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ilguna · 1 year ago

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☼ long days (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; you weren't sure how the new members of the crew were going to fit in, until one of them saves you.

warnings; swearing, sunstroke.

wc; 4.7k

notes; fisherman au!

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“It looks like we’ve got a heatwave on our hands!” The Lead Peacekeeper shouts. He’s standing on a box to allow everyone to see him better. There’s a clipboard in one of his gloved hands, a pen in the other. “We were not approved to send everyone home, which means you all must work through it.”

The sun is barely rising, and it already feels like your skin has melted from your body and might slide off onto the ground any minute now. If it’s this bad, you don’t want to know what the temperature is going to be around peak times.

“We suggest you drink lots of water and take breaks frequently in the shade to avoid sunstroke. We will provide one case of water to each crew, ration it wisely to last you the day.” He continues. What he’s saying really is a joke. There’s no shade on your boats unless you go under the deck, and a case of water will only mean two bottles per person, if you’re lucky.

“Please, make yourself familiar with the following symptoms: high body temperature, red and hot skin with no sweat, rapid pulse, vomiting or nausea, and confusion as well as dizziness. If you do not feel well, then take a break. That is an order, not a suggestion.

“We can not afford to send out any rescue boats for those who may pass out today. In the case of your fellow crewmate fainting, move them to the shade, pour cold water along the face and neck, and provide cold water for them to drink. If they seem like they’re in no state to continue to work, then advise them to stay off shift for the rest of the day.”

He sighs. “We’re still aiming to hit the regular quota despite the heat.” He presses his lips together, showing you that he’s not happy with this decision, either. There are times when you hate his guts because he’s a hardass and he makes it impossible to force a smile. Then there’s days like today, where you’re able to tolerate him because he knows that you’re human, and not machines. “We will continue to run on larger crews and fewer boats.”

There are several hands that shoot into the air, waiting to ask a question. The best part about the Lead—his name’s Scout—is that he makes time in the morning to have meetings like this for everyone to air their concerns. He hears you, and most of the time he decides to fulfill the reasonable requests.

He tilts his head, pointing to someone in the crowd. They lower their hand, “If we run with larger crews, we run a higher risk of sunstroke because of the amount of bodies on the boat. We weren’t approved for smaller crews just for the time being?”

“I’ll admit, I wasn’t able to ask.” He shakes his head. “The Mayor didn’t allow me to appeal to him. We were informed we were coming upon a heatwave last week, and as you know, he made the decision to run on fewer boats temporarily just recently, because of budget cuts—”

A few people scoff, not bothering to hide their distaste, or the fact that they know the truth, just like everyone else does. The Mayor cut the boats from twenty to ten because he wants a bigger payout on his end. He doesn’t care that it forces the rest of you to suffer.

Honestly, you’d think that more people on a boat would be better because there’s more hands. The problem is that means that there’s more bodies. No matter how hard you try, people get in the way. And it's worse for your crew in particular because you guys are already one of the bigger groups, a bullet you chose to bite because you weren’t about to start an argument with the nineteen other boats that could afford to take on more people.

Despite this, Scout had chosen your crew to take on four more people, since you’re used to accommodating a large party. While the other nine get to take on two or three people. It’s unfair, but if you argue, then they could decide to pull you off permanently to ‘fix’ the problem.

Scout looks into the crowd, “It was my full intention to ask to reduce the amount of people on boats. He would not entertain my presence. Therefore, we will work under the order that was implemented earlier this week.”

A hand shoots in the air, and they begin speaking without being called on, “Don’t you have the authority to overrule his decisions for the sake of the majority?”

“I can’t.” He tells her, “That only concerns safety.”

“So you admit that it’s not a safety issue?” Someone else shouts.

One of the people in the front raise their hand. He points at them, “What happens when almost an entire crew passes out? Will we bring the boat back or are we going to be forced to continue working for the quota?”

Scout’s face twists, “Enough. I understand your frustration, even if you don’t think I do. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t have you out here in the first place. I’d send you home and have you come back when the weather’s returned to normal. To answer your question, I do believe it’s a safety issue, the Mayor wouldn’t agree with me, and that’s where the issue arises. And in the emergency of a whole crew passing out, I would hope that you’d come back to the dock and not continue to work yourselves.

“Any other questions, ladies and gentlemen?” He pauses, and when there are no hands, he nods. “We will run with the crews that we have had for the past couple of days. Let’s get everyone loaded and checked, I want boats leaving in thirty minutes!”

The crowd begins moving forward, heading in the direction of the docks. You don’t go with them right away, instead you head over to the stalls where the boat vendors like to sit. You know full well that your crew is going to go through the District-provided water in the span of a couple hours. You have a long day ahead of you.

Heath sits up from where he’s sitting at his stall. If there’s anyone that you rely on the most to help you, it’s him. “Hello miss (Y/n), what can I do for you today?”

“Water.” You say, reaching for your wallet, “How much for a case?”

He blinks, “You do realize that they provide that for you?”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, “Yes, and I’ve got ten other people working with me, that’s four more than normal.” You raise an eyebrow, “How long do you think a case of water’s going to last between the eleven of us?”

He sucks in air between his teeth, making a hissing sound, “I’ll sell you three for seven.”

“Bulk price.” You say, pulling out the cash, “How much more for a cooler and ice?”

He shakes his head, “I can’t provide a cooler, and ice won’t make it very long in the weather they’re predicting.”

“Who says no cooler?” You watch him, “Scout?”

He presses his lips together, nodding. “I’m sorry, (Y/n), but unless he appealed it, I can’t.”

You look behind you to see Scout, where he’s standing in a half-circle of people that must be asking him questions. It’s not too many people, it should be a quick conversation. When you turn to face Heath, you lean forward, “Will you hold onto the water?”

“Yes, of course.” He nods, and then turns around to stack three cases of water on top of one another. He writes ‘SOLD’ across the top one in bold, black marker.

“Thank you.” You begin to walk away. The moment you turn around, you can see that you weren’t the only one to think of this idea, there’s a line that’s formed behind you. It’ll be a matter of time before the water’s gone.

You join the circle of people that stand before Scout, but none of them are saying anything. He looks up from his clipboard briefly, “If any of you are here to demand a smaller crew, you can leave.”

A few people walk away, but not everyone. You wait for someone to say something, anything. When no one speaks, you clear your throat, catching his attention. “What can I do to get a cooler and ice on my boat?”

“Your boat?” He asks with raised eyebrows.

“The boat.” You correct. “If it’s as hot as they’re all saying, we do need cold water. We can’t do that without a cooler and ice. I was told that the cooler can’t go on boats.”

“It’s to prevent stealing.” He tells you, “People would catch fish with our equipment, and hide them in the coolers that were supposed to be used to keep their lunch cold. I made it a rule a few years back. It’s too much paperwork.”

“So what can I do?”

“Nothing.” He tells you, face screwing. “Who else has a question?”

You shake your head, refusing to let him move on to someone else, “If you made the rule, then that means you can sign off on exceptions.”

His eyes land on you, no longer tolerant, “You should get onto the boat now, miss.”

“Can I take full responsibility of any fish that get stolen?” You ask, not budging, “Please? I’m just trying to avoid any of us getting sick. Doesn’t that require paperwork, too?”

Scout narrows his eyes, clearly not happy with your persistence despite being threatened. It isn’t the first time either of you have had a conversation like this. It’s why you know you can push his limit without being suspended. You’re fairly certain that he even knows your name, but refusing to show any signs of acknowledgement.

He sighs, “What will the cooler be used for?”

“Four cases of water and a bag of ice to keep the water cold.” You say, “We will empty the cooler when it’s done being used, and I’ll show it to you personally when the shift’s over.”

“Fine.” He prepares the pen in his hand, “What boat are you assigned to?”

“Seven.”

He goes down the paper to find the boat, flipping the page over the top when he can’t find you. He reads for a moment, and then nods. “I see, you’re running with eleven people. That would make more sense.” He looks at you. “I’ll write it in the notes, inform the peacekeepers as you get onto the docks that I’ve given you special permission and to come see me. I expect to hear from you tonight.”

“Thank you, sir.” You smile, backing away.

You hurry back to Heath’s stall. He shifts his attention to you the moment you’re close enough, putting the next person in line on hold.

“Let me find you someone to help you carry them.”

You grin, “I got approved.”

“Really?” He smiles, too, “For everyone or just you?”

“Just me, Heath.”

“I’ll pack it up for you.” He turns around.

He’s careful with the way he loads the cooler, which is thankfully on wheels. He places all three cases of water inside, and two bags of ice. He doesn’t empty the bags inside, telling you to do that on your own time. You pay him what you owe, before beginning to drag it through the dirt and rocks to bring to the boat.

The second you get to the dock that holds boats seven and eight, you’re stopped by two peacekeepers. They take attendance to make sure everyone’s shown up to their shift, and make sure that no one leaves once they’re on the boat.

“You can’t take that up to the boat.” The first one tells you.

“I got permission from Scout, he told me to send one of you to him when I got here.” You stop, “I’ll wait.”

The second one walks away, going in the direction you just came.

“Name?” The first one asks.

“(Y/n) (L/n), boat seven.”

He makes a noise, it sounds like a scoff, “So you think because you run a larger crew that you deserve special privileges?”

“For the record, I asked permission.” You sit on top of the cooler, crossing your legs.

You watch as eight’s crew come up to the dock, get their name checked, and go to the boat. It doesn’t take long before the second peacekeeper’s back, “Let her pass.”

“Finally.” You breathe, starting your way down the dock. You’d thank him, if he weren’t such a dick. You steer the cooler off to the left to drag up the cargo ramp.

“You need help with that?” Atlas asks, he’s hanging over the side of the boat to watch you. You’ve been working with him since you signed up when you turned eighteen. You two started as regular friends, but as time’s gone on, you two are more like siblings than friends with the way you act.

“Nope, I drug it this far, might as well be the one to get it on the boat.” You grin back at him.

The moment you're on, it’s like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You receive a few looks, especially from the four new people that still haven’t gotten used to the original crew yet. You’ve all done your part to try and make them feel welcome, but sometimes change is hard to accept.

You know how to work with your original crew. You read their actions without asking a single question. You can tell what they need just by the way they look at you. You can’t imagine how difficult it is for the new people, trying to learn your behavior, probably feeling like they’re being shut out.

It’s not intentional. You try to have conversations with them—they’ll try for the first few minutes, but you can tell when they’re irritated. Which in turn makes you a little annoyed. How can you expect to get to know them and their mannerisms the same way when they won’t even give you a chance? It’s exhausting.

“A cooler? I thought they banned those a few years back.” River says, arm’s crossed over his chest.

“What’s inside, (Y/n)?”

You pop the open open, revealing the bags of ice. The crew presses forward, watching as you push the ice to the side, revealing the water. “Three cases—four if you count the one they gave us.”

“How’d you manage that?” The voice comes from the back. You look up to see who it is, and you find that it’s one of the guys that came from boat fourteen.

His name’s Finnick, bronze hair and green eyes. He’s one of the types that tan instead of burn. He’s also quiet, which means you’ve only spoken to him a few times in passing, mostly information.

“I bought them from Heath.” You shut the lid on the cooler, pressing down to make sure it’s shut tight. “The cooler, the ice, the water. It’s for everyone, of course. I don’t want anyone passing out in the heat.”

“Nice of you.” Poppy smiles.

“I try.” You smile, “If anyone thinks of smuggling fish back through this, I’ll kill you. We’re getting inspected at the end of the day, and if we’re caught, it’s my neck.”

Everyone moves away to go stand or sit on the boat to wait before the boat heads out into the water. You drag the cooler to the one shaded part of the boat, which happens to be a small patch that falls on the one block in the ground that’s built for coolers. You use the corner of your shirt to lift the metal lid, because you’ve given yourself burns before from the temperature.

Atlas comes over to help you lower the cooler into the floor. You open the lid, and the two of you work together to get the fourth case of water to fit, as well as the two bags of opened ice. It takes some adjustment, but sure enough, most of the bottles should be cold by the time you need to grab them. You slam the metal lid down when you’re done.

“I thought I told you to stop spending money on us.” Atlas gives you a look.

“We’re going to get irritable from the heat, moron. And the chances of a few of us getting sick are higher than you think.” You cross your arms, watching the people on boat eight move around to prepare for departure. “We can’t hide from the sun, unless we go below deck, and that’s where we keep the fish.” You meet his eyes, “I want to keep the arguments close to zero.”

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“Feye, move that rope.” You tell her, motioning to Finnick’s foot.

You turn back to the railing, stepping onto the ledge to lean over the side of the boat to reach for the cage. Atlas is standing on the other side, he’s already secured his handle, and he’s waiting for you to get your hand looped in so that you two can properly pull it in from each side.

From there, all you’ll have to do is motion to Bodhi, who’s sitting in the machinery, and he’ll pull the lever that’ll pull up the cage of fish.

There’s an unsettling feeling in your chest, you briefly look over your shoulder, and find that Feye hasn’t done what you asked. Your heart drops from your chest into your stomach, as you let go of the handle and fly down the step to get to Finnick in time.

You manage to grab a hold of his upper arm, yanking him toward you. His planted feet budge, making him stumble in your direction. His foot is clear from the looped rope that was snaked on the ground. A second later, that same loop has gone rigid because the pair on the other side have thrown their cage back over.

Finnick almost just lost his leg.

“Sorry.” You let go of him, letting out a breath, “Fuck.”

“Thank you.” He murmurs, waiting for you to look him in the eye, before he moves on. He goes right back to what he was doing before with checking the fish to see which ones should be sent back into the water.

You turn back to the side of the boat, shaking your head.

“Ready now?” Atlas asks.

“Yes.” You step on the ledge again, leaning over the side. You get a good hand on the loop, and motion for Bodhi to pull his lever.

Usually, the machine should be able to lift this weight by itself. Except, the first ten boats that were provided to District Four are the ones that have been in use the longest. They’ve gotten worn down, which means that they’re slow and weak. You wish that they’d retire the old boats and invest in the newer ones.

They haven’t yet, because the amount of fuel that pours into the new boats is almost five times what you use now. It’s cheaper to continue to run on the boats that are barely holding on right now. It’s the same reason why the Mayor has cut the boats, they’re more expensive than what he’s used to.

If he was smart, then he’d realize that those boats can carry more than the old ones.

Atlas counts back from three to when you two haul together. You grit your teeth as you pull, trying to give as big of a boost as possible. The moment that it starts building momentum, you and Atlas let go, not wanting to get your fingers caught in the holes.

You back off the ledge, giving a look to him. “I wish I was born into a rich family.” You whine.

“Don’t we all?” He laughs, the two of you move to help guide the cage above the mass pit, where Finnick is standing with one other to sort through the fish and get them into bins. You wave your hand to Bodhi to get him to lower the cage. “What would you want to work as if you were born into a rich family?”

You scoff, “I wouldn’t even work, Atlas. I’d sit around on my ass.”

“I should’ve guessed that.”

You reach up to unhook one side of the case, while he does the same. “Fine, what would you do?”

“I’d have to think about it.” He says, trying to keep a neutral expression.

“Oh, sure.” You laugh, “That’s bullshit. You and me are in the same boat.” You pause to see his face, his jaw is slack, and he’s glaring at you, “Get it?”

“Shut up.”

The two of you work in a long silence. You see him so often that conversations are sparse, but hilarious if timed properly. Atlas is one of those people that you can sit in silence with, and doesn’t feel an urge to fill it. It’s nice once in a while.

“I’m going to take a break.” Atlas says, stopping by Finnick, “Will you cover me?”

Finnick nods, not saying anything.

In the meantime, you hook the cage doors back properly, pulling on them, and then checking Atlas’ side to ensure that there’s no mistakes. When Finnick passes by to get to the other side of the pit, he double checks what you’ve done. After no complaints, Bodhi brings the cage over the side of the ledge, releases the rope, and then he turns the machine to face the other side of the boat.

You find Atlas trying to stay in the small patch of shade as best as he can, a cold water in his hand. It was a good idea to invest in the cooler, it’s saved a lot of you already. You can’t imagine how bad the other boats are suffering without them, you can’t imagine that Scout agreed to let everyone take a cooler. Or that Heath had enough on hand.

You continue to work without Atlas, checking your station, helping Finnick finish the last of his fish. When he’s done, the two of you loop rope around Bodhi’s machine to grab a different cage than the one you just threw in. The machine winds it in, bringing the new cage to the top.

You hop on the ledge of the boat, leaning over the side, hand hooked in the handle, the two of you pull together, and repeat the process. It’s tedious work, but once you get a hang of it, it’s basically autopilot. You can’t remember the amount of times you were working and found yourself completely zoned out. You suppose that’s not exactly safe, because you stop paying attention to your surroundings to a certain extent, but it hasn’t killed you… yet.

You pause next to the wall, using it to prop you up as you rub the back of your neck. It’s fucking torture being out here. You don’t think there was a single heatwave last year, or the one before that. Then again, there’s a good chance you blocked it from memory. The first couple years on the fishing boats are hell.

You tilt your head back, feeling the sea breeze against your skin.

The boat jolts from a wave, you stumble a few steps, but catch yourself before you fall. You really hate that they make you work long hours, too. It’s easier for them to make you work during the daytime, rather than overnight. Mostly because Scout and the other peacekeepers haven’t agreed to do something like that.

It’d be terrifying, being out here in the middle of the night, pitch black. If you had the option, you think you’d opt for overnight, anyway. At least the weather’s cooler by then.

A hand on your arm makes you jump. When you open your eyes, you see that it’s Feye. She’s got her head tilted slightly, “(Y/n).”

“What?” Your eyebrows twitch together.

“I asked if you were alright.” She removes her hand.

You blink, face twisting briefly. You shrug, “I uh—I was just feeling the air. This heat’s killing me.”

“Maybe you should take a break with Atlas, the two of you work like machines to meet the quota.” She takes a few steps back.

You press the back of your hand to your forehead, letting out a sigh.

You step onto the ledge to prepare to grab the next cage with Finnick, he’s already waiting for you two steps away. You turn to face the water, and the entire world spins in a way that it’s not supposed to. You sway, hands reaching for the railing to steady you, but you miss.

A strangled noise leaves your throat as your hands are met with the open air, static-like stars eating away at your vision without a sign of stopping.

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A cool summer’s breeze blows on your neck, relieving the burn that you must have on your skin from being in the sweltering sun. It’s nice and shaded here, you think you could lay here forever while the others do the work, if it weren’t for the fact that you can still feel the baking heat through your clothes, acting as a constant reminder that you haven’t escaped it.

Either way, that won’t prevent you from trying.

“(Y/n)?” A drowned voice asks, laced with worry.

You can’t imagine why, you’re just taking a quick break. You told the crew that you were going to need a power nap at some point in the day. It’s just what happens when they force you to be up so early and expect you to work well into the night. The only way you can keep going is to sleep, and then you get right back to it.

“Is she even breathing?”

There’s a pause, “Yes.”

“Then why don’t we leave her?” An impatient voice asks.

“She needs to be awake, that’s why.”

You feel your body get jerked, and manage to twitch your face in reason to how harshly they moved you to prop you upright. There’s something solid that’s holding you up by your back to keep you from collapsing on the ground. You try to open your eyes, curious to see what it is, and find that your eyelids are heavier than normal, refusing to cooperate.

You’re just so tired, and it’s so nice here.

An icy feeling—almost burning—comes into contact with your throat, like a shot to the heart. You jolt, eyes fluttering, grabbing the hand that’s dumping the frigid liquid over your chest.

“She’s awake!” A voice triumphantly shouts, there’s a few audible sighs of relief.

You blink, eyebrows drawing in as you try to get used to the sun. When you relax your face, you take your time to go from person to person. Atlas is crouched in front of you, a boyish smile on his face, “I guess we need to keep a better eye on you.”

You glare at him, turning your head to see what has you upright. You’re met face to face with a familiar set of green eyes that are watching your expression very closely.

“Are you feeling alright?” Finnick asks, face screwed. He doesn’t wait for you to answer before he’s pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. It’s cold, feels just like an ice pack.

“Yeah,” You murmur, “I’m sorry, I don’t even know what happened.”

“There’s no need to apologize.” He says, capping the water bottle in his hand before setting it next to your thigh. His hand leaves your middle back as he gets back onto his feet. “You fainted, and nearly dove headfirst into the water. I grabbed you.”

“I felt fine one second…” You trail off, meeting his eyes, “Thank you, Finnick.”

He presses his lips together into a smile, “You take care of us, it’s only fair we return the favor.”

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tokiro07 · 2 months ago

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Ichi the Witch ch.1 thoughts

[Me Man-Witch!!!]

(Contents: character analysis - Ichi, narrative analysis - implications/tone)

Listen. I know I said I wasn't going to do this, but I literally have thought about this chapter every day this week, I've got to say something about it!

This may or may not become a regular thing, though I think I'll be more willing to let a chapter slide now and then than I am with Undead Unluck since I don't want this to detract from my ability to write for UU

I'll probably just do a couple notes rather than deep-dives for this one, but we'll see how it compels me as it goes on

For now, though, I just want to point out a couple of things that stuck out to me

Ichi the Killer Hunter

The idea of "Death for Death," that life should be respected and only taken for the sake of survival (whether that be to gain food or eliminate a threat), is pretty obviously the central tenet of this series, but it's the way Ichi himself treats it that strikes me as interesting

He finds a creature, Uroro, he isn't familiar with and decides he wants to hunt it, but doing so arbitrarily violates his code of ethics. So instead of just going for the kill, he takes the time to set up contingencies for if he ever gets the opportunity and then, immediately upon hearing that men can kill said creature and women can't, decides to goad it into attacking him

Sure, it was already threatening another human, so one could argue that was enough to justify it for him, but even then, it was only once Uroro started actually attacking him that he declared the requirements for Death for Death had been met, and he eagerly retaliated

My point being that Ichi does not come across as a noble hunter with a deep respect for life; he comes off as a serial killer waiting for the opportunity to shout "self-defense!" so no one can question him

And I love that about him

It's like having Dexter Morgan for a shonen battle protagonist; this guy loves killing, but there are rules, and failing to abide by those rules would just make him a monster. Now, it is just chapter one, so there's going to be plenty of opportunity for Ichi's character to expand far beyond that point, but I promise you the line "killing things you don't mean to eat isn't hunting, it's murder" is going to come back in a major way sooner or later, and most likely it's going to be a mirror held up to Ichi's own life

Hidden Depths

Of course, that's just my interpretation based on how he's presented. Overall, this chapter was surprisingly vague, doing very little to establish Ichi outside of his past and basic philosophy and even less to establish anyone else in the world. We don't learn the name of the village girl that said goodbye to Ichi, we only learn the name of the Witch's Association (Mantinel) by reading it in the background, and we only get brief glimpses of three witches with two spells between them

Clearly, we aren't meant to have a complete understanding of this setting yet, nor its characters. We got the barest explanation of how the power system works (though it is certainly an interesting one even with that), and zero clue of what the goal of the story is

Even Uroro, the ostensible King of Magik, a millennia-old rampaging force of nature, is never actually depicted doing anything onscreen. We can assume that what we're told is true and he is that powerful, but in terms of combat ability, he simply tanks damage from Desscaras because she literally is unable to hurt him, and then dies in one hit from Ichi

This begs the question: how strong is Ichi? If Uroro is explicitly weak to men, then Ichi wouldn't need to be particularly strong to take him down. However, if Uroro is simply vulnerable to men, then Ichi's ability to end him so quickly is indicative of skill and strength far beyond what one would acquire just living in the mountains for a few years

Then there's the brief battle with Desscaras, wherein Ichi cracks her barrier; was this because of his own strength, or a strength boost from obtaining Uroro? Either one is perfectly likely, but based on the narration and his ability to beta Uroro at all, the implication seems to be that Ichi's physicality really does make him far more formidable than he would otherwise appear

But again, that could all just be smoke and mirrors to hide that Ichi isn't all that strong, and that he's only noteworthy because he's able to use magic at all. I doubt that's the case, but it's definitely a possibility. I certainly expect something from this introduction to wind up getting turned on its head somewhere down the line, whether it's Uroro or Desscaras not being as strong as they were reported to be, Ichi being abandoned in the first place because he's some kind of monster, or even that the male inability to use magic is an outright lie, I'm confident that something here is meant to be misleading

Tonal Shift

Hell, even the first chapter is pretty misleading in and of itself. The first three-fourths of the chapter range from somber to intense, with a little bit of comedy sprinkled here and there, but the moment that Ichi reveals himself to Uroro, the tone changes pretty much completely to being comedic

Uroro's reactions to Ichi are goofy, Ichi dispatches of him quickly and with a look of pure childlike glee in his eye, and then the ensuing conflict with Desscaras is chock-full of face faults and pratfalls. It's suddenly so lighthearted that it almost feels like a different series, like it wanted you to think it was going to be super serious only to say "psych, we're silly!"

Mind you, I have no problem with that, I'm just saying that there's a good chance it speaks to Nishi's intentions with the story overall and that she's likely willing to pull the rug out from under us at any time

But again, that's just my initial impression. Once we know more about the characters and have the feedback loop and goal of the story established, my viewpoint is sure to change pretty dramatically, even if only in the sense that everything I've said so far is in much clearer focus

Whether Ichi the Witch holds my attention well enough to justify consistent reviews is absolutely up in the air, but it's been a hot minute since I last read a manga whose first chapter grabbed my attention to try in the first place, and that's gotta count for something

#ichi the witch #madan no ichi #4y1a reviews #fouryearsandananime

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miko32 · 8 months ago

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BORN INTO THE SEVEN'S RULER OF DEVILDOM

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 ---- Eight Years Later

This year, I reached thirteen, the year I had been looking forward to.

"Blue! Blue! Where are my scrunchies?" I frantically searched. This small cabin had only one room, but it was easy to lose things in it.

"Kehekehehege!!!" a blob with yellow eyes handed me my scrunchy.

"Ah! Thank you, Yellow!"

Another blob with pink eyes offered me a ribbon. "Blehehegegheh!"

"Oh! Thank you, Pink! This ribbon will look perfect!"

Two blobs with white and purple eyes helped me with my ribbon from behind.

"Gegehegeg!"

"Fejegeheheaja!"

"Aww, come on White, Purple, I'm not a little kid anymore!" I giggled.

I called the blobs according to their eye color. I couldn't talk in their language. But we understand each other and communicate just fine.

"Alright, alright! Where's Blue?! I need to go now!"

"Blehehegegheh!"

The blobs led me outside the cabin. Its morning night in Devildom, the moon was high and shining brightly, but not like the sun. I missed the sun from the human world.

"Fejegeheheaja!"

"Gegehegeg!"

The rest of the blobs surrounded me with their little chants. They were worried for me.

"Guys, please, I've been waiting for this my whole life!"

The blobs protest. Blue shouted at them to be quiet. He then gave me a small bag with grimms inside.

"Thank you, Blue," I said with gratitude. Blue turned to his group, speaking in command. The blobs cheered, and we set out to the city.

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The Devildom city was a sight I could never be bored of. The alien feeling of being here still lingered. Sometimes I wondered what it would be like with a real sun down here.

When the blobs and I first arrived in the city, it was at the Aeos Library, the same library I had entered before. The bell jingled with a deep melody as I opened the door.

"Hello, Melril," I greeted the owner.

Melril turned her head and smiled. "Lami! Just in time, good, good!"

Lami was my fake name. There were two reasons for it: first, Lucifer's name originated from an angel named Samael, and Leilel was the opposite name of Samael for a girl; second, a demon's name would not have "el" at the end, as it would mean son/daughter of God.

"My name is such a clown," I thought to myself. This may be Kristin's way of revenge. To demons and angels, names are important to their power. They couldn’t change their names as easily as humans did.

"Here you go, Lami," Melril returned with a black uniform, and I gasped.

"Your one and only RAD uniform!" she said enthusiastically.

"Thank you so much, Melril!"

"Don’t mention it! It was my old uniform! It would be a waste to throw it out just like that," Melril replied, pointing to the back. "You should get changed or you'll be late."

I nodded and ran toward the back, the blobs following me before I shushed them away. They laughed and giggled, excited for me.

I emerged from the backroom wearing the uniform. Although it looked old and worn out, the uniform fit me perfectly and suited my style. It consisted of a black jacket, a green shirt underneath, and a red cape on my back, along with a long skirt that covered my knees and boots.

The blobs and Melril clapped for me. "Oh! Look at you! I'm so glad to give my uniform to an alpha demon such as you."

Alpha demons are demons who are born in the twenty-first century, and it is rare for them to give birth. Newborns wouldn't even exist for millennia.

"Now, remember our deal!" Melril reminded me.

I nodded. "Yes, yes, on the weekend I'll be here to guard the shop until it closes."

Since I was a regular at the library, I had been working here since I was six. Melril used to ignore me for a year, but when she noticed my intelligence, she made me her apprentice. Most of the time, I was just cleaning and arranging books, but she let me borrow books for free as long as I returned them in good condition.

Melril nodded. "Good, good, now off you go! You'll be late!"

She pushed me out of the bookstore without hesitation. I rolled my eyes. Melril was a big introverted demon, that's why she ignored all her customers.

The blobs and I made our way across the street, we stopped when we saw familiar demons.

"It's not fair!"

"Ain’t my problem."

"The Majolish has taken two seasons with you! How could they not be bored seeing your face for the third season!"

"Oi! What's that supposed to mean?!"

It was Mammon and Asmodeus. My feet trembled in fear as words describing the two demons floated inside my head. Scenes from the novel when they mock Kristin, bullying her.

Mammon flick her forehead as he said. “Ya’re nothing but a weak human! And I’m the Great Mammon! Ya should always remember that!”

“Oh~ Kristin~ You should stay still like a doll you are before I do something you would die for~ eheheh,” Asmodeous smirks with his orange eyes shimmering with dangerous lust.

The blobs surrounding me protectively. I hide my face and we continued walking. The two avatars passed by without a glance at me. I ran with the blobs holding me tight, we stopped when we felt far enough.

It’s exhausting just facing these demon lords. I don’t know what would happen if they found out who I really am.

"Kejegekehe!" Yellow exclaimed, pointing in front of us, the gates to the Royal Academy of Diavolo, lay.

"Wow!"

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obeymeasmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #isekai #self insert #obey me diavolo #om #bornintotheseven'srulerofdevildom

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tellywoodtrash · 6 days ago

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Hello TT! Hope you are doing well, I lurked in after a really long time so thought would say hello and let you know how much your blog has impacted my life. I started following your blog religiously when I discovered Ishqbaaz, it was almost an obsession how zealously I followed your blog and the show. I was on the cusp of Adulthood, just two years short. All pieces of fiction were merely me trying to escape my horrible home life. I have always indulged in fiction, it has mostly been books tbh but there were times after I had access to a phone when tellywood lured me in. After IB, I just followed you for your wit and boldness. I imagined this is how my elder sister would be if I had one (since I am the elder sibling in the house). You actually hooked me to AryLie as well, and for that I am most grateful since I somehow found a supportive community through AryLie fandom (long story). I know you don't follow tellywood anymore, I too switched to Kdramas and Cdramas over the years. Oh, I also gave Suno Chanda a try; thanks to you and Mais. Absolutely delightful. The thing is I felt my appreciation towards your constant support (even if you weren't aware) should be at least known. You speak for so many girls in this blog of yours, always giving everyone a warm hug to those who need it and a virtual asskicking to who are being jerks. People you follow truly shape you, it's the way I have felt validated by when you spoke what I believed it; it's the way you introduced me to life changing fiction just when I needed it; it's the way you have been present for the last nine years in my life. I have always struggled with suicide ideation but if it has taught me anything; it's to always express the gratitude you are feeling. Life is so unpredictable anyway. I want to be appreciated and appreciate others as well. That's humanity to me. This connection where we truly value each other. Anyway, so sorry for the long ramble. I hope wherever you are, you always stay well, physically healthy and mentally sane. Adieu, my internet sister. I will keep checking in 💌

Oh my heart, I am actually here like........

Just the other day, I'd been thinking wistfully of all the community I felt through this blog, wondering if any of y'all are still even around. This message honestly feels like the universe's answer to that. 🥰🥰🥰

This blog started out as just me shouting into the void about nonsense ITV, but it grew into so much more thanks to you all. I am an only child (and wouldn't have it any other way!) and know nothing of being a sibling, but somehow I felt so fiercely protective of every single person I've talked to through this blog, that idk how, I just became an honorary big sister. It's a badge I wear with utmost honour, even though we don't even know each others' names!

Just know, even if I am not watching Tellywood anymore/super active on this blog, I'm still here on tumblr everyday (it's my safe corner on the internet) and you guys can reach out whenever! Life goes on, interests change, and we grow as people. But this blog and I don't plan on going anywhere, and it'll always be a home for y'all to drop in when you need it. 🏠🏠🏠💖💖💖

PS - I'm proud of you for finding a community of your own, and kicking mental illness's ass on the regular. I'm right there with you (on the suicide ideation) and we're not going down without fighting tooth and nail, sis. There are people out there who we care about, and who care about us, and that's literally alllllll that life is all about, baby!!!!!!!! Go on and live your best life to the fullest, and always remember that this internet big sister of yours is always proud of you. *forehead smoochies*

#tt answers #big sister tt gives life advice

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redwayfarers · 8 months ago

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@lilas your prompt is here! tonglr was being weird and i've been trying for so long to just publish the thing? so here it is as a regular post instead...

fandom: wayfarer ship: cassander inteus/melchior larkspur (cassmel) characters: cassander inteus, melchior larkspur rating: gen words: 1045 dividers by @saradika

prompt: kiss in secret

There are a few rules when Mel is on a con job. One, never greet him as Melchior in public. In fact, don’t greet him at all beyond a wave; he may have masked his stretched blue body to others, but to my eye, he sticks out like a sore thumb. I do too, so I get it. Most of the time, “tall red guy” gives me away.

Chasing wayfarers out of villages sure is fucking fun. The tall red guy has outstayed his welcome, so we chase him out with forks and brooms. Did you know that magiani bring curses on ships and most recently, villages? Red ones more than most! Honorable Guild of Mages has concluded and definitively proved that magiani are somehow fucked in the head (through absolutely no fault of the Guild itself) and they also bring bad luck. Better chase them out quick before it spreads!

The hair, I mean. There is such a thing as bastards.

Next thing I gotta do when Mel’s on a job is bring out my collection of headscarves. Just in case. Height gives me away regardless. It’s only Sero’s thoughtful care that helped me not bump my head against all kinds of shit when I was growing up. By now it’s instinct. It helps lessen the chances of him being found out if he ever sees me.

Not that he normally does, mind. He usually avoids me for those reasons, but just in case we see each other out and about. I don’t mind it, personally. Headscarves make for some nice, inexpensive detailing. I am but a poor wayfarer, after all. With some puppy eyes and dick sucking, I managed to get some face framing pieces in the mix, too.

If you told me I’d be in a relationship with a con artist and technically complicit in his crimes, I would’ve laughed. But hey, it’s not like I don’t approve of him scamming rich assholes. I bear the name of a long line of rich assholes who hog all the power, I have every right to hate them with all my being.

So in the midst of one such crime, with my dark headscarf, curls around my face and non-descript clothes, I glide into the crowds of Velantis. What I wasn’t expecting, however, is seeing Mel in them, blue and gorgeous and dressed in absolute finery I’m not sure how he affords. He’s in the company of a human with black hair, equally well dressed, whispering something in her ear. She blushes and looks away. Mel gives her a sweet smile.

He has such a way with people.

I don’t know what she’s seeing. Is it a human, like her, or maybe an elf? Probably not a melusine. Maybe an aeda? Certainly not a dwarf, judging by his body language. I don’t know the name off the top of my head, but I can’t go shouting Melchior like this. It’ll probably be a one off sighting and a story he tells me over dinner.

Yet, as she looks away, Mel glances in my direction. His eyes widen for a fraction of a moment and he whispers something in the woman’s ear. She nods, earning herself a kiss on the cheek, and he makes his way over.

“Hello,” I say quietly and he signals to a nearby hidden corner between two shops. His hand grips my upper arm and we sneak in there. It isn’t hard to hide our footsteps in the throngs of Velantis.

As soon as we’re out of sight, his shoulders droop. His smile, acted and fake, drops. He doesn’t let go of my upper arm. “Thank the stars I saw you,” he says, and he sounds.. Off. Nervous. Worried.

“What’s the matter? Something wrong?” I look over at his face. He offers a small smile.

“Nothing you’re able to help with much, unfortunately,” he says quietly. “I simply haven’t been this nervous over… in a long time. It’s disconcerting.”

“I’m sure you’re doing great,” I reply, taking his hand in mine. He sighs deeply and leans in.

“You smell of oranges,” he says. He then kisses me, and I’m careful to not ruin his hair or clothes when I hug him and return the kiss. Thankfully he’s not wearing any lip color, and even then, the importance of not ruining the image he’s presenting. I don’t think I’d be able to forgive myself if he got in trouble because of me.

“Wanna talk about it? Tonight, I mean.”

He squeezes my hand and nods. I kiss his forehead. “You’ll be fine,” I laugh softly. “You could fool the best of them.”

“As long as I am not ratted out,” he teases. It’s still tense, but not as tense as before.

“You won’t get any rats from me,” I promise. “Mice, maybe. Rats, no.”

He barely holds back a laugh. “I really need to go now, Cassander. But I did need that. I’ll tell you all about it tonight.”

I can’t help stealing yet another quick kiss. It's not my fault he has such kissable lips. He smiles, but this time, it’s genuine and less of a mask. He then lets go of my hand to dig through his pocket and place something in my hand.

It’s a few crowns, shiny and gold in the sunlight. “Buy yourself that hair oil you like,” he says and touches the curls around my face. It sends the hairs tickling the skin of my cheeks and it’s my turn to hold back a laugh. “It makes your hair look so delightfully bouncy.”

Before I can say much else, he’s off in the crowds again, and I’m left looking at the crowns. They’re so new and maybe possibly freshly forged, and maybe he stole them just for me, or maybe he brought them for himself but decided my hair is a more worthwhile investment, I don’t fucking know. I just know that they make me giggle like I’m a kid again and that there’s more than enough crowns there for two bottles of the oil.

I also know that there’s a story waiting for me tonight, and that maybe, I’m not as shitty of a person as my head likes to make me think I am.

#wayfarer if #wayfarer #cassander inteus #melchior larkspur #cassander x melchior #inspo birb has come to town #my writing

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lady-maria-the-wolf225 · 2 years ago

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a Short Mikey kitten story Part 1: (You're going to love this!)

Mikey being his usual self while irritating his brothers. call you on his phone while making kissy noises, rocket boarding all over the place, and most of all always begging his family about keeping a cat in the lair. Mikey always wanted a pet of his own. he feels his heart is half empty that besides having a human girlfriend, having a pet would make him feel whole. but sadly, none of his brothers even master splinter refuses to let him have a cat. So every night whenever there wasn't any patrols, or helping with chief Vincient on crimes at night, Mikey would sneak out of the lair and hang out at ally ways and empty streets where cats that ran away from home unable to go back or just natural street cats come out of the shadows. Mikey would bring Tuna, water, and a makeship cat toy made of a small fishing line, with a string and toy mouse attached to it. Mikey would also talk to the cats all the time. "I wish I could bring you guys home with me. but my dumbass brothers won't let me. I know how it's like being alone. it really sucks." just then the sun was rising, and Mikey says goodbye to the cats. as he leaves, he would hear the cats meowing which tears up his heart strings like a broken violin which is understandable to most animal lovers seeing pets on the streets. while he was heading home, he suddenly hears a tiny meow coming from one of the dumpsters. he jumps down and notices a small box. in the box was a tiny 8-week-old turtle shell patterned female Maine coon. Mikey picks her up and looked at her. "Hey there little gal. where's your mama?" the kitten had no mother at all and no warmth. he felt that she was freezing and needed a home. So Mikey decided to take her in and hopes that his brothers would be okay on having him keep a kitten instead of a usual grown-up cat. Mikey quietly got to the lair and grabbed Donnie's heating blanket, and a baby bottle with warmed up whole milk. he sets the kitten down on the blanket and warmed it up making sure he doesn't set it to scorching hot. he then fed the kitten and smiled. "I forgot I didn't give ya a name. hmm. let's see. your fur is like my shell, and you have a sweet loving personality." he thought and thought for a long while until he finally got one. "I got it! I'm gonna name you Cookie. how's that sound?" he pets her and hears her purring. his heart melted when he heard her purring for the first time. he lays down and yawned as he puts her next to him. "Goodnight cookie." he kisses her and soon falls asleep feeling whole and happy. that morning, Mikey was deeply asleep until his brothers shouted at him. "MIKEYYY!! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!!" Mikey jumped in fright as he heard them. he got up from his bed, and shakingly walked towards them. "Y-yeah bros?" Leo held out Cookie by her fur with one hand and Mikey tries to grab her. "No Leo! don't hold Cookie like that! she is fragile and isn't hurting anybody!" Raph scoffs at his younger brother. "Oh fuck. he gave it a name too." Mikey looks at Raph upset. "SHE is not an IT!" Donnie asks Mikey in a serious tone. "Where did you get this cat from? and it's bigger than a regular cat." Mikey explains to Donnie. "First off, I found her by the garbage dump. she was all alone, cold, and starving. so, I took her in hoping you guys can say yes in having me keeping her, and second, she is a Maine coon Donnie. you don't know anything about cats more than I do! so back off!!" Leo talks to Mikey very sternly. "Mikey! the kitten has to go by tonight! you understand?" Mikey suddenly starts to tear up as his heart begins to shatter. Raph gets annoyed and spoke. "Ugh! here we go with the crying! Grow up Mikey! quit acting like a damn 3-year-old! you're a grown man! that cat has got to go, and that is final! ya got that? get over it!" Mikey grabs the kitten and runs off crying his eyes out. he slams his bedroom door, and his brothers shook their heads thinking they are living with an adult man child. Mikey held onto Cookie crying on his bed feeling saddened by all this unsure what to do at this point. hopefully he can think of another way.

TO BE CONTINUED.... @raisin-shell @kawaiibunga @raphslovemuffin80 @nikitaboeve @selfless1978 @post-apocalyptic-daydream @turtlesmakemehappy @shikobahkin @angelcatlowyn @mysticboombox @turtle-babe83 @foreignbrunette @nittleboo @thelaundrybitch @dai-su-kiss @cowabunga-doll @roxosupreme

#tmnt bayverse #michaelangelo #leonardo #donatello #raphael #kittens #love pets #short story

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shagpaboloutpost · 1 year ago

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This fic contains mild violence and brief moments of misgendering

It started out like a normal bar fight: Todd, having a great time with his incredibly bland choice of beer, bumped into a natborn. The natborn took violent offense, and broke Todd’s nose in the bargain. Widow jumped in before good old Drunk Todd could say anything too Drunk Todd, or worse – Drunk Todd held back with his martial training less than regular Todd, and he’d hate himself for it in the morning.

“Hey, friend, he didn’t mean anything,” Widow said. The insincerity on the word ‘friend’ probably rang clearer than the alarms on drill days, but it wasn’t like they cared about this dick’s feelings. “Buy you another drink, huh?”

“I’m not your friend, clone,” the natborn sneered.

“All right, banthafucker, then. My point still stands. You want a free drink, or you want a fight?”

They expected the punch. The knee to the groin was surprising, though. Most of the time, people were a little too drunk by the time they started picking fights to get enough balance going for that. Widow wheezed, and decided enough was enough. They rammed their shoulder into the natborn’s gut, sending the human toppling back over the bar. People shouted and scrambled to their feet at the crash of glass, and the bartender gave Widow some new curse words to use, but Widow dusted off their hands with satisfaction. That was one natborn who would know better than to mess with clones again. Around here, where half the folks worked for the Hutt cartels and the other half survived by puffing up big like those wildcats so the Hutts wouldn’t come for them, all it ever took was a punch or two. They’d made some friends among the natborns this way, though Widow doubted this human would be one of them.

“What is the meaning of this?”

The nasal, Core-accented voice cut through the noise. Widow’s lip curled.

“Oh, no,” Todd said through his hand and a nose full of blood. “Sir! Captain! Captain, sir!”

“Go take a seat, Todd, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Widow said tiredly, turning around. Wraith was at their erstwhile captain’s shoulder, and Widow met his eyes. He nodded slightly; Widow would say all kinds of shit about Wraith, but never that he kept clones in the line of fire when he could help it. And here at this outpost, Captain Drus was much more the line of fire than anything to do with blasters.

Or, Widow supposed, he was when he could be arsed to get here.

“Is this what the Grand Army does with its time now? The elite soldiers bred for war and glory? Picking fights with civilians?”

“He could have killed me!” spat the natborn from behind the bar as they struggled to stand. Widow stoically didn’t flinch.

They wanted to.

“I couldn’t have,” Widow said. “Your fall was controlled. You only hit as many bottles as you did because you were flailing like an infant.”

“Widow,” Wraith said. “I have to write you up for this.”

“I was protecting my squad,” Widow said. “It’s Hutt Space. Rules aren’t the same as in the Core.” Wraith scowled as Captain Drus approached the natborn, inspecting the damage. He stormed to Widow’s side, gripping their arm tightly.

“You think I don’t know that?” he hissed into Widow’s ear, keeping his eyes fixed on the captain. “Stop digging your hole deeper. You still shouldn’t have gotten violent.”

“Did you see what that fucking –“ A sharp squeeze to their arm made Widow change course mid-insult. “Local did to Todd? It was a shoulder bump. A drunk mistake, and not half as big as the girl Todd tried to screw last time we were planetside.”

“He’ll remember this,” Wraith said.

“Please,” Widow scoffed. “Drus can’t even remember how many of us there are. My name won’t mean a damn thing to him.”

“No, but he can scan your wrist and pull up your file just the same,” Wraith said. “And that’s all command needs to screw you over. Or did you forget how this works?”

“No one’s arresting that –“ another squeeze – “guy for overreacting.”

“I trust you’ve disciplined your man?” Captain Drus asked. Wraith’s face was impassive as he released Widow, but at least there was the twitch of his moustache to remind Widow he wasn’t any happier about the situation than they were. “I’d ask you to provide this man with an armed escort to the nearest doctor, but you’re the reason he fears for his life, sergeant, so instead I must request you and all your squad stay away.”

“Of course, sir,” Wraith said. “I can assure you, revenge isn’t my troopers’ style.”

“No,” Captain Drus said. “Though clearly wanton violence is.”

He hustled the natborn man out the door. Wraith slumped, imperceptible to anyone not a clone but screaming to Widow’s eyes.

“I’d like to show him wanton violence,” Wraith muttered. Widow blinked. That was new.

“Not that I’d be opposed, but I did actually throw a civilian over a counter,” they said. They’d never had to be the voice of reason and regulation with Wraith before. Widow didn’t like it.

“It’s been a long day, Widow,” Wraith sighed. “And given how much that day has made me want a drink, I probably shouldn’t get one right now. Where’s Todd?”

Widow looked around. He’d vanished.

“Probably trying to fix his own nose in the fresher,” Widow sighed. “I’ll go get him.”

#fic snippet #writing #sergeant wraith #clone trooper widow #clone medic todd #todd squad #clone ocs #tw misgendering

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luminenescent · 1 year ago

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❝ 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏! ❞

Many have heard of the Blood Princess, who killed their whole village at age four, and many feared them. They were known as the world’s most formidable assassin, their signature weapon a simple pocket knife. They had been known to slaughter thousands of men with one stroke using it.

They were (Name) Chinen. Though not many people knew them as that. They were bloodthirsty, dangerous, emotionless, unyielding, ruthless, notorious, feared, respected, and…they were you.

“Happy birthday to me…”

Your lonely voice echos through the empty building, and you heave a sigh. Alone again, huh? It had been like this every single birthday, ever since you joined the troupe. It was your twelfth birthday, and you were heading to the hunter exam.

You walk out into the abandoned hallway, and you briefly wonder where the rest of the troupe was. (Not that you expected them to see you off anyway.) You heave another sigh, throwing a few supplies in your small pouch, and strap it around your waist.

And just like that, you were off.

You whistle, and call, “Salem!” As soon as you call, you hear a swooshing of wings above you. Salem, your winged serpent, lands in front of you, and you hop on him. ��To the hunter exam.”

The hunter exam was…overrated.

You arrive at the location, glancing around as you exit the elevator, you find the area is completely deserted. ‘Aren’t there supposed to be hundreds of people?’ You furrow your brow, maybe this was the wrong spot-? No, you knew this was right. But, where was everyone?

”Hello!”

You glance around, alarmed by the sudden voice. “Down here!” You look down, to find a strange creature resembling a bean, certainly not a human. “Congratulations! You are the first to arrive!”

ah, so that was it.

”here is your badge! Be careful not to lose it, you won’t get a replacement!” He hands you a badge with the number ‘1’ printed on it boldly. You take it, turning it over to examine it. It seems like a regular badge, but you know better. It probably had a tracking device implemented in it.

You sigh, yet again, (you’ve been sighing a lot lightly..what is up with you?) sitting down, you pull out a fucking pillow from your bag, and, like the lazy bitch you are, fall asleep.

When you wake up, you find that there are now four hundred (and one) applicants, and yes, you counted. (You were bored as fuck, okay?) You hear the ding of the elevator, and you glance over, finding three boys, one who looked about your age. The other two looked about seventeen and thirty, though you weren’t so sure about the older man. Though he looked old, you could tell he was probably around twenty, or nineteen?

These boys were the last to arrive before the exam started. You watch as the wall goes the fuck up, revealing the first phase’s examiner. “Hello. My name is Satotz, if you would follow me, I’ll lead you to the second phase.” Satotz starts walking, his strides are long and quick. ‘Ah,’ you realize, ‘so the first exam is a test of mental willpower.’

“You said you would lead us to the second phase! What happened to the first phase?!” You hear a shout come from the ninja guy, and you internally facepalm. ‘Is this guy stupid or what-?’

“This is the first phase.” You hear Satotz respond, before you tune out their conversation and start thinking about shit. ‘If the first phase is this, then the second phase would likely be—oh shit, Menchi.’ You had been friends with Menchi for a few years, and you recall her saying she was going to be an hunter exam examiner this year. Oh shit indeed.

Knowing her, she would get worked up and fail most people. Goddamnit Menchi. (Although she did like your cooking…) She would fail you, no doubt, after your betrayal…(Honestly, you never wanted to become friends with her in the first place…! It wasn’t your fault she befriended you and forced you to tell her…) But then again, Netero would probably stop her from getting too angry, and make her redo the exam anyway. You were still fucked though. She would probably single you out, and-fuck.

Wasn’t the boy you saw before a Kurta? The blond seventeen year old? Ah, he was probably taking this exam to kill the spiders, eliminate the troupe, and all that shit. Knowing the Kurtas, he would probably go through the whole monologue thing and say a whole ass speech about ‘revenging his clan’ and ‘killing those who killed his clan.’

…it wasn’t like you weren’t a master of hiding though…you had spent your whole life doing it…staying in the shadows…

The Kurta Clan were once in an alliance with your old village, but they both were wiped out, as was that ‘alliance’ of theirs. Too bad, maybe you could’ve used that alliance as an advantage…not that he would’ve listen, of course. Damn Kurtas. You wished they hadn’t been killed. He was definitely going to challenge you to a battle or something, but in the middle of the exam? Maybe not? Hah, you wish—

Oh shit. The man once in front of you drops, and you barely avoid his body, then as you swerve around him, you see in front of you, stairs. Fuck yeah. Sitting down, you pull wheels out of your shoes, and start skating up the railings.

“Uwah!”

You here the voice of a boy your age, ah, the boy you saw earlier? You look over, and indeed, it’s him.

“That’s so cool! How do you do that?!”

His eyes sparkle as he runs alongside you, tilting his head in question. You shrug, gesturing to the fishing pole he carries, “I’ll tell you if you tell me how you use that.” He nods, and you almost smile. Almost. What was with these boys that made you so happy? You barely even knew them. Beside him, you hear a scoff, and you glance up. Ah, a Zoldyck, huh? Probably ran away from the mansion. No way would his family let him take the hunter exam, unless for a mission, much less make friends. It kind of reminded you of how controlling the troupe was. “Who’re you two?” You ask, your voice wasn’t as sharp, crisp, or loud, as either of theirs. Instead, you spoke softly, and your words were barely heard by them.

The Zoldyck stays silent, and you can tell he doesn’t trust you. The other boy answers, “I’m Gon! And this is Killua! Who’re you?”

“I’m…” you pause, debating wether you should tell them your real name or not. Well, it’s not like it matters. They’ll figure it out eventually. “I’m (Name). (Name) Chinen. It’s a pleasure, Gon and and Killua…may I ask, how old are the two of you?”

”We’re both twelve!” Gon answers cheerily.

”I’m twelve too. I didn’t expect to find anyone my age at the exams. I hope we could be allies in the future.” You really did. You were tired of being alone. You nod at the two boys, then turn to Killua, “I don’t believe we’ve spoken yet. I must ask, are you a Zoldyck?”

You watch Killua’s eyes widen, “H-how did you-? Don’t tell anyone.”

”I don’t plan to.”

”Hey! You guys want to race? Loser buys the other two dinner.” Gon pipes up, sparing you of a very awkward conversation. You nod.

”You’re on.”

And as the three of you start running, (well, you were skating.) You can’t help but think that you just made two friends.

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I’m only now really realizing how utterly insane the end of RE7 must have been for Chris Redfield.

I mean, he’s an experienced BSAA agent. He’s survived the worst bioweapon disasters his world has known. He’s lost friends and whole squads to monsters straight out of people’s nightmares.

Then one afternoon he gets a report, detailing a horrific outbreak where Tyrant-Class Bioweapons have been making people disappear in the Louisiana swamps. There are reports of explosions, fire, gunshots, screams.

Chris hops into a helicopter, mentally preparing for hell on earth. The helicopter reaches the site, Chris looks down, and sees what looks like a giant petrified tree sprouting out of the ruins of a house, destruction in every direction and there, standing in a little clearing near the collapsed tree, holding a rifle, is a Olive Garden breadstick of a man, his hands cupped around his mouth, shouting up to them “hey my wife and I could use some help!”

He’s wearing fucking jeans and a fucking white button down shirt. He looks like a suburban dad coming off of work. He looks like he drives a minivan. He looks like the most excitement he sees is the office Christmas party when his boss hands out free champagne.

He’s blue-eyed and has blonde hair, light skin, he looks like a Sim come to life. Like a mannequin from The Gap.

Chris, still floored, rappels down to the man. He asks his name.

“Ethan,” the guy says with the faintest California accent. He’s smiling exhaustedly.

Chris scans the scene for any monsters. There are none. This fluffy Texas Toast white bread man took out all the monsters? By himself? With a flimsy rifle? That was several years old? While protecting his wife?!

Chris wouldn’t have entered the house without at least three squads. He’s learned his lesson from the mansion outside Raccoon City.

One man. One, regular man. It’s beyond impossible, it’s unbelievable, it can’t be true.

Chris pinches himself to make sure. Yup, not dreaming. “Ethan, are you human?”

Ethan frowns at him like a confused puppy. Chris is reminded of a beagle retriever mix. “I’m pretty sure I am.”

“I’ll check you just to make sure.” Chris runs a scanner up and down Ethan’s body. He looks at the results. “Are you *sure* you’re human?”

Ethan laughs self-deprecatingly. “I did get a lot of that goo on myself but I didn’t eat any of it, pretty sure I’m fine.”

Chris looks back down at the scanner. Incredibly high concentrations of the virus. By all accounts, Ethan should be a morphed bloody mess right now, extra eyes and hands mutating out of his torso, half his face melted. Chris looks back up at Ethan. He’s smiling nervously, happy in his delusion. He reaches up to scratch some dirt out of his hair then winces as he realizes he’s tried to use the arm that appears to have the hand stapled back onto it. Chris googles at it. Regardless of mutations the pain and blood loss from that alone should render Ethan dead. “Why are you here Ethan?”

“I got a cryptic message from my wife who’d been missing for three years. I figured she was in trouble so I went to find her.”

“And when you found her?”

“She’d been infected and cut my hand off with a chainsaw.”

“What did you do then?”

Chris expects Ethan to spin some tale about blundering through the forest and killing an infected tree. Instead, this man looks right at Chris with the eyes of a madman and says “I went and found a cure to save her.”

“You…what?!”

“Well admittedly Zoe did help me out with that. I hope she was out of the house when it collapsed, she was a great friend.”

“The fuck?” Chris muttered under his breath. Most of the people he knew, including his BSAA teammates, would run for backup upon finding someone they cared for had been infected.

Chris himself had made a promise with Claire that if either of them got infected they’d do each other the honor of a mercy killing.

Cures for any virus outbreak were one in a billion. But Ethan had been totally confident in his ability to rescue his wife and cure her of the infection that caused her to cut his hand off with a chainsaw! “Who the hell are you?”

“Well I’m a systems engineer by trade, originally from LA. God the drive down here was so long.”

Chris blinked. Then again. Then again. Still didn’t seem like he was losing his mind and hallucinating. “I have to make a call, I’ll be right back.”

Chris passed the oblivious Ethan off to one of his lieutenants, instructing him to get Ethan some medical attention.

Jill picked up on the first ring. “Valentine.”

“Jill it’s Chris.”

“What’s up? I heard you were sent out to Louisiana. Rough stuff, I hope you’re alright.”

“Yeah…about that. I need to bring a bioweapon into the BSAA as an agent.”

“Are you out of your mind?! They’ll never go for it!”

Chris looked over at Ethan, now waving a tiny green bottle at one of the medics, demonstrating pouring it onto his injured arm. “I think they’ll make an exception.”

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The Fake Wedding

Glamrock Freddy X (Gender Neutral) Reader

Warnings: None

MEGA FLUFF!!

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It had been about half a year since you started working at the new Pizza Plex, a huge, complex of a jaw-dropping children's playground, with food, Mini golf, a laser tag, but most importantly, an animatronic band. It was led by the one and only, Freddy Fazbear, a known name of the past brought back to life with the most high tech stuff you could get. Seeing the band for the first time made your jaw drop, sure the others were great! Montgomery Gator, Roxanne wolf and Glamrock Chica, But freddy….the first time you saw him on stage something just happened. Your heart pounded, and when he looked your way. Oh god. Obviously you disregarded this feeling because, really? It’s a robot, but since you were an employee you sometimes had to interact with him in his own personal room. He seemed so real despite being made of metal, his mannerisms, quirks and nicknames making you fall more and more as you guys were able to talk like regular people could. Your coworkers noticed your excitement whenever you were chosen to check on him, and even saw Freddy’s demeanor change after a couple weeks. Finally, it was you that decided to admit to him your feelings. His response still plays in your mind when thinking of him.

“Wait, Y/N are you saying you…would like to be my partner?”

You had nodded, immediately regretting your decision

“Oh…Superstar….I would be HONORED, I have to admit, I’ve been having similar feelings for quite awhile as well.”

He looked away sheepishly, a faint blush appearing on his face

Your eyes had teared up from fear but then all of sudden started pouring out, you hugged each other so tightly, both having no care about anything else but this, This is what you both wanted.

There was a lot of teasing from other staff, but most seemed to be fine with it, as long as it didn’t affect your work. The only one a bit bothered by it was Vanessa, a security guard that had worked there for quite awhile beforehand. She wasn’t hateful, but still was honestly confused how a human and Animatronic bear could fall in love.

The children on the other hand LOVED IT. Freddy actually introduced you after one of his opening performances and got cheers from all of them, (and some…stares from parents but their complaints were ignored)

Today was a normal day as usual, the concert had gone off without any problems and it was afterwards where the band could walk around and interact with the kids. You were standing on the sideline when one ran up to you and grabbed you by the hand, trying to drag you. You chucked and followed him, as he ran up to Freddy.

The young girl pointed at you then looked at Freddy and made a heart with her hands, tilting her head.

“Heheh, Good job kiddo, you are right! That is my partner!”

The kid looked blank for a second…pondering something, Then her face lit up

“MARRIED??”

You and Freddy immediately went wide eyed, he looked over to you as if to say ‘what do I say???’

You laugh

“No sweetie, we are not married…yet”

You smirk at freddy bringing a big blush

Another kid ran over

“WE COULD DO ONE!!!”

It was at this point the other animatronics had come over, as well as other kids hearing him shout

“Yknow..” Chica started “that would be a great activity to do together!”

“YEAH! A rockin’ wedding! That would be sweet!” Roxy smirked seeing the blushes on your and Freddy's faces.

Monty was mainly silent but nudged Freddy, teasing him.

“OH WELL I” He stuttered “…Uhm… I suppose we could..do a ‘Pretend’ wedding’, are you ok with that y/n?”

You had just been standing there, vaguely listening. A wedding…oh god. You love Freddy so much and although you two had only been together for a short time there’s always been the fantasies of walking down the aisle to him.”y/n….hello??” Chica waved her hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your daze

“UH OH sorry uhm” You clear your throat, freddy’s face had a bit of concern mixed with dismay

“Of course we could do that! Sorry it was just a..surprise is all.”

The kids jump for joy and start chattering about everything they need to get ready.

Freddy pulls you aside while the others discuss plans with the kids, as well as trying to get them to calm a bit

He looks into your eyes, the same look as before on his face.

“Are you really ok with this y/n, you seemed unsure”

You put a hand up, cupping his face

“Yes of course silly, I was just in a little shock, a GOOD shock, don’t worry”

His ears perked back up,

“Ah ok, well, let’s get to it then!”

Word got around about this ‘Wedding’ amongst the other staff, and they wanted to actually help out.

They all chipped in to get you and freddy amazing (but not overly expensive) outfits..

As decorations are being made and you are both getting some touch ups before going to change, Freddy seems off, almost looking sad.

“Hey what’s up sugar bear? Everything ok”

He sighs

“Well…even though this is just meant to be for fun, I would have loved to have seen Bonnie up there next to me”

You nod, knowing how he is still grieving the loss of his best friend.

An idea pops into your head

“Hey…I have an idea, ok?” You poke his nose, “Don’t worry…he’s going to be here, in some way”

A small smile returns to his face

“If you say so, thank you My superstar” He kisses your forehead

“Alright you guys it’s time to go get dressed! Now both of you go separately to other rooms!” Chica beams, and you both head off into opposite directions.

While you are both getting dressed, other positions are being filled. Gregory is given the role of ring bearer, while Sun is the flower girl. A regular staff bot is given a script for being the ‘priest’. While everything is being put into place, A staff member brings in a Bonnie Bowling cut out.

“Uhm..someone asked for this?” Chica runs over and thanks her. She places it on the decorations table and winks at the kids.

While getting ready Roxy walks up to you “Alright, looking good! You got your vows ready?”

You stare. Shit you had forgotten about the vows. What were you going to say to him? He does mean a lot to you, but…oh wow this is all happening so fast and- “Ah…ok so that’s a no. hey..don’t worry about it. Just say what comes to your mind when you get up there, remember..it’s all for the kids so it’s not a huge deal.” She pats your arm “You got this champ, I bet he’s just as unprepared, actually knowing him, he’s a mess right now” She lets out a big laugh as you chuckle with her

Suddenly the door bursts open “STARTING SOON! STARTING SOON WEDDING!! WEDDINNNNGGG!!” Sun bounces about as he runs into the room.

“Woah woah Sunny…calm down.” You walk over to him and hush him.

An announcement is suddenly on the overhead speakers

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and girls, please come into the main stage area and be seated for the wedding of Glamrock Freddy and y/n!”

“Well…there’s our cue, you ready to do this?”

You smile

“Y…yes”

As you are behind a booth in front of the aisle, you take in big breaths.

Being this nervous over a faux wedding seems ridiculous and at the same time understandable in your mind. It might as well be the real thing when you think about it. You have no doubt in your mind that, despite being who or what he is, Freddy is the one you want to be with. Plus you consider everyone here part of your family.

The music starts to play over the speakers, Sun starts to dance down the aisle and pass the many kids, their parents, employee’s and worker bots, Throwing beautiful flower petals (your favourite colour, same as your bouquet) down the aisle. Monty and Roxy walk down first, her giving you a wink before starting off. Chica runs up, almost late with the Bonnie cut out “Sorry..about that..so what do you think” She turns it around to show that they have painted a nice suit onto Bonnie and you smile. “He’s going to love that…now c'mon your turn!!” You push her out with the board making her stagger and the audience giggle, she then walks with it. Freddy lets out a chuckle at the sight, but his heart aches, in a good way, knowing you were thinking of him.

It was finally your turn. You breathed in and out.

“Remember, it’s pretend…you got this…”

The music changes to “A thousand years” (Chica’s pick) and you step out.

You walk down the aisle slowly, a fellow staff member holding your arm. You wave at the kids and their parents, who, surprisingly, seem quite fine and are smiling…well most of them anyway.

You finally bring yourself to look forward and see Freddy. He’s standing in a nice black suit, staring back at you smiling, causing you to grin back.

Finally getting to the altar, feeling like it took an eternity, you stand in front of your boyfriend looking up at him. You notice tears in his eyes. He whispers. “You…you look so..amazing..my sweet..” You blush very hard “You look very handsome yourself Sweet bear”

The bot starts the ceremony, not an overly long religious one but shortened and to the point.

“And now…the vows, Freddy you may go first”

He clears his throat, and takes a deep breath

“I know we have not been together long, but I feel as though I've known you almost all my life, since my creation. And while some may think it..weird…or unheard of for something like me…an animatronic, falling in love with a human, I do not care. Because in my programming, as much of a robotic system it is, I still feel love for you, and I know it will continue to grow for years to come, no matter the weather, no matter the day. I, Freddy Fazbear, will love you, y/n”

A couple sniffs are heard in the audience, you as well are tearing up at such an emotional thing for him to say. Right then, you know what your vows are going to be.

“Alright, y/n, your vows now” the bot gently nudges you

“ Ah yes…” You sniff and he wipes a tear off your cheek

“Freddy, I agree that some may think our relationship odd, Unrealistic, unnatural, But I too, Know deep down in my heart, that I love you, and..-”

You look towards the crowd..then back at Freddy

“Freddy you are my destiny…cheesy to say and.. I…you know what, this was meant to be just a little show, not real but…does it have to be fake? I Love you Freddy Fazbear, So what do you say, let’s make this a real wedding. I mean we are already here right? Will you be my Husband?. Because if your vows are truly how you feel then-”

“YES” Freddy holds the side of your face, his blue eyes beaming and tears pouring down his face, Chica and Roxy cheer with the crowd and Monty gives a thumbs up and a smile.

“Well, then, if everything has been said, the rings?”

Gregory steps up with the rings, He smiles at both of you.

Freddy places the ring on your finger, kissing your hand afterwards. And you do the same.

“Now, I present to you all, Mr and Mx Fazbear!, you may kiss!”

The big bear picks you up effortlessly and bends you down into a big kiss, both of you still crying, the crowd clapping loudly.

As you both walk back down the aisle, Vanessa is seen at the back of the crowd.

“Hey…congrats” She slightly smiles and nods, both of you nodding back.

With the wedding over the after party begins, all the chairs are moved out and food and drinks moved in. Pizza, of course. The first dance starts off, Perfect by Ed Sheeran, another great pick from chica.

As you slow dance, looking into each other's eyes, Both of you realize this is perfect, everything. “I love you so much y/n.” “I love you too, Freddy”

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