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~Something You Read: From Rick to Michonne~
“I cannot believe he actually logged into class this morning from his bed! I think he’d just woken up like five minutes before. He could barely hold his eyes open and had bed hair and everything. Who even does that?” Michonne scoffed.
Rick chuckled. “That sounds exactly like something Shane would do.”
“Mr. Horvath even had to tell him to put on a shirt...which got a lot of grumbling from some of the girls.”
“You included?”
Rick outright laughed at the look of disgust Michonne shot him through his phone’s screen.
“Richard Sutton Grimes, I am offended! You know I have better taste than that. No offense to Shane, but it would have to be the end of the world and we’d have to be the last hope for continuation of the human race before I’d even consider him anything other than a smug nuisance.”
“Ouch! So I’ll take that as a no.”
“Take that as a hell no!”
“Michonne Colette Richardson with the potty mouth! I’m gonna tell your mama and daddy.”
“What’s the worst that could happen? I get grounded and confined to the house and not allowed to go out with my friends? Too late, Miss Rona already beat them to that,” Michonne replied glumly.
“Yeah, it sucks. I can’t believe this is how we’re spending our senior year of high school. I thought everything would be back to normal by now.”
“I don’t even know what normal is anymore. I certainly hope this isn’t our new normal...going to school online, not being able to hang out and only seeing each other “face to face” through a screen in class or during phone calls.”
“I never thought I’d say this...and if you tell my mama, I’ll deny it...but I actually miss school. Not the work,” Rick quickly added. “I miss interacting with everybody, even Eugene and his mullet.”
“Really, Rick? Of all the classmates you could name, you pick Eugene...and his mullet...and not me?”
“You know you’re not just my classmate. You’re my best friend, Michonne. Of course I miss you.”
More than you even know, Rick thought.
“I miss you, too. The two of us haven’t been in the same space in what feels like forever and I’m over it. We don’t even get to go the mountains for Christmas this year,” Michonne lamented.
The Grimes and Richardson families were extremely close. The teens’ parents grew up together in King County and had been close long before Rick and Michonne were born. The families had been planning to spend Christmas break in a vacation home rented out for the holidays. But, now instead of a big Christmas celebration in the mountains, the families were doing as they had for Thanksgiving and keeping their celebrations small and confined to immediate family. Gift giving was even different this year.
The families decided to keep it simple and follow a modified version of the five-gift rule. Each household pulled the name of someone from the other household. The gift recipient told the gift giver what category they wanted their gift to represent. Luckily, Rick and Michonne pulled each other’s names. But even if they hadn’t, they would have managed to get a gift for each other a gift anyway. Michonne wanted “something you read” and Rick asked for “something you want.” Michonne’s gift was already wrapped and ready on Rick’s nightstand.
The canceled vacation and altered holiday routines were just another reminder of how different things were this year. Rick and Michonne had been inseparable since they were babies. They’d seen each other just about every day before pandemic brought their in-person interactions to a halt. The physical separation was something neither teen had really gotten used to even after so many months.
Michonne sighed. “You think it will be like this when we get older if everything does go back to normal and we can get on with our lives?”
“What do you mean?” Rick asked.
“We’re about to go off to college in some form or another and start the next phase of our lives. Do you think this is what it will be like...never seeing each other except through calls or whenever there is a holiday?”
“You think we’re going to grow apart?” Rick asked with a tilt of his head.
Michonne shrugged. “I don’t know. I hope not. But I never thought I’d live through a pandemic either. Life’s funny that way.”
“I know you want to explore the world and go to all these exciting places during and after college. But what about later? Do you think you’ll come back home? To your family?”
To me?
Rick had been in love with his best friend for as long as he could remember. He’d never quite found the words to tell her. He thought maybe he’d ask her to prom and do it then but prom most likely wasn’t going to happen this year. Rick worried if he’d even get the chance to hug Michonne again before they went off to different colleges next fall.
“You mean come back home to live?”
Rick nodded. “Yeah.”
“Is that what you’re going to do...come back home after college?”
“That’s been the plan.”
“Have you ever thought about living somewhere else?”
“Not really...but I guess I would for the right reason.”
And the right person.
“What reason would that be?”
You.
Rick shrugged. “I guess I’ll know when I know.”
Michonne looked away briefly before clearing her throat. “Oh...well, we don’t have to worry about that for a little while longer, anyway. Soon it will be Christmas break. And then it will be New Year’s Eve and we can put this hellish year behind us and start looking forward to the future...wherever that takes us.”
“Michonne, I---
A knock sounded on Rick’s door. It opened and his mom stood in the doorway.
“Honey, I know it’s distance learning but you still need to get some rest for tomorrow. Michonne, you do as well,” Mrs. Grimes added, knowing without question who Rick was talking to this late.
“Yes ma’am,” the teens replied in unison.
“Alright. Goodnight you two. Love you both.”
“Goodnight, Mama.”
“Goodnight, Auntie Suzanne.”
Once his mother closed the door behind her, Rick turned back to the screen.
“Rick, what were you about to say before?”
“Oh...umm...just that I hope you like the Christmas gift I got you.”
“You always pick out the best gifts, so I’m not worried. Well, I guess we better head to bed. Talk to you in the morning before classes?”
“Of course. Goodnight, Michonne.”
“Goodnight, Rick.”
The best friends ended their call and Rick slouched down with a sigh. He had been about to confess his feelings to Michonne right then and there. Her conversation about them growing apart scared him. He didn’t want to lose her.
But what if telling her how I feel pushes her away?
Needing to get his feelings off his chest somehow, Rick tore a piece of paper from his notebook, grabbed a pen and began to write.
Dear Michonne,
You’ve been my best friend since before we could talk and I hope you remain so even after I tell you what’s in my heart. Michonne, I love you...I’m in love with you. Whew! It feels good to FINALLY say that. I’ve loved you since...well, honestly, I can’t think of a time when I didn’t love you in some way. Every moment that’s meant something in my life has had you in it...holding my hand when I was scared on our very first day of school, when you helped me study for and win the spelling bee in third grade, when we took down the school bully, Phillip, on the playground in fifth grade, being each other’s first kiss in sixth grade and each other’s date for our first high school dance, sitting and crying with me when my grandpa died from the virus, stressing about applying to college early decision and celebrating together when we both got into our dream schools. The serious moments, the fun moments and everything in between...you’ve been there. And somewhere along the way, my love for you grew beyond friendship.
I can be my whole self with you because you bring out the best of who I am and you inspire me to want to be even better. You’re the one person I can tell anything and everything to without hesitation. You’re the only person I want to tell everything to. So, you’re probably wondering why I never told you how I feel. Well, I haven’t told you for the same reason your question about us drifting apart scared me...I don’t want to lose you. I can’t imagine...I don’t want to imagine...us not being in each other’s lives. I didn’t want to risk pushing you away or making you feel weird. I still don’t want that. But this year has taught me more than ever that life is short, time is precious and you have to let the people in your lives always know how you truly feel about them while you can.
Whatever you feel for me, please know that your happiness and our friendship are the most important things to me. And I want us to always remain friends, and in each other’s lives, whether or not we ever become a couple. I know we’ll be walking different paths for the next few years, but I hope those paths always lead us back to each other.
This is my first love confession I’ve ever written so I’m not really sure how to end it. I guess, thank you for reading it.
Love always,
Rick
P.S.- If you don’t feel the same way, you don’t have to say anything. We can just pretend this never happened.
Finished, Rick neatly folded the paper in half, wrote Michonne’s name on the front, and placed it on his nightstand beside Michonne’s gift.
Now the question remains if I’ll ever give it to her.
*****
Before Rick knew it, there was only one more week until school let out for the holiday break. He’d decided to have a change of scenery and attended school in his dad’s study today. Returning to his room, Rick plopped down on his bed and reached for his phone that he’d left on the nightstand. To his horror, the phone was there, but Michonne’s gift...and more importantly, Michonne’s note...were both gone.
“MAMA!”
“What?! Why are you yelling?”
“Mama, where’s Michonne’s gift?”
“Your Aunt Sheila and I did our socially distanced gift exchange this afternoon. I dropped their gifts off on their porch and ours were waiting there in a box. I already put them under the tree.”
“So you got Michonne’s gift from me off of my table?”
“Yes.”
“What happened to the piece of paper that was there as well?”
“Well, it had Michonne’s name on it, so I put it in a nice envelope...since you neglected to do so...and added it to her present.”
“Oh, Mama, you didn’t,” Rick groaned.
“Yes, I did. It was beside Michonne’s gift. It had her name on it. It was meant for her right?”
“Yes, ma’am. It was.”
“So why are you looking like I just destroyed your world?”
Because you may just accidentally have.
“Uh...it’s nothing,” Rick hedged. “I uh...I just wanted to exchange gifts in person.”
Mrs. Grimes nodded sympathetically.
“I know sweetie. We all wanted to do that this year, but we have to take the necessary precautions to keep everyone safe.”
Unfortunately, my heart might have just become collateral damage.
The morning after he wrote it, Rick had decided not to give Michonne the letter. He still felt the same way, but he just couldn’t run the risk of his confession altering their friendship in a negative way. However, now all he could do was wait and hope Michonne didn’t take an early peek at her gifts like she used to do when they were kids.
Rick looked at the date on his phone...December 10...fifteen days until Michonne opened the letter. He smiled wistfully at his lock screen. It was picture of him and Michonne that she forced him to take on the last day they saw each other before their world got turned on its head. They were lounging in the hammock in his family’s backyard just talking about their hopes for senior year and beyond. It had been a perfect afternoon. He’d almost told her how he felt then but backed out at the last minute. Now the decision to tell had been taken out of his hands.
Man, I hope I didn’t make the biggest mistake of my life.
*****
As the days to Christmas dwindled down, Rick didn’t notice a change in Michonne or their interactions. They still spoke every morning and every night and she acted the same as always. Rick didn’t know if that meant she hadn’t yet read the letter or that she had and was just not saying anything because didn’t have any romantic feelings for him.
Rick had tried to bribe Michonne’s younger brother, Noah, to find and destroy the letter. But that ended in utter failure. Noah couldn’t find the letter and he got yelled at by Michonne for snooping around her room. But Noah was true to his word (and the fifty dollars Rick sent to his cash app) and never implicated Rick in the plot.
~Christmas Eve~
Rick’s nerves were shot.
One more day until I know if I need to ask to go live with Granny Grimes down in Florida to finish out senior year.
Rick hadn’t spoken to Michonne at all today, which was a rarity.
Maybe she’s avoiding me.
Rick trudged glumly down the stairs so lost in thought that the sudden ringing of the doorbell scared him.
“Did y’all order food?” Rick called out to his family.
“No! It might be a package though,” his father yelled back.
Assuming the delivery person left the package on the porch, Rick pulled open the door without hesitation. He nearly fell over when he saw who was waiting.
“Michonne?! What are you doing here?” Rick started to push open the storm door, but caught himself. “Wait, a second.”
Rick grabbed his mask off the hallway table and put it on before stepping outside. The teens stood on opposite ends of the porch.
Michonne offered a small wave. “Hey, Rick. I came over because I wanted to see you.”
“Why? It must be important if you came in person.”
Oh, man. Is she going to break my heart in person?
“I promise to explain. But, first, I need you to answer some questions.”
“Questions? Why?”
“You’ll see.” Michonne pulled out her phone and unlocked it. “Okay, have you experienced any of the following recently...fever, cough, or headaches?”
“No.”
“Good. Fatigue...muscle or body aches...loss of taste or smell?”
“No.”
“Sore throat...nausea...diarrhea?”
“Michonne!”
“Rick, just answer the question.”
“No.”
“Has anyone in your family experienced those symptoms recently?”
Rick shook his head. “No.”
“Where have you been in the past fourteen days?”
“I’ve been home.” Stressing out over a letter.
“You haven’t gone anywhere outside? Not even to the grocery store?”
“Other than the porch or backyard, I’ve been in the house.”
“Good. I’ve haven’t gone anywhere for the past fourteen days either. I’ve been in the house and avoiding anyone who doesn’t live in my house...basically a self-imposed quarantine.”
“Why?”
“So I could do this.”
Michonne removed her mask and walked over to Rick. She reached up and removed his mask, smiling at the question in his eyes before leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on his lips. After a moment of shocked delay, Rick quickly responded by wrapping his arms around Michonne and deepening the kiss.
Needing a breath and a moment to process it all, the couple slowly broke off their kiss and stared at each other with twin smiles on their faces.
“I take it you read the letter?” Rick asked.
Michonne nodded. “Exactly fourteen days ago.”
“You read it the first night?! Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I’ve never had anyone confess their love for me before...at least not outside of a daydream. I needed time some time to deal.”
“And do you feel the same way?”
“Rick, I quarantined for fourteen days just so I could kiss you. What do you think that means?”
“Maybe I just want to hear you say it.”
Michonne rolled her eyes but couldn’t keep the smile off of her face.
“I love you, too, Rick.”
“Romantically?”
“Yeah.”
“For how long?”
“For as long as I can remember.”
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
Michonne shrugged. “It’s the same reason you didn’t. I was scared and I didn’t want to lose you in case you didn’t feel the same way.”
“But we both feel the same way. So...we’re a couple?”
“Almost. There is something you have to say first.”
“What?” Then it dawned on Rick and he flushed, suddenly shy. “I wrote it in the letter.”
“Maybe I just want to hear you say it.”
Rick chuckled at his words being thrown back at him, before he turned serious.
“I love you, Michonne.”
Michonne’s face lit up with a smile that took Rick’s breath away.
“Now, we’re a couple,” she declared.
Rick took Michonne’s hand and led her over to the porch swing. The couple drew close under the blanket Rick’s mom kept there for the chilly winter nights.
“Guess I won’t have to open any gifts tomorrow.”
“What do you mean?” Michonne questioned.
“Christmas came early. I have everything I want now.”
Michonne smiled and pulled Rick into a hug. When they separated, a sudden question occurred to Rick.
“Hey, did you open my actual gift I got you to read?” Rick asked.
“Not yet, I was waiting until tomorrow. I only opened the letter because I thought it was a card. I’m glad I didn’t wait though because that letter was truly the best thing I’ve read in my entire life.”
Rick blushed happily at Michonne’s words.
“Well, maybe you’ll read something even better one day.”
“Like what?”
“Our wedding vows.”
Michonne’s eyes widened before she smiled sweetly, “Yeah, maybe one day.”
The couple shared another kiss before they cuddled against each other and slowly rocked in the swing, enjoying the Christmas lights shining across the neighborhood.
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#richonne5#richonne#because teenage Rick and Michonne would be adorable#forgive any typos...I'm tired lol
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The Raven and the Robin
Yeah so I’d like to blame certain parties such as @ladyanput @virgil-is-a-cutie For getting me back into Ever After High Hell.
Summary: Raven King was tired of everyone comparing her to her mother instead of seeing her for herself, its why she opted for castle schooling instead. Unfortunately it was the year of Legacy Day so she couldn’t make anymore excuses.
Besides Evil Queen wasn’t her role; her family knew she was going to be the Good King but well... the Evil Queen wasn’t available.
They didn’t know what happened to the King-Queens and preferably no one outside of their circle of trust would find out.
It was the year of Legacy Day…. Then again Legacy Day was done almost 15-20 years after one, depending on how long those fairy tales had taken to have children.
You know Raven didn’t need to think of the logistics of this already stupid thing.
She never liked the fact that everyone expected her to be just like her mother, the Evil Queen of the previous generation who’d gone rouge and nearly destroyed Wonderland, Mara Queen. People tended to forget that she disowned her mother; after everything she did to her, to the kingdom, to Wonderland, to everyone… to her family. Raven didn’t like thinking of the Evil Queen, having long since distanced herself from the stern but loving Mara Queen, as her mother, ever since Prince had been turned into a rat and Robin had….
“Would you two stop fighting?! Peas and crackers!” Maddie’s outburst had interrupted Raven’s spiral, her Wonderlandian friend just as mad as she usually was. Well her father was The Mad Hatter.
“Um, who are you talking to?”
“Why, the narrators! Oh, you can't hear them, Raven, only I can.” Of course there were narrators, Raven gave a small fond smile at her friend before sighing.
“It's just... Ah! I'm sick of everyone thinking I'm so "evil," because my mom was. It's not fair! They don’t even know the real me! They don’t even remember the fact that I was raised by the Good King” the next thing she knew her outburst of emotion caused all their things to levitate before quickly dropping. “Ah curses, not again”
“No one thinks you're evil. Hehe, now you're just talking crazy! La-la-la!”
“Daughter of the Mad Hatter calls ME crazy?”
“Would you stop with the worry-flurry? Besides, your new do is completely you! No one will tell which Tale you belong to” Raven had been worrying about the whole thing ever since she knew she’d have to enroll at Ever After High though her father had been able to pull some strings and get her excused during her first year, unfortunately Legacy Day prevented her from doing so again. As the duo walked up the stairs, Raven noticed the stares but they quickly brushed over her and focused on Maddie’s Wonderland madness.
Raven was relieved, she never met many other fairy tale characters outside of those who resided in her kingdom or family friends such as Cerise Hood, Ramona Badwolf or Hunter Huntsman. Raven hadn’t expected a visit from Madeline “Maddie” Hatter out of the blue, the girl just stating that the place was in need of a good tea party. She hadn’t left her side ever since.
Raven had long wavy ebony black hair with royal blue highlights in an upsweep, a silver circlet with a ruby in the middle framing her hair. She wore a black corset top with a sweetheart neckline, a white pencil skirt with a carmine red tail that reached her knees to it and a black leather jacket with carmine accents tying her outfit together
She didn’t fit the look people had for the daughter of the Evil Queen.
“See? They don’t even realize who you are!” Maddie cheered before a chime familiar to them both rang. “Yay, tea time! Earl Grey,” the little mouse squealed from atop of her cup hat and brought out the teapot “oh, you clever dormouse! Why, yes, this is a new dress.”
Raven just let herself get carried by the madness and took a seat next to her best friend forever after.
The first half of the first day of school had been… interesting. Her classes were pretty broad but Raven didn’t know what to think of them; Science and Sorcery, Castle Design, Grimmnastics and Muse-ic Class had been fun so far but it was tiring always being on alert to make sure no one learned of her last name.
Lunch was honestly a take of fresh air as she’d be able to hang out with her friends, Maddie, Cerise and Hunter.
Then an unexpected visitor came.
“Hey, uh Raven! Right?” Raven took a good look at the guy in front of her light skin, brown hair with a cowlick and deep rich blue eyes; though it was a shame that his glasses blocked out most of their beauty.
“Y-Yeah. You’re in my Science and Sorcery Class, right?” Raven wanted the Earth to swallow her as she found herself alone with a cute boy as she waited for her friends to finally come to the table.
”Uh-You look gort... I mean great. I-I don't even know what gort is…”
“Well, I'd offer you a seat, but we don’t exactly know each other. To sit here you'd have to be pretty—”
Suddenly screams and squeals could be heard from the castleteria entrance, mostly from the girls, and flashing lights from the center of the group.
“Daring”
“What? No, Raven, I'm Dex, Dexter Charming! Daring's my bro…” while the two had gone back to their conversation neither realized the epicenter of the screams had come to their direction until Dexter felt a familiar heavy pat to the back “ther. Oh, gort.”
“Why, Once upon a hi! I’ve never seen you around here, are you a new student?” Raven had to resist the urge of rolling her eyes, not wanting to make a bad impression, as she could only guess who was behind her.
“Yep. You’re Apple White, daughter of Snow White, and Daring Charming, son of King Charming” Raven stated though Apple and Daring seemed to flourish at the recognition.
“I-uh I have to warn you: don't stare at the teeth. Just got them whitened” oh, so that's where the lights came from.
“You are royally correct! Who might you be?” Apple preened as Raven covered her eyes from Daring’s smile.
“I’m… Raven” the expecting looks from the trio annoyed Raven but she might as well get them over with “Raven King”
“Oh my good fairy! You must be another Royal” Apple cheered until they heard coughing from behind, Raven sighing in relief as she saw her friends.
“Sorry but you’re kinda in our way” Hunter shrugged, waiting for Apple and Daring to move before Cerise rolled her eyes and pushed past them to take her seat.
“Well then I think it's time for us to go to lunch boys! Spell you later, Raven” Apple practically commanded the two Charming boys to accompany her to the Royal table, though Dexter shot Raven a shy wave.
“Well I guess that was a nice first time meeting my niece” Raven joked as they finally began eating their food.
“She sure is something alright” Cerise rolled her eyes before beginning on her large steak.
“For what is she without her people and crown? To which do not approve of Wonderland do” Maddie added along, taking out another cup from her hat.
“She used to be a lot more chill at the beginning of last year” the hooded girl explained, cleaning up from her meaty meal with a dainty napkin “But she started getting fidgety when there was no EQ in the student body. That’s when she really started firing up the whole Royals v Rebels and following your destiny thing”
“Right. So what are Royals?”
“I thought we went over this,” Hunter whispered before explaining “It's everyone who wants to sign their Destiny on the Storybook of Legends and follow their stories. We’re Rebels, the ones who’d rather find their own way in life, though we’re probably going to sign too”
Raven woke up the next day to Maddie’s breakfast tea time alarm chiming; she really wasn’t looking forward to rehearsal today.
She didn’t know her well but Apple White was certainly overbearing; Kingdom Management was practically overtaken by Apple hogging the spotlight and not letting anyone else speak. The only good thing out of it was that she was able to talk to the Charming twins; Dexter and Darling.
“So, when your magical key appears, you insert it gently into the Storybook of Legends, then stand, shoulders back, and declare your destiny to the world! Have I made myself clear?” Headmaster Grimm, descendant of the original Grimm Brothers, spoke to the student body.
“Headmaster Grimm, but what if…” Raven knew she couldn’t, wouldn’t, sign the book unless Robin was around, her decision would alter his and she couldn’t just𑁋
“No questions? Good. Now, we're going to practice with this tiny Manual of Entirely Reasonable School Rules. Who will go first?”
Raven waited nervously as each one of the students scheduled for Legacy Day passed up to the podium; Briar Beauty, Rosabella Beauty, Jillian Beanstalk, Daring, Dexter and Darling Charming, Kitty Cheshire, Hopper Croackington II, Humphrey Dumpty, Ashlynn Ella, Farrah Goodfairy, Maddie, Lizzie Hearts, Cerise, Sparrow Hood, Hunter 𑁋
“Raven… King”
Raven could feel the stare of Headmaster Grimm as she walked up to the podium.
“I'm Raven King and I pledge to follow my destiny as... um... I have a question!”
“What is it?” Raven could tell that she was getting on the Headmaster’s nerves and knew that her next question would definitely cause a ruckus but…
“I was just wondering, I mean, what if I don't want to take the pledge?”
Raven definitely had to have seen all the gasps and screams of horror coming. Grimm stomping up to her and facing her head on though was probably the more uncomfortable part.
“Here's your answer. If you don't pledge your destiny, your story ceases to exist.”
“Ceases to exist? So then... What happens to me?”
“You will cease to exist! Poof! Now, Raven, continue.” Raven could tell that the conversation was over, it reminded her of how she’d talk. She also knew that her next words would cause even more of an issue.
“I… I am Raven King, daughter of the Good King and I𑁋”
“You’re daughter of the Good King! That means- That means you’re my Evil Queen!” Apple squealed in delight, running up the steps and giving Raven the biggest hug she could. More gasps could be heard, even someone fainting, as Apple just began to ramble more and more on how hexallent it was that Raven finally revealed herself, how they’d be roomates to get to know each other and how she couldn’t wait to be poisoned and get her happily ever after just like their mothers.
“Do not compare me to that woman” Raven shook Apple off of her, she could feel her cerulean eyes glow and her hair float.
“I gotta go”
“But the rules are... The rules!”
“Destiny!”
Raven ignored all the yells and just made her way into the Enchanted Forest. She finally settled onto a log, watching on a tree as two black birds circled around their nest before one of them began to chirp at a bush underneath.
It was an injured bird. No.
It was a dead bird.
Raven couldn’t help but cry.
“The Raven flies. The clouds, they sing! The Robin sleeps, with a broken wing. The Apple falls not far from the tree. But what should happen when the tide rolls in?”
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#Ever After High#EAH#EAH Fanfic#Fanfiction#EAH Salt#Raven Queen#The Raven and the Robin#Eve-Valution#Raven King AU#eah au#Apple White Salt#Apple White#Raven centric
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Au (Young) prince jon pertwee x reader
Warnings: non
Paring : (young) jon pertwee x reader
Words : 5,840
Im sorry its so long i lost track of wrighting please do excuse me for any spelling mistakes and if its written weird this was writing over the span of three weeks because i also had to do my job in between, but i hope you enjoy reading and please let me know what you think 😊💖
Notes : reader is invited to a court presatation because she turned 18 and is of noble blood after the court presentation she can go to royal/noble balls/parties to look for a suitable husband. (Debutante dress = is a court presatation dress in case you are wondering) i tried to make it as acurate as posseble But i make things up here and there. This Plays somewhere between the late 1890s and the early 1910s. Y/n her family is really kind to their friends, servants and other people of lower class.
Other info : (m/f/n) mother 's friend name.... (P/s/n) Personal servant name
Y/n was sitting in the library of their mension reading when she heared her mother call her
"Y/n i have news for you" her mother walked in.
"What is it mother?" Asked y/n while placing her book that she was reading on the table
"I just got a letter from the Queen she invited us for the next up coming court presatation in the Buckingham palace"
"Oh really and what has it to do with me?"
"Wel now that you turned 18 you are oficialy of age now to look for a husband" her mother said smiling "And after the Court presentation you wil be able to go to royal parties, balls and banquets"
Y/n stood up "when is the presentation?'
"The ceremony begines around 2:00 thill 3:00 pm march 30th" awnserd her mother
"And what do i have to do now its februari 28th mother i have a whole month"
"Well" said her mother "we have to try Debutante dresses choose shoes and accessoires plus you need to practice."
"Practice what?"
"To precent yourself of course" said her mother
"Mother do i really have to"
"Yes dear you know your father and i exept the way you are but the Queen does not"
"Alright lets choose a dress first"
Y/n sighed "fine"
(You can Choose one of the dresses above)
After a whole day of trying on dresses y/n finaly found the one including the shoes
"Mother is it alright that i go to bed im extremly tired" asked y/n
"Sure my dear good night" said her mom
"Good night mother" said y/n while walking up the stairs to her bedroom
While walking past her fathers studdy she saw him sitting there reading trough some papers.
"Hello father how was your day today?" She asked while walking in
"Oh hello y/n it was alright I got the news from your mother that you are invited to the court presatation"
"Yes indeed im kinda nervous" y/n said while twirling her fingers
"Oh nothing to worry about dear if you practice good you will be able to get trough it"
"Thanks father im going to bed now i have been fitting dresses the whole day im really tired now" she said while giving her father a kiss on the forehead
"Good night dear"
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The next morning y/n woke up early and prepared her self to get ready for breakfast
"Good morning y/n" said her mother
"Morning" she replied
"Did you sleep wel dear?"
"Yes i did" smiled y/n and sat at the head of the table and started to eat
"Ready to choose the right accessoires today y/n?"
"Oh yes mother im looking forward to it" she said smiling
After breakfast y/n And her mother went to her parents bedroom, her mother walked up to a big wooden closet and opend the doors On one of the shelves was a soft pink box, She grabed it and went to y/n.
"In this box are some accessoires that you can chose from, these wer worn by my mother and myself at our first court presatations" she grabed the white gloves out of the box and gave them to y/n
Y/n looked in the box and saw a pearl choker a smal tiara a big diamond necklace and a hand fan plus veil with ostrich feathers.
"This is what i wore at the time" said her mother She set the box on the bed and grabed the chocker and put it around y/n's neck next she grabed the biger necklace "this bigger one wore my mother as wel and her mother before that" she clasped the necklace around y/n her neck as wel. Her mother smiled at y/n and looked in the full length mirror She grabed the tiara and placed it on her head
"you look so mutch like me when i wore that".
"when will i have to practes mother?".
"Next week dear"
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March 9th
Today y/n would go to practes her presatation a friend of her mother would come and help her.
When afternoon came around her mother brought her friend in
"y/n you remember (mother best friend name)"
"Oh yes i do"
"Oh Look at you, you look so mutch like your mother it was just like yesterday that i hold you for the first time" she gave y/n a big hug
"Shal we go and practice now?" Asked her mother
Everything was set up for the practice, two chairs a long big rug and there wer some servants of the house who wer there to help. Y/n wore a dress kinda similar to a debutant dress but it was for practice
"Alright y/n when you present yourself to the Queen you have to bow, how does it go you come trough that door you walk over to us and bow but not a normal bow you get really low your knee almost toutch the ground kiss your mother her hand after that while you get up gracefully you grab the train of your dress again and put it over the same arm like you had before you walked in and walk out of the room. We wil be practicing the up comming 2 weeks so that you wil do it correct" said the (m/f/n).
Y/n nodded "good". Y/n walked out of the room to the door one of her personal servants was waiting
"I bet that you wil do it good y/n" said (p/s/n) he/she smiled at her.
(P/s/n) grabed the court train from y/n her arm and placed it behind her, y/n stood up straight a fake bouqet of arteficial flowers in hand, she walked out of the room not to fast and not to slow, y/n walked to her mother grabed her hand and went in a bow she kisses her mothers hand then she let go and reached for her court train she tried to stand up But the lost balance and fell over.
"are you alright dear?" Asked her mother
"Oh yeah im alright how did i do for the first time?"
"That was pretty good for the first time you looked like a natural" said her (m/f/n)
"Should i try again?" Asked y/n
"Sure dear you did wel but you have to work on your balance" said her mother giving y/n a soft smile
Y/n tried over and over again to do it right but everytime she tried to stand up the fell over because she could not keep her balance y/n her mother stood up from her chair and walked over to her daughter
"Y/n are you alright" asked her mother
"Yes" said y/n while wiping her tears away "im just so disapointed in myself, i can't even do a simple thing like standing up gracefully"
(M/f/n) walked over "we just keep practcing we have two more weeks to go"
"Lets have some tea and take a break"
Y/n was about to stand up but fell down again "i have enough now!" She took off her heels and trew them to the other side of the room but while the heels wer thrown the heel of the left shoe broke off
(P/s/n) walked to get the shoe and turned around "look y/n i think this i why you kept falling over" she showed them the shoe
"Lucky enough are those shoes for practice" said (m/f/n)
"Yes indeed"
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March 30th
Finaly the day came of the court presatation y/n was dressed up in her gown and had her bouqet of flowers conciderd out of
White Lisianthus, White Gypsophila, White/Green Monte Casino Asters, Pink Hydrangea, Pink roses, pink astibe, dust miller.
they wer absolutly beautyfull, she walked up to their cariage and sat down, her mother was also dressed up in a presatation gown.
"Are you ready for today y/n?"
"Yes mother" y/n smiled
They arived at the Buckingham palace, y/n got up and grabed her court train and got out her mother followed. there were many young man and ladys who were present and walked in trough the big doors her mother linked y/n her arm trough hers and followed the other people.
When they came in to a big hall women wer lined up and all the men went in to the drawing room of the palace, they lined up behind the other women y/n was kinda nervous and her mother saw that.
"Y/n are you alright dear?"
"Im just nervous mother"
Her mother smiled and squeesed y/n her hand "oh sweety its Alright take a deep breath"
About 30 minuts later it was y/n her turn a royal servant took the train from y/n her arm and placed it behind her, Their name was called out by one of the servants "may i present to you (y/m/n) and y/n (l/n)"
her mother went with her in to the drawing room nobel men,women and the king and queen wer ther y/n walked gracefully head held high steady steps her mother bowed and so did y/n, y/n grabed the hand of the Queen and kissed it and then let go, she grabbed the train of her dress placed it over her arm and stood up and walked out of the drawing room with her mother. Y/n let go of a breath and smiled "you did so wel sweetheart" her mother said to her.
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April 13th
About 2 weeks later they got an other invatation
"Y/n we got an other letter dear its for an invatation to a ball at Buckingham palace" said her mother
Her father sat in his chair reading the news paper "when is it (y/m/n)?"
"In a week she replied"
Y/n sat up straight "in a week? then i have to chose my accessoires" she stood up and walked up the stairs to her bedroom. Once in her bedroom she opend the closet and grabed a box with all kind of accessoires, tiara's, necklace's, wristbands, earings. And many more. Then she remembered the box she got for her 18th birthday. Y/n placed the box back in her clossed and grabbed the one she got for her birthday, she had not opend it yet because her mother had said that its for her first ball
In the box was a pair of white shoes, a tiara/crown, a diamond necklace and a pearl choker with a pink quartz/diamond, a pair of diamond pearl earing, a diamond opal bracelet and a carnete de ball handfan.
Her mother walked in "you like it y/n?" She asked smiling softly while sitting next to her on the bed
"Oh its loveley" said y/n with tears in her eyes
"Tomorow we are going to fit dresses and you can choose whatever design of dress you like"
Y/n stood up and did a twirl oh "i can't wait for the ball" she grabbed her mothers hand and twirled her around as wel and started to giggle, her mother smiled and said "you just look so mutch like me when i got the invatation i was so exited and thats how i met your father",
"You met father at your first ball? Wow it sounds like a real fairytail" y/n had a dreamy look in her eyes.
The next day y/n and her mother went to fit dresses for the ball many girls war walking in and out of the store, they walked in and looked at the dresses they lined the walls all kind of colors purple, pink, yellow, blue and manny more. One of the workers of the shop walked up to them and asked "hello welkom to our shop how can i help you"
"Wel we are looking for a dress for my daughter She's going to her first ball"
"I see, follow me" said the employe
Hours went by and y/n just could not find the right dress when she walked in to an other room she saw other ball gowns, she walked back to her mother "mother i have seen some dresses in the other room can we please look at them?" Her mother nodded
After fitting more dresses y/n finaly found the perfect dress
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April 20th
The day of the ball
Everybody was ready the cariage was waiting to take them to Buckingham palace y/n her parents were waiting for their daughter. Y/n was still getting ready with the help of (p/s/n). "You look absolutely beautyfull y/n" she placed the tiara on y/n her head
"Thank you (p/s/n)" smiled y/n she stood up and walked out of her bedroom " take the evening off you deserve it and thanks for helping (p/s/n)" y/n walked down the stairs out of the door, Y/n took her seat and the cariage went on its way.
When they arived at the palace there wer many people just like at the court presatation she saw many other cariages. Y/n her parents got out of the cariage when they got out then her father hold out his hand and y/n grabed it helping her out she stood next to her father and he smiled "You look so mutch like your mother" y/n blushed "thank you father"
Her mother put her hand on y/n her shoulder "y/n remember the hand fan that was in the box" y/n nodded "Good wel when you have danced with a person you note their name on the hand fan in that case you wil know who is who"
After her mother was done explaining they went inside the palace they followed the music manny young men and women were on the ballroom floor dancing some wer drinking some wine on the side. Y/n followed her parents to a group of people who wer chatting with echoter. They introduced y/n to some of the males in the group her parents wer already deep in conversation that they din't see a man walking up to her he bowed to y/n and asked "may i have this dance madam?" Y/n replied "yes of course" he took her hand and leaded her to the ballroom floor
He had brown curly hair blue eyes and a kind face he was wearing a suit with medals and golden trims
"Whats your name?" she asked
"My name is John Devon Roland de Perthuis de Laillevault but you can call me jon for short miss, but whats the name of this beautyfull women in front of me?" Jon asked smiling.
"My name is y/n l/n" she replied with a smile
"A beautyfull name for a beautyfull women"
When they arived on the ball room floor the music started to play again he placed his right hand on her hip and the left on her shoulder. Y/n her left hand grabbed her skirt and her right hand grabbed jon's left hand, and they started to dance to the walz.
"You are really great at the walz miss y/n i never met someone who could dance as good as you"
"Oh thank you" blushes y/n
When the dance ended jon wished her goodbye but then she relised "wait!" she went after him
"Yes?" He turned around
"How Do you spell your full name?" She asked blushing
Jon laughed "shall i write it down for you?"
Y/n nodded and gave him her hand fan and pencil "will i see you again?" She asked
"Of course" he gave her the pencil and hand fan back,"see you later miss y/l/n" he said with a smile and he walked away.
A few minutes later a man with blond hair and blue eyes walked up to her
"May i have this dance please?" He bowed
"Yes of course" she replied and put her hand in his.
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About a few hours later y/n had a few names on her hand fan wich included
Peter Malcolm Gordon Moffett, Thomas Stewart Baker, Percy James Patrick Kent-Smith, David John McDonald,
She walked back to her parents who wer standing on the side talking with some people
"Ah y/n there you are are you enjoying your self" her father asked
"Yes im enjoying myself" she smiled
"May i see your hand fan dear?"asked her mother
Y/n gave her the hand fan and her mother looked over the names then she saw a name of somone really important "y/n dear have you danced with John Devon Roland de Perthuis de Laillevault?" Her mother asked in a hussed tone
"Um is something wrong with that?"
"No not at all but do you know who that is?" Y/n shook her head "y/n he's a prince you have dance with one of the royals"
Sundenly it clicked she had danced with a royal, a prince non the less
Her mother gave y/n back her hand fan " you can go and get something to drink dear" her mother smiled and turned back to the people who she was talking with
Y/n walked way to the table to get something to drink
"Miss y/l/n" she turned around hearing somone saying her last name, when she turned around there stood jon smiling at her "Hello" she said smiling sofly.
"going for a drink i see" jon also grabbed a glass from the table and took a sip
She nodded while looking around the ball room "I really do enjoy my first ball but my feet hurt from dancing" she giggled
Jon took the last sip from his wine glass "follow me i wanna show you something"
Y/n followed after jon up to the the grand stairs they went to the first floor to the east wing of the palace, jon hold open the door to the center room "we are here" y/n looked around the room "um jon i really don't want to be rude but i should not be here" she looked doen grabbing her skirt with one hand
Jon walked to the balcony doors And opend them, he than walked back over to y/n " why not? I mean im here im aloud to be here so are you" he grabed her hand sofly. She looked up and gave a soft smile. Jon grined and walked her over to the balcony "the sky is beautyfull tonight" jon said looking up, she followed his gaze to the sky and she lost her breath "its beautyfull", jon grabed a chair and set it down for y/n "please do sit down and rest your feet"
Y/n sat down and jon walked back in to get an other chair she took off her shoes and start to rub her feet "I think i have blisters on my feet" she said gigeling. Jon came back with the chair and sat down next to her "are you alright?" "Hmm yeah i am" she turned to face him "are you sure?". "Yeah but i don't think im going to dance for a month" y/n laughed and jon joined in. "I never met someone like you, you are not like most women i met at this ball and other parties". "Is that a good thing or?". "I mean it in a good way don't worry".
Y/n and jon chat for an other hour when y/n said "Jon what time is it?". "one moment" jon stood up went to look at the grand clock then she heared the chimes of big ben and she counted them "1.....2.....3.....4.....5.....6......7.....8....9...10...11....12 its mid night i should go my parents said we would leave at 12" y/n stood up and grabed her shoes and put them on "should i escort you to your carriage?". "Yeah sure" jon offered y/n her arm and walked her down the stairs people wer leaving and some wer wispering among them selfs while they saw the prince walk down the stairs with a women who they din't really know.
They walked outside to the carriage. "Y/n there you are" said her mother, she bowed down to jon "your highness" jon held up his hand "there is no need for that" he smiled. Jon looked at y/n her father "your daughter is quite a special one". "What did you do y/n?". "She did nothig wrong don't worry". "Let's go home its late and i bet that y/n is really tired". Y/n her mother climbed in to the carriage and then her father followed. "Wil we see echoter again?" Asked y/n "i know we wil" jon said smiling.
Y/n sat in the carriage as wel next to the carriage stood a big flower pot with red roses he plucked one and gave it to her. "Thank you" she smiled. "Until next time" He bowed. The carriage rode away jon waved after her and so did y/n. She sat back down once jon was out of sight. "So what did you two do?" Asked her father. " nothig we sat and talked". "But where did you go we could not see you anywere". "We went to the center room i had to sit down because my feet hurt". "I see, wel you can take a rest tomorow" her mother smiled.
Once home y/n walked up the stairs to her bedroom and started to dress for bed after she was done she got under the blankets and fell asleep dreaming of jon.
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A few weeks later..
Y/n was sitting outside in her back garden reading a book when she heared the sound of horses and the weels of a carriage then it stoped wich means it had stoped before their house then she heared her mother call "y/n would you see who that is dear?". "Yes of course!" Y/n placed her book aside and stood up she walked down the path next to the house wich was shaded by trees and bushes.
When y/n got to the front of the house there stood the carriage but not any carriage but the royal carriage. lackey opend the door and shouted "may i present to you his royal highness John Devon Roland de Perthuis de Laillevault!" After his name was anounced jon stepped out and looked around when then his eyes fell on y/n " hello y/n its great to see you again" he said while walking up to her. " jon what are you doing here? How did you find my adress?" She asked smiling "i had to ask my parents for your aderess" he said while rubing his neck. Y/n smiled and grabed his hand "come with me i'll show you the way to the garden" going down the same path jon had to duck to avoid the tree branches.
when they got in the back garden y/n her parents wer sitting drinking some tea "mother, father look who's here" her parents looked up "your highness" said her mother "please just call me jon" he said smiling "please do sit down" y/n her father gestured at a chair "I will get some more tea" y/n went inside. "So Jon tell us why are you here?". "Wel after the ball and a few weeks after that i could not take my mind of your daughter" y/n her mother smiled "I understand". "and i want to get to know her better and start a relationship". "What do you think y/m/n?". "I give my consent" she said smiling. "So do i" her husband said.
When y/n came back with the tea and sat down "y/n I have a question for you". "Yes what is it jon?". "I was wondering if we could start a relationship with echoter because i just haven't been abel to get you out of my mind". Y/n smiled and grabed his hand "I would love to" her parents smiled at them when they looked at jon and y/n sitting there they saw them self when they wer younger.
Jon stayed the night over at their house in the guest room wich was next to y/n's, jon was staring at the seling when he heared a knok on the bedroom door, jon got out of bed and walked to the door and opend it, there stood y/n in a night gown and a candel labra "hello" she smiled "hello y/n whats wrong?", "I could not sleep what about you?", "me neither i was just staring at nothing" he grined, "may i come in?", "yes sure". y/n walked in and put the candel labra on the bed side table and walked to the balcony doors And opend them
"I readed in the news paper that there would be shooting stars tonight" y/n walked outside to sit on the chairs who stood on the balcony, jon walked outside and sat down next to her. "Look!", jon looked up in shock at the sky but when he looked up he saw stars shooting trough the sky it was absolutly beautyfull, y/n was in aw Jon looked from the sky back at y/n she was absolutly beautyfull her eyes glinsterd like stars. About an hour y/n fell asleep, jon picked her up and braught her back to her own room he placed her in bed he blowed out the candels and went back to his own room and fell asleep on his bed
The next day they all had breakfast with echoter "would you all mind comming back with me to Buckingham palace to meet my parents?" Jon asked "oh i would love to, can we please go?" "Yes sure dear" her mother smiled
After breakfast y/n and her parents prepared them self to go back to Buckingham palace with jon, jon was waiting for them to get ready y/n was the one who was done first she walked down the stairs towarts jon he held his arm out to her and she took it a "I just can't wait to meet your parents" she said while leaning her head on his shoulder". a few minuts later y/n her parents also came from the stairs they walked outside to the carriage that was waiting for them the lackey opend the door and let them in jon held out his hand to help her in the carriage. She sat down and jon sat next to her and her parents went to sit opposite them.
After the carriage arived at Buckingham palace jon his parents wer waiting for them once they stept out they aproced jon's parents. "Father mother this is y/n y/l/n and these are her parents y/f/n and y/m/n" y/n her parents bowed and so did y/n. "Its so Nice to meet you" jon his mother said. "Its an honor to meet you your highness". "Oh no need to be so formal just call me Avice, this is my husband roland". " Its Nice to meet you" he kissed y/n her hand and did the same to her mother and shook her fathers hand. "please follow us to the white drawing room" they followed them and sat down on the coutch "our son has been talking a lot about you sinds the ball". "Only good things i hope" y/n giggled. Jon's mother smiled she knew that she's the perfect girl for her son.
After they talked jon and y/n went to the garden of the palace and went to take a walk "your parents are so Nice" smiled y/n while they walked past the lake y/n looked at the water when her eyes fell on something "jon look ducks" he followed her gaze "would you like to sit down?" y/n nodded jon took off his jacked and layed it on the ground "My lady" he said grinning "thank you" she giggled back. "Its so peacefull here" jon humed in respond.
That night everybody went to bed y/n went to her guest room that was located next to jon's while her parents bedroom was opposite of them. What they din't know was that when y/n and jon had been outside early that day they wer talking about the relationship of their children and that if they would get maried they would exept it because that they could get along so wel.
The next few months went like this And later on they would stay for a week at echoters house.
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Jon's parents decided to give a outside party at Buckingham palace it was warm outside and the sky was blue. A big picknick was prepared in the afternoon, people war enjoying them self music was playing some people wer dancing. Jon stood up "shal we go for a little walk?" He asked while holding his hand out for y/n to take "yes of course" she placed her hand in his jon helped her up, "its so Nice that your parents invited our family's" smilled y/n "wel i heared that there is someone who will make a big announcement" jon said. " Oh really? I dint know that do you know who the person is who's going to make the announcement?" Jon shook his head "no i don't know".
When they got back jon's father saw that he came back with y/n from the walk he tapt his wife on the shoulder "avice, think its the best moment now that jon makes the announcement" his wife nodded "i think he knows when to do it darling" jon came back they had they had a secret sign jon nodded to his father wich ment that he is ready roland stood up "dear ladies and gentlemen there is someone with is who would like to make an announcement" he gesures to his son. Jon "yes like my father said i would like to make an announcement" he turned to y/n "y/n the day sinds i met you on the night of the ball i knew we would go wel togetter, and with all those months that i have known you those wer the best months of my life And thats why i want to ask an important question" jon went down on his knee and pulled out a red velvet box with a ring "dear y/n l/n Do you want to be my wife?" Y/n had tears in her eyes and her hand over her mouth, everybody was looking at her waiting for the awnser. "YES! a milion times YES!" everybody started clapping and cheering. Y/n huged jon, he spun her around and hold her close.
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The day of the wedding
Y/n woke up early to get prepared for her special day. taking A bath, fitting her dress, do her hair and make up, jon also prepared him self they could not see echoter thill the wedding. Y/n her mother in law walked up to her with a box "this is for you my dear" she handed her the box, y/n opend it in the box was a beautyfull tiara with diamonds and pearls "I wore this on my wedding day now i want you to have it" avice grabed the tiara and put it on y/n her head "so now you look like a real princess". "Oh before i forget" avice grabed an other box and handed y/n a piece of paper it readed "big congatulations to the new couple, here is my wedding gift to you, Greatings from the Queen of England" she opend the box and there was a diamond necklace with a diamond heart. "Its absolutly gorgeous" she clasped the necklace around her neck.
Y/n her mother walked in "Oh sweetheart you look absolutely beautyfull", "thanks mother", "we have two more hours thill the wedding". Y/n nodded and smiled "I can't believe im going to get maried" she cried happy tears Her mother huged her "Oh darling we are so proud of you our little girl".
Jon got in his cariage with his and y/n her father 30 minuts before y/n did and they left for Westminster Abbey. People wer standing on the side of the road waving at them. 30 minuts later y/n got in her own cariage together with her mother and mother in law, "im so nervous", " don't worry dear you wil get trough this". When they arived they went to a separate room 10 more minuts before the wedding started. Jon stood at the altar waiting for her with his parents next to them, people sat down in their chairs. There wer so many people friends, family, nobels and royals. Music started to play wich indicated that the wedding had started y/n took her father's arm and he walked her down the aisle. The music stoped when y/n stood at the altar
The priest spoke"Welcome friends, family and nobles today we have gathered to tie the knot between these two young lovers, John Devon Roland de Perthuis de Laillevault and (your full name)", please repeat after me.
"I, (Bride/Groom), take (you/thee) (Groom/Bride), to be my (wife/husband), to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I promise to be faithful to you until death parts us."
"I, John Devon Roland de Perthuis de Laillevault, take (your full name), to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I promise to be faithful to you until death parts us."
He grabed the ring and put it on y/n her finger
"I, (your full name), take John Devon Roland de Perthuis de Laillevault, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I promise to be faithful to you until death parts us."
Y/n did the same and put the ring on jon his finger as wel
"Now that you both have committed yourselves to one another and to your Holy Union through the sacred vows that you have taken and by the giving and receiving of these rings, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride"
Jon kissed y/n and everybody stood up and clapped for the bride and groom, jon and y/n walked down the aisle the bells wer ringing sending the newly wedd couple on their way people outside wer cheering for them. Y/n and jon walked down the stairs to the carriage that was waiting for them.
it was pulled by four white horses, they got in and sat down they rode away people linned the streets clapping and cheering flower peddals wer thrown it was absolutly beautyfull. Jon and y/n kissed as they rode back to the palace
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A few years later y/n and jon welcomed a beautyfull girl named Dariel de Perthuis de Laillevault and boy named sean de Perthuis de Laillevault in the world
And they lived happy ever after
The end
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Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
Chapter 17: A Sluggish Memory
“Late in the afternoon, a few days after New Year, Harry, Ron and Ginny lined up beside the kitchen fire to return to Hogwarts. The Ministry had arranged this one-off connection to the Floo Network to return students quickly and safely to the school.” – But what about those students who don’t have access to the Floo Network, like Hermione and other Muggleborns? And it also doesn’t seem like they all arrive at the same time, so McGonagall has students dropping in her office all day.
So Apparation lessons cost no less than 12 Galleons? And the fact that Ron not mentioned this once, just like he didn’t talk about his new potions book costing 9 Galleons, really must mean the Weasleys have more money now. Though I think it is interesting that Apparation is something you don’t learn at school but through a Ministry approved course. Bit like driving lessons then. And just like them perhaps not every student can afford them.
“‘I forgot you’d already done it … I’d better pass my test first time,’ said Ron, looking anxious. ‘Fred and George did.’ ‘Charlie failed, though, didn’t he?’ ‘Yeah, but Charlie’s bigger than me,’ Ron held his arms out from his body as though he were a gorilla, ‘so Fred and George didn’t go on about it much … not to his face, anyway …’” – Despite the fact that the twins are no longer at school Ron still thinks about their reaction and compares himself with them. But I guess lifelong unhealthy habits are hard to get rid of.
“Lost in visions of this happy prospect, he flicked his wand a little too enthusiastically, so that instead of producing the fountain of pure water that was the object of that day’s Charms lesson, he let out a hoselike jet that ricocheted off the ceiling and knocked Professor Flitwick flat on his face. ‘Harry’s already Apparated,’ Ron told a slightly abashed Seamus, after Professor Flitwick had dried himself off with a wave of his wand and set Seamus lines (‘I am a wizard, not a baboon brandishing a stick’).” – You know I don’t think we appreciate Flitwick as a character enough.
“‘It was Fudge’s idea originally, you know. During his last days in office, when he was trying desperately to cling to his post, he sought a meeting with you, hoping that you would give him your support –’ ‘After everything Fudge did last year?’ said Harry angrily. ‘After Umbridge?’” – You know, now that I think about it, Fudge never actually apologized, which was the very least he could do. He would have if he had ever had the chance to meet Harry, but only to get him on his side. I’m not sure Fudge actually felt remorse for the way he treated Harry. He created his own version of the truth, where he justified all of his actions.
“‘So, sir,’ said Harry, in what he hoped was a polite, calm voice, ‘you definitely still trust –?’ ‘I have been tolerant enough to answer that question already,’ said Dumbledore, but he did not sound very tolerant any more. ‘My answer has not changed.’” – I think this is the only time Dumbledore is strict with Harry. But it is a question of trust. Just as Lupin told Harry over Christmas: the question is not whether to trust Snape but if you trust Dumbledore’s judgement of Snape’s character. And obviously Dumbledore can’t tell Harry why he trusts Snape; in the end only Snape could make the choice to share this information with Harry. But Dumbledore asks Harry to trust him and Harry can’t, not entirely, not when it comes to Snape, and this causes a small rift between them.
“‘No, I did not. Though he had shown no hint of remorse, it was possible that he felt sorry for how he had behaved before and was resolved to turn over a fresh leaf. I chose to give him that chance.’ Dumbledore paused and looked enquiringly at Harry, who had opened his mouth to speak. Here, again, was Dumbledore’s tendency to trust people in spite of overwhelming evidence that they did not deserve it! But then Harry remembered something … ‘But you didn’t really trust him, sir, did you? He told me … the Riddle who came out of that diary said “Dumbledore never seemed to like me as much as the other teachers did”.’ ‘Let us say that I did not take it for granted that he was trustworthy,’ said Dumbledore. ‘I had, as I have already indicated, resolved to keep a close eye upon him, and so I did. […]” – There is a clear parallel to Snape here. Same as he did with young Tom Dumbledore decided to give Snape a second chance, because everyone deserves one. And yet, it is possible Dumbledore never trusted Snape a hundred percent either; at least he kept a close eye on him as well. His refusal to give him the position for the DADA teacher for so long indicates this, because Dumbledore wanted to keep Snape away from the Dark Arts as much as possible. Unlike Tom Riddle though Dumbledore knows that Snape feels remorse for his actions, and he knows the very reason why, and in the end this is why he puts the ultimate trust in Snape, telling him about the Horcruxes, asking Snape to kill him, trusting Snape to play his role in Dumbledore’s big plan even after Dumbledore’s death.
“‘I have not been able to find many memories of Riddle at Hogwarts,’ said Dumbledore, placing his withered hand on the Pensieve. ‘Few who knew him then are prepared to talk about him; they are too terrified.” – This indicates that those people do know that Tom Riddle became Lord Voldemort. However I always had the impression that Hagrid never knew that Tom Riddle and Voldemort are the same person, and that Voldemort himself did the best to leave his past behind him, in changing both his name and face, creating a completely new identity. Perhaps those people who knew him back then, knew him as Tom Riddle, are right to be terrified, because the secret to defeat Voldemort is in his past, in those very few unguarded moments, before the man became a monster.
“Finally he was forced to accept that his father had never set foot in Hogwarts. I believe that it was then that he dropped the name for ever, assumed the identity of Lord Voldemort, and began his investigations into his previously despised mother’s family – the woman whom, you will remember, he had thought could not be a witch if she had succumbed to the shameful human weakness of death.” – I think human life in itself is defined by the fact that it will end. And knowing that our time is limited gives it value in the end. But I think Voldemort perhaps did define himself to be above humans. Being a wizard already made him special, and even among other wizards he was special, with his heritage, with his abilities. But even wizards die, even magic can’t prevent death, not until you are ready to sacrifice your soul. (And what’s a human without a soul?) And so Voldemort created himself and shaped himself into something barely recognizable as a human being, because if you are no longer human you can longer die. But when he does die in the end the question is as what.
I do wonder if Morfin put one and one together and realized that Merope gave birth to a son who turned out to be a wizard, or if he was simply too drunk (and dumb) to realize the truth.
We do learn two very importing things about memories in this chapter: you can implant a false memory into the mind of someone else and you can alter your own memory. Therefore not even memories can be a reliable source. They can be changed, erased or overwritten, and this again is another case of abusing consent. We are made of our memories and to take them away, to change them or to implant us false memories changes fundamentally who we are.
Also Dumbledore says he gained Morfin’s real memory through Legilimency, so Morfin did not give Dumbledore his memory freely. It is possible he agreed that Dumbledore could use Legilimency on him, otherwise the whole thing is quite problematic, no matter Dumbledore’s intentions.
“‘You are quite right – they can detect magic, but not the perpetrator: you will remember that you were blamed by the Ministry for the Hover Charm that was, in fact, cast by –’ ‘Dobby,’ growled Harry; this injustice still rankled. ‘So if you’re under age and you do magic inside an adult witch or wizard’s house, the Ministry won’t know?’” – Remember in book 4 when Hermione used a spell (I think it was ‘Lumos’) during the Quidditch World Cup, after the mass panic had broken out, and nothing had happened to her? Now we know why. There were so many wizards and witches there, all of them using magic, that it was impossible to trace that spell back to her (and Hermione probably knew that because she had read it somewhere). But considering this, the rule that forbids underage wizards and witches to use magic, is stupid. Basically every child in a magical household could get away with it, though I wonder how many of them know about it. Earlier Ron did complain over Christmas that he could not use magic to help him peeling sprouts for Christmas dinner. And if you, like Harry, are the only wizard within your neighbourhood every bit of magic will be traced back to you, even if you are sometimes not responsible.
“Harry noticed that the contents proved difficult to empty into the Pensieve, as though they had congealed slightly; did memories go off?” – Imagine it though, all those memories with little ‘best before’ labels.
“His right hand lay negligently upon the arm of his chair; with a jolt, Harry saw that he was wearing Marvolo’s gold and black ring; he had already killed his father.” – Not sure if the opening of the Chamber of Secrets happened before or after the murder of his remaining family, but Riddle leaves school and has already committed four murders. What is interesting is that he only learns now about Horcruxes, after he had killed his father and grandparents. So is it possible to create a Horcrux even some time after the murder, not just in the process of it?
“It is, as you will have noticed, very crudely done, and that is all to the good, for it shows that the true memory is still there beneath the alterations.” – I wonder if you can erase a memory for good. Dumbledore was able to find Morfin’s real memory underneath a false one, and it is the same with Slughorn: the real memory is still there. Despite both Riddle and Slughorn being very talented wizards they could not fully erase/change a memory. I wonder however what it does to you and your mind if the real memory is still there, but hidden, what kind of trauma that can cause.
“‘He [Slughorn] is much more accomplished at Occlumency than poor Morfin Gaunt, […].” – This does make it sound like Dumbledore took Morfin’s memory against his will.
“‘No, I think it would be foolish to attempt to wrest the truth from Professor Slughorn by force, and might do much more harm than good; I do not wish him to leave Hogwarts.” – So Dumbledore does not want to use force on Slughorn because it is morally wrong but because he is afraid Slughorn might leave (though it is possible he is simply afraid Slughorn will become a target again outside Hogwarts). But clearly Dumbledore thinks the end does justify the means.
Also, Dumbledore does the very same as Scrimgeour, he uses Harry for his own means. He might be more open about it his intentions; he told Harry he needed him to get Slughorn back to Hogwarts in the first place and now he needs him to get the real memory from Slughorn. And perhaps it is the fact that he acknowledges that he needs Harry, that he uses him, that makes Harry agree to do what he is told. Harry trusts Dumbledore and his trust is repaid with honesty (as honest as Dumbledore can be with Harry at this point).
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Yeeeeeeah, no, it’s not Lloyd’s turn yet. There’s a bit of fluff at the very end of this one, but it’s a lot heavier on angst than the first two. Have fun! I certainly did.
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Prompt: Near-Death Experience
Rating: T
Fandom: Tales of Symphonia
Pairing: Zelos/Lloyd
Warnings: Blood
Words: 2644
When the blade first sliced through his chest, all Zelos could do was wonder why it didn't hurt as much as it should have. Not that it didn't hurt at all, of course, but he had always assumed that when he inevitably took a lethal blow in battle, it would far surpass anything he had ever felt before. In a sense, he was almost disappointed.
At once, the world around him became fuzzy around the edges, and everything seemed to move in slow motion. He was aware that he had fallen to the ground, but he had no memory of doing so. It had all happened so fast, and Zelos was having trouble catching up. They had been attacked, that much he knew. Their group had let their guard down, and a group of what he assumed to be common bandits had taken full advantage of it. Lloyd hadn't even had time to draw his swords before one of the four men charged at him, dagger in hand. Zelos had yelled at him to move, to get out of the way before it was too late, but Lloyd either hadn't heard him or was simply unable to react in time. And before he knew it, Zelos had been running, hoping and praying to a goddess he had no faith in that he would make it in time.
And then.
The blade had felt so cold, but all at once his chest was on fire, and everything was red. So, so red. Zelos wasn't sure if it was the blood streaming from his wound, or the blood of the man who had cut him, or the boy that he thought he heard screaming his name, over and over again, as he ran his sword straight through the last of the attackers. It was all the same, really.
He must have been bleeding a whole lot more than he initially thought, because his vision was fading fast, and everything around him sounded like it was taking place a million miles away. Bits and pieces of the commotion reached his ears, but he wasn't really processing any of it.
"--fessor, you've got to--"
"--aside, Lloyd, before he--"
"--mn it, Zelos, stay with m--"
"You idiot--"
Zelos only briefly felt the warmth of a healing spell start to surround his body before everything went dark.
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At first, when Zelos opened his eyes, he wasn't sure whether he was dreaming or awake. He didn't even know if he was alive or dead. All he knew was that by the looks of it, he was at an inn somewhere. The bed he was in was far from comfortable, and even without looking up he could see paint peeling from the walls. They must have still been in Sylvarant.
Well. If he was dead, this was a pretty shitty afterlife.
Zelos heard the creaking of a door opening from the other side of the room. He tried to look up and see who it was, but couldn't help letting out a gasp of pain as he did so. His chest hurt. He ran his fingers over it, only to find thick white bandages where bare skin or a shirt should have been. At that point, he knew he was very much awake and alive, but he still had a lot of questions lingering in the back of his mind. He didn't have a chance to voice them, however, before Raine Sage reached his bedside, a strange combination of shock and relief on her face. "You're awake," was all she could say.
"As you can see." Zelos tried to shrug, but winced. Moving, he was starting to realize, was not a good idea at the moment. "Why do you sound so surprised?"
Raine opened her mouth to respond, but quickly shut it again. After hesitating for a moment, she asked, "How much do you remember?"
"Let's see…" Zelos closed his eyes, deep in thought. "Lloyd was about to get hit, and then--" his eyes shot open, and his words ground to a halt. In all the pain and confusion, he had almost forgotten about the boy he'd jumped in front of in the first place. Zelos had taken the first hit that was meant for him, but he couldn't remember anything after that. He managed to keep his voice steady, but his eyes betrayed just the slightest bit of panic. "Lloyd's okay, right? He wasn't hurt?" Raine shook her head, and Zelos let out a long sigh of relief.
"Lloyd is fine." Raine sighed, and rubbed at her temples. "Although you scared him half to death. I had to force him out of the room so I could finish patching you up." Zelos could imagine it. He knew how stubborn Lloyd could be: Raine had probably needed to physically push him out of the room. It hurt to think about, so Zelos switched the topic back to himself.
"Was I really hurt that bad?" Sure, his chest hurt like hell, but he only remembered being hit once. Raine's expression darkened.
"You lost a lot of blood," she said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I… almost wasn't able to fix you."
Zelos felt his heart skip a beat. "...Huh," was all he managed to say. It was strange. He was surprised, for sure, but he was having a hard time figuring out how to react. All he could really feel was relief, not just that he had survived, but that Lloyd had survived. A tense silence briefly filled the room, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Professor?" Zelos froze. The door was opened just a crack, enough for Lloyd to poke his head in. "Colette said she heard you talking, is Zelos--" He stopped midsentence as his eyes met Zelos's. His eyes widened, and he took a step forward.
"Zelos…?"
Raine sighed yet again. "I thought I told you to stay in your room." Lloyd clenched his fists.
"How am I supposed to sit and wait around when Zelos is--"
"If you want him to recover, you need to let him rest." Raine's expression softened, but her words remained firm. "I know you're worried, but please, Lloyd. Just do as I say." Lloyd hesitated for a moment, but shook his head.
"I just need a few minutes. Professor Sage, please."
Zelos couldn't watch any longer. Seeing Lloyd so desperate? On his behalf? It almost hurt his chest more than his wound. "Let him in," he said, smiling just a bit. "I promise we won't do anything weird." He winked, and Raine buried her forehead in her hand.
"I suppose I shouldn't be too worried if you can talk like that," she muttered. "I need to go get some more supplies, anyways, so if you want to stay, you can. Just for a few minutes, though, okay?" Lloyd nodded."If anything happens, come find me right away." And with those words, Raine left the room, the door closing behind her with a click.
For a moment, neither of the two said a word. Slowly, Lloyd made his way over to Zelos's bedside, and sat down in the spot where Raine had been sitting moments earlier. Right away, Zelos noticed how tired he looked. He wasn't sure how long he had been unconscious, but he doubted Lloyd had spent even a second of it resting. His eyes were bloodshot, as though he had been crying. That alone was enough to make Zelos feel sick to his stomach. Lloyd was supposed to be their strong, fearless leader, but the reality was that he was still only seventeen. Sure, he had been through a lot since setting off to travel with Colette, nearly enough to age him beyond his years, but that didn't mean he had gotten any better at controlling his emotions. He was still human.
Lloyd took a deep breath, seemingly unsure of what to say. Finally, he spoke, looking away from Zelos.
"Why did you do it."
Zelos blinked. "Do what?"
"You know what I mean, Zelos." Lloyd gripped the blanket next to him so hard his knuckles turned white. He turned his gaze back to Zelos, who shrank back into his pillows as he noticed how piercing his eyes were. "Why did you take that hit for me?"
"...Did you come in here just to ask me that?" Zelos closed his eyes. "I'm doing fine, thanks for asking."
"That's not-- don't act like I wasn't worried sick about you! Zelos, you could have died!" Lloyd's eyes were wide, and when Zelos looked back up at him, he thought he could see tears starting to form in the corners. "That's why I don't get it. I don't get you, Zelos. You act like you don't care about anything, and then you go and do something like this. Of course I'm going to ask what your reasons were!"
"My reasons… huh." Zelos looked down at the bandages on his chest. "I don't know what to tell you, Bud. I saw that guy about to attack you, and before I knew it, I was running over. I didn't really have time to come up with a reason."
"That's…"
"All I knew was that one of us was going to take that hit. And…" Zelos paused, realizing he had backed himself into a corner. He knew Lloyd wouldn't like what he said next, but it was the truth. And if nothing else, Lloyd deserved not to be lied to. "And I decided that it would be better if it was me."
All the color drained from Lloyd's face. "...How can you say something like that so easily? How can you even think that?" Zelos could feel Lloyd starting to tremble next to him. He knew he was probably pushing the boy too far, especially with how shaken he had already been. But it was too late to turn back. Now he needed Lloyd to understand. Even if it hurt him.
"Are you saying you would have preferred to get yourself killed, then? Because that was the only other option."
"I--" Lloyd seemed to be at a loss for words. "I don't--"
"It's okay to prioritize your own life, Lloyd. It doesn't make you selfish." Zelos smiled. "And besides, I don't know if you realize it, but you have a lot of people counting on you right now. Way more than I do. So--"
"Don't you dare talk to me about 'prioritizing my own life,'" Lloyd said, his voice low. "Not when you almost threw yours away for no reason. Do you have any idea how sad I would have been if I had lost you? When are you going to accept that people actually care about you?"
Zelos couldn't help but laugh. "Lloyd, I guarantee that if you asked any one of the people in the next room which of us they would save given the choice, it would be you. No questions asked."
"But why does there even have to be a choice?" Lloyd's voice was growing steadily louder and shakier. "Who says there isn't a way to save everyone? You can't just give up without looking for another option first."
"You think I had time to look for another option?" Zelos was starting to raise his voice as well. His chest was protesting with every breath he took, but he barely even noticed in his current emotional state. "They were going to kill you. All I knew was that I couldn't let that happen. I didn't get the chance to consider how else to stop it."
"I--"
"You're not going to change my mind, Lloyd. I don't regret saving you. Even if I had ended up dying, it wouldn't have mattered. I'm--" Zelos stopped talking as soon as he felt the impact of Lloyd's hand against his cheek. It stung, and it surprised him enough that he momentarily forgot about his other, much larger injury.
"'It wouldn't have mattered?" Lloyd wasn't even trying to hold back the tears anymore. "Damn it, Zelos, are you really that much of an idiot? Do you really not get it? I don't want to lose you. You're… you're…" He sniffed and rubbed his arm against his eyes. "You're so important to me. If the only way I could live was by losing one of my best friends, then…" he trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air. Now it was Zelos's turn to be speechless. "I want you to live. I want us to finish this journey together. I-I want-- I want--" Lloyd couldn't say any more as he collapsed into sobs. He buried his face in his hands and cried, and Zelos could only watch, knowing that it was his fault. Why would Lloyd want him around, when this was what he was capable of? Making people unhappy was all he knew how to do. He had ruined his parents' lives, been an inconvenience to the church, eliminated Seles's chances at a normal life… and now, when he thought he was doing something right for once in his life, he had only made things worse.
What he needed to do, Zelos knew, was apologize. Even if he hadn't been convinced by Lloyd's words, he had to pretend. That, he supposed, was another talent of his. All he had to do was be the man Lloyd wanted him to be.
But was that really what Lloyd would want?
"You're important to me, too, you know," he finally murmured, placing a comforting hand on Lloyd's arm. That, at least, wasn't a lie. Of all the people in his life, there were really only two that Zelos would have put his life on the line for. One being his half-sister, and the other being the boy sobbing in front of him. That, more than anything, was what he wanted Lloyd to understand. "That's why I did it. That's the real reason."
Lloyd moved his hand from his face, his eyes still brimming with tears. "Zelos…"
"You have to remember, I'm still pretty new to this whole 'friendship' thing." He laughed, but there was a note of sadness to it. "Besides, I'm the Chosen. I was born to die for the people I love." Lloyd tried to respond, but Zelos only smiled and put a finger to his lips. "So I guess… dying for the person I love the most just seemed like the natural thing to do."
If Lloyd's face hadn't already been red from crying, it would have flushed at Zelos's words. It looked like he was torn between responding to the first part of his sentence and the end. Zelos felt his heart start to pound as he waited for Lloyd to make up his mind, making his chest hurt in a way completely unrelated to his injury. On the list of ways he had planned to tell Lloyd how he really felt, "almost dying and making him cry" was pretty damn close to the bottom. But there he was, hoping, praying that Lloyd would pick up on the meaning behind his words. He didn't think he had it in him to say it any more clearly.
After a long, long moment, Lloyd smiled, his eyes still watering. "Live for me instead, then. That's all I ask." And just like that, Zelos felt Lloyd's lips against his forehead. "Even after we're done with this journey, and the world is at peace, stay with me." His smile grew, turning into more of a grin. "That's your punishment for scaring me earlier."
Before long, Zelos felt himself grin as well. "Not much of a punishment, is it?" he said, before pulling Lloyd's head back down and kissing him again, this time on the lips.
When the world was at peace.
Zelos wasn't going to wait that long to start paying his debt.
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Dudeblade Doesn’t Know Yang Xiao Long
https://rwdestuffs.tumblr.com/post/177851454657/throughout-volumes-1-to-3-yang-has-had-a-problem
For someone who says they’re a Yang fan, you sure do miss a lot of info about her.
Firstly: Anon, seriously. Punctuation. Did you skip that class or something? Did punctuation kill a family member or something?- Why do you hate punctuation so much? You only used it once, and it was a single period. At this point, I’m just imagining you going up to the literal embodiment of punctuation and going “Hello my name is annonymus you killed my father prepare to die”
Dudeblade, Asks have limited character counts. Has it not occurred to you that in order to say all this they need to cut the punctuation? Same reason why I cut punctuation on Twitter: it just piles up. The lack of punctuation doesn’t even make them incoherent because I can understand them perfectly well (more on THAT later...). This is just you trying to dismiss someone based on petty reasoning...Which doesn’t really work when we both know you praise Sokumotanaka despite having similar issues with punctuation AND spelling.
However don’t think my anger is limited to YOU only. I’m pissed at that anon as well? Why? Because aside from one argument that was wrong, every single argument they just made is actually their own. I know this because those are, word for word, MY arguments. From my rebuttal to your “Yang done dirty” post. Hey Anon, how about you make your own arguments or at least reword mine so you don’t wholesale rip me off.
Second, no. Yang has not had a problem of overly relying on her semblance, or ‘emblane’ as you put it, she always used it strategically. I watched the Yellow trailer again just to look for when she abused it, and it was only in the final stretch of the fight, when she was going 1v1 with Junior. But I also looked back, and saw that you were right. She was firing at the Nevermore from the ground, but when it came in close, she adapted. She jumped into it’s beak, and started firing into it.
A. the full part is ‘hers emblance” which shows he just put a space in the wrong area. You even left out the “c’ just to mock someone who disagrees with you.
B. Yeah wanna know WHY she used her Semblance? because she got angry. Remember this, it will BITE Dudeblade in the ass later.
C. Also, You should ALSO know that Yang was using kicks in the Yellow Trailer as well, Remember THIS as well.
And D. Yes because leaping into the jaws of a giant bird is such a smart idea. Not like if the bird’s jaw strength was slightly better should have gotten EATEN. Congrats Yang, you gave your sister Survivor’s Guilt.
Repeatedly.
So, my bad. She didn’t strategically do that
Huh. Wonder if he would have admitted that if he knew the Anon was just parroting what I said.
every other time, I was right. Take the fight against Mercury. She wasn’t abusing her semblance then.
And oh, hey! A shot of Yang, dodging Mercury’s attack, and not deliberately taking a hit to fuel her semblance. It’s almost as if Yang never had a problem abusing her semblance in the first place!- Shocker!
Thing is:
https://youtu.be/moxtu3AuA4s?t=14m8s
Here’s the fight.
Yang begins with a punch. A punch. Against a kick based fighter. She didn’t back away to make sure she wouldn’t get hit, she tried attacking despite the fact it was more likely Mercury would hit her before she could.
She goes onto try and fire bullets at Mercury which I’ll admit was a smart move considering close range was not a good idea with Mercury. He closes the distance and jump kicks her, she blocks then tries to attack which gets her kicked in the jaw.
She then rushes back at the guy who just showed to be able to maneuver around her in close range and proceeds to try and pummel him, which ends as you expect with Mercury deflecting all of her attacks. She then STILL tries to attack him where she misses and has to block (which would logically still cost her Aura).
They then go onto trade blows where Yang dodges twice and blocks once. Mercury falls back and Yang uses her long range attack for the last time to drive him back, he falls off the arena but blasts his way back up.
Mercury proceeds to go on the offensive where Yang dodges/deflects two attacks, blocks about six and gets hit in the stomach once HARD, where he follows up with a Dust attack. He then proceeds to circle around, blasting away without seeming trying to hit Yang while the dust rounds circle in the air obviously. Yang does NOTHING for most of this (mind you, she STILL has a long range attack) and just tries to get in close after two bullets fire in her direction. She doesn’t think to use her lunging attack we’ve seen her use against Junior and Adam despite the fact that if she did Mercury would have fired off less bullets and instead tries to fight him close quarters AGAIN, getting slammed into the ground and the Dust rounds all hit her in a dogpile fashion.
We all know the rest.
Thing is, Yang gets hit and blocks attacks more than dodging and deflecting them while constantly rushing in at Mercury who she should KNOW by now has the advantage as her best showings were from when she was using her long range attacks. She in fact only fired off about eight shots at long range. And yet she focuses more on getting into Mercury’s melee range than staying out of it despite him kicking her ass or nullifying her attacks each time she does. And then there was Mercury’s final attack which she does NOTHING to stop despite the obvious Dust rounds flying in the air.
The only conclusion we can gather is that Yang did this because she relied on her Semblance for one last push instead of treating as a last resort because THAT is the only logic that works here.
And really?- She just stood around and let Junior’s men come to her?
Didn’t seem that way to me. One of my favorite parts was when she rushed the DJ, and beat him down. Which completely contradicts your claim that she waited for them to come to her by about……… 100%.
Ironic given that this is the only original argument that anon made. However, take a look at the footage again. Look how many times she blocks attacks from Junior’s men instead of simply moving backward or ducking. Again, Aura is still be used to protect her gauntlets from damage so it’s still feeding her Semblance. And looking at the footage as a whole, she doesn’t do much actual dodging aside from big movements made to go after opponents (like her big leap towards the crowd of goons or the rocket jump at the twins) and instead focuses on blocking and just getting hit.
She’s still prioritizing her Semblance over survival.
Oh and considering one of your arguments towards Yang’s flaws is that she doesn’t use kicks, good job showing that she does in fact use kicks in her fighting style (for fuck’s sake, she finishes off the blue twin with a kick!).
Another favorite part of mine is when she was seen blocking Melanie Malechite’s attacks when she was confronted by the twins. Which contradicts any claim that she deliberately takes hits in the Yellow Trailer by……… another 100%.
Actually that just shows you don’t know how Aura works, where it is shown to protect clothing. AKA her gauntlets? Blocking still feeds into her Semblance. The only evasive maneuvers that do not are dodging and deflecting AKA the two she uses the LEAST of.
Details like that are deliberately ignored to fuel a criticism of Yang that isn’t there to begin with.
... Dudeblade, if I went through my blog to showcase the number of times you ignored details to fuel a criticism that wasn’t there to begin with, I’d make a LEGENDARILY long post. But I don’t need to since I can just point to the video YOU provided and showcase that you are giving a criticism that isn’t ther eto begin with.
Your hypocrisy negates your smugness.
Go join that Yang Haters group on deviantart. I’ll even give you a hint and tell you that I just gave the group’s name first two words to you. Go join that haven of people who despise Yang if you’re going to victim blame so much.
Gee Dudeblade, why don’t you follow him? They also ignore facts about RWBY and bullshit all over it.
Hell:
You have similar tastes in hate art.
Yang’s fighting style has only changed in the sense that she now incorporates kicks into her attacks, something that would be a valid criticism.
Nope, not true. The Yellow Trailer contradicts you.
But wanna know what the ACTUAL difference is?
Yang doesn’t let her opponent’s get an attack as often and she’s more willing to just sweep them off their feet or attack their legs to put them down rather than just pummeling them. AKA she’s trying to end the fight faster instead of dragging it out.
But it wasn’t a criticism given. Instead, Tai calls the manifestation of Yang’s soul a temper tantrum, and decides that despite him being her teacher, this subject never came up.
Because as your own evidence shows, Yang DOES use kicks. She’s been using kicks since the Yellow Trailer.
Despite the fact that the only time that Yang ever abused her semblance was when she and the rest of her team were fighting Roman in the mech. That is literally the only time we see Yang abusing her semblance in the show.
Aside from Junior...
And Neo...
And Neon and Flynt...
And Mercury...
And Adam...
And the fact that Taiyang gave more than one criticism like her anger needs to be controlled and she needs to think while she fights which we see in the volume 5 Episode 4 fight where, upon being shot at, she takes a moment to survey the area and prioritize the shooter...
Every other time, she was never seen abusing it. She used it to power through Flynt’s attack in the doubles round, and……… That’s about it.
Despite the fact that she should have been fighting with Weiss the entire time and was getting her ass handed to her by Neon.
There wasn’t any other time in the tournament that she could have abused it as far as we were shown, so Tai’s comments are a case of them telling us the information, rather than showing us the information.
Neon, Mercury, Neo, Junior, Adam. All examples of fights were she would have benefitted from dodging, deflecting and long range attacks rather than blocking and just getting hit. That is the showing.. You just, in your own words, “deliberately ignored details to fuel a criticism that isn’t there to begin with.”
I mean, Tai was her teacher. If this comment never came up, then this wouldn’t be Yang’s fault for not knowing this, it would be Tai’s fault for not teaching it to her. There are no such things as bad students, only bad teachers.
Bull fucking shit. As a former student, I can safely say that is bullshit.
I use to go to school with a bunch of idiots who, despite being a grade above me, was in the same class as me and thought their time was better spent trying to piss me off than actually paying attention. Hell, I thought I spent my time better dicking around than studying or remembering my homework. There are bad students Dudeblade, I’ve met them and I WAS one.
Neo’s fighting style is literally Yang’s antithesis. It’s there to use her opponent’s power against her, and Mercury never used Yang’s anger against her. It was Emerald. Yeah, Yang has an anger problem, but that is what would give her agency. Not Tai being a crap teacher and never teaching Yang to not be so over-reliant on her semblance. Yang was in a tight corridor. You really expect someone to try shooting explosive shots in a closed space?- What world do you live in, where you do that?
The one where Yang tries that exact same thing in the show. Oops.
Also, she could have, I dunno, SWITCH OPPONENTS WITH SOMEONE ELSE?! The doors were not locked as we see in the Volume when the White Fang Lieutennant opened the door and flung Weiss through it. Hell, that same opponent would have made a better match for Yang so if she just tried to go get help from her friends, she could have switched opponents with Weis sand they both could have won.
And once more: Passing Yang’s flaws off to Taiyang does nothing but rob Yang of her agency. Because nothing is ever her fault thus she faces no challenges and thus she can never truly control her own path.No no, everyone else must take responsibility for Yang’s actions and change Yang’s life for her.
And retreat?- Why would she retreat?- If she had retreated, then you would be bitching about how she chickened out like a coward.
Hell no. I don’t call Ruby a coward for trying to run away from Roman in the same damn episode: that was a logical tactical retreat. Yang was being a stubborn dumbass. This coming from a stubborn dumbass.
Or maybe you’d rather she not do her job, and run away?- Who do you think she is?- Batman?- She’s not going to run away like a little bitch!
No, I expect her to fucking THINK her actions through because each time she gets into a fight she gambles not only her life but the lives of everyone around her WHICH SHE KNOWS FROM EXPIERENCE (Summer Rose.)
Was she reckless in that fight?- yes. Was it a result of her semblance?- no.
Was it the result of not only her focusing on her Semblance too much in her fighting style but also her own anger which is known to trigger her Semblance? - YES
In fact, once Yang figured out the fighting style she was up against, she changed tactics. She just changed too late, and got KOd by Neo, and bailed out by her deadbeat mother.
Yeah, changed from “Attack” to “Attack Attack Attack”
Yang’s problem had been predictability, a lack of kicks, and anger. It was NEVER abusing her semblance.
The first of which is due to an overreliance on her Semblance, the second never existed and the third is a PART of her Semblance issue.
Also-That means that everything Taiyang said to Yang in V4 E9 was right since you JUST listed off the things he mentioned minus the non exsistant kicking one.
Congrats Dudeblade, you’ve shot yourself.
And seriously anon. Learn punctuation. It’ll help people take you seriously.
A. You used dashes above wrong.
And B. Hypocrisy makes people take you less seriously even worse.
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Just thoughts about some of the official NDRV3 translations.
I just wanna discuss a few of the things I’ve seen talked about here and there. As a couple of side notes, (1) these are just my opinions. You’re free to disagree, but don’t lose your mind over it.
(2) There is no one true way to translate a language. Give the same text to a bunch of different translators and they will all come back with different results. Therefore, there can be multiple “correct” translations of a single text. And in the end, fans are allowed to use whichever they like best.
(3) Literal meaning isn’t all that makes up a language. Keep in mind that translating is a balancing act between meaning, nuance, and feeling. Sometimes you need to choose one over the other. Translators will try their best to minimize this, but some things are bound to get lost in translation. This applies to any language.
And (4) what counts as an acceptable English equivalent for a fan translation may not be appropriate for an official localization, and vice-versa. This is because they target different audiences, and naturally, the same text is perceived differently by different people. NDRV3 fan translators will assume their audience is familiar with Japanese media, know a bit of the language and culture, and have played the past DR games. On the other hand, the official localization is targeting a general English-speaking audience to sell their game as much as possible. This includes those who are new to DR and Japanese media, and the localization team needs to take care not to alienate them, since they make up the bulk of the western audience.
Anyways, if you’re interested about my thoughts so far or are curious about a few of the localization choices, keep reading for more. But note that I’m not a professional or veteran translator, I’m a young Japanese-American who likes anime and translates for fun. Don’t take my opinions as the word of God.
There are no spoilers.
Here are some things about the localization that I agree and disagree with:
STRONGLY AGREE (I wish I thought of that):
Luminary of the Stars, Kaito Momota - This is great, they managed to make it sound both cool/epic and short/sweet, while capturing the nuances of his catchphrase 宇宙に轟く百田解斗, uchuu ni todoroku Momota Kaito “I am Kaito Momota, who will become well-known/famous throughout space”, but in a “they will speak of me in legends” or “my legends will spread throughout the galaxy” sort of way. I’m jealous.
Nyeeeeeh - Cute, funny, and lazy! Admittedly I have trouble translating unusual onomatopoeias, and Himiko’s habitual んなー was no exception. Literally spelled as nnaa, I tried to translate it as “uhnaa”, but I still wasn’t quite happy with it. “Nyeeeh” is so much better gaaaah.
AGREE
K1-B0/Keebo - Probably the most controversial, and I’m probably offending people by saying this, but there’s actually more to Kiibo’s name than you’d think. Before they released his name, I was wondering how they would translate it, since there are just so many elements in his name that a simple “Kiibo” or “Kibo” can’t carry over. I think this deserves a longer explanation, but basically, K1-B0 and nickname Keebo preserve most of the nuances and intentions that were in the original Japanese. From the obvious and stupid humor, to the cuteness, to emphasizing his robotness and humanness at the same time, to giving off the right first impressions, and to setting up some of the intended expectations...
The only thing that’s missing is the “hope” wordplay. But hey, unless you can think of a feasible way to overlap “Kiibo” with “hope”, it’s just one of those things that’s gonna get lost in translation.
Also, whether “K1-B0″ and “Keebo” will work still depends on the execution of the dialogue. However, both キーボ and K1-B0/Keebo gave me the same “wow that’s so stupid, I love it” reaction as both a Japanese and American fan, and I was just really impressed by how they were able to replicate it so perfectly.
Anyways, I can still understand why people would hate it, since it is just such a jarring non-name. But as long as you don’t work for NISA, you’re still allowed to call him whatever you want. In case you haven’t noticed, the Japanese language doesn’t use alphabets, and there’s no one true way to romanize his name. So K1-B0, Keebo, Kiibo, Kibo, Ki-bo, and Kībo are all acceptable ways to spell キーボ.
However, “Kibou” is incorrect, since that’s just “hope”. It’s the difference between キーボ and キボウ. But I won’t hunt you down for it, it’s not that big a deal.
Oma - Similar to Kiibo, except not nearly as complicated or as big a deal as fans make it out to be. Ouma, Oma, and Ōma are all acceptable ways to romanize 王馬. But since they already used the “Oma” method of spelling for every other character in every other game, making an exception just for “Ouma” for no real reason would be inconsistent and unprofessional.
The “Oma” spelling is also the most common way to localize Japanese names (ex. Pikachu from ピカチュウ pikachuu and Goku from 悟空 gokuu). Even among real-life Japanese people living in America, they are more likely to spell their name the “Oma” way, though the “Ouma” way isn’t uncommon either.
The fact “Oma” means “grandma” in another language is irrelevant, since last I checked, this is an English localization. As an example, did you know Japanese people find the French phrase “qu'est-ce que c'est” really funny? It’s cuz it sounds like ケツクセ... as in, “Your butt stinks”. But I’m not gonna tell the French to stop saying “What’s up?” because they’re implying someone farted in Japanese. Or hey, even my own first name means “newly-bloomed na flower” in Japanese (新菜 nina), but it basically means “fresh vegetable” (xīncài) in Chinese. Or an even better, real-life localization example would be Miyazaki’s Laputa: The Castle in the Sky. The fact that la puta means “the whore” in Spanish didn’t force the English localization to change the name of the castle, though they did understandably drop it from the title. “Laputa” is something the Spanish dub needs to worry about, which they did, they changed the name to “Lapuntu”.
Anyways getting side-tracked. As you can see, a normal word in one language can mean something silly or inappropriate in another language. This literally happens all the time. And if you don’t like “Oma”, you’re still free to call him “Ouma”. Just because it’s unofficial, doesn’t mean it’s incorrect. Really. It just. Does not. Matter.
Also here’s every other main series DR character who got the same treatment: Kyoko (Kyouko) Kirigiri, Mondo Owada (Oowada), Sakura Ogami (Oogami), Toko (Touko) Fukawa, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu (Kuzuryuu), Kazuichi Soda (Souda) Rantaro (Rantarou) Amami, Ryoma (Ryouma) Hoshi, Shuichi (Shuuichi) Saihara, Korekiyo Shinguji (Shinguuji), Kirumi Tojo (Toujou), Monotaro (Monotarou)
Piano freak - Not quite sure why people were upset about this other than excessive nitpicking. In Japanese, you could call nerds “(obsession) idiot” in the way that all they care and think about is their obsession and nothing else. But this isn’t how “idiot” is used in English, so the best equivalent is actually “(obsession) freak”. However, “idiot” is acceptable for a fan translation, since many anime fans are familiar with the meaning and connotations of バカ (baka).
Monokuma Kubs/MonoKubs - Pronounced Monokumaazu, the direct translation is “Monokumarz” or “Monokumaz”, which works just fine for a fan translation, but doesn’t quite carry over the connotations for a general English-speaking audience. It’s like the huge gap in feeling between “The Doraemons” in English and “The Doraemons” (ザ・ドラエモンズ) in Japanese. (How many of you are actually familiar with The Doraemons btw lmao.) Using “the”, the plural “s”, and “ers” (like workers and singers) is normal in English, but using them in Japanese gives off squad or team vibes with a dash of silly humor. “MonoKubs” does just that while sounding nice and simple. “MonoKubz” would’ve been great too, and fans can still use whatever they like best.
NEUTRAL
Voice recasting - One word. Budget.
Dub quality - I think the quality is pretty expected since the voice acting industry in America isn’t nearly as big as in Japan. But I also have zero interest in dubs, so I’m pretty biased on this one oops. My assumption is they’re doing the best they can. Also English speakers mispronouncing foreign names is nothing new. Even though I do find the memes funny, I don’t expect people who don’t speak Japanese to get it perfect, just like I don’t expect Japanese voice actors to get their English perfect.
Mastermind - The most literal translation of 首謀者 (shubousha) would’ve been “ringleader”, except “ringleader” doesn’t sound nearly as cool or memorable as “mastermind”. So they chose impact and rule-of-cool over literalness and subtlety. Which is understandable. Besides, if they wanted to be literal, they should’ve gone with “puppetmaster” (黒幕 kuromaku) in the first game. I think both “ringleader” and “mastermind” are acceptable here.
First-name basis/no honorifics - I personally prefer when translations preserve honorifics. It just says a lot about the character and their relationships. However, just like there are no perfect English equivalents for all the Japanese ways to say “I” and “you”, there’s just no exact English equivalent for all these honorifics, so using them risks alienating the general audience. Also, this is what they went with for the other two games, so it’d be a little bit awkward changing it now. This decision doesn’t match my personal preference, but it’s a completely understandable and common one.
DISAGREE
Male delinquents - Tenko uses the term 男死 (danshi) for men, which is a pun on “men” and “death” to show her disgust for them. However, there’s a big difference in meaning and implication between “I hate male delinquents” and “I hate males”. Also not as punny as “menace” (credit to @oumakokichi for the pun). I worry they did this to avoid offending guys... but there’s no way to know for sure. My opinion of "male delinquents” could also change depending on its execution.
Kiyo - I can understand that English-speakers might have trouble pronouncing Japanese names that are more than three syllables... but this feels like they’re dumbing down the audience a bit. Come on, let the boy keep his name!
STRONGLY DISAGREE (Just. Why.)
Gonta’s Tarzan speak - Gonta has the intellect of a child, and speaks like one, sure... But he doesn’t speak like a caveman. He’s perfectly fluent and literate in Japanese, so this seems like inappropriate stereotyping to me. My guess is someone really misinterpreted Gonta’s character and dialogue, or wanted to treat feral children “realistically”. Not a fan of this at all.
UNDECIDED
Atua - Honestly not sure what to think of this, since I know nothing of Polynesian mythology. I don’t know if naming Angie’s god after a real-life term for Polynesian gods and spirits is appropriate, since we don’t know if Angie’s god is actually an atua, and especially because her religion is depicted as shady and cultish. I think depicting her religion this way would’ve been (arguably borderline) acceptable as long as her god remained unspecific and made-up. And considering that most Japanese people are agnostic, possessing a general, unspecific belief in a god or infinite gods/spirits, I did assume this was the intent of the original context. But I just don’t know enough about Polynesian culture to form a concrete opinion. Like, does the Japanese text make references to Angie’s god being an atua? Are there any atua that fit the description? Or is it like Shinto where there are an infinite amount of all kinds of kami? How much care is being put into accuracy and respect for the culture in the English localization? My gut reaction is “strongly disagree”, but until I hear some thoughts from Polynesian DR fans, I’m going to remain undecided.
Anyways, just wanted to get my thoughts out there. In general it seems the localization is trying their best, but there are a few glaring decisions. Again, you’re welcome to disagree. Just remember your human decency and don’t be rude. Everyone lives a different life and perceives things differently, and just because something is imperfect or unpopular doesn’t mean you can’t like it or you have to hate it.
Thanks for reading, I welcome any friendly comments and additions!
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A review of "How WHITE is Dan?!- DNA TEST RESULTS"
I was riding in the car on the way to the store when I heard a familiar alert coming from my phone. I wondered aloud “Ooo is that Dan?” He was due to have a video out today or tomorrow, but it could be one of the few other channels I’m subscribed to. I’ve been psyched out before. I opened my phone and yes it was Dan and what was more, the word DNA was there. “They were right!” Those psychic IDB members with their “strong feelings” were right.
I for one didn’t think Dan would make this video. Mainly because he said so himself during a liveshow in the spring, shortly after Phil had posted his. He had admitted to taking the test as well, but the results were so vague and he was disappointed. I could relate, having bought DNA kits for my parents and getting very broad results, particularly for my mother’s side, which we wanted to know more about.
However, one shouldn’t take Daniel Howell at his word. He could be lying, or in this case he might just change his mind with the seasons. He wasn’t feeling it back then, but there was a hint in his last solo liveshow that he was thinking about ancestry again. The chat asked about “the grandma tweet” and he pulled up the photo of someone’s distant relative who had a strikingly similar face to his. Someone said it could be his great-grandmother, after all his own grandma was adopted. So reasonably, someone on IDB predicted that Dan would work this photo into his DNA video. After all Dan often sits on ideas for videos and then decides to make them when he feels the “the time is right” (or the topic is relevant).
Dan did indeed choose to make this video now for a specific reason, and while the photo may have inspired him, it didn’t make an appearance or get a mention. Apparently the driving force behind this video was current events. Current events that some fans were disappointed that Dan and Phil had not mentioned. The heated protests in Charlottesville, Virginia were mentioned in the first eight seconds:
“Hello Internet, in these times when apparently (camera zooms in on his lips) *some people* find it difficult to tell the difference between protesting racism and *racism*, I thought it would be relevant and mildly interesting to make a video about the shared genetic history of all humans by finding out *the origins of my ancestors*.“ (Cue the soft grey filter with fake lens flares, zen music and calm hand movements from Daniel).
I was immediately intrigued, but a bit skeptical. How was a video entitled "How WHITE is Dan?!” going to positively address racism? Especially knowing that his results were boring, so probably not that diverse. Well, he did it by following through on his topic sentence and actually showing the shared genetic history of all humans through maps of human migration. He also did some historic research into his small percentage of West African DNA. Of course the little sign in the background reading ‘AYY FUCK NAZIS’ and his black shirt with red Cyrillic letters that translate to “equality” were nice aesthetic touches.
Mind you, the actual factual human migration information comes later in the video. First we have sarcastic philosophical Dan waffling on about lizard people on Pangea slowly drifting apart “metaphorically and physically, until the inevitable nuclear apocalypse blows our planet into tiny chunks floating infinitely into the abyss of space” with a starry falling through space effect. Woah there nihilistic Dan, stay with us.
It’s okay, there is a quick jump cut that changes the tone immediately. It’s a mention of Phil and his DNA video, complete with a clip of “Science!Phil”. What’s more, Dan says that Phil ordered the DNA test kit for him. Perhaps, it’s just to set up his own reluctance, as he goes on to do just that. For some of us, the idea of Phil ordering DNA testing for both of them (even if it is to use in a video) paints a pretty domestic picture. Though in Phil’s video he says he was given his for free by a friend of the family who is a doctor, thinking it would make a cool video. Perhaps this is why neither of their videos seem to be sponsored by the DNA testing company, 23andMe. Or are they?
Cue relatable slightly paranoid Dan with some sharp humor about “laboratories” and being cloned and replaced “by a compliant artificial intelligence” by Mark Zuckerberg (thanks for knowing the correct spelling of that iPad) or “Zuck”, with a Stephen Hawking like voice saying “I’m coming for you Danny”. Dan of course gave a fake name for his DNA profile (as did Phil), but kept his date of birth. However he admits there isn’t really any point in trying to protect his identity on the internet. Okay, John Johnson.
“Are you ready! Am I ready? I have no idea what to expect to be honest.” Here’s the part where I have to suspend my disbelief and just accept that Dan pretending to react to these results as if he didn’t view them several months ago does make for a better video. Just like Dan pretending to play Bubble Bobble for the first time on the gaming channel in 2016, when in reality he tweeted about reaching level 100 with Phil back in 2009, did result in a very sweet gaming video.
Add a being related to a giraffe joke to the lizard one. I’m not sure if this is really helping the “one human race” thing, but it’s a pretty harmless joke. “Wow. Looking pretty white. That is one blue circle there, isn’t it JJ?” (the blue being European ancestry). Dan is 98.2% European and he jokes that this is the end of the video only a minute and half in.
Dan drags his ancestors for “literally” sticking to four countries (Britain, Ireland, France and Germany) when in reality those results are lumping Britain and Ireland together because they share so much common DNA, the same for French and German. He is also ignoring that 33.8% of his Northwest European genetics is broadly undefined and he hasn’t gotten to the Southern European, Scandinavian or West African parts yet. But I still found “really got out there and saw the world” quite funny. “Okay someone saw the sun at least” was a good one, though I wish he would have addressed his ability to tan darkly in this video, perhaps in the fair skin section. More on that below.
More relatable humor about not wanting to hike or get on a boat gets worked in to Dan finding out that he is not the least bit Asian or American. I vaguely recall a rumor about him being part Asian, let’s lay one that to rest. And I remember him hoping years ago that he might be part Native American because his grandma was adopted, but I found that extremely unlikely. Probably just a bit of wishful thinking perhaps brought on by being Team Jacob.
Now here is the part that interests me the most. On the Ancestry DNA test I gave to my parents, 1.8% was considered a “trace amount”, but in this 23andMe service they give a specific timeline for when each genetic group cropped up and the West African and Scandinavian both span from the late 1700s to mid 1800s, not that long ago. Dan concludes that “a ‘Scandi’ and a West African got it together” (insert graphic of the two countries coming together with a smooching sound effect). I’m not sure if that timeline is definitively saying they were a couple, but Dan’s Wikipedia research supports it and it is an interesting bit of history.
Segue into a brief farming family reunion story. 400 cousins, I’m sure. Shift to black and white and cue the unexplained mysteries music for Dan’s adopted grandmother mention. Dan “feels like there’s some epic adventure story there for another time”. Sign me the frick up! In fact please just bring your grandma onto one of your YouTube videos. She has always been the one Dan has been most comfortable talking about and even sharing pictures of. (Oh 'helo ther’ unflattering selfie from the Tinder spon on Dan’s computer).
I appreciate Dan showing the Haplogroup migrations of his paternal line, but in true Dan fashion it included commentary about “presumably wrestling mammoths and getting frozen or something” in Asia and “then buggered off to Europe to get bitten by a rat or something”. “And consistently had sex for thousands of years. Well done ancestors (Dan applauds) truly incredible story. Lord of the Rings. Ten out of ten. Would read again.” Lovely sarcastic Dan.
And as he hypes up “the fun stuff”, “weird things about your personality, health and biology”, and “intimate specific information” that he probably shouldn’t share with the Internet”, but he will because he’s “just a piece of meat”, I get hit with a mid video ad of Gwen Stefani applying mascara, because the cheeky bastard made this exactly ten minutes and one second long. (To be fair Phil did the same thing recently).
Dan has 300 Neanderthal variants, more than 82% of their customers. This is the same percentage as Phil, who talked about his head and brow shape and nasal chambers, but Dan uses this to relate to his “dank cave” dwelling habits (never opening the curtains of his bedroom). Based on his genetics, Dan is not likely to be a deep sleeper. “As I always say, why bother sleeping when you can stay awake thinking about stuff that makes you anxious. Right! Woo!” Dan addressing his mental health with humor, is always appreciated. I can actually see the power athlete possibility. He could be a big strong guy, but “wasted potential” and all that. (Personally my lazy self recoils at the idea of people dedicating so much of their time to training up their bodies to be these perfect machines, but hopeful D&P are spending some time at the gym for their general health.) “Looking at memes and talking about myself” is a great self-aware one liner.
Alright “cheek dimples”! Flop. What does this test know anyway? Stop referring to them as a deformity Dan, everyone loves your dimples! Okay I just did a bunch of reading on dimples and I guess they are considered a genetic deformity now a days. However on a social-biological level they may have all sorts of benefits, from being able to read emotions more clearly, to people wanting to procreate with you and not abandoning their cute babies. Dan has also been saying lately that he’s double deformed, but it is actually quite rare to have one side of your cheeks dimpled. (I used to have dimples as a child and all of a sudden they are back, but they are closer to my mouth than my smile lines and may just be from fat. Who knows.)
Alright good thing this isn’t a spon, calling the results “garbage”, “pseudoscience” and a “farce” even in jest, might not fly. Dan’s distrust of blonds Tweet is (at least partially) explained. I still think it might also relate to Dream Daddy and it is a mighty coinkidink that it was posted on the one year anniversary of Frank Ocean’s album. Promos all around? We just need to accept that Dan is a multilayered creature we will never fully understand. My husband will appreciate being compared to a unicorn though.
Dan’s pain kink and weird enjoyment of the dentist makes a resurgence! Please make a full video out of this Dan. We promise not to shame… much. “Scrape me Dad-”. Interestingly enough Phil has an average sensitivity pain but thought it would be higher, hates having his gums scraped and implied his dentist might be a sadist.
Dramatic build up and disclaimer for genetic health and increased risk of disease section. Feeling very relieved for the low risk of Altzheimers after reading that tear jerking dementia phanfic the other day (though it was Phil with the disease and I don’t think he mentioned it in his video). Dan was clearly worked up as well. He rests his face in his palm and is visibly pink and blotchy.
He balances the seriousness with an over the top dramatic reaction to being a carrier for red hair, complete with a black and white fake sobbing scene. I’ll admit I found his pause at “So you’re telling me that there’s a chance that I could have children— born with red hair” a bit distracting, though I’m sure it wasn’t mean that way. “There was no disclaimer for this one.” Ha. I case you didn’t know he’s just joking “you beautiful sunset heads, rub those freckles all over me.” Dan has made his love of ginger people quite clear in the past and this tends to start a discourse about Phil’s natural hair color.
I’ll weigh in on this. Phil was clearly ginger as a young child, just as Dan was blond when he was little. Both of their hair darkened quite a bit as they grew up, each becoming increasingly more brown. It’s harder to tell with Phil because he has denied his natural hair color for so long and seemingly makes up things about old photographs. Did he actually dye his hair before his first day of secondary school? Perhaps it was a bit of bleach that brighten it up and brought out the yellow/orange tones. In Phil’s Tinder spon he did admit to his hair getting a bit ginger during the summer. However by the time of his graduation, early university years and his appearance on 'The Weakest Link’ he had light-medium brown hair that I have a hard time considering a shade of auburn. You might call it nutmeg, but not cinnamon. I have medium auburn hair that has dulled with age, but does get more copper in the sun. But I don’t think Phil can be considered ginger anymore, especially as he chooses not to embrace it, so Dan’s love of ginger people seems completely separate from his fondness for Phil (except perhaps the freckles).
Moving on to skin pigmentation and the title of his video, “How white is Dan Howell?” He laughs at his genetically light skin. 39% Very fair, 32% Moderately fair and “at most 25% Light beige” and acknowledges his privilege. It would have been a great chance to maturely talk about his ability to tan when he was younger, relating to his Southern European and West African ancestry without making problematic 2010/2011 era jokes. However it seems paleness is part of Dan’s branding now (since Phil has clearly turned him into a vampire). Or it’s just the “never go outside”, “cave dwelling” schtick. We’ve all seen your freckles Dan.
In conclusion he hopes that people took something away from this be it “the possibility that [he] will have a ginger child in the future, that no one believes is [his], or that humanity has so much in common and we shouldn’t be divided by fascism, or that in the near future 'Zuck’ will be able to target ads to us based on our genetic code.” I sure hope it’s the middle one. “Ayy fuck Nazis”. Still, Dan gives us 20 years before society implodes. Finally he turns a joke about exercise into a confession about crying while reading the news. Seriously, well done Mr. Howell. (Nice promo for the casual and intimate liveshows too.)
This was a great contrast to Phil’s light hearted DNA results video with Science!Phil, CushionStack.com, buff kangaroo attraction, naked mole rats, Buffy Summers alias, “top of the morning to ya”, Phil’s French ear, German elbow, Swedish eyebrow and Sardinian freckle, alien jokes, celebrity haplogroups, testing out his photic sneeze reflex and short-term memory and talking about asparagus urine detection. Bless Phill. I love him, truly.
Both Dan and Phil’s videos do inspire me to send off the raw data of my parents DNA to a better company that can give me more detailed results. Maybe 23andMe. I’ve heard good things about the Human Genome Project as well. Ancestry DNA was pretty rubbish. 'Zuck’ and his wife should give these boys some money (if they haven’t already).
#daniel howell#silly pretentious video review for an actually good video#dan and phil#danisnotonfire#phan#d&p#dnp#*mine
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LLSHP 4 - Room of Requirement
Arc1: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7]
Arc2: [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10 - Moonstruck (TBD)]
[Brief note about School Term] [other LLSHP AU stuff] [YohaMaRuby concept arts] [ChikaYouRiko concept arts] [KanaDiaMari concept arts] [Hogwarts Staff]
A/N: Finally finished this long chap x.x … does anyone still remember this story? Lololol! blame CYR for eating up the word count and delay. Hopefully the next chapter doesn’t take this long. If it feels like there are multiple ships, you’re overthinking I’m just fleshing out their relationships and characterizing them
Words: 6,552
The sky is blue, the sun is bright, and the world feels just damn right! Yoshiko stretches and sighs contently against the wall as she waits outside the Aviary. It’s only been a few weeks since her arrival at Hogwarts and, already, it feels like a home.
She discovers new things every day with her two best friends and she is always eager to go to classes. Transfiguration, taught by the Headmistress’ daughter, is a very cool course because she gets to transform items and really show off her ideas. The professor is a sweet lady who encourages the students to do their best, and she rewards those with artistic designs even if they do not meet the lesson objective. Charms showcase spells like the useful ones Ruby utilized at the train station to lift heavy luggage. Yoshiko likes the class a lot because their small-statured professor seems to understand her dramatic poses and even compliments her creative ways of casting charms, as inaccurate as they may be. Her ‘Wingardium Leviosa’ is pronounced in a husky tone that the witch approves of, though her feather only hovers a bit before dropping to the side. Meh, she’ll make it fly one of these days once she has enough practice!
Potions, on the other hand, has been an utter disaster. The bespectacled professor, though strict, is very helpful and patient, but even the graceful witch could not figure out why Yoshiko’s cauldron explodes every now and then. The ingredients are prepared and added correctly, yet it doesn’t matter how she brews the potion, something always happens that would force the class to be suspended. For now, her Potion lessons have been put on hold until the staff think of something. Perhaps this is a fallen angel’s curse?
At least, she is extremely proud of her progress at Defense Against Dark Arts. The beautiful professor also happens to be the Head of Slytherin so Yoshiko tries extra hard to impress the austere witch. Except, she finds out that she doesn’t have to - every spell, concept or terminology come easily to her. She only has to read new information once to absorb it. Then again, she’s the fallen angel and thus naturally good at subjects related to darkness.
Well, if only the ancient wizard teaching History of Magic could make his lessons more interesting, she wouldn’t have to ‘visit the darkness’ often. She doesn’t understand how Hanamaru could stay awake in that droll class. Yoshiko prefers listening to her friend happily talk about the subject anyway, so she always uses that time to nap or fantasize.
The one course she looks forward to the most is Flying, except she’s heard from older students that the Instructor hasn’t returned from some inter-school event at Durmstrang and so lessons will be delayed until the witch’s return. That’s fine with her though, for she would prefer to understand Hogwarts more before conquering it over the sky!
“I’m done. Thanks for waiting, Yoshiko-chan!” Ruby comes out of the Aviary with a few feathers stuck to her robes, though she’s wearing a huge smile that immediately prompts Yoshiko to return the same. The two girls then head for the library to meet up with Hanamaru as per usual on a Friday afternoon. It’s been getting harder to persuade the brunette to leave her Shangri-la, so much that Yoshiko has to physically drag her back to the Hufflepuff dorm for Ruby. Today would prove to be more difficult, for they want to have a nice picnic out by the Lake but how would they be able to persuade Hanamaru to leave the library when the sun is still high up?
Shaking her head, Yoshiko picks off some of the feathers stuck to Ruby and tosses them away since they weren’t good enough for her collection. “I do wonder why you keep sending those letters though. You’ve never gotten a response, right?”
“Hehe, even though Pana can’t speak, I’m sure it understands what I mean and has been delivering my letters to that person! I’m fine with not knowing who they are.”
True to Dia’s words that night, there has been no more Howlers concerning Ruby being in Hufflepuff. She even received a cute brown owl from an anonymous sender, and she named it ‘Pana’ because the bird seems quite fond of flowers. Since then, she has been sending letters of gratitude to whoever this mysterious person is.
“As long as you’re happy, I guess that’s alright.” Yoshiko glances at her friend, who emits the kind of aura you’d find on a puppy whose tail is wagging with contagious joy. Unlike before, Ruby now wears her hair in pigtails, a style that suits her personality and adds to the cuteness.
Ruby beams at that. “I-I am happy. My housemates and House Head are so kind, I love my friends, and every day has been so much fun, don’t you agree?”
“Yeah, that I definitely agree. I can’t wait for the Flying Lesson… whenever that is. I’ll show everyone a fallen angel can still soar above the skies, heh.”
“So, h-how are things at Slytherin?”
“Gah, not you too! Zuramaru’s already bugged me about it earlier. I’m fine, trust me,” Yoshiko grumbles, knowing her friends always frown at how her housemates sit a wide berth away from during meal times. While she’s able to sit with Hanamaru and Ruby during lessons with Hufflepuff, she’s usually by her lonesome during others.
“I-If you say so. We just want to make sure you know we’re always available.”
Yoshiko never tried sneaking out of her dorm since that night, but the three friends always hang out until they have to return to their respective Dorms before their curfew. She flusters under the reminder and mumbles. “Dia-san is actually pretty nice. She meant what she said and no one’s been rude to me or made comments about my Muggle background.”
Ruby perks up at that. “O-Of course, that just sounds like Onee-chan, hehe.”
For the umpteenth time, Yoshiko fights down the urge to ask what the deal is between the two sisters. Ruby obviously adores Dia while the latter is still as closed off as ever. After weeks of contemplation, Yoshiko acknowledges there are some private things about yourself that you just wouldn’t share with others. She would not pester her friend for answers until the latter is ready.
“How about you though? Have they been bothering you lately?” Yoshiko folds her arms and recalls Ruby’s problem with ghosts. Some of the meaner spirits enjoy frightening her and would pop out at most unsuspecting times. Hanamaru is protective of Ruby but the ghosts are undeterred by the petite girl’s attempt at intimidation.
“Yeah… they still come out of nowhere,” at this, Ruby walks a bit closer to Yoshiko, who nods in understanding. For some reason, the great fallen angel has yet to encounter these apparitions. The ghosts don’t dare to appear, not even to scare Ruby, whenever Yoshiko is around.
“Hnff. If I ever see them, I’d give them a piece of my mind! I was gonna ask them to join me, but they’re not fit to be part of Yohane’s legion if they treat my friend this way.”
Giggling, Ruby is about to say something when an excited shriek pierces through the air. Rubbing her abused ears, Yoshiko turns around and discovered a group of girls of various Houses chasing someone wearing the red and gold Gryffindor robe. Some are waving some kind of signs while some are shouting words of adoration, and they all wear the same fervent expression..
And they’re coming in this direction!
“Ohayousorou, Ruby-chan!”
“You-san?! Piki!”
Yoshiko blinks in bewilderment when her friend is practically kidnapped right before her eyes. Left with no choice, she could only run after the stranger, who’s carrying Ruby in her arms and still running at an impressive speed. It is only through sheer perseverance that Yoshiko is able to keep up.
“Hey, give her back!”
“Psshh, over here!”
Yoshiko suddenly finds herself in a broom closet, squished uncomfortably against the musty corner. Before she could protest, Ruby hastily covers her mouth while the Gryffindor presses her ear against the door. The frightening clamors of the horde gradually fades away, prompting the stranger to sigh.
“Phew, that was close! Sorry for dragging you into this again, Ruby-chan.”
“Ehehe… that’s okay, I’d rather not get caught under that, um, stampede.”
The Gryffindor laughs heartily and ruffles Ruby’s hair. Seeing how familiar the two are with each other, Yoshiko relaxes and clears her throat.
“Oh! Sorry. This is my friend Yoshiko Tsushima, and-”
“You Watanabe here!” Grinning, the fair-haired girl salutes before shaking the dumbfounded Slytherin’s hand. Combined with her soft and slightly wavy tresses and eyes as blue as the sky, You appears to be the very image of a sporty girl who shines the brightest under the sun. Already, Yoshiko foresees herself having trouble dealing with such an outgoing person. How did Ruby come to know someone like You?
Sensing her confusion, the redhead elaborates. “Um, I was running away from the ghosts one time and happened to hide at the same place as You-san. Her ...erm, fanclub was trying to corner her at that time.”
“You have a fanclub?! You mean, those people who were chasing us-?” Yoshiko gapes at You in awe. Even though those girls earlier resemble a pack of wolves more, it’s still amazing to garner such attention. A series of scenes play out before Yoshiko’s mind: professor marveling at her new innovative spells; Dia proudly handing over the Head Girl badge; students cheering for her as she walks around the campus; Zuramaru smiling at her in utter adulation…ku ku ku...
Yoshiko shakes her head in embarrassment. While it must feel fantastic to be loved by so many, she certainly doesn’t want to end up like You, who has to resort to seek asylum in smelly broom closets!
“Ahaha… yeah, I don’t know why. It’s not like I did anything special. Kanan-chan should have a fanclub, not me.” At least, You seems like a humble person. “I often get into trouble because my, um, fans cause disruptions in class and in the hallways.”
“How’d you end up with a fanclub anyway? Are you like a prefect or next Head Girl candidate or something?” Yoshiko gives the taller girl a look over. She is indeed attractive with that charming smile and friendly aura, and those rolled up sleeves reveal her toned arms. Something tells her that You has a fanclub just because.
“You-san must be really good at magic?” Ruby suggests, oblivious to Yoshiko’s darkening cheeks.
“Er, I do have good grades in Transfiguration but I’m not exceptional or anything, not like Dia-san.” Seeing Ruby’s proud smile, You ruffles her hair again. “I still can’t believe you’re Dia-san’s lil sister! You’re so cuddly and cute while… well…”
“Onee-chan is cute too,” the redhead pouts rather defensively. Yoshiko tries to imagine the austere Slytherin acting like Ruby and her brain just stops working. Also, she’s starting to feel rather left out with how close these two are with each other.
“Hey, just how long are we gonna stay here? It smells!”
“Oh we were just waiting for the coast to clear. Lemme see,” the Gryffindor peeks through the slight gap between the doors and raises her hand in a half-salute. “I’ll give the signal. Get ready… Yousorou~!!”
Yoshiko is completely unprepared for the older girl’s strength when she’s pulled out of the closet. Yelping, she loses her balance after a few steps and trips flat on her face.
“There she is! It’s You Watanabe!”
The fangirls’ must have spotted them somehow and already, heavy footsteps are coming their way! Groaning, Yoshiko tries to get up but suddenly feels strong arms under her knees and back.
“Hold on!”
Instinctively, she wraps her arms around You’s neck as the latter effortlessly carries her princess style and resumes running with Ruby following close behind. Yoshiko can only feel the wind whipping through her hair, and the Gryffindor’s pleasant body heat and strong arms.
Oh, and the fangirls’ screeching in the background too, but that’s muffled by the rapid pounding of her heartbeat in her ears.
It is only when the volume dies down that she realizes her whereabouts. Of course, the library has to be the best sanctuary since everyone is afraid of incurring the librarian’s wrath.
Yoshiko’s face is so red that she feels like it could explode. “Hey, put me down already!”
“Ah gomen.”
Her inexplicably weak legs tremble a bit, forcing her to lean against Ruby before she stumbles. How embarrassing would that be!
“Hehe, You-chan’s popularity is scary as always~”
A Gryffindor is sprawled across a table at a corner and she’s sleepily waving at them. Her hair color resembles that of a mikan, a fruit Yoshiko absolutely detests, and there’s a particular strand of hair poking out from the top of her head. Upon noticing Ruby though, this ahoge flicks like a responsive antenna and within moments, she’s already shot out of her seat.
“Ruby-chan!!”
“Piki!!”
Yoshiko gapes as her friend is once again enveloped in a bear hug while You also joins her buddy in fawning over the squeaking Hufflepuff. What’s with Gryffindors? Are they all this crazy!? Scowling, she dives for the human pile to rescue Ruby only to get a mikan shoved at her face.
“Hehe, nice to meet you, I’m Chika Takami! Are you Ruby-chan’s friend? Here, have a mikan!”
“No! Get away! Ack!!” She swerves away from the accursed orange sphere and hides under the table. Through her covered ears, she faintly hears Ruby explaining to the older girls that she dislikes mikan, which is only putting it mildly.
“Eeeeeeh but mikans are the best… oh well, I won’t force people! I’m sure you’ll see mikan’s awesomeness one of these days. Sorry about that, Yoshiko-chan, right?”
Calling me so familiarly already, what a fearsome enemy! Seeing how friendly Chika’s smile is, Yoshiko grudgingly accepts her offered hand and is pulled out from under the table. “It’s Yohane,” she grumbles only half-heartedly, knowing it’d be ignored.
And it is. If this keeps happening, she’ll really be stuck as plain Yoshiko and no one would know the amazing fallen angel that is Yohane!
She flops on the table, drained from everything that’s happened since their visit to the Aviary. From their animated conversation, she learns that Ruby got acquainted with this Chika through You and they’ve been quite close since. This worries her a lot, that the timid Hufflepuff is left alone in the company of these two rowdy Gryffindors.
But Ruby seems happy. So I guess that’s what matters. Yoshiko tries to fight down her protective instinct and interrupts the trio. “So, You-san, what’s with all the fangirls? I can still see them peeking in from over there.”
Indeed, some persistent students are lingering by the arched entrance, glancing between them and the scowling librarian. She glares right back at those strangers, sensing a lot of hostility directed at her because of her physical closeness with You earlier.
“They’re gonna pounce on me the moment I leave this place, aren’t they?”
“Ahaha, that’s taking it too far... But! If they really do anything to you, you need to tell me, okay?” You’s amiable expression turns solemn. “I won’t let you get hurt because of me.”
Yoshiko harrumphs and hastily turns away from those blue eyes, hoping no one notices her reddening ears. Now, she sort of understands why You is so popular. Having such oblivious charisma is dangerous!
“Oh right, Yoshiko-chan and Ruby-chan are new so you wouldn’t have known,” Chika chimes in, wrapping an arm around her buddy’s shoulder and pumping her fist into the air. “Wait til you see You-chan play! She’s our mighty secret weapon - us Lions will win again this year! I’m a pretty good Beater myself too.” She then starts swinging an invisible bat around. “I’ll knock away any Bludger and protect our Seeker~”
All those terms just fly over Yoshiko’s head, though she does vaguely recall reading about them from some book Hanamaru gave her. Ah, so these two Gryffindors are Quidditch players and apparently You is an ace or MVP, similar to how sports stars are revered in the Muggle world. The fangirls’ crazy behavior now makes sense, but that doesn’t make it any less scary.
Chika is still waving her invisible bat or, rather, she looks like she’s just flailing wildly. “Kan Kan-?”
“Mikan!” You replies energetically.
“Kan Kan-?”
“Mikan!!!” Ruby for some reason joins this strange, ritualistic call.
“KA~N KA~N?”
“MI~KA~N!” The three of them cheer loudly but wisely lower their volume when the librarian angrily coughs in their direction.
Seriously, what in the world are they doing? Yoshiko stares at Ruby like she’s never seen her friend before. Ruby’s getting corrupted! She wonders if a certain Head Girl knows about this and if she should intervene.
“That’s enough, you two.”
Yoshiko’s heart skips a beat upon hearing the firm but velvety voice. She tries to look casual as she peers at the newcomer through half-lidded eyes.
“Riko-chan~! Hey, Ruby-chan, Yoshiko-chan, this is Riko Sakurauchi, part of us Three Mermai- ouch!!” Chika sends the Ravenclaw a hurt puppy look after being hit on her head. “That hurt!”
“Then don’t say those two words again, hmm?”
“Yes ma’am.”
The dark gleam in those amber eyes dissipates as Riko greets the two younger girls, and explains that they’ve already met before to the Gryffindors. Yoshiko mumbles a response, unable to meet Riko’s gaze. She doesn’t know why, but the Ravenclaw’s presence alone makes her uncomfortable. All she could think about is that night outside the castle and the Thestral, as well as the unreadable looks Riko sends her during dinner or whenever they pass by each other in the hallways. All of that fills her with a restless urge to flee, though from what and to where, she does not know.
Unable to trust her own behavior, Yoshiko stays silent and simply observes Riko as discreetly as possible. From the way they act, the three older girls seem to be close friends. Chika is the leader who brings laughter and power to their trio, and Riko is the control that keeps the Gryffindors from fooling too much, while You sides with either depending on the situation. Right now, she’s playing the peacemaker because Chika is grumbling about studying, and Riko’s expression has darkened again.
Overall though, the way Riko looks at You and Chika reminds Yoshiko of herself, that she also looks at Hanamaru and Ruby rather longingly. Perhaps such is the fate of having two close friends in a different House?
She then notices that Riko has shifted her piercing gaze towards her. Flustered at being caught, she stands up abruptly and tries to shake off that uneasy feeling.
“Well, I’m gonna find Zuramaru,” Yoshiko imitates Ruby’s ‘Rubesty’ pose before briskly walking away from the scene, ignoring the latter’s confused call.
The library is quite the labyrinth, filled with rows and rows of bookshelves that reach the ceiling. Students retrieve the books either through magic or manual means like stairs, though most utilize the second option to minimize the possibility of damaging those ancient texts, at least under the librarian’s scrutiny anyway.
Yoshiko walks by a group of older wizards attempting to wrestle down huge book that’s making a lot of guttural snarls. What kind of book has fangs anyway? Though intrigued, she would rather stay far away from such crude, inelegant items. She’s heard of the Forbidden Section, which must contain all the knowledge about the Underworld, so she aim to obtain a permission slip from a professor as soon as possible. Surely, as an avid reader and seeker of knowledge, Zuramaru would help her in this quest.
After a while, Yoshiko is able to locate the brunette in question at a cobwebbed corner. She almost misses Hanamaru behind a stack of books that is taller than her. One particularly thick volume is already tittering precariously at the top, but before Yoshiko could handsomely save her friend, Hanamaru easily casts a levitation charm to stabilize the pile.
Disgruntled, Yoshiko deliberately makes heavy steps towards the oblivious girl to announce her presence. Hanamaru flinches and fumbles with a heavy book she just pulled out of the shelf, dropping it against the pile. In an attempt to balance the stack, Yoshiko instinctively lunges forward and wraps her arms around it.
Even then, the books still bury her like an avalanche.
“You should’ve used a spell, Yoshiko-chan,” Hanamaru giggles and digs out the scowling girl.
“I acted on instinct okay?! Why did you get so many books anyway, it’s not like you can even read them all.”
“Oh I can, just watch me zura,” the brunette beams and puffs her chest with pride.
“No thanks,” Yoshiko tries not to glance down at her endowed bosom and distracts herself by complaining to her about those grey and orange ruffians. At least, now that she’s here with Hanamaru, she feels so much better, that she can fully relax and not having to worry about being examined like some sort of exotic creature.
However, much to her bemusement, Hanamaru already knows of the two Quidditch players and their friendliness with Ruby. Then again, being Housemates do have their perks, and she’ll just have to accept that she’d be missing out a lot of stuff within their trio.
“You-san and Chika-san are very nice people. Ruby-chan likes them too. But that’s not why you’re here, is it?” Hanamaru smiles teasingly at the taller girl. “You came here because Riko-san’s there with them too, isn’t that right zura?”
“W-What!! You’re speaking nonsense!” Yoshiko tries to appear nonchalant as she helps her friend to load those books onto a cart via magic. Alas, her spell isn’t properly executed and causes the stack to tip over again.
Hanamaru giggles. Yoshiko blushes even more.
“What’s so funny! Grrr you’re just a Zuramaru…” Akin to a bristling black cat, Yoshiko swipes at the other girl’s wand, which disrupts the charm. Now, they have a pile of books strewn about haphazardly at their feet.
“Yoshiko-chan!” Hanamaru’s frown doesn’t stay up for long though and she resumes that infectious giggling again. Soon, the two girls are laughing while they manually pick up the heavy texts and load them onto the cart.
“Magic’s awesome and all but it feels good doing it the old-fashioned way too.”
“Mhmm~ But that’s because Yoshiko-chan can’t concentrate on a spell long enough zura~”
“Hnff, you’re not so good yourself either, Bakamaru.”
“Hey, that’s uncalled for!”
They exchange another look and burst into laughter once more. After catching her breath, Hanamaru rests her hand on the pile of neatly stacked books and asks quietly. “But really, you came here because of Riko-san right? You’re still thinking about what she said that night.”
Sighing, Yoshiko folds her arms in an involuntary defensive gesture. Of course the brunette easily sees through her, but she doesn’t mind being exposed to her friend. “Yeah. I don’t know why but it really bothers me.”
“I’m sure Riko-san didn’t mean anything more than just stating a fact zura. I’ve looked up Thestrals - they really are magical beasts that can only be seen by those who have seen Death.”
“Right, but…. Graaah, it’s hard to explain, okay?” Yoshiko fiddles with the feather stuck in her bun while Hanamaru patiently waits for elaboration. Sighing again, she adds. “I just don’t understand how she looks at me sometimes. We don’t know each other well but, it feels like she knows something about me that I don’t even know myself.”
“You really need to speak to her.”
“We haven’t had a chance to speak alone - this isn’t something I’d want to ask when there are people around. Besides, that’s kinda out of the blue, don’t you think? Like, ‘hey are you hiding a secret from me?’ because there’s a chance that I’m just being paranoid.”
Yoshiko stuffs her hands in her pockets, frustrated at this bewildering emotion brewing in her chest. She’s usually confident about her own feelings or instincts, but not about Riko Sakurauchi.
Hanamaru gently taps on her arm. “Then perhaps you should send her a letter?”
“What!! That’s worse?”
“Why zura?”
“S-She might wonder why I don’t just talk to her directly…”
“Oooh, you’re worried she might think it’s a love letter.”
“Exactly- wait, no, that’s why I don’t want to send the letter!” Yoshiko pulls Hanamaru’s hand off of her shoulder though for some reason she couldn’t let go. The shorter girl doesn’t notice her dilemma and just puffs her cheeks.
“Stop grumbling and just do it. Mou Yoshiko-chan, you’re so difficult!”
“Watch your tone towards your master, mere little demon-”
“Am not.”
Yoshiko irritably drops Hanamaru’s hand and jabs her finger at the latter. “You so are! You’re mine and that’s the end of this discussion!”
She storms away, feeling proud that she’s finally won an argument for once. It’s only after she is a few bookshelves away that she realizes what she said and her face promptly bursts into flames.
Why is this happening again?
Yoshiko pants laboriously as she sprints down the same corridor for the third time, still chased by a small mob of fangirls. Her premonition was correct - she’s forced to dodge these crazy people the moment she stepped out of the library. Those blazing eyes and sinister expressions promise a very, very thorough interrogation if she were to be captured by them.
And so, Yoshiko’s been running and running. She would have continued to hide in the library except Riko’s there, Ruby’s getting brainwashed by those trippy Gryffindors, and she doesn’t know how to face Hanamaru after that weird argument.
So much for having a picnic by the Lake…
Why don’t those fangirls bother the other three? Then again, they wouldn’t dare to bother the Head Girl’s little sister (and Yohane-sama won’t allow anyone to hurt her precious friend anyway), while Chika is You’s fellow Quidditch buddy so she’s safe that way.
As for Riko, well, she could be frightening, seeing how she dealt with Chika earlier.
So that makes me the scapegoat! Is this another trial for a sinful fallen angel? Yoshiko screams inwardly, willing her dying legs to keep moving. After the fiasco before, she refuses to hide in any broom closet again, so she just keeps running up the stairs. She’s probably at the seventh floor already but now she’s been stuck here without a way out.
Suddenly, she notices a door opposite of an ugly tapestry of some wizard and trolls. She practically dives for the knob, rolls right in, scrambles up to slam the door shut, and immediately locks it. To her relief, those fangirls must have missed her and soon frantic footsteps are gone from her hearing range.
“Woah… is this place even for real?”
Yoshiko doesn’t dare to get up from her slumped position against the door as she takes in the incredible decor that fills this chamber. There is a fireplace, surrounded by several cozy armchairs, as well as furred carpets that appear very inviting, lulling any onlookers to just sink in and rest. The combination of colors and antique decorations form a relaxing ambiance, a perfect remedy for any weary souls.
While there are no desserts on the coffee table, the plates and pots are set up as if beckoning her to start preparing afternoon tea.
Overall, this is the ideal hideout.
But surely, this belongs to someone? Everything looks too good to be true. She must have trespassed someone’s, perhaps a professor’s, private lounge. Between the horde of crazy fangirls and the wrath of the unknown owner of this room, she would rather take chances with the former. She’ll just have to try to get back to the Slytherin Dorm and maybe hide behind Dia or something.
Resolute, Yoshiko slowly gets up and is about to turn the doorknob when she notices a grand ornate mirror. It is much taller than her but hidden within the shades so she didn’t see it before. Bewitched by its ancient aura, she moves to stand in front of the mirror and examines it closely.
There, inscribed upon the golden frame, is a faded phrase ‘Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi’.
She grins giddily. After weeks of being in Hogwarts, she’s finally found something amazing! Sure, everything she’s experienced so far is awesome and still difficult to believe sometimes, but this mirror looks like something that would appear in one of her fantasies.
“Compelled by destiny and the string of fate, the great fallen angel discovers a lost treasure in the most unlikely of places… ku ku ku, maybe I should be a writer and have Zuramaru edit it for me? It’ll be an instant bestseller for sure-”
Words fade in her throat as her eyes widen in shock.
Instead of her reflection, another girl is gazing back at her. No, this stranger looks identical to her, except she is wearing a beautiful, flowing white dress. Most importantly, a pair of snowy white, wings are folded behind her back.
She looks like an angel.
Bewildered, Yoshiko cautiously looks behind her, confirming that there is no one here in the room but herself. She reaches behind her back and finds nothing, even though her reflection copies her and is able to touch those feathery wings.
“What’s going on-? Who are you?”
The doppelganger merely smiles, a confident yet serene sort of smile that she could never hope to imitate. The wings slowly unfold and spread in their full glory, as if showcasing her just how ethereal they are.
“Are you Yohane?”
Expectedly, the reflection does not reply but that only strengthens her speculation. Her heart aches with yearning as she thoroughly takes in the doppelganger's appearance once more. Perhaps this is how she used to look like, before she fell from the heavens and became a fallen angel?
Her mind throbs in pain as she struggles to comprehend such possibility. All her life, she’s believed herself to be a fallen angel but now that she finds out it might be true, she no longer knows what to think.
Shaken, she staggers away and stumbles out of the room.
“Are you alright?”
Blinking, she peers up to find Dia standing beside her. She recoils like she was caught red-handed, and instinctively reaches for the knob behind her. Her hand finds nothing and she collapses rather comically against the wall. Embarrassed, she could only stare at her feet as the older girl quizzically pulls her up.
“T-Thanks. Um, yeah, I’m okay.”
“You were… in there, were you not? An interesting room.”
Yoshiko looks up anxiously, fearing reprimand, but Dia only looks thoughtful. “Yeah I was. How did you know? And- hey, where did it go?”
Indeed, the door is nowhere to be seen. She skeptically glances at the tapestry of trolls and then at the spot opposite of it. She is certain that the entrance is here!
“I see. You are quite the fortunate one, Yoshiko Tsushima.”
“What?! No way, I’ve always had bad luck!” Bemused by the Dia’s small smile, Yoshiko starts enumerating every odd event that’s happened just this week alone. “My pumpkin juice had a bit of mikan mixed in it, the cup we used in Transfiguration was actually cracked and I didn’t notice and I almost hurt myself when it shattered, and those fangirls- hey! Listen to me!”
The Head Girl, for some reason, begins pacing back and forth. After the third round, a door suddenly materializes in front of the startled Yoshiko.
“Only a few ever manages to locate the Room of Requirement, Yoshiko-san, so you are indeed lucky to have found it,” Dia places her hand on the handle before turning towards her with a placid expression. “Follow me.”
“So is this your private afternoon tea lounge, Dia-san? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- hey, what happened?” Flabbergasted, she finds herself rooted in place as she surveys the completely different chamber.
Unlike before, it’s a spacious area with a high and brightly lit ceiling. Armored knights surround the perimeter and each of them wields various medieval weaponry, from halberds, maces to rapiers. The darkness from the visors’ slits exhibits a sentient chill, like they would spring to life any moment and cut down any who dare to intrude upon their sacred arena. Standing at the center is the Kurosawa heiress, poised with her saber unsheathed.
It is both an awe-inspiring and terrifying sight. Yoshiko almost forgets to breathe.
“The Room of Requirement can change its content depending on its seeker’s needs,” Dia’s sonorous voice resonates in the chamber as she gestures at the armed metal knights. “For example, just now, I wished for a dueling arena. If I so desire, these full-body suits of armor will become animated and become my sparring partners.”
Yoshiko gulps. She has absolutely no trouble envisioning that.
“At other times, I have used it as a study room - it would be filled with cauldrons, textbooks and other relevant equipment if I need to study Potions or Alchemy,” she then sheathes her sword, the clang of metal echoing dangerously around them. “Now, you seemed spooked by what you saw in the room before, Yoshiko-san. May I ask what it is that you saw?”
Under the Head Girl’s austere yet kind gaze, the younger girl couldn’t help but stammer about her odd encounter. While she doesn’t reveal exactly what she saw in the mirror, she describes the artifact's appearance in great details.
“Ah. You have found the Mirror of Erised as well.” Dia’s brows furrow slightly, seemingly concerned. “I will not ask you to elaborate on what you saw in the mirror, Yoshiko-san, but bare in mind, the Mirror is not omnipotent by any means. It only shows the viewer their innermost desire, nothing more. One may see themselves as a Prefect, a Quidditch captain perhaps, or one may see their deceased family members, and so on. But that is all it does, show an illusion.”
Yoshiko nods mutely as she recalls the angelic version of herself. She almost wants to laugh at how ridiculous it is. Of course she isn’t an actual fallen angel! The mirror just showed her what she wants to see, that’s all.
She’s not special. She’s not Yohane, just Yoshiko Tsushima.
Oh lord, now she has an urge to cry too.
To her surprise, Dia rests her hand on her shoulder. This comforting gesture warms her heart so much that it becomes even harder to stop the tears from trickling out of her clenched eyelids.
“Perhaps it is best that you do not find the Mirror of Erised again,” the older Slytherin says gently, “I have also seen it before and, after a lot of thinking, I have concluded that it is fruitless to ponder about its content. It is not the reality. It only confuses you and stops you from seeing the truth, from doing what you need to do.”
Fleetingly, Yoshiko wonders what Dia saw in the mirror.
“I am not deterring you from exploring, for it is good to be inquisitive about the Magical world. However, heed your instincts and do not take everything at face value. You still have many years ahead of you in Hogwarts. You will grow with your knowledge.”
At this moment, Yoshiko understands why Ruby look up to her sister so much. Dia just has this reliable aura, that she’s someone you can depend on when you’re in trouble or when you feel lost.
For the first time since the Sorting, she is happy to be a Slytherin, proud to be in the same House as someone like Dia.
Hastily wiping away her tears, she grins up at the older girl. “Dia-san sure has the potential to be a devastating beauty like Yohane! You just need to smile more, like this.” She smoothly wiggles out of the latter’s reach and strikes a pose to gather her composure.
Dia shakes her head, though she’s indeed wearing a small smile.
A rather loud growl from Yoshiko’s stomach ruins this touching moment. Scowling in mortification, she stiffly folds her arms. “Is it dinner time yet?”
“I believe so.”
“Erm, so, I’m going to go back to the library to get Zuramaru and Ruby. Wanna come with me?”
Yoshiko isn’t really surprised when Dia declines her offer. “I have something I need to do, but I will see you at the Great Hall later.”
Nodding, Yoshiko shifts nervously and tries to keep her voice even. “I learned a lot today, Dia-san. I was… in a chaotic state of mind I guess, but you’ve helped me clear all that away! I guess I just wanted to say, thank you!”
“You are welcome.”
“Even though I do not wish to move school property, perhaps it is best that I relocate the Mirror elsewhere.”
Riko winces at Dia’s words, though she is unable to tear her gaze away from the reflection in the Mirror of Erised. The human mind is only so strong, and this tantalizing illusion is able to soothe the pang in her chest when nothing else could.
Even though the ache worsens every time she leaves the room.
“Riko-san.” A pair of warm hands gently covers her eyes, blocking her vision and effectively snapping her out of the haze. “I understand, but what your heart desires is impossible. You need to accept that.”
Her lips trembles as her mind acknowledges the truth in the older girl’s words but that does not make it hurt any less. Her eyes sting, her throat hurts and the need to sob are too much. Dia shifts behind her and gingerly turns her around before embracing her.
“Kanan-san is much better at this hugging thing,” the Slytherin murmurs with slight humor, “But I am your friend too, Riko-san. I am more than willing to offer comforting arms.”
She nods wordlessly against the crook of Dia’s neck, soothed by the way the latter caresses her hair. After a while, she points her wand at a tarp at a corner and flicks it over the Mirror, fully covering the glass for good.
“What do you see in it, Dia-san?”
Dia’s arms tighten imperceptibly. “... I think you know.”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” Riko reluctantly pulls away from the hug and approaches the table, where two identical black feathers are charmed and carefully isolated with a translucent, silvery veil. One is from when Mari, in her cat form, swiped it from Yoshiko at the train station. The other one is found by Kanan in the forest, where cloaked strangers attacked Dia. She glances around rows and rows of bookshelves, filled with collections on par with the library.
“We still cannot find any similarity between the two, other than the fact they both reject your spell, Riko-san,” the Slytherin gestures at the parchments stacked on another desk. “Naturally, I have recorded all of our experiments.”
“We need more samples. The Room of Requirement surely holds the information we require,” the Ravenclaw states firmly and begins to browse through the nearest books. Dia sighs quietly but joins the younger girl. They have invested too much in this mystery already.
“Very well.”
#LLSHP AU#athyra writes#finally finished :'DDD#yohamaru#CYaRon!#youhane#chikayouriko#aka three mermaids *shot*#youchika adores Ruby awww#\CYR/#DiaRiko#Dia-sama so reliable#yohariko#a bit?? iono#room of requirement#tsushima yoshiko#yohane#Quidditch#fangirls be scary#yoharuby#multiple datenshi scenes with others lmao#narrator privilege
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setting and world:ok here we go this time rpg au will be in a world we ra nature rule than tech nolo gy(i eman even more than what it shows in theseries ike for example instead of brieges made of stone are bridges that are atually really big roots )welp nothe less this time is different at differnt of the shiny rod chosing its owner its waiting or its owner you see the shiny rod dissapeared long ago after certain ncident happend you see chariot in this au is a arch magicina animist that alongside the shiny rod cretaes amzing speel related to nature animals an dteh enviroment due that she feels that nature itself is magical and its the living prro thta life is wonderful since ths world is more connected to nartue itsel chariot was more famous and known than the series itself sh eapears on cristall balls magic scrolls and by visions spells but not everyone was happy with he rfriend the alchemist artificer croix she didnt get why caring a lot for nature you see everytime that humanity wanted to advance technolgically the magic creatures (and persons) were agains it and destroys every possible way to happen and nature was the wwinner croix wantng to humanity to advanced decide to sabotaged chariot show just that this time by making invocations hex and use of alchemist it doe not work until she accidnetally makes a final speel conving a invocation with a hex fuelled with negative power make a invctaion of a poweful demon known as noir he begins consuming everyone living foce and then invocate portals to use it minnions to attck near towns villages and everithing thta have a himan being (oh yeah by using his influence to affec evryon that see the show)the demon touches a certain blonde woman and her duaghter scream and telling him to stop another girl use minii fireworks to help the moter and said to the blonde gril get down and use the firework saving th blonde girla nd her mother bu then variou demons suround her the mtoher hugging th two girls while tryin to prtoect them suddeny a rar of light destroys the demon it was chariot she begins destroying the demons and finally fattaly hurts their leader and hides away in the darkness succesfully saving everyone and tis time not losing the shiny rod by her fut!....but rather croix fault the great grandmother mother eatrh spirit known as yggdrassil congratuates her by her efforts but also says that she will punish croix by her insolence with her life chariot angry with her friend but not the enought f wanting her death decides to give her right of the shiny rod to save her yggdrassil ws surprised by it so sehd ecides to et croix to live and givin gher new possition s great mage and giving her a magnificent wand but croix was cursed to become souless tree creature to wander the earth and she will return to normal wehn she lerns all her wrodoings croix was angry of this ot happpen and curse chariot of ever meeting ther and vanish with a fog speell and dispears and yggdrasil dissapears after teeling to chariot to be herself and tech toher her way of livng then a excited brown haire girl goes were chariot and aks her to be her teacher she wa shappy of her new role as a teacher she wanted to ask tot he blond girl but t she and her mother dissapeared and so the shiny rod was lost in some forest waiting for the right person to use it since that day akko and chariot trained tgether since they met growning closer lik mother nd daughter (this time chariot was still havingg her happy youg self an de xpand it in her adult years) so one day akko would be stroung enought to reclaim it !
the guild:but this world is also dagerous full of traps monsters ceature and demons and bad peope her quest wont be easy so she alone cnat do it she ask chariot to help her but she says she mist find croix after so many yeras of dissapearing so sh says no with no worringly so since her favorite teacher cnat help her she decides to go alone (akko is warrior class) but she fails a lot and gets hurt badly a ot so she decides to make a guld "the shiny stars of the stars " nd goes to near villages towns and unnown parts to creta eher guild an dready for advetures!
croix role:ok here we go youse tehre is no only human here they are held dwarfes goblins orcs and many more and her es teh thing croix cursed staet was quite known in the upper world that everyone hates her for ibertaing the demon and her minnion smaking destrution so she live in under world shee befriend the dwarfes and she teach ehr o her technlogy sloly becaems a expert on their technology so much that combining their technology and speels croix mangae to almost recover her normal state her taent in the manafucture wa sso impriseive tht she cerates a company in th e sahdows and became a powrful an dinfluecing as always so she wants to ue taht power tot ke over the world adn reclim the shiny rod detriy ygddrasi an dthe 9nwitches and having he revnege aginst chariot! but she can do ti alone she comands the dwarfes and other underwod inhabitant to capture els human orcs devils...and noir minnions she experiment on them braiwashing them and modifying them with mechanical parts and comand them to make chaos and destruction around the world while in the upper world she uses a more human disguise in order to make del wihth nobe families and trick them to help her growimg empire in military na d fianncial way but her destruction dersoy million o life by eefct
diana the elf princess:diana is a elf princees that in he ryounger years was curious of the outside world so she and her mother goe to a a certain show and bad things happen a monster grabs her other making her screm and her veins infected by the touch of the devil was screaming a nd pleading somebody save her she was cryong an dbeging soebody to help he rmother then suddenly se hears a voice telling her get down launching fireworks to the monster svaing her seeing whowas her shinig prince was surprised to see that was a young brown haired girl and she gets coser to dian and asks her are you ok? she then says shyli "y-yes.." andhelp her mother with the help of the girl she sks he rduring all tht chaous "whoa re you ?" "oh youa re asking my name welp my name is akatsu akatsuragi but i preffer "akko"! dian says with shiny eyes "akko" then akko notices something on the girls it was fire she stops the fire but see diana ears and sh ask are youa elf? yess "awesome ""really?" before they continut heri conversation the monster was going to kill them chariot saves them adter what happens akko dcide to go where chariot was and tells dian to go wtih her dian amzed was going to followe her but sudeenly when akko turns to se chariot some elf guardians grab her an he rother an say that they cat and dian abegs to be with akko that seh is the princess that she can do what she wants but before she begins a agrument with the guard bernadette stops and tells to ehr hat she cn met ako...later she sadly agress to her request after seeing who hurt she was so they telported before akko culd notice it and aks where she went then the next day dian wanders the fores thing whta happened losin i her thouhts she hears soemoen greeting ehr itw as akko she was hesttitant at first but go where she was and decide to spend the dya with her akko telling of chariot and her magic while daian say about her mother and elve magic and soemtimes they train wat hey learnt diana also said thats i dangerous for her to be utside since she is aelf akko asks why she is spending time with her diana says becaus eh trust her she beives tha she is not harm that she can be friends with r akko is grateful for it so they spend thei time toether in far parts fo the forests during the afternoon until night they spend their togethr during years diana become a great elven mage astrolonger an akko a great warrio captain when they became teenager thanks by akko dian could be better an dhandle her mothe rdepature btter akko became open minded of magic and people and became great friends with diana bu their together shortendian became the actual queen of her pple and akko begins traing hand to hand combat with chariot once akko decde to amke guild sh tells to dian and she says thats a stupid idea akko get angry of it but diana tells her why the hel does she need the shiny rod if she by herslef can make great things to happen akko wa sblushing by dian saying suh silly thing but she says that shee need the shny rod if she wnats to get rid of the demon onc eand for all and that cna also make mircales dina sti thinking be stup thing but anyway supports akko akkow as happy to hear that that ask dian to join her gud dian says that i she could do it she would joint it but she cnat due of her repsonsibilieties and that she must return to the kingdom imeedtaly but before that diana wnat to ask something to akko but she wnated to say it in the night and akko confused she agrees so she oes going to another near own with her good lucky self while dian sees while smilng from afar her dumb friend during the night dian with a fancy dress waits for kko for a loooong while she gets worr thinking that akko was not interetsed in their conversation until one of eh rguardinas tell her that akko was in the near hot sring relaxings after sufferin lots oof damage dina use telpeortation magic where she i with exreme worry oh knowng wat happend to akko she explains she tries to recruit memeber sfor her guild in a bar wth the most dangerous ruthless people ver known diann samks her at ther head ansd tells her not to do somehtng foolish like taht ever gain akko says she promises (while crossing her fingrs) and dian lets her rest but herr woorry grow stronge revry inch away form akko so she decides to train in combat steat archery and difffenet kindof self defense to help he rand dres sherself like a ninja (you know like zelda and sheik)sowhen she finsh he rtraining she will help akko while using another identfy to hlp eh rgather the shiny rod by 2 reasons 1.to help akko of dying 2. to discver the secets o the shiny rod nd becam e the scond meber of the guild oh and asks her assitnts hannah and barabra to comand the elven ingdom while she is away
amanda and her mercenary gang:ok here we go remeber in the other au thta conz works with croix to help he rthis time is backwards she wnat to destroy her you see this time the whole grren team wher echildhood frinds sine the noir demon left them the 3 of them withouth parents conz was scard nd jams was traumatized and amanda became their leader ate early yers she save both conz and jams form the demon attacks and she promise to them no matte rwhat happens he woun abbandon tem and will make the one responsible to pay for what she have done so the trhee od them gos to adventure togenther jamnska is a berser axe wileder conz is creatonist hammer wileder and manada an rogue with doule blade together they create a fearsome tro that goes to dangerus adventure earn lots of gold and got to amainzg adventures they were relaxing on a bar thinking what to do next until a idiotic girl ask he rif they join wither on he rguild
species: oh yeah croix is hald wood creature tecnology hybried jams is part giant conz is a tecno magician dwarfe and manda is fae (fairy that likes to make michieves)
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