#7. come home next week to a big sword
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Pretty average week this week as far as reading goes. Interested to see how next week goes as my partner will be back at work so might be less reading time.
Read this week:
Jily Week 2023 Drabbles by @kay-elle-cee
Complete (805), Jily, Rated T
Drabbles and Double Drabbles for 6/7 of the Jily Week 2023 Prompts.
And it feels like home by kay-elle-cee
Complete (1.8k), Domestic Jily fluff, Rated G
A little moment after a long day. The first moment of the rest of their lives. Or: James and Lily's first night in a flat that's theirs.
You are my heaven by @jamesunderwater
Complete (1.8k), Jily Reincarnated, Rated G
What, you thought all they got was a few years together? this is for anyone who has watched what dreams may come (1998) and it's a wonderful life (1946) and is also a pisces. 'cause you get it. written for the jilychallenge 2023 december advent calendar -- prompt: A is not dressed for snow, B lends a shawl, hat, gloves etc.
Call and Response by jamesunderwater (itsjamespotter)
Complete (6.6k), James Potter, Rated T
A series of vignettes showcasing how, despite his own personal tragedies, James Potter never fails to show up for the ones he loves – which might be his greatest strength and his greatest weakness. Set in a world where James and Lily never got together in school, the Marauders, now twenty, are fighting in the Order at the height of the war.
Promises To Keep by jamesunderwater (itsjamespotter)
Complete (1.1k), Dorcas/Marlene, Rated T
Marlene and Dorcas have run out of ways to say goodbye.
Midwinter Magic by @practicecourts
Complete (2k), Canon Divergent Jily, Rated G
Midwinternight is said to be different. a night on which Magic flows free and strong and the divides between separate worlds are as thin as ice, or so Lily hopes. She hopes that’s true because she can't go on like this.
Do you want to build a snowman? By practicecourts
Complete (2.9k), Jily , Rated G
A young James Potter feels a little lonely and there is snow outside so really he should be outside having fun. Eleven years later he finds himself home again, and the world outside very white. And yet again on a winter's day eleven years after that.
Mind Games by @mppmaraudergirl (ch.1-3)
WIP, Amnesia + secret relationship Jily, Rated M
A cauldron explosion erases the last six months of Lily Evans' life at one of the most critical times in her career. As she struggles to not lose focus on all she has worked toward, a nagging voice inside her mind urges her to piece together the tattered memories of her past.
The Road Back To You by mppmaraudergirl
Complete (64.8k) Jily Muggle AU, Rated M
This is a story about second chances. A story about coming home and finding friends who become family. And most of all, perhaps, it is a story about the inevitability of falling into—and out of—love, even when you fight against it.
And You Heard About Me (Ooh, We’ve Got Some Big Enemies) by @wearingaberetinparis
Complete (12k), Fake Relationship Jily, Rated M
Lily Evans is a Grammy-winning singer-songwriter and global superstar, who recently broke up from her latest and long-term actor boyfriend Amos Diggory. James Potter is a professional football player who plays as a forward for Manchester United and has never been quiet about his celebrity crush: Lily Evans. When Lily Evans thus plays at Wembley Stadium - a place he is more than familiar with due to his being part of the England team - he just has to go and see her perform, embracing his inner, besotted fan boy, while the woman on stage is completely oblivious to his presence. Or is she?
Quest for Camelot by @petalsinwoodvale (ch.3-5)
WIP, Quest for Camelot AU Jily, Rated T
All Lily has ever wanted is to be a knight, like her father, Sir Lionel. After Camelot is attacked and the magical sword Excalibur is stolen, she finds herself teaming up with James, a young blind hermit, as they embark on a quest to find the lost sword. Together, they face the threat of the evil Ruber, navigate challenges with a two-headed dragon and an ogre, and discover that they're more alike than they initially thought. Will they manage to return the sword to Arthur in time, or will they lose not only each other but also their dreams and the precious Excalibur?
Pinky Promise (Tummy Hurts) by petalsinwoodvale
Complete (3.1k), Hogwarts Jily, First Kiss, Rated T
He was just too smart for his own good. It’s what got him into trouble the most. It got Lily in trouble too. Turns out, she had a type, and arrogant jocks with good grades were it.
Toerag (Affectionately) by petalsinwoodvale
Complete (1.1k), Hogwarts Jily, Rated T
"You'd defend Lily even if she kicked you in the balls," Peter chuckled, prompting Sirius and Remus to conceal their knowing grins behind their food. "I'm a strong supporter of women's rights," James hastily defended himself, "including Lily's right to beat the shit out of anyone who irritates her."
Lying in wait by @missgryffin
Complete (part of short stories), Jily, Rated M
Randomly listened to some Hamilton over the weekend, ended up with "Wait For It" stuck in my head, and wrote this in a couple hours today. I think it's angst, but with a nice dash of crack? Idk 😅 But I hope it makes you smile! 🫶
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Hello, I apologise if this is not written very well, English is not my first language :(
I was wondering if I could ask for some head canons(?) of the mercs with a reader on their only day off, while I don't usually like when people exclude Miss Pauling from their fics, it seems that is the only way this idea would work haha. Maybe Demo brings them to a Beer Garden or Soldier discretely feeding his raccons Reader's paperwork so they will actually use their break correctly, maybe Spy even takes them put to a fancy restaurant.
I have been working for so long that im pretty sure my entire body would be screaming haha, all my friends partying, and im writing more than 20 pages of school work, studying for 6 exams, and writing 2 essays. I will need a entire month break after this, ha ha ha!
I'm sorry again if this is long or written badly :(
Love your work!! :)
I'm so happy that you like my work! And no worries! Your English is perfect!
6 exams and 2 essays are way too many! I hope that you can get some time for some self-care in! Drink plenty of water and try to get at least 7 hours of sleep in.
Warnings: NONE
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Engineer:
Trying to hang out with you on your only day off was a challenge for the resident Texan. He tried everything. From helping you with some paperwork, to threatening your boss to give you more days off. Nothing seemed to work. You always ended up being either too busy or too tired to spend time together. Finally, when it was time for you to get your scheduled day off, he brought over some of his favorite western movies and some of your favorite snacks. He wants to make sure that you are as relaxed and as carefree as possible. After all, this is your only day off this year.
Scout:
Hearing that you finally get to have a day off was like hearing the news that Tom Jones was coming to town. Scout was ecstatic! So may ideas of what to do and what to eat flew through his mind almost as fast as he could run. Early that morning he knocked on your front door and waited. He waited a full two hours before you finally came to answer the door. Looking down with a sheepish slime he forgot about your desire to finally get a chance to sleep in. When you do get out to see the town Scout takes you to the races, buys any snacks you could ever possibly want, then once the races are over, he takes you to a nice dinner and a drive-in movie.
Heavy:
Hearing that you are finally allowed to have a day off he expects you to go to the beach or stay inside and sleep for as long as you want. He didn't really expect you to still show up at the base with your arms full of paperwork to fill out. Seeing you trying to get a head start with the next day's work makes him feel sorry for you. Without saying a word, he takes the paperwork out from your hold and gives them to Pyro. Hearing your enraged shouts and cries he drags you to the nearest spa and drops you off with three big rolls of hundred-dollar bills. To ensure that you don't find a way to somehow do work he stay with you the whole time. Afterwards, he treats you to nice restaurant with a cozy and relaxing atmosphere.
Demoman:
You both have been planning the perfect day off for weeks! Waking up at 7 in the morning, Demoman would pick you up and take you somewhere nice to eat breakfast. After that He would drive you to a nice spot in the mountains to fishing and hiking. Seeing you with a big smile on your face makes him swell with pride. It hurts him to see someone so young and full of life waste their life doing a job that doesn't do much for them. He teaches you how to handle a sword, and how to properly throw an axe. After a full day in the outdoors, he takes you home and makes you a nice homecooked meal. He already is planning what do the next time you get a day off.
Sniper:
Getting a day off is a pretty big deal for the both of you. But for you, he knows how rare it is for you to get some much needed me time. He knows you so well that the first thing he does is break into your house with as little damage as possible and makes you your favorite breakfast food. What kind of Sniper would he be if he didn't know your favorite foods? After sitting down to a nice and unexpected breakfast he offers to drive you anywhere you want as long as it's not work related. In between stops to your favorite places he takes you to little Ma and Pa shops and nice restaurants. Since it's your only day off for a long, long time he's paying for everything.
Pyro:
Pyro knows that your supposed to have the day off. So, why then are you still working? Seeing you hunched over your desk singing papers makes his heart break. Today you're supposed to be having fun! Or relaxing! Not playing with stupid papers. So, like any good friend, he does what he does best. He makes a fire. Right on your desk. Of course, he knows that you always keep copies of your work, but he wants to feel free in this moment. The sound of the fire alarm sprinkle system blaring to life and the feeling of water droplets hitting your skin really evokes the wilder side of your personality. After getting the fire managed, and getting a stern talking to from Engineer, you both go to town and get some ice-cream and enjoy the feeling of no having to worry about any responsibility.
Soldier:
Despite it being your day off he cuts you no slack when it comes to getting up early and following a rigorous schedule of working out/training. After the grueling workout he commandeers the company truck and takes you on a joyride through the town and gives you a tour of "all the famous battlefields that he's fought in". His storytelling leaves you laughing till your sides are aching. Seeing as that you are having a good time, he drives you both to a good restaurant and lets you pick out anything you want. Once you're finished eating, he tells you to get into the car while he strikes up a conversation with the restaurant manager. By striking up a conversation with the manager he actually means that he's going to cause a distraction so that you both can leave without paying. You both have the time of your lives.
Medic:
He knows how much damage can be cause by not getting a single day of in a prolonged period of time can cause. He makes you a cup of coffee or tea in the morning and then accompanies you throughout the day. If you want to spend time tending to your humble garden, then he will be right there with you pruning the leaves of any plants that you might have. If you want to spend some time reading, then he will make you both a comfortable space to sit down and read. When dinner time rolls around, he will take you to a fancy restaurant, followed afterwards by a drive to the nearest and darkest hill so that you both can stargaze.
Spy:
This man spares no expense when it comes to spending the day off with you in style and luxury. If you want to relax in bed all day wearing the silk pajamas that he gifted you last week, then by all means relax. If you want to go out to see a movie followed by a nice dinner at the newest upscale restaurant in the Country, then he will book a flight there with no problem. Spy knows what it's like to be constantly working, he is a spy after all. He takes his self-care time very seriously. After a nice night out with good food and drinks, he will draw you a nice bubble bath with any of your favorite fragrances and let you soak for however long you desire. Spy is a man who knows how to pamper properly.
Miss Pauling:
This poor woman still does work even on her day(s) off. Hearing that you both share the same day off she rushes to your side and asks if she can do her paperwork with you. Sitting together doing work makes the day go by faster and the work more enjoyable. You both managed to convince the other to take regular breaks every hour or so. So, during your breaks you both would walk over to the vending machine to get a drink or walk up and down a flight of stairs just to get the blood pumping through your legs. She may not know exactly how to relax, but you both manage to get some work done before you both end up napping together on the couch.
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Ta-Da!~
All of this fic was inspired by what I would desire for my day off if I worked 27/7 all year long. :)
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Living Well Is The Best Revenge, Part 10
Sequel to Raphael's Big Mistake.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9
Donatello had said one more week, but the truth is, Taylor knows she'll start to go crazy if she's not careful. She's read every book and watched every film, so what else is there for her to do?
On an impulse, she Googles online courses. She's got a little bit of money in her savings so she can afford at least one, and, hey, it would give her something to do.
The one about book cover design looks fun, and she's got Photoshop on her computer.
It starts off as a way to pass the time and learn an extra skill; then she starts enjoying it! OK, Photoshop is a little tricky to get the hang of, but she practises a lot (it's not like she's got anything else to do) and the results are pretty good.
Maybe, just maybe, she could do something with this. The job is...OK, but she doesn't know where to go from here. Maybe setting up a book cover design side gig could bring in some extra money.
April's already seen the lair; she says it's starting to look homely. The turtles are adding some personal touches - Donatello's starting to set up some computers, Leonardo's recovered his swords from the old home, Michelangelo has found a drum kit and Raphael is collecting sneakers. Oh, and they love the beds.
Taylor's glad. She really is.
On Thursday evening, there's a knock on the door. Taylor gets up and goes to answer it.
"Hi, Casey."
Judging from the look on his face, this isn't a social call. "Can I come in for a bit? I need to talk to you both about something."
He walks in, and Taylor knows she didn't imagine the brief look that passes between Casey and April.
"What's going on?" April asks.
Casey doesn't waste any time. "Ever heard of the Purple Dragons?"
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"So they're the ones who vandalised the restaurant?" April asks.
"And a warehouse, and a jewellery store. After they robbed it." Casey folds his arms. "A couple of weeks ago, they were just running underground fighting rings, carrying out burglaries and beating up members of minor gangs, but they never left their symbol like this before."
Sounds like they're marking their territory.
"Wait," Taylor says. "Now that the Shredder's in prison, are they trying to do a takeover?"
"Looks like it, yeah - which is really ambitious, or incredibly dumb. I figured the boys might want to know about this; if anyone can stop the Dragons before they go too far, they can."
April frowns. "Why don't you tell them?"
"I don't exactly have their number."
April takes out her phone with a flourish. "Do you want it?"
Taylor forces back a smile at the look on Casey's face. Later, while April's taking their empty coffee mugs through to the kitchen, Casey asks: "How are you holding up?"
"Fine. My ribs are almost better, and I'll be able to go back to work next week." Taylor gives him a small smile. "Back to normal."
Casey shakes his head. "I think that ship might have already sailed."
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FE7 Novelization Translation: Book 1 - Front Cover & Introductory Pages
Hello everyone and welcome to the start of yet another new Fire Emblem novelization translation! Yes, it really is that time again!
And get hype! This time, the game of choice was FE7!
I'll be translating this book set slower than normal, over the span of the remainder of this year and all of 2023, but it's a big one with about 650 pages total between both books, so there's plenty of content to keep giving everyone lots to read over all that time.
This one starts out with a pretty big spin making it stand out from the game right away. Can't wait to see everyone's thoughts on it in the coming weeks, when we start getting into the actual story!
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Fire Emblem: The Blazing Sword ~ The Binding Blade
Turmoil in Elibe
Book 1
By Makasa Kazuyoshi
Illustrated by Kaneda Eiji
Published by Square Enix
The continent of Elibe, where humans and dragons once lived together…
Located in its eastern region is Sacae.
Several nomadic tribes live there. The young Lyn was raised in the remote plains region as one of the Lorca Tribe.
And overlooking the seas to the west, sandwiched between the Kingdoms of Etruria and Bern, is the Lycia Alliance, a federation of territories each ruled by a Marquess.
There resides Eliwood, son of the esteemed and benevolent Elbert, Marquess of Pherae.
It is also home to Hector, the next-in-line of Lycia’s leading territory, Ostia, and pride of their armored knight regiment.
The start of their journey is also the beginning of the tale of turmoil that shocks all of Elibe.
Color Art
Title Page
Fire Emblem
From “The Blazing Sword” to “The Binding Blade”
Turmoil in Elibe
Book 1
Table of Contents
Part 1: The Blazing Sword
Chapter 1: Footsteps of Fate
Chapter 2: The Small Band of Mercenaries
Chapter 3: Blood of Pride
Chapter 4: Vortex of Strategy
Chapter 5: The Distant Plains
Chapter 6: Birds of a Feather
Chapter 7: Those Who Slither (“False Friends” in localization)
Continent of Elibe
Character Introductions
Fire Emblem: The Blazing Sword Book 1
Characters
(First Half: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5)
Lyn
[Sacae Plains・Swordfighter of the Lorca Tribe]
The main character of the first part of this first story. She is on a journey to improve her swordsmanship skills to avenge her parents.
Kent
[Lycian League・Knight of House Caelin]
Travels to Bulgar, the capital city of Sacae, to meet Lyn.
Sain
[Lycian League・Knight of House Caelin]
Kent’s partner. He can’t help but chat up any woman he sees.
Florina
[Knights of Ilia・Pegasus Knight-in-Training]
Lyn’s friend. She chases after Lyn on her journey. She is a crybaby, and has a fear of men.
Wil
[Lycian Alliance・Traveling Archer]
A young man Lyn meets in a village of Bern. He aids Lyn to chase a group of bandits out of the village.
Dorcas
[The Kingdom of Bern・Powerful Axe Fighter]
A man who joined a group of bandits in order to save up money to buy his ill wife her medicine.
Serra
[Lycian Alliance・Cleric of House Ostia]
A young woman who gets herself involved in Lyn’s battles while traveling home from Bern to Lycia.
Erk
[The Kingdom of Etruria・Mage-in-Training]
A young man employed as Serra’s guard. She bosses him around.
Rath
[Sacae Plains・Bow Knight of the Kutolah Tribe]
Leader of Marquess Araphen’s guard. He aids Lyn, as they are both from nomadic tribes.
Matthew
[?・Mysterious Thief]
A thief who offers to lend his skills to Lyn in Araphen. There seems to be more to him than meets the eye…
Nils
[?・Traveling Troubadour (Bard)]
A small boy who seeks help from Lyn and her allies to save his kidnapped sister. He possesses mysterious powers.
Lucius
[?・Wandering Monk]
He joins Lyn’s Legion to try to help Nils after he is chased out of an inn.
Ninian
[?・Traveling Dancer]
Nils’ older sister. She is being pursued by the Black Fang because she possesses the same strange powers as her younger brother.
Eliwood
[Lycian Alliance・Prince of House Pherae]
A young man Lyn meets in Kathelet. He knows of her lineage, and becomes a powerful ally to her.
Wallace
[Lycian Alliance・General of House Caelin]
A veteran armored knight who returns to the knights to strike down the imposter princess.
Eagler
[Lycian Alliance・Knight Commander of House Caelin]
A paladin who hatches a plan to brand Lyn an imposter.
Hausen
[Lycian Alliance・Duke Caelin]
Lyn’s grandfather. His life is currently being targeted by his heir, Lundgren, who is pursuing his title.
Lundgren
[Lycian Alliance・Heir to Duke Caelin]
Lyn’s uncle. He sends assassins after Lyn so that he will be the one to inherit the throne.
(Second Half: Chapter 6 Onwards)
Eliwood
[Lycian Alliance・Prince of Pherae]
The main character of the latter part of this first story. He sets out on a journey to find his missing father.
Marcus
[Lycian Alliance・Knight in Service to House Pherae]
A senior knight of the Knights of Pherae. He risks his life to guard Eliwood.
Lowen
[Lycian Alliance・Freshly Recruited Knight of House Pherae]
A fresh recruit of the Knights of Pherae. He is being trained personally by Marcus.
Rebecca
[Lycian Alliance・Archer Living in Pherae]
The daughter of the village magistrate of a village in the mountains. She came with Lowen to spread the news of the village being in danger.
Bartre
[The Western Isles・Axe Fighter Who Boasts of His Strength]
Hired as a mercenary by Eliwood while staying at a village in Pherae.
Dorcas
[The Kingdom of Bern・Powerful Axe Fighter]
Bartre’s partner. Currently working away from home as a mercenary to save money for his wife.
Hector
[Lycian Alliance・Next-in-Line of Ostia]
The second main character of the latter half of this first story. As one of Eliwood’s friends, he rushes to his aid as much as he can.
Matthew
[Lycian Alliance・Spy of House Ostia]
He conducts work from the shadows at his lord’s orders. He is working with Hector, having taken a liking to him.
Uther
[Lycian Alliance・Marquess Ostia]
The new marquess of House Ostia, Lycia’s leading power. Hector’s older brother.
Oswin
[Lycian Alliance・Armor Knight of House Ostia]
A loyal retainer of Uther. He travels with Eliwood on his journey to watch over Hector.
Serra
[Lycian Alliance・Cleric of House Ostia]
Travels with Oswin as a medic. A loud and self-absorbed young woman.
Guy
[Sacae Plains・Swordfighter of the Lorca Tribe]
A young man on a journey aiming to become a swordfighter of Sacae. He is indebted to Matthew.
Merlinus
[The Kingdom of Etruria・Traveling Merchant]
A wealthy merchant who travels across each region of the continent. He is attacked by ruffians in Santaruz territory.
Priscilla
[The Kingdom of Etruria・Daughter of Count Caerleon]
A beautiful young woman who travels to Laus in search of the whereabouts of her real family.
Erk
[The Kingdom of Etruria・Mage-in-Training]
He is entrusted as Priscilla’s guard by his magic teacher, but is stopped in Laus.
Elbert
[Lycian Alliance・Marquess Pherae]
Eliwood’s father, who suddenly goes missing in the latter part of this story.
Darin
[Lycian Alliance・Marquess Laus]
A greedy marquess. He is plotting a rebellion against Ostia.
Eric
[Lycian Alliance・Prince of Laus]
Darin’s only son. He was a classmate of Eliwood and Hector’s during their school days.
Helman
[Lycian Alliance・Marquess Santaruz]
He once doted on Eliwood like a son, but gets caught up in the rebellion plot.
Ephidel
[?・Mysterious Man Dressed in Black]
The mastermind controlling both Santaruz and Laus from the shadows. Has golden-colored eyes.
Part 1 - The Blazing Sword
#fire emblem#fe7#fire emblem 7#the blazing sword#fire emblem the blazing sword#fe the blazing sword#fe7 the blazing sword#lyn#lyn's story#nintendo#gba#game boy advance#japan#japanese#translation#novel#light novel#fe7 novelization translation
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We are excited to introduce our next shining star for the Creator Spotlight... @radkoko!
This is a member’s only activity where we reach out to one of the talented people in our community each month to find out all about them and their kakairu creations, and then show them off to the world!
We hope you enjoy learning about Rad & her creations as much as we did. Please give her some love ❤️
Pronouns: She/Her
Type of Creator: Writer & Artist
Where to find her:
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Read the exciting interview below the cut, or on the forum!
If you would like a chance to be in the spotlight too, the only thing you have to do is be a member of the kakairu rocks forum, and be a creator; and we will contact you, ourselves!
1. How long have you been creating KakaIru fanworks?
Over 10 years. First published fic was Dear Captain. I have one older fic on a lost AFF account, that has KakaIru as a background couple, but not sure how much earlier that was, maybe a year or two. My artwork has been a lot more recent, I would draw for fun sometimes, but I started drawing more KakaIru stuff in just the last 3 or so years.
2. What are you working on right now?
A redux of that original fic, now a multi-chapter pirate epic! Ok maybe that’s overselling it, but it’s 13k, and only about half done…
3. What is your favourite trope to create for?
I love hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, and any kind of AU always gets my heart. Also as a specific KakaIru thing, I love Iruka getting to tell Kakashi off, so if there’s any time he can do that, I want to make it happen.
4. Which of your creations is your favourite, and why?
That’s hard, I could say my new fic, but I’ve been talking about that one too much so I’ll go with my Resisting and Giving In pair of fics. It was one of my most ambitious fics and even though it was only for a few weeks I liked leaving a story on a bit of a cliffhanger.
5. Do you have any WIPs you’re excited about?
I said it before but I’ll say it again, Pirates! I’m very excited for this fic, I just gotta finish writing it. I want to share it, but want to get a little further before I start posting so that I don’t leave readers hanging for too long while I finish it up. I guess I do have another in progress fic which is inspired by The Proposal, where Kakashi lies saying that Iruka is his fiancé, when he’s actually just his assistant. And Iruka’s “family” (the Sarutobi’s) find out and they have to come home and fake their relationship for the weekend of Asuma’s birthday party.
6. Do you have any original characters? If so, tell us about them!
No OCs that I use in my KakaIru fics, but I have a character called Kotsuki and I use her as my character/name when I create characters in most video games.
7. What was your hardest piece to create, and why?
Date Me! I loved writing that fic but it was my first Big Bang fic and I’m not really that great on a deadline… I had a first draft already written, otherwise I don’t think I would have finished in time. However it’s still one of my favorite final pieces because one of the first KakaIru artists I started following did a piece for that fic and it just makes my heart happy.
8. Do you have any favourite scenes from something you’ve created?
Maybe a sneak peak from the pirate fic? I have some art that would suit the scene, too.
The storm raged on around them. Waves threatening to tip their vessel. The sky lit up as the lightning danced in the darkened clouds. The crashes of thunder surrounding them, almost deafening.
Iruka steeled himself and ran up to the quarterdeck where the pirate captain was still casually observing the fight.
“Leave my ship alone!” Iruka yelled over the dissonance of activity.
He swung his sword towards the man hoping to catch him off guard, but had no such luck.
Their swords clashed mimicking the thunderous crashes as the lightning sparked around them.
9. Where does your inspiration come from?
Two things really give me inspiration. One is drawings or images people share, I love imagining the story behind that one frame. Second is movies, TV shows, and books; I love taking the same basic plot and thinking of how Kakashi and Iruka would react in a similar situation. Something like Teaching the Impossible was inspired by Jane Eyre, and Date Me! was from a K-Drama called Her Private Life. Both a similar concept, but not necessarily a direct recreation.
10. Which of your creations is the most meaningful to you, and why?
Teaching the Impossible is probably one of the most meaningful, mostly because it was my first big fic after a long break when I was focusing on another fandom. I’d taken a step away from KakaIru and it was the one that brought me back.
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IDK IF I COUNT AS A MUTUAL BUT PLEASE INFORM ME ABT THE AU YOU SPEAK OF,,,,, I’m running out of writing ideas (lie)
basically it's a teen-sitcom-style modern au. title is a work in progress but i've been thinking of writing out myself bc i just think it would be really funny
tankoubon kinda thing with a backing plot [when will the gays get together] but it's mostly just banter: the novel
ages are. idk yet but susato is probably early to mid teens and kazuma/ryuunosuke are late teens [they're deaged bc the 7 year age difference would mean either susato is super young or asoryuus are too old for funnie teen shit]
protag/pov chara is susato bc i think it would be funny. the story starts at some sorta out-of-context asoryuu bit and the whole "freeze. let's rewind to the ACTUAL beginning" thing happens
[exposition below]
a few weeks ago kazuma came back from school after the speech competition he was preparing for for a while. he is absolutely livid. sorta at everything, mostly himself bc he flubbered up the last bit and "Will Forever Bear The Shame On His Shoulders" [basically normal canon]
he starts ranting about how his "guaranteed win" is now no longer guaranteed ["oh that's a shame you're very clear and reasonable about your opinions" "ik susato but let me finish"] and that instead of him some... guy ended up getting the lead instead
this. didn't make him mad actually. he just felt really intense during the whole thing
like yeah he had a good speech and the way he spoke was pleasing to listen to. he has a smooth way of speaking that goes really nicely over the ear. but seriously? he would've totally done better if he didn't fuck up
so then he's like "there is something about him that's sticking out to me and it bothers me because he is [quite literally] SO boring. he bothers me so much and every time i pass by him i have this urge"
"to what?"
"to... i don't know. i think i hate him"
cue susato internal facepalm. "maybe talk to him about it"
"yeah i'll give him a piece of my mind"
and cue next day after school where he does the stupid "why do you speak like that" and ryuu even stupider goes "it's a hobby. speaking fast" and they instantly gel and kazuma never brings ryuunosuke up to susato again until he suddenly comes to their house
to kazuma it's cool bc ryuunosuke wants to see his sword or w/e hey look susato SOMEONE thinks i'm not clinging onto old hopes
but susato is like. "isn't this the guy you wanted to maim and kill two weeks ago"
back to the present. that's all i have down that's clear
i imagine that susato and rei would have regular talks about random things. school, home, other friends, kazuma. eventually this distant fruitiness will ping into susato's head and she'll bring it up to rei
this starts a tumbling snowball where as asoryuus develop more and susahaos keep chitter chattering kazuma and susato realise they gave the gay to each other
they always had suspicions about the other but never themselves
kazuma probably figures it out first though and after that susato is like "shit maybe i do like rei" and then is like "but i'm not a pretty bishounen charmer! how will we ever be more than friends" and pov Susato Goes Masc [ryuutarou]
i literally have no idea what to do with ryuutarou but i'll figure it out
other funny things to include:
ryuunosuke has archery club outside of school on weekends and falls asleep with the guard on hence why he wears it all the time
karuma still exists and is old as balls. idk if kazuma still carries her around all the time bc i don't think you can wave big swords around school hallways [regardless on its family heirloom status] so it's probably in his room somewhere perfectly cared for and regularly used for training
this is 70% of the reason why he has no friends [he is feared or made fun of this is a 50/50 divide]
susato is still a devout fan of herlock sholmes, legendary british detective who is still alive bc yuujin is. there'll probably be a chapter where he comes to [country] and she's super excited and gets her books signed while ryuunosuke casually goes "oh yeah we're good friends he stumbled upon us when asougi passed out" and yuujin is super super casual with sholmes and yeah her dad fucked herlock sholmes
"were all those business trips to the UK because you were fornicating with mr. sholmes answer me honestly"
lastly i imagine asoryuus and susahaos share the same link about super Super gay best friends [ryuu and rei] and their oblivious partners [kazuma and susato]
that's all i have planned. susato would be a wingwoman but honestly kazuma seems fiery enough to stumble into this whole thing by accident and make a whole plan on how to maximise ryuunosuke time bc "the intense feeling hasn't gone away and i need to look through things further" and oh. ohhhhh it's because- pov relationship blossoms.
susahaos are a little more blurry but i want to make them important too it is GUARANTEED [literally susato is the protagonist]
yeah
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Ouma Great War Chronicles - Episode 7: Whatever it Takes to Deliver Us Back
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T/N: There are a lot of sound effects and animations in this episode, and I note some but not all of them to serve as timekeeping landmarks. Some translation notes are included at the end.
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Narrator: For the sake of analyzing the Treasure Chests of Lunacy, Kaida invited Tsubaki as a joint researcher. A few days after this, the trio of Nagao, Genzuki, and Kaida came to the location that Genzuki heard from the God of Blacksmithing was where a Treasure Chest of Lunacy would be placed, to stop the activation of the Treasure Chest of Lunacy, and to catch the culprit who was setting them up.
(demons growl and moan)
Nagao: Oi oi, is this even possible? It’s downright teeming with demons.
Genzuki: Ahaha… We certainly didn’t anticipate this. Will we make it back home alive?
Nagao: Well, I’ll pull off whatever it takes to deliver us back.
Genzuki: Wah, Kei-kun, so cool ─
Nagao: Why was that monotone?
Kaida: Putting jokes aside, if a Treasure Chest of Lunacy is activated in a place like this, it won’t be something to take lightly.
Nagao: It wasn’t a joke, but I agree with the rest. But, as expected, I just can’t settle down. Can I slay them all right now?
Genzuki: I understanding how you’re feeling, but hold it in, Kei-kun. The goal this time is to stop the Treasure Chest of Lunacy from activating, and catch the culprit setting it up.
Nagao: … I know. But they really are teeming.
Kaida: There’s the nature of an exorcist.
Genuki: ! Both of you!
Nagao: Yeah, someone’s coming.
on screen: shadowy figure appears
Kaida: There’s not enough light to see their face clearly...
on screen: a glowing chest
Genzuki: That’s ─!
Kaida: No mistake, it’s a Treasure Chest of Lunacy.
Nagao: Meaning that guy’s the culprit, confirmed. Let’s go –
Genzuki: Wait! If we dash out from here, the demons will notice us too. Let’s move covertly.
Nagao: Then, I’ll go alone. In case of any contingencies, I’m counting on you to have my back.
Kaida: Understood. Be careful.
Nagao: (This guy is well-built… maybe 10 cm taller than me. Against an adversary like this, I must have the first strike – !
??? : …!
Nagao: (What, he noticed me!?)
sfx: whoosh
Nagao: Moreover, he swung a kick!
Genzuki: Kei-kun! Defense talisman!
Nagao: That’s a big help, thanks, Toujirou!
(shadowy figure moves aside)
Kaida: I won’t let you get away. Sui (water), ju (soft), shin (submerge), man (full)… ka (vortex)!
??? : !
Kaida: And from there… Under my family name “Kaida,” call forth jutsu of demon retreat – fu (seal), kai (partition), sho (illuminate), kyo (boundary) ─ mei (hell), zan (rend)! *
??? : …
sfx: slashing
Kaida: A sudden slash!?
Nagao: This guy… he’s fast! He broke through the jutsu with iai technique! **
Kaida: Eh, he drew a sword just now!?
Genzuki: Oh no! The demons have noticed us!
(shadowy figure fades)
Nagao: Tch, so this is as far as we get. I’ll take on the demons! You two retrieve the Treasure Chest of Lunacy!
Genzuki: Got it!
Kaida: Understood!
scene reset (same location)
Kaida: Under my family name “Kaida,” call forth demon-retiring jutsu – sei (restrain), mei (illuminate), atsu (pressure), tai (lull)!
Genzuki: Demon-suppressing talisman!
Nagao: Haaahh!
sfx: slashing; roaring; collapsing
Kaida: Hah, hah… With this, we’ve defeated all the demons, right?
Genzuki: Mn… hah, hah…
Nagao: Hah, hah… Aah, defeating the demons is good and all, but I’m steadily getting more and more frustrated. That guy didn’t even draw his sword… dammit.
Genzuki: Kei-kun…
Kaida: He sensed Nagao’s presence right away, and with just physical skill and raw strength he shook off our techniques. This is no ordinary person.
Nagao: But next time we’ll definitely catch them.
Kaida: Mn.
Genzuki: … (Aside from that, the culprit’s presence seemed to resemble something…)
Narrator: One week later ─ The three of them had a discussion in the cafeteria again.
Nagao: Hah, somehow it feels like the first time in a long while that I’m having a meal at my leisure.
Genzuki: The Exorcism Bureau has been deploying continuously for all this time, huh.
Nagao: Yeah. But things have calmed down recently.
Kaida: Now that you mention it, it does look like no more incidents of mad transformations have happened since then.
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Translation notes
* The final syllable ‘zan’ (kanji: 斬) classically means to execute someone by the slash of a blade. It has a connotation of carrying out righteous judgment.
** Looked this up on Weblio: iai-nuki is an ancient technique of instantly drawing a sword from seated position to cut down an opponent.
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soulmates!
soulmate!au because im weak. you're weak too.
characters: bennett, zhongli, diluc
➡ mentions: barbara, lisa, guizhong, hu tao, kaeya, crepus
warning(s): bennett luck (he gets hurt a lot), wrote this at 2:48am so my writing may or may not make sense
bennett: feels the same emotions from the other, but the emotions have to be strong and genuine
he never understood your sudden bursts of sadness. it would come at the most inconvenient at times.
for as long as he could remember, the emotions that weren't his are mostly sad. he asked his dads about it and gently told him his soulmate system is feeling emotions from the other.
after crying from an unknown pain, he made it his soul purpose to constantly be happy all the time, no matter how unlucky he could be so you can be happy too.
his dads worry when he falls down and scrapes his knee, but he would always reply with, "i'm not hurt! my soulmate is hurt!"
he would then clutch the fabric on his chest tightly, like he's been stabbed with a sword and say, "my soulmate hurts right here."
he heaves a breath, "it doesn't compare to whatever luck i get."
"this pain is bearable," he convinces himself when he comes out a hilichurl camp in cuts and bruises.
"your soulmate needs you to be happy for them," he chastises himself for shedding a tear when another adventurer wronged him.
he visits barbara to heal his wounds and asks how she always looks so... happy, so smiley.
"all it takes is one smile to make yourself happy. it can be a slow process but it works!" she singsongs, "miss lisa showed me a study about it."
ever since barbara explained, he smiles the brightest of smiles in mondstadt. he refuses to let other adventurers let him down, worried he might hurt you more than it is.
soon, he finds out that he feels no sadness coming from you. he feels no weight on his shoulders. he feels happy after Good hunter ran out of food for him.
these are not my emotions, he thinks, a wide grin creeping it's way to his face.
he lets out the loudest laugh, giggles, and various joyous noises. he's never felt so happy in his life. for once, he feels lucky, because for once, you're finally happy in the other end of his invisible red string of fate.
his luck skyrockets when he sees a person around his age, with a gorgeous smile adorning their features. he knows its you, sitting by the fountain making wishes. he knows it's you when he sees your eyes that hold so much emotion.
it was as if his heart was tugging him to where you sat.
he's never felt so lucky to have you as his soulmate.
"thank you giving the best smiles"
zhongli: every time he passes his soulmate, he hears the sounds of bells ringing
now, zhongli never thought he would have a soulmate because of his past title of 'archon.' soulmate systems are a tricky thing. he knows there are so many ways to know your soulmate system.
the common system was their first words tattooed on themselves. many others had the ability to know when they meet them, in other words, a count down.
but zhongli never had those two, nor did he have faith in the soulmate system until the lantern rite festival.
walking by the busy streets, he muses to himself how pretty liyue is under the blanket of the moon and stars. he hears the merchants call to customers, attracting and waving at them to buy their products. he hears the clink of the mora in their bag is loud; the laughter from the children young and old marry a soft smile to his face.
he freezes, hearing something that should not belong in the lantern rite. the sound of bells ringing. it isn't any cow bell, or school bell. it's the sound of echoing, melodious wedding bells ringing his ear.
he vaguely remembers his friend guizhong mentioning about this rare particular soulmate system when she still roamed teyvat.
a soulmate!
zhongli stands straighter, eyes grazing on the sea of people, trying to see if anyone stopped to hear the bells he heard. he mutters a few apologies when people bump into him with lanterns in their hands, but that doesn't matter to him.
fate brought someone for him to love. it's just that... he doesn't know where.
he walks forward, he walks backwards to where he came from. he walks to the docks then to the top of liyue harbour, but he can't hear the sound of the bells again.
he doesn't panic. he doesn't rush, because he knows fate will bring you back together. he just doesn't know how long until he'll hear the bells again.
it came to him a surprise when he hears the bells everyday after that.
everyday when he sits at third-round knockout he hears the sound of bells behind him, but when he turns, he knows you've left already.
he sighs, blowing on his tea before taking light sips. it seems he won't be meeting you today.
one day, the ringing just stops. there's no sign of you, or your presence. zhongli assumes you're just taking a sick day, or you've decided to rest, but after a week of not hearing the bells, he worries.
archons, how he wanted to look for you, but he doesn't even know who you are. hu tao encourages zhongli to take the day off and look for you, so he did.
walking aimlessly in liyue, doubt crosses his mind. what if you were here for a business trip and left? it wasnt until he passes by a stunning figure he hears the bells again. he stiffens and turns to you when you stopped next to him.
"thank goodness," he says, slightly covering his smile with a gloved hand.
your eyes sparkle as you look at him, "thank goodness indeed."
diluc: lost possesions will come to your soulmate
for as long diluc knows, strange things always end up in his possessions: hairclips, pens, coins, and archons forbid- his soulmate's overdue bills.
his father laughs when younger diluc comes home dragging a wagon and the biggest teddy bear in history, because how on teyvat does someone lose a teddy bear taller than a door. crepus watches his son struggling to drag the big toy home and sees his other son pushing the wagon from behind, also struggling.
"what do you have there?"
all the response he gets are grunts. the side of his eyes crinkle with mirth, seeing his two sons having trouble bringing it home.
"father!" diluc calls out with a grin missing two of his front teeth, "i don't know where it came from. it's like it appeared from the sky."
"it actually did fall out of the sky!" kaeya says, "we were at the vineyard and i saw diluc get crushed!"
"i did not get crushed."
"did too," kaeya retaliates, sticking his tongue out.
that was the first time diluc heard of this certain soulmate system. lost things from his soulmate go to his possession; lost things from diluc go to his soulmate's possession.
crepus glances at his boys and gets an idea. he calls for them to follow him, and they do, obediently. he leads them to his room, pulling out a treasure chest full of frilly clothes, dresses, outfits that range from a farmer's outfit to a noblewoman.
"this chest is where your mother kept her favourite things," crepus pulls out a necklace from the bottom of the case. "this necklace was particularly her favourite."
diluc can see why. he's mesmerized by the ruby sparkle it hangs. the gold chain complimenting the red jewel and making it complete.
crepus clutches the necklace, looking at it longingly before placing it back in the chest. he places out all the old clothes from the container and lays it on his bed.
"you can keep your soulmate's things here like i once did. your pops is getting too old anyway, i-"
kaeya interrupts crepus jumps on the clothes that are on the bed, creating a havoc in the room. he jumps on the bed with so much energy even after diluc tells him about the story of the 5 little monkeys jumping on the bed.
though, crepus is having none of that. he picks up diluc by his small arms and flings him to kaeya, looking like a bowling ball knocking down a pin. the two boys gasp for air, shooting dirty looks at their father before they chase him out of the house.
the corner of diluc's mouth twitch up ever so slightly, remembering when he first knew of his soulmate. it would take a very observant person to notice his smile. he polishes the glass behind angel's share's counter. under the filtered sunlight, the glass glints. satisfied with the cleanliness.
the chest his father game him was fill of trinkets his soulmate had lost over the years, and good grief. his soulmate must be the most disorganized person ever. he remembers walking to dawn winery and a sack of mora drop on his feet. it wasn't a pleasant feeling, but the thing that has diluc worried is how his soulmate tends to lose the biggest things like a 7-foot-tall teddy bear.
diluc is about to place the wine glass on a cupboard until SMACK.
a thick paper hits his face from seemingly nowhere and so he knows that is his soulmate losing the tenth thing for the day. he has a room dedicated for the things his soulmate has lost, and he thinks he might need a second room.
he pulls the paper off his face and his eyes widen in shock. this two-inch thick paper are legal documents. loan agreements. overdue loan agreements.
[Name] [Last Name]
he notes the name in his head. [Name] owes the fatui 35 thousand mora as interest. what kind of reckless person- then it hits his mind. that sack of mora that fell from the sky was that 35 thousand to pay off the loans.
he knows where to go. he leaves the wineglass on the counter for charles to pick up and hastily grabs his coat and leaves the door.
"liyue, liyue, liyue, and the fatui." he chants in his head. loans. he greets his maid before ascending to his room. he snatches the mora that dropped on his feet and sprints out the door to retrieve his stallion.
a few hours at most to make it to where his fated partner was at, and so he sets off.
arriving at liyue is strange, seeing diluc's attire did not match the city, and seeing his hands are holding the reins of his horse tightly. a strange traveler from a foreign land... with a majestic stallion. he looks like a prince straight out of a fairytale.
he lightly pats his horse, urging to go a bit faster from the trotting they were doing until he meets the gaze of a distressed person in front of the fatui.
"i swear! i had the money and the papers just today!"
diluc scoffs, knowing who they were now, and they did not have the money today. they lost it a week ago.
"listen," the masked fatui grumbles. "im just here to do my job. if i don't have the money in my hands right now i'll-"
diluc jumps off the saddle and unloads the sack of mora from the side, dropping it on the fatui's hand with a seething glare, yet still polite.
"i believe they owe you 35 thousand? sounds about right, no?" he says, letting his diplomatic side show a bit. "for the sake of it, why not amuse me and take this, david. hmm?"
the fatui goes rigid, hearing his name. he slowly lifts his eyes up, "master diluc." he curtly nods and skittishly walks away. one time david spilled drinks at a mondstadt political gathering. he spilled it on diluc.
the ragnvindr waits for the fatui to walk away before turning to his, supposedly love of his life.
"you're the one who lost a 7-foot-tall teddy bear when i was six," he points out, waiting for your response.
his soulmate sheepishly smiles, "well- i would have a good defense but hey, did you at least enjoy having a 7-feet-tall teddy bear fall on you?"
"i did, along with a glass mug falling on me as well."
"i just cant believe how you never lose your stuff!" they retort, "the only thing i got was a missing tooth from you."
the tip of diluc's ears turn the same colour as his hair, but still wears a stoic expression. "i'm diluc ragnvindr," he greets, slightly bowing his head.
"and i'm yours"
part 2: with ganyu, kaeya and thoma
#genshin impact#genshin#genshin impact x reader#genshin headcanons#bennett#zhongli#diluc#diluc x reader#zhongli x reader#bennett x reader#diluc ragnvindr
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𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬
dreamwastaken x reader
Dream and Y/n have been dating for almost 1 year and moved in together at their 7 months mark. But chat didn’t need to know that. Neither did your friends. Y/n and Dream wanted to keep their lives private, until now.
“Oi Clay, wanna tell people we’re dating?”
“Yeah sure, let’s make it fun tho” Dream said with a devilish grin. “When the other is streaming, you may drop any hints. If they find out in my stream you win, vice versa. Winner gets anything from the loser.” He is now sticking one finger in the air and chest out.
“Deal!” They shake hands, after he didn’t let go. He pulls her into him and places a kiss on her lips. Giggles slipping thru her lips.
“Good luck, I’m going to stream first.” He leaves after pressing another kiss to her lips and walks to his recording room.
“Ok- WAIT YOU DIDNT DO A FACE REVEAL ITS NOT FAIR!” Y/n is now pouting but laughs at her boyfriend’s silly antics. Let the games begin.
DREAM’S STREAM
Dream was streaming some timed speed runs while george, sap, and bad. As Dream was looking for the fortress, he got a donation notification from “dream’s sugar baby” with $100. He was too focused on killing blazes and the tts reads the message.
“Come to bed bb” He freezes. The boys were laughing at the donation while Dream was to busy calming down the red creeping up his face. At the moment, he didn’t hear someone join the call.
“Hey guys!”
“Y/N!! Guess what happen!”
“Dream is a sugar daddy!”
“George she was supposed to gues-”
“Oh that donation was me-”
“WHAT” They cut the girl off as the call goes silent.
“Dream’s your sugar daddy???” This brought said boy back to reality.
“AHAHAHA you guys are so gullible, Dream spent this much money on me before, i just want to repay him.” She says in a genuine voice, but her evil smirk negates what she said.
“Uhm guys thanks for watching! I have to go bye!” Dream ended his stream faster than a bullet. He leaves the call and rushes to his girlfriend’s recording room. Luckily she left the call before the others could her her door slam open with a very red Clay. “Wha-wh” She laughs and walks up to him placing a kiss on his cheeks.
“That’s a point for me” patting his chest and walking past to get started on dinner.
Y/N - 1 DREAM-0
NEXT DAY - Y/N’S STREAM
Y/n is a builder on the dream smp and works along with sam, awesamdude. They were currently working on the Tommyinnit Hotel. When she was adding the final touches to the outside of the hotel. A donation pops up.
“Calliewasfound donated $5, Are you and dream a thing or is it just a bit?” Read the tts.
“Callie thank you for the $5, it’s just a bit” She went back to building, going to the top of the scaffolding. A few seconds after a new dono was read.
“Y/N’s Sugar Daddy donated $500, just a bit, that’s not what it sounded like last night” y/n choked on air, accidentally falling off the scaffolding.
“Y/N?!?” Sam exclaimed as he came down to place his friend’s items in a chest.
“D-dream thank you for the dono, uhm” By now her chat was teasing her seeing how her face cam caught her expressions. Only she can hear Clay’s loud laugh boom through the house.
“Y/n are you okay? What happened?” Sam voiced with concern.
“Yeah just- this dono threw me off”
“Oh ok, well your stuff in this chest”
“Yeah thanks Sam” For the rest of the stream she couldn’t focus. Sure what he did got her as bad as she got him but she’s still not used to his flirty persona. When she ended the stream she ran to their shared bedroom and jumped into his chest, knocking the wind out of him.
Y/N-1 DREAM-1
Y/N NEXT STREAM (because Dream doesn’t stream :)
It was a chill stream today, she planned to build a house for herself on the smp. After settling for building a house and a few villager homes far away from the smp to avoid any griefing. She started her build and waited for the questions to roll in. A few minutes into the stream, she heard her bathroom door in her recording room open. Out of frame, Clay walks out with just a towel around his waist and hair wet from his shower.
“What are you do-” She was cut off by a pair of green boxers being thrown over her face. Followed by the sound of feet running out the door, closing with a click. She quickly removes the boxers, showing her red face. The only thing heard from the stream is her background music.
“sappymamas donated $5, who was that?”
‘shit’ “That was— my roommate! Yup just my roommate” Y/n says with an awkward smile. Then her door opens again.
“Just a roommate huh?”
“C-cla” before she can finish a hand out of frame grabs her jaw and chin pulling her into a passionate kiss. His shirtless top showing off his muscles. Chat was going crazy. Not only did they find out that the young streamer was taken, they believe that her boyfriend was the owner of the Dream smp.
“mushroomgeorge donated $10, Is that Dream?!” She decided to turn off her mic and camera as Clay watches in amusement. Quickly she apologizes to her chat saying she’ll finish building offline and ends the stream early. Oh this will be a pain to explain.
Y/N-1 DREAM-2
It’s all gone. A few weeks later after finishing her village, she comes back to see it all burnt to the ground and tommy holding a bucket of lava. Being on call with the dream team, wanting to show them her new build. George and Nick were angry. She told the two that she built each of them a house if they wanted to stay over. Both boys whip out their diamond sword and crossbow. Dream was quiet. He looked at his girlfriend’s stream to see that she is almost in tears. He remembered how excited she was to show him their new house in her village, a dog named after hers and a cat named after patches.
“Tommy.”
“Hey Big D!”
“What are you doing.” Dream whipped out his enchanted axe
“I saw this ugly village and wanted to burn it do- WHAT THE FUUUCKKKK!!”
Tommyinnit was slain by Dream with [Y/N PROTECTION SERVICES]
“YEAHHH LETS GOOOOOO”
“POGGGGG”
George and Sap cheer.
“If you get near me or my girlfriend again Tommy. You will lose your last life. I promise you that.” Dream says walking away
“WAIT WHAT??” The people on the call break out of character as they find out that their suspicions of the two were true. Y/n’s character comes into view as he sees her crouching near a burnt down house of what he assumed to be their house. He slowly walks up to her and drops her favorite flower in front of her named “my heart”.
“Let’s get started shall we?” She nods in game and irl and they head off together to start gathering materials. With the help of sap and george who are still trying to get an answer from the couple who continues to ignore them.
“Wait dream, it was you who threw their boxers to her face?” Sap wheezes as he brings back what happened in the stream a few weeks ago.
They managed to finish a few hours later. Grabbing an item frame, Y/n places it above her bed with the flower she received from Dream. Out of nowhere, Clay comes in and places a bed right next to hers.
“Hold on.” She quickly runs out and a few minutes comes back with a poppy in hand. “Here.” She drops the flower in front of him and he basically melts at the name.
“I love you too Y/n”
“Hehe” now it’s her turn to melt seeing him put a frame and the flower up. The couple completely forgetting about the other two in the call.
The bet was all forgotten about as they slept through the night next to each other.
BONUS
“Clayyyyy,Tommy’s trying to take our flowers.” Y/n pouted as she watched Tommy’s stream, heading towards her village.
“Don’t worry. I got this.” He places a kiss on her forehead after typing something quickly on his phone.
“Alright chat, the plan is to steal the flowers and force them to trade it with the discs.”
Sapnap joined the game
Georgenotfound joined the game
Dream joined the game
“What you doing tommy?”
Tommyinnit was shot by GeorgeNotFound with [PROTECT Y/N]
Georgenotfound left the game
“WHAT GEORGE THAT WASNT THE PLAN” Dream wheezes out.
“I’m tired, and colorblind”
Dream left the game
Walking out of his recording room into their bedroom to see his lover sprawled on the bed facing up. He grabs her ankles and pulls her to the edge of the bed. Hovering over her small frame.
“Just to let you know, I won the bet.”
“Oh yeah? What do you want big boy?”
“You already know…” his voice trails off as they both lean in to meet in the middle.
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Imagine Thorin before The Unexpected Journey
a/n: early release draft, I’ll probably edit more later!
You were never one to fall for the brooding type, but there was no stopping for the inevitable.
The dwarves showed up out of nowhere. They were passing through Gondor on their way to Dunland where Thror, Thrain, and Thorin had decided that place was their best option. Many of their following had dwindled, most headed for the Blue Mountains or the Iron Hills. Dunland was a place of no importance, it was just a place for them to seek refuge. They had no plans of staying there, for the true goal was to take back their home, Erebor. Though a plan like that already had people grimacing for the bloodshed was still fresh and the loss was many. How could they overcome a beast that had defeated them so easily on their own home front.
They needed allies, they needed help, not from men, and definitely not from the elves, but from their own people, dwarves assisting other dwarves. That is what Thorin thought anyways. But with supplies running low and spirits at an all time downward spiral, they would have to start from the ground up.
About a month after the traveling dwarves had passed through Gondor and finally settled into the neighboring Dunland, Thorin seeked out work. The big city was the best place to look for it, though no one cared about the tragedies a person had been through, if you had no talent or skill, you wouldn’t find a job. Luckily dwarves were brimming with skills and their expertise was known for crafting weapons. The grandson of the King Under the Mountain, became a blacksmith of Gondor for the sake of putting food on the table. He had a perpetual frown on his face as if it was engraved there permanently.
He had all the reason to be, rumors spread fast in Gondor of what had happened to the dwarves and the almighty Smuag, the terror of their lifetime. Everyone was afraid of what the dragon would do next. Most thought that the dwarves would bring it with them somehow, as if they carried bad luck. So Thorin was well aware of how much the people of Gondor didn’t want him there. He wasn’t wanted anywhere. But the skills he possessed as a smith kept his employer from kicking him to the curb like others had done before.
“Another fine piece of weaponry Thorin. The next order is a pair of long swords,” grunted Izec the chief blacksmith of the establishment that Thorin worked for. Sweat ran down Thorin’s forehead as he leaned back to stretch out from the hammering position he had been in. His back ached, he had been finishing up the fine details of his last assignment, the entirety had taken three days, the last five hours he had just completed. He was tired and in need of a break. But Thorin liked pushing himself past that point nowadays. He didn’t really care much about his body at all, he was angry all the time, and it felt good to hammer down something that would bend to his will. If only other things in his life went that way…
“Take a lunch and be back before long, ya hear?”
Thorin only gave a nod as he wiped the sweat from his hands onto his pants as he took his leave from the shop. It was midday in Gondor and people were everywhere. The weather was hot and stuffy, no summer time breeze in the air, Thorin guessed it was just his luck. He had eaten at a couple of stands in the past, the food men served were at least better than elves but it was nothing like home. Weaving through the crowds, he ignored the glances he got, it wasn’t exactly rare to see a dwarf in Gondor but this was definitely the birthplace of men.
He hadn’t been to this particular meal stand before, he was complacent enough to try it since the others hadn’t left a lasting impression for him to seek them out. He just wanted a good, quick meal to regain his strength and head back to work.
“What’ll it be?” Thorin had to take a slight step back to take in the whole menu. “Roast will do.” His response was a curt reply, quick and ready to move on. “7 shillings,” you matched his reply, not really wanting to drag out the conversation either. This was only business after all. Out came a pouch from one of his pockets as he gathered the correct amount. You hadn’t exactly been looking directly into his eyes, just glancing over everything else about him.
He was dirty, a hard working dwarf. Long dark hair, that was thick but not matted. He took care of himself or at least his hair. His cheeks had what looked like dirt or maybe ash from a fire. Dwarves were usually blacksmiths around here so you took an educated guess. “You work with Izec?” you hadn’t intended to ask out loud but it seemed you couldn’t help yourself. There was a reason for asking after all.
Thorin met your gaze, ice cold irises told you one thing. That he wanted his meal and to be left alone. “Yes.” The one word reply, a clear warning to not ask anymore questions. “I’ve placed an order for a piece of metal myself..” it was a low response from you as you had gauged his reaction. He didn’t seem curious or to care about the details of what you had ordered at Izec’s. With that you gave him his meal and he gave you the shillings.
“Thanks.” He was gone, not stopping at any of the nearby tables set up to sit and eat. You watched as he parted ways, and wondered if he would come to your stand another day. Such cold eyes, you had the feeling he wouldn’t. Lunch hour was busy, and more customers took up your thoughts and as soon as the dwarf had came he disappeared from your mind.
A week passed before Thorin decided he had a particular craving. He had thoroughly enjoyed the roast from last time, and had wanted to stop by again. He had lasted a week only because he did not wish to be remembered, he simply wanted the good food and nothing more. Chitchat could wait until after he had reclaimed Erebor. But Thorin found that you simply couldn’t just hand him over the meal without at least one question being asked.
“How’s work?”
“What’s it like being a smith?”
“What do you think of Gondor?”
“You must really like roast, would you like to try our roasted chicken?”
No matter the angry stares or the frustrated sighs, Thorin would respond begrudgingly to each question. He liked the chicken now too, and from the four more times he had stopped by (on different days of course) it was quite apparent that this was his favorite food stand now. Because of the appetizing meals. Not because of your curious brown gaze. Our the sprinkle of freckles that were cast across your face. You had steady hands too, careful in passing and gentle in receiving. The few times your fingers had touched when he had exchanged his money had given him surprising chills. Your touch was quite cold and felt foreign from his hot temperatures.
It was getting a little easier to talk with one another. But Thorin didn’t make it to where it was ever a fluent conversation. He was only here for one thing after all. “Do you eat at Izec’s?” You decided to use up your one question on that this time. If you had counted right this would be your fifteen encounter and you still hadn’t caught his name, they just had so many other interesting things to know first, but you were getting pretty curious about that particular piece of info.
“Yes.” Thorin nodded, and the exchanged of meal for money transpired. You decided you weren’t satisfied, “Well isn’t it a bit stuffy to eat in there?” Thorin had taken one step away, “Sometimes” he agreed, not very happy that this was turning into more than the one usual question. “Well you could eat by the stand.. I give out complementary bread to my customers who do.” This was a lie, but maybe some enticing fresh bread would make him stay a little longer. “Maybe next time…” He wasn’t buying it, or maybe he wasn’t that hungry, or maybe he didn’t want to answer anymore questions. Whatever the reason, he was gone before you could talk him into it further.
Your sigh was obvious as it was loud.
“Maybe he’s just not into ya”
Your eyes immediately rolled, “Can it Howser.” The neighboring stand was a flower seller. He sold beautiful orchids when in season. But he was terribly nosy. “Well I’m just sayin, he’s only ever given you one-worded responses. Can’t get much dryer than that!” He laughed to himself at your misery. It was true you were getting nowhere in the sense of progress. Progress in what exactly? You weren’t entirely sure, maybe you could admit you had a crush on the recluse dwarf. “Any ideas then? I’ve tried to point out at least my interest,” you glumly stated, not wanting this to turn into some laughing stock at your failures.
“How about giving up?” Howser laughed, and the laughingstock it was. You glared at him as he tried to choke back his giggling. “Thanks.” You answered sarcastically and stopped paying attention to him, to which he tried to offer real advice but was left to be ignored.
Maybe giving up would become an option if the dwarf never came back. But he did come back, and it no longer took a week in between his visits. It was more frequent which had him occupying your thoughts more than the usual. The only thing that didn’t change was how uninterested he seemed in you. Which had Howser teasing you as soon as the dwarf departed. The game of chase felt like forever until that one fateful day.
It was a Tuesday afternoon, the sun taking its course to the west. It was unusual for the dwarf to come so late and even more unusual for him to be carrying a package. “What’s th-“ Your words were cut off with the thud of the item being placed on your counter. “Your order.” Thorin replied, already knowing the answer to the unfinished question. Izec was well acquainted with most in Gondor, which made him a good businessman. But once Thorin had told him about your stand and how good the food was, it was now tasked to him to deliver the finished product.
“Thank you for bringing them, you didn’t have to,” Thorin didn’t say anything as he had been told to do so it wasn’t like he was doing you a favor. With the silence, you decided to tear the parcel excited to see the results. Two beautifully slender long swords were revealed to you. Your breath was sucked in as you saw the fine lines and detailed swirls,
“Is it to your liking?”
This was the first question, he had ever asked to you. Just that had your heart rate accelerating. You assumed he had not only brought it to you, but had been the one to create such refinery. “It is, absolutely.” You beamed and he nodded, “To what name can I thank for such hard work?” You figured now was as good as anytime to finally ask the burning question. He was a mystery man, a stranger with no name, and you couldn’t continue to go on like such.
“Thorin.” He answered and had thought to himself that you had already known since most in Gondor knew from the rumors. “Thank you Thorin, I will treasure them.” He was never one for smiles, but somehow you knew he was at least proud of his work, and satisfied in knowing that you would be the one the wield them. You were positively optimistic in thinking that things would only get better with the two of you from here as he walked away. You let him go with no questions trailing him. With his back turned he held up his hand in departure, you couldn’t hold back your grin.
“Until next time,”
#the hobbit#jrr tolkien#there and back again#dwarves#dwarf#thorin imagine#thorin x you#thorin fic#thorin oakenshield#erebor#hobbit fanfiction#fan fic#imagine
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this one is for@mistkissedmoon a lil more Dad!Constantine with a ft. from Jason Blood and John would be so terrible at taking care of ppl but still like really care, so I hope I captured that feeling in this
“This was your big emergency?”
Jason Blood gave a blank stare to the British man across from him.
He didn’t usually just drop everything to attend to someone; especially if that person was John Constantine, but ever since the exorcist decided to take care of the Gem of Scath he proposed it would be a good idea for John to keep him on speed dial.
He didn’t actually expect John to use said number.
Constantine was a demon expert in his own right. Jason believed that he was right to assume that the only reason his help would be sought after was only if the apocalypse had begun.
He felt a nerve in his temple twitch in annoyance (and, ashamedly in disappointment).
It's just that when John rang him and pressed for him to come to the House of Mystery, he had simply been expecting more...destruction. Maybe some blood and fire raining from the sky, the earth itself cracking open to release eldritch horrors of all kinds or even complete ripping of the fabrics of reality.
Anything along those lines would have justified his presence being required, but instead, he was met with-
“achoo!”
Jason looked down at the small form below him.
The spawn of evil incarnate was smaller than he thought it would be. If one ignored the glowing red gem wedged into its forehead, it could easily fool for another harmless 7-year old girl.
Especially as it laid half-dazed in its bed, staring up at the ceiling in a lucid trance. With only half its face poking out from under their star themed blanket, it sniffled pitifully due to the snot dripping out its flushed nose.
The room was perfectly mid-temperature, but the child has so drenched in sweat that even the towel on top of its forehead had over-soaked but yet it still shivered as if it was below -0 degrees.
Was the level of the child’s symptoms extreme? Yes.
Was it worth calling him for? Definitely not.
The daughter of Trigon was sick, yes, but it was obviously just the flu.
“That’s what I‘ve been saying.”
Jason turned to the source of the voice—a young woman stood in the doorway and held a tray of what seemed to be cups and bowls.
John had introduced her as Zed and he had just assumed they were in a relationship— to focused on the assumed threat to try to examine their personal lives.
Maybe he should’ve guessed this excursion would be a waste of time by Zed’s expressions. When he arrived she had shot him nothing but apologetic looks. At first, Jason believed the worst laid behind the doors he was led to but as he now knows, that was not the case.
“That idiot thinks it’s some paranormal curse,”, Zed huffed as she sent a glare at the blond man who began to try and defend himself.
“It's been weeks and she's still under the weather. You think Beelzebub gets the bloody sniffles?!”
“But a child of her age would! Especially one who reads in the tub and doesn't dry her hair before going outside in August,” Zed rolled her eyes as she spoke as if the answer was obvious—and they were, "maybe if you stopped treating her as the destroyer of worlds and instead as a 7-year-old, you won't have wasted the poor guys time."
Jason couldn't help but internally agree with her words.
John continued his defence, "All I'm saying is when I got a cold, I just carried on with my day maybe a bit foggy up there but hardly half-dead like Blackbird over 'ere."
Another eye roll from Zed was the only reply.
Approaching them, she extended the tray towards Jason. He gave a look at the cup of tea and noticed it seemed to be next to another 'sweat towel' in a bowl, he cringed a little before rejecting the offer.
Zed just shrugged before dropping the tray onto a side table and drinking the cup herself. Taking a seat at the edge of the bed, her gaze was soft as she stared down at the child, her hands ran through the child short dark tresses in a comforting manner.
Jason studied how she gently cupped the back of the Gem of Scath’s head and raised it, picking up a cup of water from the side and bringing it to the demon’s mouth and it drank with obedience.
The more Jason watched, the less he could even continue to refer to this child as a demon.
Etrigan was a demon—looked like one too.
How could he use the same term he'd use to describe the bastard in him, to describe this tiny looking thing before him? And though he could sense the hellish magic pouring out of her, for now, she was harmless.
"Alright, summon him out."
John's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He gave him a perplexed look before asking, "Excuse me?"
"Etrigan. Your demon buddy," the way John looked and spoke, you could tell he saw no issue with his request, "Just wanna confirm from a primary source whether if this is something worse or natural way of life."
Jason was flabbergasted, 'was this why he was called?!'
John sighed.
Actually looking peeved by Jason's confusion.
To the side, he heard Zed's chuckle as she began to switch the towels on the girls head, "told you he wouldn't do it."
"Oh bog off," John retorted back before turning back to him and placing a hand on Jason's shoulder, "Listen, it's either you or I visit ol' Luci and I'm simply not really...eager to have that encounter. So do me a favour here, and just bloody say the rhyme."
Jason looked at the hand on his shoulder like it was a parasite before smacking it off. Taking a breath to compose himself, he turned to the exorcist, " I assure you, there is nothing Etrigan can assist you with that I cannot also offer."
"A huge fuck-off sword?"
Jason glared, "Let me see the child," he spat—obviously ignoring the previous statement.
John put his hands up in surrender before indicating with a turn of his head to the child who had actually risen during their conversation and was now sitting upright—well, slouched and she was staring half-lidded at the wall with the only sign she was awake being her harsh breaths.
He bent down as to be in her level of sight and stuck his hand out, "Hello, my name is Jason Blood, you must be..." "Raven." "-yes, thank you, Zed. They tell me you are a bit under the weather?"
Jason realized halfway that he never learnt the girl's name and had simply just been referring to her as the Gem of Scath. He felt a tinge of guilt for his rudeness, but the dazed stare the girl gave him was confirmation that she was barely conscious enough to even notice.
He also realized it was ridiculous to try to shake a child's hand and was bout to retract it when he felt a pair of smaller ones latch onto his fingers.
Looking up he met a sleepy pair of amethyst eyes trying to focus on him, "N-n-nwot sick...jus-jhwust..uh sleepy and...cwold," with a voice that was softer than a whisper, plus the slurring of her words due to the fever, she was basically incomprehensible.
He was going to try and retract his hand again when he felt something soft come in contact with it. He looked down to see that she had placed her face in the palm of it and wrapped around it like a snake.
With a single muttering of, "...warm...like hellfire", she fell asleep with his hand still under her.
He looked at Constantine.
Not really sure what to do, but the con-man only grinned before giving him a tap on the back, "Good lad Jason, put her to sleep. Even I couldn't do that, let alone Etrigan. Guess I'll leave it to you."
And with that, Zed and John stood up and began to exit the room.
Jason was still in shock to even speak; so before he realized what they were doing, they already switched off the lights and closed the door with a soft click.
He simply stared into the darkness, the only illumination being the moon and stars outside.
Sighing, looked down at the fiend holding his hand prisoner and contemplated yanking her off. She was small. it would incredibly easy to flick her away and then he could simply depart home...but then he felt a squeeze.
As if the girl sensed his thoughts, she clung harder onto his limb like it was a lifeline.
She looked truly at peace right now; her harsh breaths were now nothing but puffs and she was less...sweaty. Demon spawn or not, the girl was no more vulnerable than a newborn fawn at the moment. Jason just didn't have the heart to disturb her peace for his own gain.
Another sigh could be heard in the silent room.
'Maybe an hour longer won't hurt but after that, never accept a favour for John Constantine again.'
hope you like it, feels weird writing characters that aren't just raven and my other faves, hope I didn't make anyone ooc
#raven dc#raven teen titans#john constantine#zed martin#john x zed#dad!constantine#constantine & raven#dc comics#raven fanfiction#jason blood#etrigam the demon
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Rise of the Demon King ~ Epilogue
Rise of the Demon King
Fic: Multi Chapter
Paring: MC x Everyone (Mostly Lucifer)
Type: Angst with a Happy Ending
Total Word Count: 26,758
TW: Major Character Death, Reader gets stabbed with a sword through their chest so..., Abusive Parents, Past Child Abuse, Demon Hunters, Loss of Control
Summary: You’ve done it. You’ve finally done it. You’ve managed to anger the demon king. Now you hold your head high as he hands down your sentence.
AO3 Portal: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27065362
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I spent that night cuddled close to Lucifer. After I bathed, he tended to my injuries and wrapped my upper back where my top set of wings once were. We layed in bed together, Lucifer holding me protectively against him as we fell asleep to the sound of our heartbeats, beating in sync.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CHAPTER 13 - Epilogue (3514 words)
“Mmm, Lu?”
Gingerly, I opened my eyes. I had woken up to the feeling of someone nuzzling the side of my neck. Opening my eyes, I found that we had shifted into a spooning position in our sleep. His arms were wrapped around my waist and my hands were clasped over his. Lucifer was still asleep, holding on to me tightly. Carefully, I turned over to face him. His expression was relaxed. Sleep melted away any forehead creases making him look infinitely younger. His lips parted ever so slightly as his hair fell over his face, framing it just right. Carefully, as not to wake him, I lifted my hand to tuck some loose strands behind his ear and pecked him on the cheek. Being the notoriously light sleeper he is, Lu stirred at the movement.
“Good morning Lu”
“Mmm, good morning love”
“Did you sleep well?”
“Mhm.”
Lucifer opened his eyes. The soft morning glow of the Devildom moon cast a soft light over him masking the demonic entity next to me in a celestial glow. His eyes were soft and docile, sleep still apparent. Not wanting to ruin the moment, but also not wanting to miss breakfast and see the rest of the brothers again, I started to shift away.
“Come on Lu, it’s time to get up.”
“No. Just a little longer.”
Lucifer immediately tightened his hold on me and buried his face into my chest. Letting out a small laugh, I brought my hand to his head and started stroking his hair. He sighed and leaned into my touch.
“I’d love to stay in bed longer, but if we do that, Beel would eat everything.”
Lucifer muttered something into my chest before pulling away and placing a kiss on my forehead.
“We wouldn’t want that now would we? Come, let me change your dressings, then we’ll go.”
It was then I remembered that I didn’t exactly have anything to wear.
“Um, Lu? What am I supposed to wear?”
Lucifer was already across the room getting the first aid supplies and a change of clothes out of the closet. He laid them out in front of me as I sat up. Spying the outfit, I realized it was my own, the one I would always wear when Lucifer and I spent our limited alone time.
“Lu? Why do you have my clothes in your closet?” I asked with a raised eyebrow as he started removing my dressings and cleaning the wounds. A small blush appeared at my question.
“It’ll be about 2 weeks before these fully heal.”
“Lucifer, you’re avoiding my question.”
“It will take you a little longer to learn how to fly with 2 pairs of wings instead of your usual 3.”
I caught Lucifer’s hand in my own. He averted his gaze away from mine, his blush intensifying.
“Lucifer.”
“I-I couldn’t let you go. These reminded me of you, so I kept them. We still have most of your stuff in the catacombs. I just wanted these for myself.”
When he finished, he was looking anywhere but my face. I held his hand and cupped a cheek with my other hand, gently turning him to face me. I leaned up and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“You missed.” Lucifer looked at me with his signature smirk on his face.
I put a finger on my cheek and tilted my head. “I did? Huh, that’s strange I never miss.”
Leaning up, I placed a kiss on the opposite corner.
“Now you’re just teasing me.”
I giggled. “Yup. Now come on, we better get down there before Beel eats everything.”
~Dining Room~
Lucifer entered the room first, announcing that they had a visitor that would be staying with them.
“Ooh, really? Yay! Another Spa mate!” Asmo clapped his hands excitedly.
“Great, I don’t have time for another normie.” Levi went back to his switch not caring.
Belphie was half awake and not really caring, giving the barest hint of acknowledgement.
“Who are they?” Satan asked, putting his book down.
“Well, we have met before. It would be quite awkward to have to introduce myself a second time.”
I stepped around from behind Lucifer and looked to the brothers sitting at the dining table. Pin. Drop. Silence. A full second went by before I found myself under a pile of demons.
“Y/N! You’re back!”
“Y/N, I can’t believe this!”
Asmo clung tightly to me, practically bawling his eyes out. Belphie was clinging to my other side with Beel wrapping his arms around both of us. Levi was hugging me from behind, pressing his cheek into my back. Satan waited by Lucifer for his turn while Mammon was still standing there in shock.
“G-guys! I missed you too but I still need to breathe!”
“Alright everyone, Y/N is still sore from their fall. I know you’re all excited to have them back, but give them some room.”
After Lucifer got his brothers off me, I went and gave Satan a tight hug.
“Welcome home kitten.”
“It’s good to be home.”
After letting go of Satan, I made my way to Mammon.
“It’s really you, ain’t it treasure?”
“Come on Mammoney, who else would I be?”
Mammon lowered himself to my level and tucked his head into the crook of my neck, holding on to me.
“Ya dumb human.”
“Not human anymore I’m afraid.”
“That’s right! Darling, can we see your demon form please? I’m sure you look absolutely stunning!”
“Not really much of a demonic form Asmo, but, well, you’ll see.”
I stepped away from Mammon as the rest of the brothers backed up to give me some room. I rolled my shoulders feeling a swirl of magic surround me as I unfurled my wings and let my Nephalem form (A/N: That’s what I’m calling it. Don’t like it, too bad 🙃). I looked up at the shocked look on the brother's face.
“You look stunning kitten.”
“Your halo. It’s beautiful darling!”
“You look just like him.”
“I know Beel. I don’t know why my halo stayed. You guys can touch it, but Satan, I don’t know if you can yet.”
“Y/N’s halo repels demons but doesn’t have an effect on beings that once held, or have traces of grace within them. Since you are born from me, you might have some trace, but we shouldn’t risk it. For now, just avoid touching it Satan.”
“Will do, although I am curious. When the rest of you fell, your halo’s broke off and your uniforms changed completely, so why is it that Y/N’s outfit stayed Celestial, albeit with their colours, and they kept their halo, even if it is now a ring of black fire?”
“I wish I knew Satan, although it might have something to do with my decision to willingly fall instead of being cast out by force.”
Satan opened his mouth to say something but before he could, Beel’s stomach decided to make a guest appearance.
“What, we stopped breakfast for this?”
“Alright big boy, let’s eat, we can invite Dia and Barb and talk about this afterwards.”
“Dad. What’s going on, and who's this?”
I turned to the doorway where the voice came from. I looked as a young demon woman walked into the room. Her long black hair was braided down her shoulder. Serene coloured eyes looked me up and down. She wore a simple outfit consisting of dark blue denim tights with a white v-neck shirt, a black cropped jean jacket, and a pair of knee-high combat boots.
“Who are you?” She asked again with her hands on her hip, eyes pinned on me.”
I turned around to face the brothers.
“Alright spill. Who’s the father?” I looked at the brothers with an equally pinning gaze as all eyes looked to Satan.
“That would be me. Mezu, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is my daughter Mezu.”
“You had a kid and didn’t tell me?!”
“When could I have done that? We literally found out you were alive not 3 minutes ago. Mezu, Y/N here is an old friend of ours. They were the one that brought our family together and sacrificed themselves for us.”
“Nice to meet you Mezu.” I stuck my hand out for her to take. She didn’t.
“Why do you don and angels garb and halo with demonic features?”
Mezu looked at me with her arms crossed, distrust evident across her features.
“Mezu, you can trust them.” Lucifer came and put a hand on my shoulder.
Mezu looked unconvinced and took one more look at me before reluctantly letting the subject drop. “If you say so. Although I still want to know why.”
“I’ll explain that all after breakfast when Diavolo and Barbatos get here. I look forward to learning more about you too Mezu.”
~After Breakfast in the Common Area~
“So, I guess I should start.”
“What happened after the execution?” Mezu asked.
“Mezu!”
“It’s fine Satan. I figured that’s where I should start anyway. After the execution, I woke up in some sort of pocket dimension. Lilith was there, she says hi by the way. She explained this dimension that she called the “Void”. It’s a place where souls that have no destination but don’t return to oblivion go to. She presented me with two options. She didn’t have enough power to resurrect me the way she did before, so she told me that she could either make me into a demon and return to the Devildom, or make me a Seraph and take me to the Celestial realm. I wanted to return badly, and I almost did but I didn’t want to return as a demon serving under Abandon. I chose to go to the Celestial realm. I woke up in the House of Honors wearing, according to Michael, Lucifer’s old uniform. Needless to say, he was not happy about that. After he gave me something to eat, we headed to the palace to see your father. It was there where we struck a deal. Neither of us wanted me to be there, but I also didn’t want to return and serve under Abandon. No offence”
“None taken.”
“He took an interest toward my knowledge of Lucifer's old habits and position. He struck a deal with me, one I would have also struck if he had not suggested it. I was to serve as Lucifer’s replacement, as head of the council of 7, until such a time that King Abandon steps down and Diavolo rises to the throne. During my time as the Council leader, I was to fulfill my duties as Lucifer would have, not abuse my power, and make decisions based on the best interest of the realm. The period of the agreement ended yesterday when Diavolo was crowned. I-”
“Y/N?” I turned to look at Lucifer. “Diavolo wasn’t crowned yesterday. He’s been king for almost half a century now.” My eyes widened.
“You mean to tell me. That I could have returned HALF A CENTURY AGO?! I should have done more than sock that bastard while I had the chance.”
At the last part, half the room doubled over laughing.
“You-you actually punched him, in the face?!” Satan asked, clutching his stomach.
“Yup. In Front of the entire council, right before I jumped. You should have seen their faces but I could only do so much within the element of surprise before I made my dramatic exit. I would have done it sooner if I knew Dia had been crowned. I just didn’t want to risk falling while his dad was still in reign.”
“Darling, have I ever mentioned how much I love you?”
“Only every day since we met Azzy. Anyway, back to the story.”
~A Few Hours Later~
“And that’s when I woke up in Diavolo’s garden yesterday.”
“It seems like the past millennia had been eventful for everyone.” Mezu commented once I had finished.
“How was everyone's time here? I really want to know the story behind Satan’s love life and what the rest of you were up too.”
“Well, the first few decades or so were quite difficult. It was hard to forget that you weren’t with us. Eventually though, we all grew closer through grieving you. Your death opened a familial bond between us. Something we had a hard time admitting existed while you were here.” Lucifer explained.
“Don’t worry, we still haven’t changed. Mammon still ends up hanging from the ceiling, Satan spends all day reading and coming up with ways to prank Lucifer with Belphie, Asmo is still as narcissistic as ever, Beel keeps cleaning out the fridge, and I still spend my days in my room.”
“Although, I noticed you have been starting to come out of it more often Leviathan.” Diavolo stated
“Well, yes. I’ve been visiting the catacombs whenever I get the chance to add something to Y/N’s collection by their casket.”
“Uhh, if my dead body is still down there, could we, like, get rid of it? It’s a little creepy to live in a house knowing your dead body is in the basement.”
“We’ll clean that out and bring your stuff to your old room.” Satan said.
“Alright. Ok then. Your turn.”
“Me?”
“Yes you. Come on Satan, spill. What is this love story of yours? I want to know more about Mezu and her mother.”
Satan scratched the back of
his neck, looking lost in thought, a longing look in his eyes. I looked around the room and noticed that the occupants avoided my eyes, some looking towards Satan with a pitying look. Only Mezu looked at me.
“My mother died 50 years ago.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”
“Of course you didn’t. You angels don’t care for any demon or their relations. You all think your so high and mighty yet-”
“Mezu, that’s enough! Y/N is not an angel, not anymore. I assure you, they care more than you think.” Lucifer starred his granddaughter niece down as she sat back down. A scowl still present on her face.
“I’m sorry Mezu, I truly am. I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. Please forgive me.” I smiled at her. She looked away, almost guiltily before Satan broke the silence.
“Mezu was named after her mother. She was killed by an angel when Mezu was 25. She was beautiful and the only one who could cool my wrath after you passed.”
“Were you happy with her? Like truly happy?”
“Truly.”
“That’s all I need to know.” I stood and hugged Satan. He returned it, resting his head above my heart.
~2 Years Later. At RAD~
It’s been 2 years since I returned. My wounds have healed and I found my place among the demons once again. Diavolo appointed me as an official member of the student council. I served as a secretary of sorts to Lucifer to allow for fewer sleepless nights and to make sure he didn’t bury himself in his work. Because of my status as a fallen, I was considered a noble and given the title “Avatar of Loyalty. The 8th of the 8” by Diavolo himself. I returned to RAD as a teacher on angel studies and a student in demonic politics. Lucifer and I became an official couple. During long night grading, I found myself chuckling at my students' interpretations of the Celestial Realm. I reminisced about my time with the council. Michael was probably glad to have finally gotten rid of me. Luke was promoted as Michael’s personal protegé. The rest of the angels were probably too busy to think about me though. Having finished marking, I went to go get Lucifer to turn in for the night.
~The next day~
“Dia, not to sound rude or anything, but why did you want us all to meet so early? RAD isn’t starting for another hour.”
Diavolo sat in his head seat at the table as the rest of us sat in our usual spots. All of us displaying varying levels of consciousness. Belphegor having fallen back asleep as soon as he sat down. Diavolo had a beaming smile on his face as he spoke. Never a good sign...
“We have some new exchange students joining us today. I want you to meet them all and show them around RAD. This is an opportunity for the rest of you to mend some old ties”
“My Lord, what exactly are you getting at?” Lucifer asked tentatively. Diavolo’s smile only grew brighter, but before he could say anything, the doors to the council room burst open.
“Y/N!”
Looking up, I managed to catch a mop of reddish-orange hair before I was buried under a pile of bodies. After I finally wiggled my way out, I backed up towards Lucifer; his arm finding its way around my waist. Standing in the council room were the 7 Archangels, all donning RAD uniforms, all smiling sheepishly save for Michael who was standing off to the side with his arms crossed. Looking at the rest of the brothers, I found that Bell was now wide awake as the rest of them looked a tad bit uncomfortable. Lucifer had a displeased frown.
“What are you guys doing here?”
“It was Father's idea to have us participate in this program. He thought it best to-”
“Don’t kid yourself Michael. We volunteered to come. We missed you Y/N. Especially Michael. He wouldn’t stop talking about you after you left. Things weren’t the same after you fell. He also really wanted to see Lucifer again.” Raphael cut Michael off mid-sentence. Looking around, the brothers each had a murderous look in their eyes.
“Ok, first off, you volunteered, I got dragged into this. Second, I did not miss Y/N and I did not talk about them after they left. If anything, I was glad that they were gone, especially after that little stunt they pulled before they jumped. You didn’t think I’d forget that Y/N, did you?”
I loosened myself from Lucifer's grip and made my way over to the angels, giving them each a hug in turn.
“Aww, I missed you guys too. Mike. What did I say about your pride? Honestly, for someone who used to adore the Virtue of Humility and claims to hate the Avatar of Pride, you really seem to take after his sin. Besides, you didn’t deny wanting to see Lu again.”
The occupants in the room started snickering as Michael’s face started turning a lovely shade of beet red. Lucifer looked taken aback at the revelation but lightly chuckled into his fist as well.
“I’d be careful Mike. You wouldn’t want to lose that angelic status of yours for something as childish as misplaced pride.” Lucifer said with a smirk on his face. Michael started stuttering, trying to defend himself.
“I-I didn’t! I-I don’t have any Pride I swear! Besides-”
“Alright, alright. That’s enough.” Gabriel stepped in to save Michael from any more embarrassment. “It’s true, we did miss you and saw the exchange program as an opportunity to see you again. That’s why we volunteered to come.” Gabriel stopped in front of me and hugged me, much gentler than before. “We really did miss you Y/N. Things up there were too quiet without you.”
“Oi! Hands off Y/N!” Mammon jumped up from his chair and pushed Gabriel away from me. Levi had shifted into his demonic form and wrapped his tail around my waist. “Y/N Belongs to us, not you normies.”
“NORMIES?! I’m hurt that you think of us like that Leviachan. It is nice to know that you still kept your love for the Japanese animation even after you left.” Azrael said as he turned to look at Levi. A hand on his chest and a look of faux hurt in his eyes. This time, it was Levi’s turn to turn beet red. His self conscious not being able to take the attention. I was pulled away from Levi by Lucifer who placed a quick kiss on the top of my head. A prideful smirk on his face as he addressed the angels.
“Now then, there is no need to fight over this. Y/N belongs to me. Isn’t that right my love?”
One cannot describe the look of utter hurt, shock, betrayal, and jealousy that overtook the features of everyone present in the room at Lucifer’s bold statement. My own expression being that of shock before all bloody hell broke loose. Everyone started arguing over who I belonged to and who I loved the most. I stood there trying to calm everyone down but alas, my voice was never heard over the shouting.
“It seems the exchange program is becoming quite the success, isn’t it Barbatos?”
“Indeed My Lord, although perhaps we should put a stop to this before someone loses control?”
“No need Barb. Let them talk among themselves. I know, how about some tea while we wait?”
“Of course My Lord.”
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And there we go. It's done! Thank you to everyone who stuck through reading this until the end. Thank you to everyone who left comments and Likes.
For those who are wondering about the candle and magical energy that surrounded Y/N, the energy is the magic used to take away their angelic status and made them into a Nephalem (Demon, Angel Hybrid). Their candle kept changing itself because it needed to form a new substance to match Y/N's new physiology.
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~ Pinky Promise ~
A Rui x Fem! reader Story
[Demon Female Rader]
Warnings -
Blood, Killing/Death of more than 1 person, Slight Violence, Its weird [if ya take it any way], and Just read at ur own risk. Its a bit Mature to.
You were admiring the night sky in silence. Feeling the breeze from the night air blow your hair softly. You were on a rooftop of one of the many houses in this small village you found about 2 weeks ago on this mountain. You listened closely to the silence…waiting for the smallest sound. A sound you loved more than anything in this world. The sound of someone’s footsteps.
Why, you ask? Because that meant someone was breaking the rules. Walking outside at night was strictly forbidden in this town and everyone here knew it. This rule is what kept people safe from Demons who lurk outside…Demons like you~
But you were smarter than most demons around this area, you always had a plan. You had strategy to your attacks, Methods to disposing of whatever you didn’t eat, more importantly skills to avoid what ever threatens you. And because of that you have been able to make 7 kills in the 2 weeks that you have been here. More than enough to most, but to you that was just a snack.
Then…you suddenly hear that sweet sound. Footsteps just a few feet from your location. You smiled giggling lightly as you slowly walked to the edge of the rooftop you were on. You looked down to see 2 young guys walking slowly through the streets. You smiled to yourself as you prepared to make your move. This is going to be sooo~ Easy~ you thought.
Until….
They both looked up at you. They knew you were watching them. How? This caught you off guard. One of them yelled out and then they pulled out swords. Katanas? It doesn’t matter!! You were confused and shook at this, so you quickly turn to run in the opposite direction. But as soon as you did you heard more footsteps as 2 others were now running at you. They all lookedthe same. The same clothes…no uniforms…they are Demon Slayers!
You ran as fast as you could at this point. Doing everything you could to avoid the 4 slayers that are now after you. You ran until you reached the edge of the town and you were sure that would make them stop chasing you. But as you exited the town they kept coming after you. What do I do now! They are going to kill me at this rate! I’m to young to lose my head! I haven’t even killed 10 people yet! I’m so close please! You cried to yourself as you ran into the woods outside of the town. As you did the slayers slowly got closer to you. What was slowing you down!? Your covered in it at this rate! Its sticky and annoying! Its-
…
Spider webs?
…
As you noticed this the sound of footsteps went quiet. Why? You stopped running behind a tree and looked behind you. The slayers were standing together in a circle and ready to fight. What else is there besides me? Is it because of all the webs? Do they not want to get stuck in them? Scared of spiders? Many thoughts filled your head.
You watch closely, then before you knew what had happened. One of the slayers was sliced into small bits, another was pulled into the air by a unsee force and bulled apart. The other two tried to run off but both were pulled back by the same force and into the trees. You didn’t see them all you saw was a big splash of blood from the trees. Nothing more.
You took a moment to breath and relaxed a bit. They were no longer after you, because their all dead, but that’s not the point. But…what killed them? You imminently feel a presence like no other. It was a demon, But MUCH Stronger than you. You freeze in place. You couldn’t more because of this feeling. You could feel its strength as it grew close to you. You tightly close your eyes fearing the worst.
…
“Hey…You are indeed alive, correct?”
I am? What is with that voice?
You open your eyes to see the one who bears all that strength. You were correct it was a demon. But not what you imagined him to look like. You were expecting a big, strong elder demon much greater than yourself. But what you got was…This small boy, white and pure looking with dark red marks all over his face. His Kimono had the Pattern of Spider webs and he had no shoes on. But what got you was those ice blue eyes, full teal lashes, and the symbol in his eye. It was a kanji. “Lower rank 5” What does that mean you thought.
He looked at you with such a soft gaze. He was just standing there playing with the small webs connecting his fingers. He looked like a kid. You were the same Hight as him, same size, and figure. Weird…
“I saved your life…” He stated bluntly
“That was you!? That was amazing. I thank you for helping me…” You smiled at him and he looked at you the same. No emotion on his face, this is awkward.
“You are alive because of me…You understand that…yes?”
You were confused what answer did he want from you. You simply nod at him.
“You now owe your life to me…Don’t you agree?”
What! No way, he can’t be serious! He’s joking right! You stood there with a slightly confused look on your face.
“hmm…you look confused did I not say it clearly enough for you?” He then pulled on the webs he was playing with. This made your body tighten up, it hurt. You looked down to see he had webs on you. Wrapped all the way around your arms and legs. How did-When did he do this?! In fear of your own life, you gave him the answer he wanted. “YES! I owe you! I’m thankful you saved me from those slayers!” With that the webs stopped.
“hmm…good. Because you now owe me… I have an idea set for you; do you accept?”
He walked up to you. He was in arms reach if only you could move away from him. You were scared what did he mean by “set for you” it was terrifying the things that popped into your head. As he got closer you freaked out a bit. You looked down a bit but nodded feeling you had no other choice.
“Good…What all do you know about being a little sister...”
A Little sister? Are you serious right now. You spoke with slight confusion. “Not much. I don’t remember much of my former human life, but I do know I was an only child.” He looked at you with the same blank face. “Well then…That means you will be learning from scratch…That makes things a bit easier…” He moved the web between his finders, and you were released from the webs. You almost fell on your knees, but he grabbed your hands holding you steady. Suddenly his gaze was no longer just blank rather it felt warm and welcoming. He stood you back up straight and held on to one of your hands. I am Rui…But you soon will be able to call me Big brother…” He stated with his soft tone. “Follow closely now~” He said with a small joyful tone. Barley enough to tell it was there but you caught it. It made you smile a bit yourself. As he began to walk forward, you followed in suit.
He led you to a run-down looking house further into the woods. As you approached it more demons began to show their faces. They all had similar features to his, white skin, red face marks, or some resemblance to a spider and so on. Was this his real family? You thought. Then you were sat at an old table with broken eating utensils, plates, and bowls, all empty and dusty. All the other demons gathered around and sat down all looking at you. No one spoke, no one dared moved out of place. All was silent. He sat in the seat next to you. He had a very faint smile on his face. It made you feel warm inside somehow. You noticed One of the other demons was now holding a bowl of what looked lake water. She held it close to him not making any form of eye contact with him. He Used his small webs in his fingers to cut his own hand, bleeding into the bowl, Turning it all dark red. He then grabbed it from her and held it in front of you.
“As of now…You are a part of this family, when you drink this…My blood…you will be one with us, You will be My little sister.” He handed you the bowl and you looked into it. Seeing yourself as you are now. Your big (E/C) eyes, your soft (S/T) skin, and your (H/L) (H/C) hair flowing in your face. You felt different now it was sudden and strange. He wanted you here, he could protect you, he didn’t have to save you, yet he did. So, you took a final breath before raising the bowl to your lips and drinking his blood. Once done you sat the bowl down in front of you. Looking into it, its now empty and you can no longer see yourself. Then you closed your eyes for what felt like a mere second and all you remember from then…
Is pain
…
Once the pain went away you opened your eyes to see his hands on your face. He was holding it ever so softly. His hands were cold but that didn’t bother you. You felt safe suddenly. He smiled down at you. “Congratulations You are now a part of our family” you smiled lightly and in the corner of your eye another demon was holding something. He gave it to Rui and he held it up to your face. It was a small slightly broken Mirror. In it you did not see your old self. You saw….Rui. Or was that really you. You looked just like him. Your markings seemed to match up with his, just there were like flipped onto the other side, opposite of his own. Your eyes were the same, yet you lacked in the Kanji he had in his. Your hair was much like his now just much longer. You looked up to him with a small smile on your face. You were part of this family now…you felt safe and warm. He smiled back and grabbed your hand placing one of his small webs around your pinky finger.
“You are now home. You are special and I know it…So I made you into the perfect image… You are now part of me…as my little Twin Sister.” He smiled at you as you did to him. You giggled “is this a pinky promise?” he nodded “pinky promise”
From then on you two were inseparable, you were loyal to him, the string always connected you two and because of this you two hardly ever separated from one another. Darning battled and such he was by your side, that string always being your guide to him. You were with him for many years. He treated you different from the others as well as you did to him. You loved him as he did you. He was your everything as you were to him. You were happy for once in forever.
As...
🕸~His Little Twin sister~🕸
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How "Cinderella Monogatari" Could Have Been Better
I've just finished watching the 1996 anime series Cinderella Monogatari ("The Story of Cinderella"). I'll share my overall thoughts on it later, after I've overviewed a few other versions of the fairy tale. But for now, I'll say that I liked it very much. That said, it does have its flaws. Below are the handful of changes I would make to improve it.
1. Have Cinderella's father be presumed dead through most of the series.
It's awkward to have Cinderella's father still be alive, and not a weak henpecked husband, but merely away on business. Why would Duchess Dalbin so extensively abuse and degrade her stepdaughter knowing that the girl's devoted father will eventually come back? I would have preferred for the Duke to leave on his business trip, and then, a few weeks later, have the family receive the news that his ship was wrecked in a storm and that he's missing and presumably drowned. Only at this point would the Duchess start to abuse Cinderella. This could also add a layer of depth to the Duchess's character. She could be portrayed as genuinely in love with her husband and distraught by his "death," and afterwards she would exclude Cinderella from the family because Cinderella reminds her too much of him, similar to what the 1997 version of the Rodgers and Hammerstein musical implies. But in the final episode, the Duke would come back and reveal that he survived after all: he's just taken this long to recover from his injuries and find a ship home. So we'd still have the blissful family reunion the actual series gives us, but with even more emotional weight.
2. Give Duke Zaral consistent motivation.
I like the series' addition of a "Greater Scope Villain" (to quote TVTropes) in Duke Zaral. But at least in the English dub, his motive seems to change completely at random from "Marry his daughter Isabel to Prince Charles and become the real power behind the throne" to "Murder Charles and force his parents to surrender the kingdom." This could be easily solved, though. Simply place the episode "The Disturbing Painter" (his first real attempt to kill Charles, when he tries to have his portrait painted by an artist who traps his subjects' souls in the painting) after the episode "Traveling Toward Happiness" (where his daughter Isabel runs away with her true love) instead of before. Since the series makes it clear that Zaral really does love his daughter, it would make much more sense for his murderous turn to be caused by losing her, especially if he found out that Charles had helped her elope. To quote TVTropes again, it would be his Villainous Breakdown, and it would give him a real character arc.
3. Cut the episode "Prince Charles's Secret," where Cinderella and her stepsisters are forced to work as maids in the castle.
While of course it's funny to see the stepsisters forced to do the same chores they usually heap on Cinderella, the context is ridiculous. If a wealthy duke like Zaral wants maidservants to spy on Prince Charles, why doesn't he just pay real working-class girls to do it? Why on earth would he insult a family of his own social class by tricking a duchess's daughters into visiting the castle only to have them forced into servitude? And afterwards, why does no one ever mention it again? Realistically, wouldn't a trick like that cause a scandal? The whole scenario is contrived and would be better off cut.
4. Make Cinderella less of a damsel in distress.
Now there's no shame in a heroine not being a fighter or needing to be rescued. But it's still a tiny bit tedious to see Cinderella repeatedly being captured or endangered and Charles repeatedly being the strong one who rescues her. Even after he teaches her how to swordfight in "Lets Get Rid of Those Bandits," she never uses the skills she learned in that episode again, particularly not in the finale when she's captured by Zaral. I say remove Charles from some of the episodes where she's endangered and have her rescue herself instead. Have her use the fencing skills Charles taught her throughout the rest of the series, particularly when she's kidnapped in the finale. Not that she needs to use a sword, but at least she could defend herself with a stick or some other improvised weapon. In the climactic battle with Zaral on the clock tower, I'd have Cinderella and Charles fighting him together rather than just Charles. Again, I'm not saying there's any shame in being a damsel in destress, but it would be more interesting to see Cinderella defend herself at least a little bit more.
5. Have the stepfamily rip Cinderella's dress before the ball, as in the Disney version.
The scene where they rip up her invitation to the ball is already a blatant knockoff of the Disney dress-ripping scene, but without the same power. So why not take the imitation all the way and have them rip her dress as well as the invitation? This would also enhance the next scene where Fairy Godmother Paulette works her magic. In the actual series, the fact that Cinderella is already wearing a fancy gown and Paulette's magic just brings its style more up-to-date is slightly underwhelming. We lose the sheer magic of the dress transformation that other versions of Cinderella have. If her dress were in tatters, this would be rectified.
6. Don't have Charles fall in love with the "mystery girl."
Cinderella retellings that give Cinderella and the Prince most of their romance arc before the ball always have a dilemma: what to do with the plot point of the Prince not knowing his beloved's name or where to find her after the ball? Some versions have found good solutions; this one is mediocre. After his series-long slow-burn romance arc with Cinderella, it's awkward to see Charles become enamored in one night with the girl at the ball, whom he doesn't know is Cinderella. Even if it is just because she "reminds him" of Cinderella, whom he thinks will never speak to him again because he lied about his identity, it still seems ever-so-slightly fickle. I'd prefer to have him only regard her as a friend with whom he can confide about Cinderella. Then, after the ball, instead of being depressed about her disappearance, he'd be depressed because Cinderella "never showed up" even though he invited her. But Alex and Hans would mistakenly think he was moping over the mystery girl and set out to use the glass slipper to find her.
7. Give the stepfamily a gradual redemption arc.
Maybe this is what the series was trying to go for, because there are assorted episodes where Cinderella does especially valuable things for her stepfamily (saving Jeanne's life when they're lost in the woods, learning to swordfight and guarding the house against the bandits, risking her life to find healing herbs for her dangerously ill stepmother, etc.) and momentarily earns their respect. But in every new episode, they're back to abusing her. So in the last episode, it feels very abrupt when they start being nice to her after she's betrothed to Prince Charles. If it were played for laughs like in the 1957 version of the Rodgers and Hammertein musical, and they were clearly only sucking up to her because she was the princess-to-be, it would feel less awkward, but it's not played for laughs. It feels as if we're supposed to see it as a genuine, heartfelt family reconciliation, which is completely unearned. And then when Cinderella's father the Duke comes home, they all reunite as one big happy family and the Duke never even learns that his wife and stepdaughters abused his daughter while he was away!
My solution? Put much more emphasis on Cinderella's gradually earning her stepfamily's respect over the course of the series. Don't have them forget the great things she does for them; have call-backs to the fact that she saved their lives, risked her own safety for them etc. Show them increasingly torn between their jealousy of her and their growing respect and gratitude toward her. While they would still have a final "Kick the Dog" moment by tearing up her mother's dress and her invitation to the ball, I'd show them feeling very guilty as they ride away in their carriage afterward. Maybe Jeanne could ask Catherine if what they did was right, and Catherine would reply that they had no choice, Cinderella looked too pretty, the Prince would have ignored them if he had seen her, etc.; but clearly she wouldn't be so sure. Then, after Cinderella reunites with Prince Charles, there could be a scene similar to the opera La Cenerentola, where Charles would publicly berate the Duchess and her daughters for their treatment of Cinderella and threaten to punish them somehow, only for Cinderella to declare that she forgives them and beg her fiancé to pardon them. This would move them to tears and they would finally, profusely apologize to her for all they had done. And when the Duke comes home, Cinderella's choice not to tell him about their abuse could be emphasized as her way of showing faith in their repentance and giving them a second chance.
I realize that all this would probably take up more than just a few minutes of the final episode. So because we've already cut the earlier episode where the stepsisters work as maids at the palace, I suggest we add a new Episode 23, in-between the actual series' second-to-last and final episodes. This entire episode would take place between the slipper-fitting and the royal wedding, and it would open with her reunion with Charles and end with her reunion with her father. Everything in between would be devoted to her reconciliation with the stepfamily. This would be a much more believable, satisfactory conclusion for them than what the actual series gives us.
It's a good series, but with these changes, in my personal opinion, it would be even stronger.
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Stuck in his ways, Chapter 4
Chapter summary: Y/N sees too much. Both try to act normally but they just can’t help themselves, these two are too stubborn for their own good.
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“Dude! Put on some clothes!”
Y/N’s screams of embarrassment are enough to get Obito out of his sleepy state and into a frenzy around the room for something he can cover himself with, even though the room is dark and both can see very little. Enveloping all of his body and head into some big blankets from his bed, the Uchiha finally screams back:
“The fuck you’re doing here?! Aren’t you supposed to be on the hospital? Are you some sort of maniac?”
“Look who’s talking, it’s Mr. Creep Uchiha! Give me a break, like I even wanted to see you like that”
Yeah, kinda.
“What are you even doing in my house? How do you know where I live?”
“Calm down, my answers are: I came in to annoy you, I ran away, I might be maniac but not a maniac, you people live in the same part of town, it was easy. Satisfied?”
“Not at all.”
The bundle of blankets sits down on his bed and a small opening appears, revealing a big pout, almost child-like. Some light from the window beside his bed comes across Obito’s figure, and Y/N takes this as an opportunity to peek at the left side of Obito’s face, since a cloth mostly covered it on their previous encounter. This side, different from the other one, has no scars in it, only his left eye is missing, indicated by his eyelid being closed shut.
Damn…
“Ahem, so… aren’t you going to put on some clothes?”
“Did you just say you ran away from the hospital?”
“Technically”
“Huh?”
“They told me I had to stay awake for 24 hours ‘cause I might have a concussion, and since I had no one to sign me off and take care of me, they wanted me to stay there. So I ran away”
“To my house?”
“Do I know anyone else in the village? No. Besides, you owe me one, after all, this is all your fault” She says pointing at her head.
Obito falls back on the bed, squirming lazily, clearly too sleepy for all this. A few seconds pass before he lets out a big sigh and says:
“Get out of here so I can change, ok?”
“Oh no, what a shame, I totally wanted to see you naked again” Is all she responds, albeit ironically and completed with an eye roll.
Again, kinda wanted to see some more
She then leaves Obito alone so he can change into something and to stop those furtive thoughts. A few minutes later out comes the Uchiha wearing battered sweatpants and an old T-shirt that barely fits him anymore.
“Are you coming out wearing that?”
“Coming where?”
“To the ramen booth, of course”
“It’s almost four in the morning, dumbass”
“So? It’s three thirty and I haven’t eaten since lunch, come on!”
“It’s not even going to be open at this hour”
“I checked before coming here, It’s open 24/7”
“Fuck…”
He gets back into the bedroom again to change into something more presentable, not that there would be anyone to see him.
~”~
They reach Ichiraku’s ramen booth in silence, Obito still half-asleep and Y/N poking him with her sheathed sword. After sitting down and ordering food for them both, Obito breaks the silence:
“Why did you even bring that?”
“What? You? Well, you seem like you need some change of environment, you’re too grumpy for you age. I mean, I know we’re both probably reaching our thirties this next half decade, but you’re too-“
“The sword, I meant the sword, dumbass”
“Stop calling me that, creep! Anyway, I brought it because we’re training later”
“Over my dead body”
“Well I better go fetch my special shovel, ‘cause it’s happening”
Obito takes another good look at the sword. Simple model, all black with some decoration on the end. After a closer look, he also notices the Nara clan symbol etched very discreetly at the end, making him realize this is one of the famous traditional swords from the family, only the most notable members are allowed to use it. This raises even more question about the girl in his head, since he knows for a fact that Y/N is nor a Nara or has been a member from the leaf all her life.
“Where did you get that? Aren’t those rare?” He says pointing at the blade on her back.
“My-… A good friend gave it to me”
“Willingly?”
“What sort of question even is that?”
“Uhm, sorry, talking to people isn’t my thing”
“I’ve noticed.”
“… Alright…”
“It’s fine. Just stop implying that I’m evil all the time, it’s not very nice”
Obito is thankful that the conversation is cut by their ramen being served. He is not all that hungry, but he could never refuse a good plate of ramen. Y/N also munches enthusiastically, ending her dish in record speed. She looks at him again, staring at his left side, making Obito remember that he forgot to put his eyepatch before leaving.
“Oh my…” He says exasperated while covering his missing eye “I forgot to put on my eyepatch, I’m sorry for making you see this”
“See what? Calm down man, there’s literally nothing to hide there; it’s just your face”
“A fucking hid-“
“A perfectly normal face. And stop pretending you don’t know you’re attractive, it’s annoying”
Obito needs to hide ASAP. To say his face went red is an understatement; he looks like a tomato from ear to ear. The last person that said anything nice about his looks was his grandma, and lord knows she passed away a hell of a long time ago. The best next thing he can do is to change the subject:
“So, anyway, do you like the village so far?”
“Yup, climate is nice in this part of the country and the people have been so nice to me, well, almost everyone” She winks after her last statement.
“Hey! I was just messing with you, think about it as ninja hazing.”
“Well, I literally passed out of chakra exhaustion”
“I wanted to ask you about that, as in why the fuck did that happen?”
“Well, I went a little too far ‘cause I was annoyed with you”
“But you only did about one or two jutsu, basic ones at that”
Before responding, Y/N orders another big bowl of pork ramen. She then continues:
“My chakra reserves suck, actually. I might be fast and good with the sword, but I understand very little about jutsus since I never had any formal training”
“Sorry, but how did they promote you immediately to chunin if you don’t know the basics?”
“One: my reputation as a merc. Two: an old favor.”
“An old favor?”
“Yup.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“Not really.” She says after she finishes the bowl of ramen.
“…”
“C’mon, let’s go have a walk. And you’re paying, of course.”
“What? Why?”
“You owe me one, remember?”
Fuck my wallet right? I might as well forget about this week’s ice cream store visit.
Both walk around the village for the next couple of hours, showing the sights and main places to Y/N and talking very little. Obito, in all his grumpiness, does not know how to hold a conversation after what she said to him in the ramen place. Him and attractive in the same sentence, how absurd that sounds to him! Assuming she must be messing with him, he gets grumpier and grumpier by the minute.
When they reach the main square, Obito shows her the Hokage monument:
“So this is the first, Hashirama Senju; the second, Tobirama Senju; the third Hiruzen Sarutobi; the fourth, my sensei, Minato Namikaze; and right next to him… me”
“You mean, in the future, right?”
“Yes”
“Alright, just checking if you are still in touch with reality”
“You’ll see, I’ll be the next hokage”
It is about seven o’clock when they finish walking around the whole perimeter, and Y/N seems, rightfully, bored. She then signals that she wants to head home, so Obito accompanies her there, even though there is no need for that.
“So this is my place. I guess I’ll turn in. It’s close to 24 hours anyway, so I think I can manage on my own”
“You sure? I mean… you understand”
“Yup, it’s fine. And hey, sorry that I dragged you out here”
She turns around, opens the door and starts to walk in, but before she can do that, Obito grabs her arm quickly and pulls her in close. Too close. At this distance, he can clearly see some sun freckles starting to form, when he closes into her eyes he notices he needs to back off a little. Taking a step back, the Uchiha clears his throat. He looks away and digs his hand into his pocket, fishing out a leaf bandana.
“Here, forgot to give you this. Take good care of it”
“I will, sir” Y/N responds while jokingly making a salute.
Obito rolls his eye. This one thinks she’s a comedian, how funny.
“Meet me tomorrow at the training grounds ok? You have the day off, Kami know I need some rest too. Bye”
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@nymerias-heart suggested a while back that we do some TWoW speculation while waiting for the next book.
So I was wondering if ASoIaF readers on here could reblog the character list below with the chapter count they think each character would get in The Winds of Winter. Would be really interesting to see this. If we have enough data we could do some statistics.
ADwD was already a big book with 16 POVs and 73 chapters. Jon had the maximum with 13 and several characters had 1 or 2 chapters. In TWoW, GRRM has to fit in 20 POV characters and cover a lot of ground and story. And we only have two books left to finish the story.
The list is below. Just enter the number of chapters next to character names. You can also enter 0, if you don’t think the character will have a POV chapter.
I’ll go first.
Aeron Greyjoy... 3
Areo Hotah ...2
Arianne Martell ... 3
Arya Stark ...8
Asha Greyjoy ...3
Barristan Selmy ...4
Bran Stark ...8
Brienne of Tarth ...3
Cersei Lannister ...6
Daenerys Targaryen ...7
Davos Seaworth ...4
Jaime Lannister ...3
Jon Snow ...3
Jon Connington ...3
Melisandre ...4
Samwell Tarly ..3
Sansa Stark ...4
Theon Greyjoy ...5
Tyrion Lannister ...7
Victarion Greyjoy ...3
POV chapter count: 86
Prologue: GRRM has mentioned that we will see Jeyne Westerling. Which means this will be in the Westerlands. We may see Edmure Tully and possibly the Blackfish through this prologue.
Epilogue: The Wall and the arrival of the Others.
Location wise split of above chapters:
Essos/Vaes Dothrak/Meereen/Yunkai/Dany landing in Westeros: 21
The North: 12
Braavos/Arya in Westeros: 8
Beyond the Wall: 8
The Wall: 7
Stormlands/Young Griff’s campaign to KL: 6
King’s Landing: 6
Riverlands: 6
Oldtown: 6
Vale: 4
Dorne:2
Total: 88 chapters up from the 73 chapters in ADwD. The chapters could be of shorter length though, if GRRM cuts down on descriptions of feasts and travelogues. This is where his editor could massively help and GRRM has mentioned going back and tweaking things. For example, that Arianne sample chapter from TWoW would have her get to Young Griff instead of spending two chapters just traveling.
If we look at word counts:
A Game of Thrones: 4082 words per chapter (298k in 73 chapters)
A Clash of Kings: 4657 (326k in 70 chapters)
A Storm of Swords: 5171 (424k in 82 chapters)
A Feast for Crows: 6522 (300k in 46 chapters)
A Dance with Dragons: 5781 words per chapter (422k in 73 chapters)
He needs to go back to AGoT chapter lengths and then perhaps the limitations of book binding would not be a problem.
Here is also a link to confirmed POV chapters in TWoW. But note that this may have changed since GRRM did state in a recent notablog post that he was going back and changing things - combining chapters, splitting them, rewriting them etc.
Arya: 4
Tyrion: 3
Barristan: 3
Arianne: 3
Melisandre: 2
Theon: 2
Aeron: 2
Areo Hotah: 2
Cersei: 2
Asha: 2
Jon Connington: 2
Sansa: 1
Victarion: 1
Bran: 1
Daenerys: 1
Davos: 1
Confirmed Chapters: 33
Below the cut I have put in some of my reasoning for my POV counts.
First, I think GRRM needs to refocus on his main story and characters and make his way to the ending. That means more focus on main characters and less time spend on secondary characters. He should be spending time getting Arya, Bran, Jon, Dany and Tyrion etc. to their endgames rather than spend more time world building and telling the stories of secondary characters.
For example, Bran had like 3 chapters in Feast and Dance while Brienne got 8! Who is the more important character here? There are two books left, Bran has to finish training, find out stuff about the Others, explore lands of always winter, return south of the wall, meet back up with Jon and Arya, play a big part in defeating the Others and become King.
GRRM has written material for an entire book with Arya in Braavos. Unfortunately ASoIaF is not about Arya’s FM adventures in Braavos and Arya needs to get back to Westeros. So George has chop, cut, edit and narrow down her story there to like maybe 5 chapters before she leaves.
So either George cuts out a lot of the fat, travelogues, world building and secondary characters or he needs 8/9 books to finish or he can change his endings to suit what he has written now or he can procrastinate and just not write.
Some of the things GRRM has said regarding TWoW.
GRRM teases about events in TWOW in this interview
“I think we’re gonna start out with a big smash with the two enormous battles,” Martin says. Presumably one of those battles refers to the clash between Ramsay’s army and Stannis’s forces in the North (the outcome of which was described in Ramsay’s letter in ADWD—perhaps falsely?—but not actively shown), while the other takes place across the narrow sea when Yunkai attacks Meereen in an attempt to overthrow Daenerys. In addition, Martin says, “We have more deaths, and we have more betrayals. We have more marriages.” Let the speculation begin. As he’s noted before, Martin says the Dothraki are coming back into the story (“in a big way”), and he says “a lot of stuff is happening at The Wall.”
From his Notablog updates:
06/23/2020
Of late I have been visiting with Cersei, Asha, Tyrion, Ser Barristan, and Areo Hotah. I will be dropping back into Braavos next week. Now you will have to excuse me. Arya is calling. I think she means to kill someone.
08/11/2020
Of late I have been spending a lot of time with the Lannisters. Cersei and Tyrion in particular. I’ve also paid a visit to Dorne, and dropped in to Oldtown a time or three. In addition to turning out new chapters, I’ve been revising some old ones (some very old)… including, yes, some stuff I read at cons ages ago, or even posted online as samples. I tweak stuff constantly, and sometimes go beyond tweaking, moving things around, combining chapters, breaking chapters in two, reordering stuff.
08/15/2020
For the nonce, it is what it is. My life is at home, on hold, and I am spending the days in Westeros with my pals Mel and Sam and Vic and Ty. And that girl with no name, over there in Braavos.
Now, there are three things that GRRM just has to get done in TWoW, IMO.
Daenerys Targaryen has to resolve her Essos plot and get to Westeros by the end of TWoW.
Arya has to resolve her Braavos plot and get to Westeros
Bran has to advance a great deal in his plot/Bloodraven/Others etc.
(Note: I suspect this is one of the reasons that TWoW is taking so long. By his own admission, Dany and Bran are the two characters GRRM finds hardest to write and my speculation is that there is a lot of these two characters in the next book.)
So I am going to assign Arya and Bran the most POV chapters - let’s say 8 each since they are the only POVs at their locations. The Essos plot is a complicated mess, but we have other POVs focused on there as well - Tyrion, Barristan and Victarion. And Tyrion will no doubt get a good chunk of chapters because GRRM likes to write for him and finds it easy to write for him.
For Oldtown I am assigning 6 chapters - 3 from Sam’s POV and 3 from Aeron giving us a look into what Euron is upto. Or it could be 4 for Sam and 2 for Aeron.
I suspect not much happening in Dorne until they align with Young Griff. Arianne and Jon Connington with a look into fAegon’s campaign advancing into KL. Some Vale stuff with Sansa and LF.
GRRM mentions spending a lot of time with Cersei and Tyrion. Cersei remains the only POV in KL and that’s an important location. Jaime and Brienne are together so GRRM can use either of them for Lady Stoneheart/the Brotherhood/Riverlands.
Lots happening at the wall. Big battles in the North and the resolution of the Northern plot - Theon/Asha with Stannis and Davos with Rickon/Northerners. I am not sure if Jon will get a POV - so I am giving him just 3 in case. I think the majority viewpoint will be Mel.
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