lately.â The brunette cares a lot about the wellbeing of his coworker, and was genuinely happy to see him take a day off. Jouno works himself to the limit often, and pretty much never misses a day. Admittedly, Tetchou found it strange to not see Jouno at the base, which is why he chose to pay him a visit.
âMy day was going well until you showed up. Did you miss me or something? You know, Iâm there every other day.â Tetchou smirks at the snarky comments, knowing Jouno isnât actually mad. His partner has never been warm with people, but he has gotten used to reading his partnerâs true emotions despite whatever he claims.
âJust figured you wouldnât want to be completely alone today.â
âSure, but why would I hang out with you? Of all people.âÂ
âDo you have anyone else?â Jouno replies with a sigh. The two spend so much time working to the point where outside social interaction has become a rarity. Thatâs just part of the job, not much can be done about it. Although Jouno would never admit it, the company of the person he sees most often is comforting. Â
The two finish their pizza, and Tetchou begins to clean his and Jounoâs plate. Reluctantly, Jouno thanks him for everything, and follows up with a question: âWhy are you being so nice to me today? You never come over, let alone buy me dinner.â Jouno was genuinely confused by this, the two saw each other so often at work that they rarely met up outside of it.Â
âWhatâs wrong with me wanting to wish my friend a happy birthday? You have got to start letting people do nice things for you. I am having a good time with you tonight.â The white haired man was surprised by Tetchouâs words. Hearing his coworker call him a friend made him smile a bit, although not enough for anyone else to notice.Â
âWell, thank you. Iâll accept it as an apology for how you scarred me with the cake.â Jouno slaps his partner in the shoulder, making him spill a little of the water he was cleaning the dishes with. Jouno goes to grab a towel to clean the mess.
The brunette stops him from cleaning. âIâll get it, just go get into some comfy clothes and relax.âÂ
âYou know, I am fully capable of cleaning. I donât need you to take care of everything.â
âJust go, itâs fine.â
 Jouno sighs and heads to his room. He throws on some pajamas and goes back to sit on his couch. Something about being dressed informally makes him feel slightly vulnerable. Regardless, he sits patiently and waits as Tetchou finishes tidying and approaches him again.
âJust how long are you staying? You must really miss me when Iâm not around.â Jouno listens as Tetchouâs heart beats a little faster. He doesnât mention it, but it feels a bit strange.
âI guess I do.â The white haired man was taken aback by his partnerâs honesty. He didnât know how to respond. âI can leave if youâd really like.â
Jouno lets out an exasperated sigh, âitâs fine.â He was having a hard time coming up with a remark after what he heard. For once, he didnât feel like snapping at his partner and was just enjoying the company. He encourages Tetchou to come sit beside him.Â
Tetchou yawns and stretches a bit. His partner faces him, âlong day?â
âYeah. Lots of paperwork and negotiations. Work has been really tiring lately, Iâve barely slept all week.âÂ
âYouâre telling me.â The two exchange a sigh, and ramble on about their cases to each other. Hours pass as they continue to talk, not even realizing how late it has become. As Tetchou checks the time, he abruptly stops their conversation.Â
âItâs getting pretty late, and I still have to drive home. Iâll have to leave soon since we have a meeting in the morning.â Jouno is a little disappointed by the sudden change of topics. He was enjoying listening to Tetchou talk more casually, putting his guard down and just having a fun night. He could tell his partner felt the same way.Â
âWhy donât you stay here overnight? You can have the couch.â Jouno was surprised by his own question. He just wanted the night to last forever.
âAre you sure?âÂ
âYeah. I have some comfier clothes you can change into, come with me.â Jouno leads Tetchou to his bedroom, and points out the drawer to his pajamas. âWear whatever youâd like.âÂ
After getting changed, the two sit on Jounoâs bed and continue talking. Laughing about their old cases, arguing over the abominations Tetchou calls his lunches, and discussing future plans for the Hunting Dogs. After a while, Tetchou lets out another yawn.
âYou can sleep if youâd like, Tetchou.âÂ
âI will soon. But, thereâs something I want to do first.â
âWhat is it?â Jouno immediately notices the brunette's heart begins to race, and listens as his breathing becomes a bit shallow. âIs everything alright?â
Without speaking, Tetchou looks at Jouno for a second. He then brushes the side of his partnerâs face, and quickly leans in to kiss him. After a second, he pulls away to see Jounoâs face, which was nearly as red as the tips of his hair. Jouno doesnât say anything, heâs completely surprised by what just happened. He wears a confused, yet flustered look on his face.
âIâm sorry, was that too much?â Tetchouâs words carry a heavy sound of worry and embarrassment. Before he realizes, Jouno grabs him back and brings him back into a soft kiss. Pulling away, The white haired man smiles at his partner.
They say, out in the woods, deep in the forest, there is an old man.
Or at least he must be old, because heâs been there since your father, your grandfather, and your great grandfather were children - though his brown hair never greys and the only wrinkles are those around his mouth and eyes from laughing so much.
They call him The Hermit, even though he tells anyone who asks (and often those who donât) that his name is Joe Hills, Joe Hills from Nashville, Tennessee.
You donât know what âNashville, Tennesseeâ is but he says it so cheerfully and with such a warm grin you decide whatever it is it must be nice.
He lives in a house deep in the woods, a snugly crafted cabin, where thereâs always warm candlelight illuminating the windows and a smokestack billowing from the chimney - except, of course, in the summer months. In the summer months, he leaves the doors and windows open wide until nightfall, often you see him in the tall grass and flowers of his front yard, a well-worn book in one hand and a pen in the other.
And they say that if you go to him, and you offer some little knick-knack (it doesnât matter what) he will tell you a story.
You remember the first time you went to hear a story from Joe Hills. Of course you do, no one ever forgets a story of his.
You were no more than ten when your mother took you out to that house deep in the woods, along the well-trodden path leading to the door. Joe had greeted the both of you warmly, as if you were old friends.
When your mother prompted you to you shyly offered him a small, orange marble. It was one of your favorites.
He smiled and accepted it, inviting you and your mother into his house.
The inside was somehow just as you had expected it to be, cluttered but cozy, bookshelves packed to the brim lining every wall, candles precariously standing on every vacant surface, and a table filled with small statues.
You stopped to stare in awe at those statues, there were about thirty, maybe a little less, you thought - each meticulously sculpted and detailed though they ranged widely in their detailing.
There was a woman with long blonde hair, she held a diamond sword in one hand and her expression was so fierce that you were ashamed to find it almost scared you. There was also a man, taller than most of the other figures, with a neatly pressed suit, perfect other than a few stains of red (blood? Redstone? You canât tell) and a shorter figure with a regal-looking cape of moss and a veil covering large, shining eyes but not quite covering the equally large grin etched into his features.
And there, at the forefront of the group, was a person with pale, greenish skin and curling orange hair. If it was possible you wouldâve said there was even closer care paid to the details of that figure.
In time you will come to know the names of each of the figures by heart, but for now, you know nothing. For now, Joe looked at you expectantly and asked with his pleasant accent what kind of things you like.
You thought for a moment before telling him you like birds.
He glanced thoughtfully at the shelves around him before walking to the far wall and pulling out a book with gold and red binding, obviously ancient but well maintained, then he came back to the table of statues you are still stood by and plucked one from the crowd.
He has a red sweater, not unlike the red of the book, mousy brownish-blonde hair, and the most beautiful, iridescent plumage you have ever seen. The wings and tail sprout from the figure's back, feathers rustling as Joe lifts him.
He showed you the item and offers to let you hold it, and you did, ever so gingerly, barely daring to breathe as your fingers ghosted over the silky wings.
This is a story about him, Joe told you, and he sat down in an armchair, gesturing for you and your mother to do the same before opening the book.
You looked up at your mother and you saw a child-like wonder shining in her eyes that much mirrored your own, even after all these years, as Joe started the story.
He told you about a man, a man with bright flamboyant wings, and mischievous black eyes that always shone brightest when he was about to do something possibly very dangerous and definitely very inconveniencing for someone else. He loved birds too, he loved to fly with them and study them, he kept them as pets and recorded their habits and likenesses in this very book.
Youâre not so sure you believe that part, but the fondness and genuineness with which Joe speaks about this character has you enthralled nevertheless.
All too soon the story ends and the book closes, your mother says itâs time to leave and you both thank The Hermit.
He waves at you as you walk back down the path the way you came and encourages you to come again and hear another story, he tells you to âkeep on adventuringâ. And though you didnât know it then you would return many, many times to that house in the woods, sometimes with your mother, sometimes your father, sometimes your friends. Joe always has a new story to tell and youâve never heard the same one twice for so long as youâve lived.
And when you get older you tell your children about The Hermit, the man in the woods with his stories and statues, and you take them to hear his tales. He still never ages and whenever you sit to listen to a story of his you feel like time has stopped for you as well, and once again you are a child, no more than ten, listening for the first time to Joe Hills from Nashville, Tennessee.