#(^fighting for its life to avoid appearing in search results sorry for all the weird phrasings with names LMAO)

[daz4i]

every time hoyo releases a canon silly groupchat interaction i gain 50hp. they mean so much to me

[coriesocks]

The mystery of the missing knitwear

Here’s a little thing I wrote for @scorbusdefensesquad‘s scorbus drabble challenge. 

Thank you to @littlerose13writes for the beta!

Prompt: Stolen Weasley Jumper

Author: Ruarcher (me!) Wordcount: ~3k Rated: Teen Content: Fluff, light angst, getting together Read on Ao3 HERE

Albus watched from a safe distance as Scorpius tossed every item of clothing out of his wardrobe and then methodically picked each thing up again, shaking it out, then fitting it carefully over a hanger before slotting it back in place. It was the second time he'd been through this process, so they both knew what he was looking for wasn't there, but Scorpius was nothing if not thorough.

"I can't find it, I can't find it!" Scorpius muttered, a frantic edge to his voice.

Albus sighed and pushed up from the bed. "Don't stress about it, Scorp. It's not a big deal," he said in what was hopefully a nice, reassuring tone.

Although clearly not reassuring enough.

"Not a big deal!?” Scorpius shrieked. “Albus! I need it! Whatever will she think of me if I turn up without it?"

"Honestly? She'll probably not even notice. I won't be wearing mine."

"Yes, but you're family--you get a free pass! And anyway, she sees you all the time. This is only my second time visiting and if I don't turn up wearing the gift she lovingly handmade especially for me, then she'll think I've rejected it! And thus, rejected her!"

"I really don't think--"

Scorpius turned to his chest of drawers, frantically emptying each one out onto his bed and then folding and putting items back one at a time. Albus swallowed thickly and looked away. He knew Scorpius wouldn't find what he was looking for no matter how hard he searched. And the reason he knew this was because the knitwear in question--Scorpius’ apparently beloved Weasley jumper--was currently stuffed in the bottom of his trunk.

He hadn't meant to keep hold of it; he'd just sort of … borrowed it over Easter because Scorp was going away with his dad and wouldn’t be around, and Albus had just wanted something Scorpius-y with him at home so he wouldn’t feel too lonely… But then James had found it under Albus’ pillow and threatened to tell everyone, and in the resultant struggle, one sleeve had ripped clean off. He’d planned to fix it and return it, but he hadn’t been able to master the darning charm he’d found in the dusty copy of Handy Homekeeping Spells for the House-Proud Witch his dad had, and he couldn’t ask anyone else for help without raising questions about why he’d smuggled Scorpius’ jumper home in the first place.

So, he’d returned to school with the ripped jumper, and every intention of learning the charm so he could fix it, but Scorpius was always around so he hadn’t yet got the chance. He honestly thought he’d have more time to return it. How was he supposed to know his gran would randomly invite Scorpius for dinner over half term. And anyway, it was practically Summer--who wore a thick, knitted jumper in the summer?

"Why don't you just tell her it's in the wash or something?" Albus offered after Scorpius threw himself down on the bed with a mournful wail.

"I can't do that! It would be dishonest! If she found out I lied, it would be worse than the snub of not wearing it at all. I've looked everywhere. There's only one other explanation-- it's been stolen!"

Oh, bloody fuck. Albus cringed. He knew that tone of voice. Nothing good ever happened when Scorpius used that tone of voice. But there was still a small chance he could distract Scorpius before things went too far. "It has to be somewhere…" he tried feebly.

"Where, though? I've looked everywhere! There's a thief amongst us, Albus. I'm sure of it. Jumpers don't just get up and relocate themselves. Well, unless they've been charmed, but that would be a whole other crime entirely, and if someone has been charming my clothes to wander off around the castle, then McGonagall will be receiving a strongly worded letter from my father!"

"Scorp, please. Gran really won’t care if you don’t wear it. Maybe someone accidentally tidied it away somewhere?” He shrugged and picked up an old quill from his desk, dragging it through his fingers and smoothing down the barbs that had separated. “It’ll turn up later, I’m sure.” If you ever give me five minutes alone to learn the right charm, he tacked on silently.

Scorpius huffed and plucked the quill from Albus’ hand, setting it neatly back down on the desk. "I’ve never once seen anyone in our dorm tidy away anything, and the House Elves have never once mixed up any of our laundry in the six years we’ve been here, so it’s obvious someone has swiped it, and I’ll not rest until it’s found.” He smacked his hand on the desk. “It’s a matter of pride, Albus! Come on,” he urged, grabbing Albus by the wrist, “our roommates will still be in the common room. We can ask them if they've stolen it."

Merlin’s saggy tits. “‘Cause that’s gonna go down so well,” Albus muttered under his breath.

He continued to protest as Scorpius manhandled him out of their room, but his heart wasn’t fully in it. He was torn (much like the ‘missing’ jumper lying scrunched up at the bottom of his trunk) because he wanted to stop Scorpius from humiliating himself and potentially souring the already strained relationship they had with their roommates, but at the same time, he couldn’t put up too much of a fight without looking guilty.

The common room appeared to fall silent as they walked over to where their roommates were sat. Albus felt like everyone’s eyes were on them; the assumed scrutiny like a swarm of spiders crawling up and down his spine. Jacob, Malcolm, and Rafe stopped their conversation and watched them expectantly but Albus couldn’t meet their gaze; instead, he stared at the corner of the small, ornate side table and prayed for a swift end to his suffering.

Guilt churned in his gut. He wished he could think of a way out that didn’t end in embarrassment or… or death, because surely he would die if Scorpius found out he fell asleep hugging his jumper. But even if he did manage to fix the jumper, it was too late to slip it into Scorpius' possessions now. He'd missed his chance. He supposed he could stuff it under one of their roommates' beds, maybe Malcolm's since he's a bit of a dick, but framing someone else for theft and destruction of property was probably a shitty thing to do.

He squirmed as Scorpius explained the jumper situation and then quizzed their roommates about its whereabouts, their whereabouts, their movements since Christmas… and a multitude of other things that were important for reasons only Scorpius knew. He didn’t call them thieves outright, but it was clearly implied by his tone and careful phrasing. To Albus’ great relief, though, they suffered the interrogation without complaint and then returned to the conversation they’d been in the midst of before being interrupted.

Clearly, six years of sharing a room with him and Scorpius had made them immune to some of their… eccentricities.

“Do you know, I don’t think they were taking me seriously,” Scorpius mused, tapping a finger against his lip.

Albus rolled his eyes. "So, you’re done now, yeah?” He took a couple of steps towards the entrance to the boys’ dorms but faltered when Scorpius didn’t follow. “Scorp? We've got a stack of manga to read and you said you wanted to practice that translation charm.”

"Just a minute Al, I need to get to the bottom of this. If our roommates had nothing to do with it, then maybe it was someone else in our house."

"You're not really going to ask everyone in Slytherin if they've seen your jumper, are you?" Would this nightmare ever be over? Why did Scorpius have to obsess over everything?

"Not individually, no."

"What does-- Oh, bloody hell." Albus paled as Scorpius climbed on top of one of the tables at the edge of the common room. A couple of younger students who'd been trying to work tutted and hastily moved their parchment and ink pots out of harm’s way. “Scorpius!” he hissed through gritted teeth, stepping up to the table and tugging on Scorpius’ robe to get his attention. “Get down! People are staring.”

“Let them stare, Albus,” Scorpius said. “Let them stare!” He managed to project his voice enough that the few people who weren’t yet staring at the weird kid on the table, now turned their heads to see what the fuss was about.

Albus thought his face would melt clean off his skull with how hot it felt. He’d be known as Albus the Faceless and his ghost would haunt the Slytherin dungeons forever more, a constant reminder to students of the ultimate price someone had paid for utter mortification.

“Fellow students,” Scorpius proclaimed, and if anyone had been unclear about his pure-blood heritage, there’d be no doubt now. The way he held himself spoke of years of elocution lessons; public speaking a fact of life and a skill to be honed, rather than something to be avoided at all costs. “I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I have to inform you that there has been a theft!” He paused, scanning the room, and Albus wanted nothing more than to drop to the floor and crawl back to his dorm, or into the corridor, or literally anywhere else. He’d willingly have opened one of the dungeon windows to escape into the lake at that point. Merlin. Why did Scorpius have to be so… so extra? Why couldn’t he just accept that he’d misplaced the jumper, and then move on with his life, allowing Albus the opportunity to fix it and sneak it back into his wardrobe once an appropriate amount of time had passed?

But…

But he couldn’t let Scorpius embarrass himself in front of their entire house. They’d not been the social pariahs they once were for a while now--not since before the…the debacle in fourth year, but they were still only just clinging to acceptance by the very tips of their fingers. He couldn’t let Scorpius make a laughing stock of himself when people were finally starting to respect him and see him as the brilliant, kind, funny, and amazing person he was.

He was the best person Albus knew--his favourite person in the entire world--he had to stop this.

“Scorpius!” he hissed, more urgently this time. “Scorpius!”

Scorpius crouched down but didn’t get off the table. “What?”

He swallowed. It was now or never. He was the only person who could save Scorpius from social suicide. “Just get down here,” he urged through clenched teeth. “I need to talk to you.”

“Can’t it wait?”

“No!”

“Well, just give me five minutes. I have to--”

“I took your jumper!” Albus shouted, slapping a hand over his mouth as soon as the words left his lips.

Scorpius slowly clambered off the table without taking his eyes from Albus. “...what?”

Albus looked around at the room. There were still a few curious eyes turned in their direction, but most people had seemingly already lost interest in Scorpius’ little scene. Albus knew they’d be paying full attention the second anything gossip-worthy happened though, and he didn't intend to give them anything extra to look at.

“Can we go upstairs? Please?” he urged, pitching his voice low to avoid unwanted eavesdroppers.

Scorpius looked at him consideringly for a few moments and Albus could tell he was weighing up the likelihood of getting a confession out of Albus once they were alone. They were both aware of how much he liked to deflect and avoid when conversations were tricky. Eventually, though, he huffed out a breath through his nose and rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he said, and wrapped his slender fingers around Albus’ wrist, dragging him down the corridor to their room.

* * *

Scorpius didn't even give Albus the chance to close the door before rounding on him. “Why did you take it?”

Albus ducked his head to avoid Scorpius’ eyes. He didn’t want to see the horror, the disgust, reflected back at him when he admitted the truth. Would Scorpius ever talk to him again?

"Albus,” Scorpius prompted, his voice softer now. “Why won't you talk to me? What's going on? You watched me pull all my clothes from the wardrobe! You let me accuse our roommates of thievery!" His face blanched. "Albus.. I… I'm going to be a laughing stock!"

"I'm sorry, Scorp, really I am. I… I…” The words caught in his throat. Was there any good way to say ‘I stole your jumper so I could smell you while you were gone because you’re my whole world but I’m not ready to admit it yet’?

"Please, just tell me. Did I do something to upset you?"

"No! Gods, no." Albus took a breath, dragged a sweaty hand through his hair. There was no more putting it off. He could feel Scorpius' eyes boring into the top of his head but he couldn't lift his own to meet his gaze. He didn't want to see the moment Scorpius lost respect for him. “I took your jumper because I wanted something of yours to keep with me over Easter break.”

“Something of mine to keep? Why?”

“BecauseIlikeyouandIwantedsomethingthatsmelledlikeyou.”

“Because…” Scorpius’ eyes narrowed and flicked to the side while he deciphered Albus’ mumbled confession. But then his eyes widened. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” Albus sat down heavily on his bed and pressed his face into his palms. Any second now, Scorpius would stutter out an apology, an explanation as to why he thought they should no longer be friends, and Albus would do his best to hide his feelings as his heart shattered into a thousand pieces.

But there was nothing. Nothing but the everpresent gurgle of water, the muffled conversations of other students in the common room, the soft scuff scuff of Scorpius’ slippers on the flagstones.

Then the bed dipped beside him and he looked around to see Scorpius sitting only centimetres away, studying him, a tremulous smile on his lips.

Albus’ heart leapt into his throat. It certainly didn’t look like a rejection was coming, but he’d been wrong about this sort of thing before...

“I like you too, Albus,” Scorpius said, reaching out and taking hold of one of Albus’ hands.

He choked back a gasp. “Really?”

“Really.”

Scorpius reached out haltingly with his other hand, eyes brimming with uncertainty as they skated over Albus’ face. No doubt he was waiting for a flinch or a cry of horror, but Albus was frozen in place. Scorpius cupped his cheek with a damp, trembling palm. It should feel gross, but Albus leant into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut. A soft breath danced across his lips, and that was all the warning he got before Scorpius’ lips met his with the gentlest of pressure, no more than a mere brushing of skin against skin, but enough to set off fireworks inside Albus. He chased the kiss, desperate for more, and groaned as Scorpius met him again with equal ferocity. There was no hesitation any more.

* * *

“You know, if you wanted to borrow one of my jumpers to cuddle at night, you only had to ask,” Scorpius said, briefly tightening the arm that was currently wrapped around Albus’ chest.

“Yeah, well, it seems obvious now,” Albus replied, rolling his eyes. He could feel a blush staining his cheeks a deep red again, although it was such a constant state recently, he wasn’t sure his face would ever return to its normal colour.

“So… where is it, anyway?” Scorpius asked. “I’d still like to wear it to your gran’s--especially if we’re going as… boyfriends?” he added hopefully. He raised his head slightly from Albus’ shoulder, looking coyly up at him though blond lashes while toying with the corner of the blanket.

“Ah. Well… please don’t get mad but…” Albus reluctantly untangled himself from Scorpius and slid off the bed. He was fully aware of Scorpius’ gaze tracking his every movement as he rummaged in his trunk until he uncovered the cause of his shame and then tossed it unceremoniously at Scorpius’ head.

“It’s…” Scorpius held up the two raggedy pieces of the jumper and looked between them and Albus in growing confusion. “Oh my gosh, what happened?”

Albus sighed and sat on the bed with his back to his boyfriend. “James found it under my pillow and was going to tell Dad and Lil and everyone, so I had to get it off him, you know? But when I tried to grab it from him, it kind of… pulled apart. I… I wanted to fix it before I returned it, but I can’t make the stupid darning charm work.”

“Oh.” Scorpius dropped the jumper into his lap and frowned. “Nevermind,” he said, his expression clearing and a broad smile spreading across his face. “I’ll just have to wear one of yours.”

“Yeah?” The word came out barely louder than a whisper. The idea alone of Scorpius in his clothes sent bright sparks of lust dancing down his spine.

“Yes, it’ll be rather fitting, don’t you think. It might save us from making any sappy announcements. Let people make their own assumptions.”

Albus snorted out a laugh and launched himself at Scorpius, pinning him to the bed. “You’re brilliant, you know that, right?” He closed the distance between them, claiming Scorpius' lips with an ardent kiss.

Lunch at his Gran’s was looking like it would be much more interesting than usual.

[moquall]

Dissidia Final Fantasy : SECRETUM～秘密～ (Part 2 / 2)

Please read Part 1 first before you read this.

P.S : This part will cover Act 4 till Epilogue also my thoughts for this live reading so it will be longer. For those who have read Part 1 i accidentally delete, please read my new Part 1 because i add Act 3 there. just click “dissidia secretum” tag in my blog. (inserting an url here sometimes will hide this post from search result ==“) and sorry it took so long to post this.

Summary from part 1 :

Under Materia’s order, Cloud, Squall and Tidus went to investigate a mysterious light that fell into dissidia world but what they found is a man with no memories. Together with this man, they continue their journey but it turned out to be something unexpected. 

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ACT 4

Cloud and Sephiroth are in the Floating Continent, surrounded by a thick fog. He keep attacking Sephiroth to buy him some time because Sephiroth will chase Squall and John if he isn’t willing to fight

Cloud : He is not our enemy ! Sephiroth : You were deceived. (Sephiroth keep attacking Cloud) I won’t let you escape. Cloud : That’s my line ! Don’t think you can catch me easily ! Sephiroth : Alright. Nothing change if we move place.

Cloud escaped into Cornelia Plains and hide on the tree like John did before. He is surprised Sephiroth didn’t realize at all but just when Cloud attack him, Sephiroth dodge it.

Cloud : What’s your purpose ? Why are you after John ? Sephiroth : Didn’t you heard it from the goddess ? That man is hiding a powerful resources. Cloud : John is hiding it ? Sephiroth : You sure don’t know anything, huh ? That train crashed here because it’s after the man’s power. Just like me. Cloud : Then it’s obvious. Whoever John is, I will not hand him over to you Sephiroth : Oh.. Cloud : We are a team ! It’s time ! finish him !

"The wind suddenly blew and it was a coincidence. But Sephiroth responded to my instruction as i was determined because i have a friend."

Sephiroth : You insolent ! Cloud : I am not alone afterall. You’re the one who proved it ! Sephiroth : Foolish ! Cloud : Let’s go ! Sephiroth !!

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ACT 5

Meanwhile, Tidus is inside Phantom Train. He is surprised it’s different then the one he knew (The Sending) and it makes him trembling. He tried to call “the old man he know” and something that looked like a pyreflies transform into the man with sunglasses and appear in front of him. Tidus asked Auron if he board this train but answered he heard that the phantom train derailed and he saw Tidus when he tried to send his thoughts. (Okay i don't know the right translation for this one. I'll explain later)

seriously, didn’t expect to see Auron as ‘cameo’ in this live reading and Ishikawa-san wear sunglasses  *badass*

Tidus think Phantom Train carries the dead like The Sending in Spira. Auron asked him to persuade the souls for not leaving the train because the souls boarded this train is in unstable state. If they held a grudge and leave the train , they will turns into a monster. Why the souls wanted to leave the train so badly because normally, the dead boarded the phantom train must accept their death but this time, one of the souls escaped carrying a the treasure that will revive the dead and the souls think if they have it, they will be revived.

Tidus realized John is probably the one Auron mentioned since he lost his memories and is looking for summon but doesn’t know if John really has the treasure. Auron added no one knows if the treasure is really exist and even if they have it, doesn’t mean it will grant their wish to be revived. The commotion is getting worse so Auron told him they can’t ignored this.

Tidus : If they wait here, The Phantom Train will depart, right ? Auron : Right. but it’ll take some time. Tidus : Okay. I’ll do it. Auron : Speak as you like. They hear your voice. I’ll stop them if someone trying to talk with you. Tidus : O...Okay.

“Listen to me ! Please don’t be panic ! We don’t know if the treasure is really exist or not but if you force yourself searching for it, turn into a monster and start rampaging, It means the end for you. Maybe it’s fine if you turn into monster only in this world but what will happen to you if you return to your own world as it is ? It sounds selfish if you said it’s better if you leave yourself here but you want your living family and friends to do whatever they want and keep smiling but because of your fault, it’ll hurt them more. Leave the one who escaped this train to me . Everyone.. Let’s finish your story for once ! I don’t know anything about the Phantom Train but there was a similar ritual like this in the world I knew. I am a little scared but I think it’s important. If they end it, I don’t know when but I’m sure someday you’ll meet them again in the real world . I’ll prove it to you soon so just wait and see !"

After his speech, Auron gave an applause and praise him for his wonderful speech. Tidus decided to go back to his friend and bring John here before he turn into monster while Auron stayed at the train to make sure nothing bad happened. Tidus ran and leave the train while seeing him off, Auron laughed “I got a great story to share.“

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ACT 6

It started with John’s monologue

“All of sudden, the voices of lament resounded in my head. it was painful and feels like my head is going to explode. But that voices were a part of my memories. A long time ago, I couldn’t protect the woman I love. She lost her memories due to an accident and I was rejected because I made her parents sad. But a year after I left, the village was attacked by enemy country and killed her. It seems she regain her memories and call my name before she died. I don’t care what people say but I shouldn’t leave her that time. I want to meet and talk with her once again. With that determination, I keep continue searching for a legendary treasure that will bring the dead back to life. The treasure was hidden in a cave which is under enemy country’s control. I keep walking through trackless path, avoid myself from the monster, I don’t know how many times I was about to die. I clunged into the rock that seemed to collapse and climb it. At last.. I finally found a glowing stone. That’s right, It’s not over ! I found what I’m looking for. And now, It’s time to wake up from this weird dream !”

Meanwhile, after running away from Sephiroth, Squall is walking while carrying unconscious John on his back. It reminds him with “that time”

“I’m tired. He is heavy.. It’s just like that time. I carried her and walking, keep walking, worried.

Rinoa, Wait for me..”

Squall didn’t realize John is awake until he heard his laugh.

John : hehehe.. Squall : HAH ?! John : Hehe.. Sorry for letting you carry an unpretty guy, Squall. Squall : When did you wake up ? John : Who knows～. Joking aside, Sorry for troubling you. I’m Okay. (John get off from Squall) Squall : ...Let’s go back. John : Yeah..

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ACT 7

Cloud : Ukh.. It’s not over Sephiroth : It’s enough.. Cloud : What ? Sephiroth : The treasure has arrived.. (John and Squall return to aid Cloud) John : Sorry to kept you waiting ! Cloud : John ! Squall ! Squall : I’ll back you up ! John : Me too ! Cloud : No, you can’t, John !! John : Eh ? Woahh !! (Sephiroth attack John) Sephiroth : Useless effort... Squall : Do not underestimate us !! Cloud : John, step back ! John : So you wanted the legendary treasure, huh ? Sephiroth : Oh.. John : I see.. Sephiroth : Give it to me.  (Squall and Cloud keep attacking Sephiroth) That’s too bad. Tidus : TAKE THIS ! (Tidus attacked Sephiroth but he dodge it) I made it !! John, you have the treasure, right ? John : Maybe yes ? Tidus : Are you sure ? You sure you have it ?  Woaahh !! (Sephiroth suddenly attack Tidus)   Squall : Stay focus !!! John : Okay. Leave the rest to me. Cloud : What’s happened with you ? John : All i must do is give this man the treasure, right ? Tidus : John.. John : Come on, niisan. Sephiroth : It’s over.. Tidus : Watch out ! John : FLAME OF REBIRTH, PHOENIX !!

John summoned the immortal bird, Phoenix. The summonstone on John’s chest shined brightly and Sephiroth saw the summonstone was damaged, and left the scene, completely gave up the summon. And Tidus's monologue start.

"The Summon, Phoenix's summonstone. It was the treasure's true form. The fire bird flying while scattering its warm light. It's the first time i saw this but i feel relieved. Phoenix flew toward the Phantom Train and the train, now bathed in flames and sparkling, flew to the sky while carrying a lot of souls. for them to be reincarnate someday”

Cloud asked when did John found the summonstone and John answered he had the stone but completely forgot about it which prove he regained his memories. Tidus realize John should board the train before he turn into monster but since the phoenix save him, he was revived. They see the summonstone filled with cracks. Squall assumed they can’t use it and Tidus thought Materia will complain. Cloud suggest to report and tell Materia the truth and the four returned to Materia’s tower.

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ACT 8 (EPILOGUE)

John : Thank you, I owe you a lot. Squall : Yeah, you caused a lot of trouble. John : (chuckle) What a cocky. Cloud : Thanks for your help. It will be tough if you didn’t summon Phoenix. John : No problem. But I will be dead for sure, if you didn’t help me that time. Tidus : Well.. It’s fun going on a journey with you, John. John : Yup ! Well, see y- Squall : Wait ! At least tell us your name. John : Haha.. Sorry. I got used with the name “John” so I think it’s okay if you keep call me with that name. Tidus : Right ? Since you got your memories back, we haven’t heard your real name. By the way, you are a thief, aren’t you ? John : T-H-I-E-F ? call me Treasure Hunter” . My name is Locke. LOCKE COLE !

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there are something I haven’t mentioned yet and I think it’s important.

In case, you missed. The gods didn’t summon Locke. He escaped the Phantom Train while the train was in the rift and he fell to World B. Since he is in this train, I think he died after he got the magicite in Phoenix Cave and before reunite with others in FFVI. Phoenix revived him but i dont know why he lost his memories. Squall, Tidus and Cloud found him. That’s where Locke’s journey in dissidia NT started.

Kujiraoka said on June 2018’s livestream that Secretum happened after the last battle.

It was mentioned on the script which is included in premium edition also famitsu interview with Kujiraoka, that the man in black cloak is actually SEPHIROTH’S CLONE. Kinda makes sense since I wondered how did Sephiroth ended up in Phantom Train. Also the tone Morikawa-san use when he act as Sephiroth's copy is different than the usual Sephiroth.

There is a small chance Phoenix appear as summon in NT since the summonstone filled with cracks. This is also Kujiraoka’s answer from the interview.

IMO I don’t think Auron will come to NT which is SaaaaaaD because first, he was in the phantom train and the train leave World B after that. Second, Auron has same Japanese VA with Squall (also Cait Sith from VII and Qator from Type-0) so even if he comes to NT, maybe not in next season pass. (if the datamine "leak" is true). Not sure about that though.

And some things I don’t really understand :

How Sephiroth know about Phoenix, and what Sephiroth is going to do with it.(At first i thought just like Materia with the weather trio, he knew it from Spiritus but i doubt it since most of Spiritus's warriors are like "i don't care with this war. I have my own ambition.")

It’s about Sephiroth’s copy. Why his copy is in the Phantom Train ? Did Sephiroth control it ? or what ?

Okay actually I don’t really understand how Auron ended  up in Phantom Train. Here is the dialogue.

Tidus : アンタも、この列車に乗ってたのか？(You board this train too ?) Auron : いや、魔列車が脱線したと聞いてな、厄介事かと思念を飛ばしたら、お前の姿が見えたということだ。(No, I heard the Phantom Train derailed. I thought something bad happened and I saw you when i tried to send my thoughts. Tidus : 魔列車ね…(Phantom Train, huh…)

According to my Japanese friend, 思念を飛ばす is something like telepathy. Like, communicating with someone but we only hear their voice and we can't see their real form. The sfx when Auron greet Tidus sounds like he is transforming from pyreflies to his physical form. I understand this idiom but doesn't know how to translate this one to English. anyone here have an idea for the right translation ?

Also for Squall’s “Whatever” , He is actually said 「別に/Betsu ni」. It’s one of his catchphrase along with 「悪かったな../Warukatta na」in the Japanese version of FFVIII. Even though the translation of “Betsu ni” doesn’t always mean “Whatever” in English, I decided to translated it all to “Whatever”.

-------------------THOUGHTS-------------------

In this live reading, I got to see a different side from the characters. I was surprised to see Squall yelled “Johhhhnnnnnnnn!!!” when Locke asked him for nickname also being such a “jerk” to protect his friend. Cloud stopped the quarrel between Squall and Tidus also Squall and Locke is something I never see before. Even though we all know Cloud and Squall are both the 'silent' type, Squall interact a lot with Tidus and Locke but Cloud is the calm, helpful also “the neutral one” in this live reading and he care and trust his friend. Maybe people will think it’s kind of OOC and tbh that's what I thought at first but I think it as “different or new side” we didn’t get to see after the ending of their game.

I personally love seeing how they interact with each other, especially the four and it kinda remind me a little with Braska (Cloud), Auron (Squall) and Jecht (Tidus and Locke). I don’t say they have same personality, It’s just their interaction and role here reminds me with ossan trio from FFX.

But I'm dissapointed because Cloud, doesn't interact much like Squall and Tidus. His spotlight is during his battle with Sephiroth even though I have had enough seeing this two fight ==" . (sorry to FFVII fans especially Cloud or Sephiroth’s fans :p ). And even though secretum story is about Locke, Auron came as 'guest' was a big surprise. Kudos for Ishikawa-san to play as two character at the same time.

Didn't expect it's too long. Good story with favorite casts, favorite seiyuu, some things that will bring your memories back to series related and what i love is they used the original tracks for the BGM in most of the scene like Vivi's theme during Tidus and Locke's scene in Alexandria, Blue Fields during Squall's monologue, Forever Rachel during Locke's monologue in Act 6, etc. The aftertalk is full of laugh. The casts teased Producer Hazama (who was the host for this event) a lot. Nomura also came and as usual, as the voice from heaven (XD). They even talk a bit about Kingdom Hearts.

I’m glad to see Locke, Rinoa and Yuna scene in Dissidia NT have some reference to secretum, at least in the Japanese version. 

It’s the first Final Fantasy live reading and I hope they hold another in the future. Even Ishikawa-san wished Square Enix will hold another dissidia live reading but with all casts and PLEASE COUNT ME IN FOR FULL CASTS OF DISSIDIA LIVE READING.

Let me know your thoughts about this live reading.

[marvellovegalore]

Nothing.

T’Challa Udaku.

Requested: No

synopsis: t’challa has dinner with his girlfriend and he has something important to say

Note: the music would be advised for this imagine. what i listened to whilst writing this: il cielo in una stanza (italian), kissing you

Author’s Note: i’m sorry i was gone for so long x

The doorbell rings two times and startles her, she almost drops the plates in her hands. She fumbles with the fine china, she takes a deep breath and places the plates on the table she set for her and her boyfriend. 

She takes a deep breath and checks that everything is set correctly in her dining room, a nervous hand reaches into her hair, fidgeting with it anxiously.

The doorbell sounds again in the quiet apartment. She turns to the door, biting her lip. She clicks the play button for her speaker in the corner and walks briskly to the door. Her shaking hand pauses on the door handle, her teeth still embedded in her glossy bottom lip. She takes one last deep breath and checks her appearance fleetingly in the mirror. 

Seeing nothing abnormal, she lowers the door handle and pulls the door open. 

The oxygen basically flies out of her lungs when her eyes settle on her lover. 

She swoons when he gives the most enchanting smile she’s seen this whole week. “T’Challa,” she breathes, her eyes sparkling like those of a lovesick schoolgirl. Her hand falls from the door handle and quickly finds itself on her lover’s shoulder.

T’Challa looks at her with an easy smile. The sparkle of his teeth reflecting in her irises. His arms embrace her waist, his fingertips dancing shyly against the silk of her dress. “y/n.” He says evenly.

She smiles and lets out a content breath through her nose. “I’ve missed you.” She whispers.

He brings his face closer onto hers, his nose touching hers and his lips poised to kiss hers, he breathes in her scent. His eyes closed as his hands grasp her hips tightly and he kisses her firmly.

She pulls away from his kiss, suddenly aware of the glaring attention being given to their kiss.

Behind T’Challa stand the Dora Milaje, posture stiff and eyes set forward and jaws tensed. T’Challa seems to remember the presence of his two guards. He signals for them to leave and with a quiet sigh brings his focus back to his girlfriend.

She pulls him back into her dimly lit apartment. “How come to came up with them today?” She questions as she locks the door and turns to T’Challa, whose eyes are seemingly staring into the void. 

She clears her throat and moves closer to him; her hands land on the lapels of his jacket. “T’Challa?” She says sweetly, breaking him out of his reverie.

The easy smile he always gives her comes back from wherever it had just gone. He grabs her hand, “Sorry, my dear, what did you say?”

She bites her lip, shaking her head, “Nothing.” She shakes her head again, trying to also shake off the sudden weirdness of her boyfriend. “Nothing.” She leads him to the dining table. “I’m just glad you’re back in town. I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.” She chuckles.

He laughs, a calloused, yet soft hand coming onto her shoulder, “Never, y/n.” He shakes his head, a sigh leaving his lips. “Never, my love.” A pained expression etching onto his skin.

She plants a generous kiss on his lips. “I spent two days running around trying to find the ingredients,” she guides him to his preferred chair at the dining table, facing the floor to ceiling windows, (‘to see the dangers coming, my love.’), “to make this Wakandan dish, babe.” T’Challa’s eyes widen with surprise.

“Wakandan?” He asks puzzled and curious. His hands shifting on the legs of his linen trousers.

She nods her head and bends down to the oven in her kitchen. “Yeah, I spent a week googling and trying to remember the stuff you told me about Wakanda’s cuisine.” She brings forward some dishes, batting away T’Challa’s attempts to help her bring the food. 

Although she speaks of her search as if it went unsuccessfully and looks at T’Challa with pleading eyes to overlook any possible horrible taste, he bats it away and tucks in without second thought into the dish prepared by his girlfriend.

The aroma coming from the food gives him a surge of nostalgia, during the times when he and his mother used to dine together alone when he was feeling down.

The flavours that hit his tongue almost make him pass out from sheer pleasure. His tongue almost melts and his cheeks almost explode with the overwhelming love they receive from the food.

She watches his eyes roll back and his fork go back into the food on his plate. She attempts to hold back the smile that smears itself on her lips. “How is it baby?”

He coughs out of a pleasant stupor. He inhales deeply, “I - I’m,” he grasps her hand over the table, “it is absolute perfection. Paradise on a plate.” His teeth sink into his lip. “Are you trying to keep me here in this country forever, woman?” He points at her with a mockingly serious expression.

She smirks deviously, “Maybe I am. What’s wrong with that?” She asks cheekily. She begins eating her own food.

T’Challa watches her for a little while longer. His eyes wandering aimlessly over her effortlessly wonderful visage. 

“But might I inform you, that this is in fact the food of those of the border-“ he cuts himself off and shakes his head.

“Of what?” She wipes her mouth with her napkin quickly and gives him her attention. 

T’Challa bows his head and smiles easily at her, “Nevermind, my dear. It is not relevant.” He stuffs food into his mouth, hoping she’ll leave the subject that slipped from his tongue.

“Those of the border? What I researched, which barely gave me any results, told me that this was the nationwide favourite dish. That those of all social classes enjoy it.” She shrugs her shoulders, but a pensive look takes over her face.

T’Challa shakes his head, swallowing his food. “Leave it, my love.” His voice is strained. She shrugs and goes back to eating.

The conversation is light as they proceed through their meal, T’Challa declines dessert and watches y/n tuck into her concoction inspired by the videos she watches on the internet. Wine flows through the both of them - but more so through y/n.

With little left to eat on the serving dishes, T’Challa stands to put away all the dishes on the table and sits back down.

He eyes y/n. A vision that even a blind man could not deny is beautiful. A woman whose poise is so uncharacteristic that T’Challa is still rendered speechless from her grace and articulation. He wouldn’t give her up for anything.

“Beloved, will you give me the pleasure of this dance?” T’Challa stands and struts slowly over to her chair.

She nods quickly and puts her hand into T’Challa’s, he holds her fingers tightly as he leads her to the middle of the room. y/n’s eyes close slowly as they embrace slowly and tightly in the middle of the room. 

They move in sync as the soft notes of the song y/n wishes will be their wedding song billows suavely into the room. They sway so softly one could mistake the carpet under their feet to be a cloud.

y/n’s head bows onto T’Challa’s shoulder.

He tenses suddenly. His muscles suddenly contracting and almost making him lose his footing. His fingers stroke her hair, his fingertips memorising every lock of hair and the aroma of exotic fruits that emanates from her hair. A long instrumental that plays in the songs gives T’Challa the sign that the song is almost finishing. His hands bunch her dress on her hips, and his chest feels like it’s closing up. 

His airways feel like they are fighting for air.

She lifts her head and gives him a touching kiss. One that conveys the yearing she’s felt for him over the passed weeks. He responds to her languid and passionate message with the same energy, and he brings an unexpected fury to the kiss. 

They moan into each other’s mouth as he pushes her torso closer to his, craving an impossible closeness of etching her skin onto his and marking himself with her flesh. Her fingers tattoo symbols of love on the nape of his neck and she pulls his face closer to hers. Their lips become tangled and they lose themselves in each other. 

It’s as if there is nothing else out there and right where they are is where they are destined to be. T’Challa is destined to remain with her - living as one and carrying out his life side by side with her and losing himself in the ecstasy of just being apart of her life. y/n is to be left with him, solely with him, dedicating her soul to him and finally being able to keep him beside her and to share him with no one else.

T’Challa breaks up the kiss. 

A dreamy expression pools itself in the obsidian oceans of his eyes. A sickly saccharine smile takes its place on his lips. But only fleetingly.

“I can’t do this any more.”

The words pop the bubble of silenced moans and whines in which the couple were living in.

“Hm?” She raises her brow, hands tightening on his short curls.

“I can’t be with you.” He lets his face fall against the side of her face. She scrunches up her face in confusion. “I can’t be with you.” He whispers again. Desperate for her to hear, but he’s unsure if he is saying it to her, or trying to break it to himself.

They’re stuck in a humid and thick limbo. T’Challa lets no more words escape his lips and y/n fights silently with herself as she continues to hold onto him. “T’Challa?” She whispers.

“I can’t.” He cries out. Though no tears threaten to leave his eyes. 

She pulls away from him and realises he is serious. She desperately tries to pull him back, to go back into his embrace and forget what he has just said. To leave it as a sudden slip of the tongue and nothing important. 

But he steps away from her. And she feels her resolve bubbling and melting as if he had just thrown acid on her skin.

“For the people of Wakanda, I cannot be with you.” He forces the words out of himself. His eyes downcast and unblinking. The excruciating pain striking his veins is palpable. She shakes her head forcefully and moves to him. He stretches out his arms, keeping her away. He begins forming a barrier. “I cannot— I cannot,” he falters but rebuilds the little courage he had. “I can’t marry a foreigner, or just be with one. If I am to be the king—“

“Who said anything about marriage?” She steps closer to him, “Why can’t you—“

“Don’t interrupt me.” He cuts her sharply. His eyes remain glued to the floor. “If I am to be king, I must stand with a woman from my country, who understands my people, my family - who understands me.” He spits.

Tears cloud her vision, and her sight feels irreparable. “I do understand you. I can learn about your culture, no? Huh, T’Challa?” She sniffles and throws a hand to her forehead, a bitter confusion lacing her mind. “Why would you say that T’Challa?” She raises her voice, her heart breaking.

He huffs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “y/n... I must go. I must serve my country and family first. Not some outsider.” His words leave his mouth with rehearsed ease and flow around her living room and seemingly break every glass surface. 

Her heart clenches and her arteries rip apart. 

T’Challa grabs his jacket from the back of the chair he was sat on and hooks over his arm. He breathes heavily and refuses to look at her. She stares into the void, lost in a darkness so incomprehensible she almost stumbles to the ground in frustration. 

He stops at her door, his hands gripping the door handle so hard it almost melts. He wills down the bile in his throat and opens the door.

There’s no taking it back now.

He steps out into the cold and shuts her door behind him.

He wouldn’t give her up for anything. But he would have to, for family and country.

He steps away from her door, his hands shaking beside his thighs as he walks away from her.

And she listens without choice to his receding footsteps. Her body convulses and she feels her heart rising in her throat. The shattered pieces bleeding out from her mouth and making her cough. Tears explode from her eyes as she falls heavily to the floor. 

Alone. With only the whines of the speaker, a story of two lovers who exist only for each other in a room that exists only for them and a sky made only for them. Because there’s nothing more you would want more than a lover who exists just for you. 

She exists for nothing.