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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 23- American Hustle Life Episode 6

Chapter Summary: Jennie is bombarded with questions about Kevin. As part of Team R&B, Jennie tries to improve her vocal skills and calm her nerves when Iris requests her to sing an emotional song

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----- Walking out to the pool, Jennie found Jungkook stacking floaties, on top of each other, and slowly getting on top of them.

"I really wanna push you off that." Jennie kneeled at the edge of the poolside, where he tried to hold his balance.

Alarmed, Jungkook grabbed her hand when she attempted to push him. "Jennie, don't you dare!"

In a fit of laughs, she tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let her. She shrieked when his strong hand pulled her to him, making her land on top of the mat. Luckily for her, she stayed on with him and didn't fall off. Only her legs got wet.

"Now, you're stuck with me. Maybe I should push you off." He teased with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Hardy har har..."

As they floated around, she started to enjoy it. "This is fun! How are we not falling off, right now?"

"Beats me. Just don't push me off! You'll regret it!"

"Don't push ME off."

"Hm...I'll think about it."

"Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah! Yah, stop, really! Stop!" J-Hope scolded from inside, watching them in the pool.

"Jungkook! Jennie! You don't have any extra clothes!" The stylist rushed outside, looking nervous.

Jennie (Adults always ruin the fun~. Let us live a little. It's just water.)

Safely out of the pool without getting anything else wet, Jennie headed over to Jewel, to chat with her. While they talked, Jungkook and V with a pair of green sunglasses, approached them.

After putting Jewel's sunglasses back on her eyes, V smiled. "Your sunglasses, I borrowed them."

"Better?" Jewel asked while posing for him. Turning to the camera, that Jungkook was holding, she blew a kiss. "You guys having fun?"

"Oh, my God!" Jungkook shouted in a nervous voice and started backing away. Taken aback by his sudden mood change, Jennie covered her mouth as she tried not to laugh at his freakout. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry."

'Little Jungkook running away because he's shy'

"HAHAHAH! He's so shy!" Jennie looked on.

"Hehehe, is he like that with you, too?" Jewel asked.

"Actually, not really. I think he's stunned by your beauty. That's probably it."

"Aw. I bet he's stunned by your beauty."

"Nah~. It's you."

When Jennie walked back over to the blue chairs, Jimin and Jin hastily approached her, with Jungkook right behind them.

"Jennie, did you allow that guy to kiss you?" Jimin asked out of nowhere.

Shooting him a "Where did this come from!?" facial expression, she shouted, "Huh!?"

"Did he do anything else?" Jin added, in a serious voice as he crossed his arms.

"Do you like him?" Jungkook asked.

"Do you think he's cute?" Jimin pestered. "Does he think YOU'RE cute?"

"Has he asked you out? I want answers!" Jin demanded.

"Are you two dating?" Jimin exclaimed. "Are you dating!?"

"Do you like him?" Jungkook pressed on.

"Is there something going on? You always smile so hard for him." Jimin pointed out. "You like him, don't you? Why did you cheat on me?"

Eyes widened, she sputtered, "Ch-cheat on you? I wasn't aware that we were dating! When? Where?!"

"Yes, we are dating! We've been dating since I told ARMYs that JenMin is real! You broke my heart. How could you?" He held her hands and got close. "I thought we had something special, my Jennie! I cannot withstand this heartache! I shall get my revenge!"

"Hyung!" Jungkook grabbed him away from her.

"Jennie, did he ask you permission to kiss you?" Jin pestered. "Does Jin need to have a talk with the young man?"

Rubbing her temples as she watched them bicker, she attempted to calm them down. "Oh my God! We're just filming! Jeesh. Nothing is going on. We're just acting for the camera! If you think we're dating, then it looks like we're doing a good job, acting!"

"Good. Very good. I'm glad we cleared that up." Jimin uttered with a sigh of relief. "Because someone was freaking out."

"Yeah, someone that's you. Jimin, everything is fine."

"Where'd you meet him?"

"At the skate park. I approached him, we talked about skateboarding. He showed me the basics of riding the-"

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! He showed you what?"

"Yes, I thought I heard that, too. He showed you what?" Jin questioned.

"What's that, Suga? I'm coming!" She called out and ran inside.

"Wait, Suga didn't call for you! Jennie! Get back here! We're not done!" Jimin went after her.

Jungkook, high on his tail, he shouted, "Hyung! Leave her alone!"

"Leave my daughter alone!" Jin went after the boys.

After the filming was over, Warren G announced Team Step Up as the winners, commenting on how J-Hope stood out the most.

'The next day'

'The same time at their dorm while the other teams are meeting up with their masters'

Tony arrived to see V and Suga playing a basketball video game while Jen & Jungkook also sitting on the couch.

"Yo, yo, yo, what up! What up!" Tony greeted as Nate also arrived at the place.

"Tony!" She stood up and hugged him.

"What's up, girl?"

"Just chillin."

"What are ya'll doin' man?" Tony looked at the guys continuing to play the video game.

Suga pointed to the screen. "NBA!"

"Come on, press pause. Pause the game, pause the game." Tony demanded while Nate blocked to TV.

"Everybody else is out there with their tutors making things happen. And what ya'll doin?" Nate asked.

"We gotta find y'all a tutor."

"We gonna give y'all some hints."

"Your R&B tutor." Tony handed them a card.

"Find the master of R&B." Suga read. "Okay, the first keyword is white house."

"Besides Jennie, y'all know what the white house is, right?" Nate asked

"The place where Obama is living in." V answered with his boxy grin.

"The second keyword is sister act 2."

"SISTER ACT!?" Jennie jumped up from her seat. "That movie is a classic!"

"Exactly. It's an old movie. From the 90s." Tony mentioned. Shifting his eyes to the guys, he asked, "You ever heard of Whoopi Goldberg?"

"She has no eyebrows. Dreads?" Jennie spoke up and they still didn't know.

Once Tony shows them a picture of her on the iPad, they finally remember.

"I know! I know!" Suga shouted.

"Hyung, you know who Goldberg is right?"

"GOLDBERG!" Suga and V stand up and pose

Face palming, Jen murmured, "Let's not go WWE in the dorm, please."

"When did this movie come out?" Suga read. "1993! It's a movie that came out when I was born?"

"Yep!" She nodded. "Joyful, joyful Lord! We adore thy!" She started singing and clapping in her seat.

After watching some sister act videos, they look up the last hint, Iris Flower.

"Iris Stevenson or something?" Tony looked on. "It's a name."

'Sister Act 2 is based on a true story of Iris Stevenson, where Whoopi Goldberg took her role in the movie. She also worked alongside with Stevie Wonder, Mariah Carey and Whitney Houston'

"Gospel." V looked on

"So, in Sister Act 2, Iris was the actual person of the main character?" Suga asked.

'Is she that tremendous of a person?'

Jennie (To be able to meet and work with Iris Stevenson...I'm so grateful for this opportunity! Gospel! I'm about to go to church!)

Arriving at the place where they'll be meeting Iris, Team Trouble and Team Fierce find her playing the piano and singing with a small choir.

"Hey, heeeey!" Iris happily greeted.

"Iris?" Jungkook asked

"Yes." She beamed

Grinning, Jen excitedly said, "Oh my gosh."

"I'm the one that's happy to see you! Nice to meet you."

"Ah, nice to meet you." V shook hands with her.

"You are so amazing, this is an honor, thank you for having us." Jennie grabs onto her hands and shook them

"Thank you, sweetheart."

"I searched up a lot about you, Iris teacher, by looking you up. So, there were so many things that we wanted to ask you." Suga mentioned to her.

"Awwww, I'm happy, I'm happy. Thank you."

Jennie (She's so filled with joy. I love her bright attitude. It's infectious!)

"One question, are you, perhaps the actual character from the movie Sister Act 2?" V asked

"Yes. I'm very happy to have been the inspiration for Sister Act 2."

"Wow~"

"You've taught those students like in the movies. With what heart, did you teach them?" Jungkook asked

"I love students. I love kids, I love young people. Everywhere. I want to hear you sing. Jungkook. I want to hear you sing." Iris turned her attention to him.

Jungkook decided to sing Jason Derulo's Marry Me and then Iris guided him to hit the high note.

Jungkook (Honestly, when I was a trainee, I liked singing but since the teacher kept telling me to practice, I didn't want to sing. I just wanted to sing however I wanted to. So, I just thought to myself, 'I should keep on practicing by just being consistent with this feel'.)

Next up was V and he decided to sing Michael Buble's Home.

'When it comes to singing, this guy is serious'

'It seems like Iris also fell for V's voice'

He got an applause while Iris oh'ed. "Soulful."

"Thank you." He grinned.

"I like that. What I like, you have my attention. I want to hear more. I like what I hear." She complimented

V (Ah, I felt so sorry, my throat wasn't in good condition. And I felt bad that I couldn't show her everything I got...to her.)

"Jennifer. It's your turn. I want to hear you sing." Iris gestured with a smile, waiting patiently for her to begin.

"Okay." She cleared her throat and took a deep breath, deciding to sing If I ain't Got You by Alicia Keys. "Hm...hm hm." She started humming softly.

Some people live for the fortune...

Some people live just for the fame

Some people live for the power, yeah

Some people live just to play the game

Some people think that the physical things

Define what's within

And I've been there before

But that life's a bore

So full of the superficial

Some people want it all!

But I don't! Want nothing at all!

Iris started nodding her head, watching her sing. Jennie sang smoothly despite being nervous in the beginning.

If it ain't you, baby

If I ain't got you, baby

Some people want diamond rings

Some just want everything

But everything means nothing

If I ain't got you, yeah

"Wow. Beautiful. I like your voice. It suits the R&B style."

"Really? Thank you so much!"

"We'll work on your voice being shaky in the beginning. Don't be so nervous. And sing out more."

After more constructive criticism of what she should work on, Iris performed Oh Happy Day, making everyone jammed out.

"Oh, happy day!" She sang. "If you love the Lord say yeah!"

"YEAH!"

Jennie (God, I missed this. She gives me so many church vibes.)

V (Goosebumps! Goosebumps were all over my body! It's not that she just showed us but like, let's enjoy it together. I think I got that kind of feel.)

Suga (I honestly enjoyed it. It's been a while, being able to smile that big in front of music. It's really been a while where I felt like I went back to my younger days.)

Jungkook (It was touching. It was an experience that made me rethink about a lot of things.)

After watching the guys get their vocal lessons, Iris called her over to the piano. "I want you to sing alone. Not with the boys. I have a song for you to sing."

Stomach dropped, Jennie stammered, "A-alone?"

Jennie (I was looking forward to singing oh happy day with the guys but she wants me to sing a different song? What can I possibly sing, solo? I'm not ready solo.)

"I want you to sing Note to God."

Jen (She wants me to sing...N-Note to God? THAT song!? That song is POWERFUL. Iris is giving me high expectations for this. But I don't think my voice is strong enough.)

"Th-that's a powerful song. How am I supposed to compete against Charice?"

"There will be no competing. Don't think about singing the song just like the singer sang it. Make the song your own. I hear the soul in your voice. I believe you can do it. I know you can do it. Let's get to work."

The session went on successfully as Iris gave her pointers on not to be nervous when she starts to sing and the first note needs to grab the audience's attention.

"Start softly, and work your way up, make your voice higher. But keep the passion." Iris advised as she started playing the piano.

If I wrote a note to God~

I'd pour my heart out on each page...

I'd ask for war to end

And for peace to mend this world...

I'd say...

I'd say!

Taking a quick deep breath, Jennie followed her advice and sang out strong, adding some hand motions as she started feeling the song.

Give us the strength to make it through

Help us find love, cause love is overdue

And it, seems like so much is going wrong

On this

Road~

We're on...

If I wrote a note God~

I'd say, please help us find a way...

Stopping abruptly while Iris kept playing the piano, Jennie cleared her throat, feeling tears sting her eyes. "S-sorry." She turned away, trying to wipe her tears as they kept coming. "Sorry, I didn't mean to cry."

"No, it's okay. You're being real. This song is emotional. You're feeling it." Iris replied in a soothing voice, understanding her actions.

Jennie (I felt like I couldn't do it. The song was just so passionate, I couldn't stop crying. How can I sing this song if I keep crying?)

Iris turned to the cameras, gathering everyone, together. "They must get this. I know, I can see them with a direction. They will have it. It doesn't take them a long, long, time. They learn." She snapped her fingers quickly.

Jennie (For her to have so much faith and confidence in me, to sing a song like this has given me strength to continue practicing, to try to perfect the song. I hope I can make her proud. She's an amazing person)

Suga (After seeing her in person, I felt that she was a really nice person.)

Jungkook (It was really touching to see her working for us.)

'Next Day'

Jungkook played around on the piano while waiting for Iris. When she arrived, she happily greeted the four of them. Before practicing, Iris warmed them up with their vocalization.

"Do I also have to rap in that high note?" Suga asked, earning a laugh from Iris.

"Everybody clap your hands!" She shouted in a high pitched voice, joking around with him. "No, no, haha!"

When it was Jennie's turn, Iris went over the song with her, and they focused on the ending. "The ending needs to leave an impact. We're going to work on that high note."

"We can't do it on our own!" She sang in a steady, high voice. "So~!"

Taking a deep breath, she sings the last note, "If I wrote a note to...God~"

Iris nodded. "Good, good. But I know you can take a deeper breath, to hold in that note. Keep the note, you faded out, too quickly. Let's try it again. Breathe all the way through, and hit it. I know you can do it."

"If I wrote a note to...God~"

As she kept the last note, longer and higher, Iris looked on, smiling widely. "Yes! Yes! I like it! That's what I want. Beautiful! Keep that high note as long as you can!"

"Phew. That actually felt good."

Jennie (My high note, still needs work. I don't really do high notes, so this is a whole new experience for me. I never used a high voice to sing before, but she's shown me that I can do a lot with singing.)

"On the day before we leave, we're having a concert. So, this is our invitation for you." Suga handed her a note which had the details of their concert.

"Wow!" Iris looked at it.

"We would love to have you." Jennie smiled.

"We will greatly show you what we learned from this lesson at the concert," V added.

"And I will hit the high note, just for you."

"Excellent!" Iris smiled and hugged them. "Keep working. Thank you~."

Jennie (Miss Iris is a wonderful teacher. Her teachings will stay with me, for life.)

V (Iris teacher is the best. She really gives us a lot of love.)

Jungkook (She has a motherly heart and she's a very warm person, so, while we were practicing, I was always happy and practiced hard. If there's another chance to meet her, I definitely want to show her my singing, again.)

Back at the dorm, the members discussed the lessons they had while they all were individually scored to perform their lessons. After Jin and J-Hope beat box, and Rap Monster & Jimin show off their B-Boying, Team R&B showcased their singing.

In the end, the guys decided to give them a 90 and 40, laughing that they were in last place. Not amused, Team R&B stood there in disapproval.

Jennie (A 40? We did way better than a 40! No fair!)

"Namjoonie hyung was going to give you guys close to 100 points but I erased that and gave you 40." Jimin confessed with a sheepish smile.

"Oh, really...?" She let out a dry laugh.

"Yeah. Sorry. My team can't lose!" He giggled.

"Oh, you're sorry? Sorry, huh? I'll show you, sorry!" She attempted to lunge at him.

Her sudden movement made him flinch but he giggled louder when he saw Jungkook's arms around her waist, holding her back while V laughed.

"Sorry, Ennie~" He teased.

"You guys suck, for doing that!" She accused. "We were fair for you!"

Standing up, Jimin skipped around, adding fuel to the fire. Escaping his arms, Jennie snatched him by the arm, pulling him in for a tight headlock. Loud cheers and laughs were heard from those around her while Jimin begged for mercy.

"I'm sorry, what? What was that? I can't quite hear you." She teased over his pleas.

After they settled down, it turned out that Team R&B was declared the winners after fair judgment and Jimin's team was the losers.

"The winner of this competition gets to smash the loser, in the face." Nate presented a can of whipped cream and paper plates.

Jennie (Oh...Oh yes...prepare thyself chim chim.)

"DIBS! I wanna do it to Jimin!" Jennie raised her hand while Jungkook started spraying the whipped cream on the plate.

"That's too much! Hey, hey!" Jimin tried to stop them

"Wanna do it together?" Jennie turned to Jungkook and he nodded, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Let's do this." She chuckled evilly.

Jimin got on his knees, while Jungkook and Jennie kneeled in front of him.

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

Both teens smash the plate in Jimin's face. Adding insult to injury, Jennie smeared the plate all over his face.

"Yeah~" Jungkook high fived her while Jin laughed out loud,

Next up was V who prepared to smear the plate of whipped cream in his face.

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

V stopped halfway, and out of curiosity, Rapmon opened his eyes. Caught off guard, his face met the plate full of whipped cream.

Jumping up and down, making a mess as whipped cream splattered on the floor, Rapmon shouted, "I'm going to kill, you all! AHHWAHHHH!"

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nameless-shrimp · 4 years ago

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BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS || SATORU GOJO

Request: i was wondering if i could request a best friend to lovers with gojo? completely up to you regarding if it’s a one shot or headcanon! i don’t have anything too specific besides that! maybe some angst to comfort bc i love to make my heart ache a little.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x GN!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sexual content (close friends to FWB to lovers).

Type: Headcanons / small one-shots

Notes: Nonnie, you love to make my heart warm with this. Writing Gojo Satoru... well, it is truly my specialty, hehehe. I hope you like this one! This is actually pretty bad in my opinion but I hope you like it nonetheless!

Satoru would consistently ask to get into phone calls with you whenever he had the free time to do so, and that even meant when both of you were students together at Jujutsu High. It was difficult having to have him cling onto you but you liked it deep down.

Satoru purposefully left missions early or avoided meeting with Yaga-sensei in order to take most of the time to train with you. It always led to him beating you and you scolding him for going too hard on you but without a doubt, he’d loved every bit of training and bickering you’d gnaw at him.

Most of the time, there was a lot of sexual tension between the both of you. Clearly, everyone saw it; Utahime found annoyance and disgust with it though she did make a bet with Suguru about whether you and Satoru would have slept yet.

The consistent flirting that Satoru would act upon you and the physical gestures of him throwing his arm over your shoulder and the tickles he’d give on the back of your neck was an obvious sign he was into you—or really, he just loved to annoy the shit out of you.

“You’re coming home early tonight, right? Let’s hang out or maybe I should sleepover.”

“For once in your damn life, Satoru, please be quiet.”

Satoru would take you out on trips—or well, you thought they were dates, but he said that both of you were simply hanging out. Sometimes it’d be a trip to the bakery and having bubble tea while both of you talk about your day or a drive through the city, which was peaceful.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that you were falling for your best friend. He was witty but charming all at once. You hated him yet you loved him as a close friend and you were falling in love with him now. The moment he looked at you and your hands almost touched while you were both gazing up at the stars as he talked about how exhausted he was being the strongest and all that, you were falling hard.

Truth be told, you loved his annoyance. It was too much, sometimes, but as the both of you got stronger—in reality, this meant to you getting a little bit stronger but he was always superior to you—and more mature as months went on, you had grown fond of his annoyance. The days where he didn’t pester you with text messages and phone calls since he’d be out on trips overseas or start teaching as a sensei for Jujutsu Tech made it a bit unbearable and lonely sometimes.

The more time that Satoru had to take care of for himself, he became bolder yet he managed to be so quiet at the same time. Sure, he always fooled around with you, maybe teasing you in front of Principal Yaga (which was embarrassing to have your old sensei and now principal watch these scenes unfold), but it always seemed as if he was hiding secrets.

Every time you asked him what was wrong and you always encouraged him to come to you, he’d do so, but it wasn’t long until both of you actually started sleeping with one another. And, yeah, he was really good in bed, but when time progressed, he became softer and gentler with his touches.

Whenever you asked him why it always seemed like he was hiding something, he’d tell you that you were overreacting and that you needed to not overthink things. But Satoru was your best friend for so long, and after all, it was difficult to not see right through your best friend.

When you explained to Satoru that you wanted to stop all of this curse exorcising and wanted to live a ‘normal life, he didn’t argue with you. Although, this made both of you a bit distant from each other. It was hard at first, but Satoru didn’t like the idea of Nanami consistently giving you the most company, even though you were both working together now.

There was a time where Satoru ignored you for a good amount of time. He didn’t answer your texts or even your phone calls, he didn’t mean to hurt you in this sense, though he found himself falling for you harder as well too. But he couldn’t ruin the friendship you both had; the strong connection you shared with him.

Satoru had to admit to himself that he loved the sex, yeah, but he loved being able to be around you. They were the only moments when he could have the option to kiss you, hug you tightly with so much affection in his heart, and talk about how beautiful you were even if it meant that you’d smack him on the face afterward because you were just always so playful and that’s how you were.

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It was difficult to maintain a close friendship with Satoru.

Not because he was outrageously witty and flamboyant with his high and mighty powers, but it was more so that you were falling hard for your best friend. Whom you had grown up together with at the same school; the same one who would knock you down during every bit of training that you’d get, and you’d scold him for offering such a weird demand since you knew every time he requested to train with you, Satoru would easily win every time.

When he became a teacher and you had recently quit Jujutsu Tech, you decided to work with one of his other friends, which was Nanami Kento. However, his job was absolutely draining, but it definitely beat the consistent outings of exorcising curses and you preferred to live a life as normal as possible without having to put yourself on the line.

During work, as of at that moment, your feelings were soaring at the sight of Satoru’s name popping up on his phone. Nanami consistently lectured you with the tough personality he had, claiming you could easily find someone more suitable for your tastes, but he always let it go.

“Enough being a child,” Nanami scolded you, eyes scanning through the newspaper in his hands. How could he find the old articles to be so fascinating? “Tell Satoru how you feel.”

“Or what?” You cocked a brow before taking a sip of your coffee. “You’ll tell him yourself?”

“I’m not in elementary school. Both of you are adults here, or at least, I thought,” he sighed, shaking his head. “I am tired of him texting me of your whereabouts. It has gotten to the point where I had to block his number but I couldn’t due to the higher ups’ and their needs of exorcising curses.”

“Sounds like a real bummer for you.”

“You seriously have no idea,” he responded, avoiding eye contact before turning a page of his newspaper. “Now tell him that you have feelings for him.”

“Nanami,” you sighed, placing your cup of coffee on the table in front of you. Both of you were on your lunch breaks, which ironically, most of the time you both decide to take it together so you wouldn’t feel too lonely. “You make it sound so easy.”

“You’re the one making it difficult.” He huffed.

“Come on,” you shook your head, placing your hands out in frustration. “How do I approach it?”

“Y/N, I am not going to answer that question since you already know the answer to it.”

“Nanami.”

“Lunch break is almost over,” Nanami quipped, checking his watch.

You blinked at him. “It has only been like ten minutes.”

“It’s mentally over for me,” Nanami spoke before standing up and making his way to the door.

You furrowed your eyebrows at the tall man who was casually making his exit from the conversation you were both sharing. “Hey—Nanami, you ass! I thought we were supposed to be helping each other!”

“Language, Y/N, we are working,” he shook his head before slamming the wooden door.

“We are on break!”

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Satoru continued to drag on this act where it became the usual of seeing each other, having casual small talk, have sex, and then he’d be off the next day. The idea of that strong friendship slowly became a ‘friends with benefits’, and then, it hurt you more than you imagined.

At one point, Satoru got lectured by Nanami over the phone about you and him being complete children and it was about time to confess his feelings—or vice versa, or really, both in this sense—because he couldn’t stand your constant worries at work. (Really though, Nanami just cared for you, and he was tired of seeing you sulk in pain).

So, finally, Satoru decided it was time to open up about how he felt.

When Satoru asked you to see him at his place or have him go over to yours, it didn’t take long for him to flash over to where you were and have both of you meet. It was difficult, seeing him the way that he was, and he looked lost in his eyes though they were hidden beneath the blindfold that he wore.

The night was still young, streetlights were flickering, and the wind was chilly. Both of you stared at each other in silence before both of you had decided to open your mouths at the same time and speak simultaneously.

“I need to tell you something.”

Both of you spoke, and before you knew it, you both let out a loud, boisterous laugh that echoed throughout the park that you met up Satoru. It was charming, it was an enjoyable moment and you felt your knees weakened at the thought of you having that small spark of connection together.

It made your heart flutter, but the time was now or never.

“So,” Satoru grinned, almost as if he grew a large amount of confidence not too long ago. “Shall I go first or should you?”

“I mean,” you gritted your teeth, fighting back the nervous ticks. (But you gave in and then fidgeted with your hands anyways. God, this was harder than expected). “I don’t know where to start.”

“Neither do I,” Satoru’s grin faded into a soft smile before he took a few steps closer to you.

His smile began to fade which made your heart drop quickly; there must’ve been something cold or terrible he had to say. The look Satoru made was not something you enjoyed seeing, and nonetheless, you were a subject to the expression on his face. Overall, this was difficult to witness, and this didn’t help the shakiness of your hands.

“What we’re doing…” his voice trailed off as he tilted his head. And—why do the cute gestures have to be so heartwarming in a serious atmosphere like this? It was illegal for him to act this way. Definitely.

“You mean… the sex?” You questioned; you knew the answer. Of course, you did. But you wanted to clarify anyways.

“I don’t think we can keep it going, Y/N.”

And—this was it. The moment of truth. You felt your face become heavy, and not the way that you’d hoped for. “I mean, I get it. We are all gonna be with someone and fall in love and well, yeah, you get it.”

“I don’t think you get it,” Satoru responded as he untied the back of his blindfold.

Within a matter of seconds, his blindfold fell to his hands and his bright, blue eyes were charming its way to your gaze. A smile grew on his face and he cupped his hands on your cheeks, letting his thumbs flutter over your blush.

“W-What do you mean?” You asked, suddenly forgetting how to breathe at his sudden touch.

“I like you a lot,” Satoru smiled. “I always have, ever since we were young and dumb and well, I guess we are still pretty young and du—”

You couldn’t help but flick his forehead for that, completely ruining the moment.

Satoru grunted, not minding that he completely turned off his Infinity for that. “Okay, okay. But Y/N, I like you. A lot. And I seriously do. I’ve fallen for you pretty fucking hard.”

You didn’t expect yourself to fall into his arms, inhaling the scent of his cologne and before he even had the chance to say something at your immediate reaction, you placed a kiss on his lips, feeling that strong connection build-up. It wasn’t so empty anymore; it had more sense to you to act this way once the feelings had suddenly been returned, and although, you hadn’t opened up about how you felt, the action said a lot more than it needed.

You felt him smile against the kiss and then to your surprise, he tightened his grip on you and held you up in the air, allowing yourself to laugh out loud like a happy child, and the audible sound coming out of your mouth was heartwarming to him. He missed hearing that laugh; only he could make you laugh so hard to the point where you knew you’d wanna hit him for being annoying yet you loved it at the same time. And—all in all, your heart couldn’t take anymore.

“I like you too,” you chuckled as he finally set you down and both of your foreheads met. “I like you a lot. I always have to.”

“How could you not?” Satoru cheekily grinned before you raised your hand up to smack him. “I—hey, am I wrong? I did have a feeling you have always liked me.”

You ended up smacking him anyways.

And, well, no. He wasn’t wrong.

#gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru imagines #gojo satoru headcanons #shrimp hc #shrimp os #jjk imagines #gojo satoru

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skylerscull1 · 3 years ago

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The Witch’s House “Sharing Is Caring, Viola.” Prompt (fanfic teaser)

"I... suppose your kind nature has rubbed off on me..." I said softly as I combed out my new beautiful golden braids, "....Viola." testing the name out on my tongue like I do so often, I glance back in the mirror to the legless, eyeless lump laying upon the bed. I smile, "And my cruelness yours." I add smoothly.

With a graceful spin around the room, I breath in the fresh air, making my way to Viola's side and sitting daintily on the edge of her bed- my bed. I reach out a hand with a gentle smile and pick up her hand in mine, "Doesn't this remind you of old times... Best "Friend"." I giggle, "Hehehe." I raise a hand to muffle the joyful laughter, "I am so glad I convinced your- oh forgive me, my father not to shoot you. Now we can be together forever. Just as it was meant to be, me and you." I coo softly, brushing a gentle hand through the purple hair that was once mine and now hers.

Her hand around mine twitches, and I smile, "Oh, you're awake?"

"...gghee... iff... ...bbhh... akh..." Viola coughs out weakly in my old weak useless body, empty sockets gazing out into my cold green eyes as she grasps tightly onto my arm, "...hh ...helh... pp..... ...pleh....zz..." she huffs out through her ruined throat.

I smile back at her softly and slide my hand from her hair to cup her cheek, "You gave it to me, remember Viola? I'm not giving it back, aren't you grateful I let you live?" I say lightly, patting her cheek before sliding out of her hold and standing up, brushing the curtains aside to let the sunshine in, "If it wasn't for me your father would've killed you like the monster you are." My eyes tear up as I gaze out into the setting sun, "Thank you so much, my "friend", for this opportunity. If it wasn't for you I'd never be able to set a foot outside. I love your body, I'm not leaving it, just as you won't be leaving mine." I close my eyes, a pleased peaceful smile on my new face that was once hers. I hold myself, hugging myself as I simply feel the fresh air on my unbruised skin, for the first time in forever I didn't feel any pain.

I turn back to her, gazing at her with a sad look in my eyes, "I'm not in pain anymore. You're such a kind, selfless friend. I know it hurts in there..." I say softly as I approach the bed once more and capture her hand in both of mine, "You can get through it though, I'll be by your side just as you were by mine. The pain will lesson, you will get used to it. Just let me have this, Viola... my "friend"."

Viola looks back at me, empty and unseeing, "...eeelll...ann... ...fwri...nnn..." she coughs before slowly surrendering back to sleep, blissful peaceful unconscious.

A sad look crosses my expression, "Oh, asleep so soon? A pity, Viola. I was hoping to play some more." I sigh, let her hand slide from mine back onto the blanket and sit up from where I was kneeling by her side. I brush off my dress, "I'll go play with father instead.... shall I "friend"?"

#writing prompt #writing #creative writing #the witch's house #viola #ellen #Sharing Is Caring Viola #my writing

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oldfashionedmoth · 4 years ago

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Fred and George do QVC

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It was a bright, sunny, Saturday afternoon, and Harry Potter was stuck inside folding laundry. He stared longingly at the window, wishing he was anywhere but here. Lately, he had been feeling listless and filled with ennui. His life at the Dursley’s was considerably less exciting than his life at school. Albeit, he didn’t have a crazed, nose-less, master wizard, trying to murder him here; but even that might have been an improvement, to the boredom he had felt all summer. He glanced across the room at his Aunt Petunia, who lounged on the sofa, half asleep. He wondered if she’d notice if he escaped outside, for a breath of fresh air. Uncle Vernon had just left, with Dudley and his friends, to see a professional football match. This was one of the numerous birthday surprises his aunt and uncle had lavished their son with. Harry would have liked to had gone too, but he was told “the laundry wasn’t going to fold itself.”

“If I were allowed to use magic outside of school, the laundry certainly *would* fold itself.” Harry thought bitterly.

The TV chattered away in the background.

“…and just so we’re clear, these are dishwasher safe?”

“Yes, that’s right, Antonella. The Scrub Daddy is absolutely dishwasher safe.”

“And remember, you’re getting 12 of these! Order code 63528, when you call in.”

“Yes, and just quickly…because I know we are running out of time… I wanted to show you that the design for these is not just a smiley face. These are fully functional. Put your two fingers in the eye holes like so, and it stays on your fingers. That’s going to be fantastic for getting inside of mugs, cups, you name it.”

“Wow! that’s ingenious!”

The presenter turned and addressed the camera directly, holding the item for sale.

“Look! Here is what you’re getting, guys. And this packaging! Ah! This custom packaging is exclusive to QVC, guys. And, all this could be yours, for 4 easy payments of $7.49. Amazing!”

The camera zoomed in, on the presenter’s face.

“Coming up, we have a couple of young entrepreneurs, showing us their latest confections. I’m sure we all know someone with a sweet tooth. Just wait till you see what these boys have in store for us today. But first, make sure you get your orders in for the Scrub Daddy. These things are selling like hot cakes!”

The shot cut to a pre-recorded infomercial, for Scrub Daddy sponges.

“Hmmph!” Aunt Petunia snorted “I should order some of those for you, so you’ll stop ruining my pots!”

Harry muttered under his breath “Well, if you fixed the dishwasher, instead of using me as your personal slave, I wouldn’t have to scrub the pots.”

“What was that?!” snapped Aunt Petunia, “You ungrateful little brat! After all your uncle and I have done for you; taking you in, like we did, after your parents…well…You should be ecstatic that I even offered to buy you anything!”

In a huff, she snatched the remote control off the coffee table and turned up the volume.

Harry put the folded laundry in the basket and stood to bring them upstairs.

“Up next, we have twins Fred and George Weasley, of Weasley Wizard Wheezes, here with us today. Welcome boys!”

Harry froze, gobsmacked. Much to his disbelief, there was his best friend’s older brothers, peddling their wares on QVC. One was wearing an evening tailcoat, which was neon orange with lime green polka dots. His trousers were also neon orange, but with a lime green tuxedo stripe running down each leg. The other twin was wearing the same tailcoat and tuxedo trousers, but in inverse colors to his brother. In contrast to the loudness of their jackets, both boys were wearing black cravats around their necks, giving them a ‘Victorian Regency on acid’ kind of look.

“Thanks for having us, Antonella. We’re happy to be here!” said one of the twins

“Remind us to buy a pack of those Scrub Daddies, before we leave.” said the other, “Our Dad would get such a kick out of them. Sponges with smiley faces. What a concept! Haha!”

His brother leaned into him, and theatrically whispered “We don’t need them ourselves. We can just use Malfoy’s head.” He held up two fingers in a sideways peace sign, and pretended to poke his brother in both eyes. “His hair is great at soaking up grease.”

The twins snickered together, as the presenter, unperturbed, carried on with the sales pitch.

“Fred and George have brought with them some of their Skiving Snackbox candies. Now, judging by the names of some of these, I think these would be perfect as a novelty get-well present, for someone in your life who’s been feeling a little under the weather. There’s something for every ailment. We’ve got ‘fever fudge’, ‘fainting fancies’, ‘nosebleed nougat’ and last but not least, ‘puking pastilles.’ Hehe! Now, what made you boys come up with this concept, for these sweets?”

“Well,” said Fred, “they’re not exactly for someone who’s already sick."

"That could result in some disastrous side effects.” quipped George

Fred turned to the camera and added “Always read the labels, kids!”

George continued, “They make you temporarily ill, if for example, you wanted the day off work. You pop in a fainting fancy. Bob’s your uncle-Fanny’s your Aunt, suddenly your GP has prescribed you a day of bed rest.”

“Oh, but totally 100% all muggle, I mean natural. 100% all natural.” Fred interjected

“Yes, definitely nothing magical about these candies at all.” George agreed, with a sheepish grin.

“Oh, I get it!” exclaimed the host, “That’s just like the Natural Herbal Detox Tea, we had on the show last month. This may be TMI, but I swear I was on the toilet for a week, after that segment! Hehehe!”

Fred laughed and said, “Now would be a good time for me to tell one of my poop jokes.”

George replied “Nah, they always stink!”

“Hey-oh!” they cried, while high-fiving each other.

“You know what you needed?” Fred asked the host, “The Skiving Snackbox’s companion product, ‘You-No-Poo’. Guaranteed to cause crippling constipation in less than 3 minutes!”

“The constipation sensation, that’s gripping the nation!” exclaimed George

“Well, being conscious of time, lets move right along.” Antonella said, “Our viewers at home are probably wondering ‘but how do they taste?’ Let’s find out, shall we?”

She popped a candy into her mouth, and immediately started retching.

“NOOO!” the twins shouted in unison.

“You’re not supposed to eat the whole thing at once!” lamented Fred

“You’re only supposed eat half!” followed George

“The antidote is in the second half.” continued Fred

The poor unsuspecting host began urging in a rhythmic way, “Blech...Blech...Blech...Blech...”

“Oh no!” wailed George “I think she’s stuck in vom-limbo.”

“Both sides of the sweet must be working against each other!” added Fred

“It’s simultaneously trying to make her be sick, and also keeping any sick from coming up.” George concurred.

Panic-stricken, Fred started rifling through his rugsack. He began removing items and throwing them behind him. A roll of parchment; a quill; various bottles and vials; a bowler hat; a cup of tea, complete with saucer; a set of fireworks, which exploded upon impact with the floor; a broom; a Yorkshire pudding; a literal kitchen sink...

Between urges, Antonella asked “How...blech...did...blech...you...blech...fit...blech...all...blech...that...blech...in...blech...there?”

“Never mind that now! Here, eat this!” bellowed Fred, shoving the found antidote in the host’s mouth.

Finally, the retching stopped, but with it came a lengthy spew of vomit across the set, with such ferocity it rivaled Linda Blair in the exorcist. The show quickly switched to camera angle “B” to avoid broadcasting Antonella’s lost lunch to the viewers.

“I think it’s best we...uhh...take a little break,” the presenter said shakily, wiping tears and vomit from her face. “ugh... Up next we have Ken Oschipok with his beautifully iridescent Ammolite and White Zircon silver rings...ahh...oh...just a second, my producer is telling me something...”

She touched her finger to her ear, turned away from the camera and hissed into her mic “What do you mean you can’t find the rings? A Platypus? Are…are you sure it was a platypus? How did a platypus get in here, and why would it steal our merchandise?”

Fred and George exchanged worried glances.

The presenter looked back to camera, with a wide grin plastered on her face, “Sorry guys, we are just having a little bit of...umm...technical difficulties. We’ll be right back wi...OH!”

Suddenly a red envelope swooped down out of nowhere, flicked Antonella across the nose and stopped abruptly in front of the twins. A loud but shrill voice echoed throughout the studio.

"FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY! OF ALL THE COCKAMAMIE STUNTS YOU’VE EVER PULLED — MUGGLE TV? YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU! IMAGINE MY SURPRISE WHEN I RECEIVED A CALL FROM RITA SKEETER, ASKING FOR A QUOTE FROM THE DELINQUENTS’ MOTHER — I NEVER — IN ALL MY DAYS — YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK ~ AGAIN! AS IF THE MINISTRY HASN’T BEEN FACING ENOUGH BACKLASH, AFTER THAT NIFFLER GETTING LOOSE, NOW THIS? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? YOU TWO COME HOME THIS INSTANT!!!"

Once the assault on everyone’s ears subsided, the presenter unsteadily staggered out of shot, with her hand on her forehead, murmuring “I think I need a nap, or a drink, or both”

The screen cut to another pre-recorded infomercial; a cheerful rock jingle began to play.

You wanna skip class, but not look like an ass? If you want an excuse; What have you got to lose? You better show some moxie, Grab a Skiving Snack Box-y From Weasley- Wizard - Wheezes!

Harry stood slack jawed, in the living room, transfixed by what had just played out on the tv in front of him. Clean laundry scattered around his feet, from where he’d dropped the basket.

“Bloody Hell! Those crazy troll bogeys!” He thought with a grin. A shocked guffaw escaped his throat.

Aunt Petunia gave him a scandalized glare and shrieked “I suppose you have something to do with this?”

Harry scooped all the laundry into his arms and dashed upstairs before she could chastise him any further. Although, he imagined any tongue-lashing Aunt Petunia could give him, would pale in comparison to the dressing down the twins were probably getting, from Molly Weasley, right now. She is one fierce boss-witch.

“Oh, to be a fly on the wall at the Burrow, right now” Harry said to himself, with a chuckle. “I can’t wait to hear the details from Ron!”

#Harry Potter #fred & george weasley #skiving snack box #weasley wizard wheezes #qvc

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ticklish-touch · 4 years ago

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I’m With You in the Dark

Last year, I made a poll seeing who would be interested in reading a story about my tickle monster Rags meeting my favorite character in Deltarune, Jevil. Even though I got a very positive response overall, I... chickened out. :’D I've always felt very self-conscious about writing fanfics, especially ones involving my OCs with canon characters. I grew up with other weeb friends who thought fanfic in general was very cringey and taboo. But at the end of the day, as long as people aren't writing about shipping real-life people or kink shit with minors, they have the freedom to write what they want if it helps them express themselves. Ever since last year, Jevil has become a very important character to me. There are hundreds of wonderful creative interpretations of him and his possible backstory; and, as someone who has depersonalization spells, existential thoughts about reality & the universe, enjoys making other people laugh even at my own expense, and a chaotic inner voice that constantly tells me "AREN'T YOU TIRED OF BEING NICE, DON'T YOU JUST WANNA GO APESHIT??" this little gremlin has become a comfort character; one that I also highly enjoy cosplaying. And, frankly, what better year to post a story about nihilism than 2020? 👍 So, this is just a "what-if" scenario, if someone else besides Gaster with some degree of omniscience was able to show the poor jester that there's more to life than just waiting for the Void to take over. And if anyone takes anything away from this, I just want it to be the hope that things will get better. You are allowed to be hopeful, and happy, and make positive connections with people even if you've had harmful experiences with people over past mistakes from either side. We're in this together; you aren't always going to be alone, your suffering won't be in vain. This, too, shall pass. So please, stay determined. Happy Halloween, everyone!! 🎃 🦇 👻 🤡 Story below the cut!

The mischievous Nightmare felt a peculiar pull at his mind as he lurked through the foggy darkness in search of another playmate: A chaotic soul resonating with nearly as much feral playfulness and craving for laughter as his own. But there was something...Off. This mind, this essence, was splintered and broken, re-mended into something different... A shadow of its former self. Joy and mischief and enthusiasm for the world, replaced by existential dread and loneliness...

The silent cry for help brought Ragaeli to a reality he'd never been in: One of the many infinite parallel dimensions to Earth that existed in the endless void of spacetime. At a brief glance, he could see there was a race called Darkners. They seemed to be the joy of childlike imagination brought to life; living, breathing checker and chess pieces, puzzle pieces, stuffed toys and squeaky mallets and lego blocks.

And, within a card castle not unlike the story of Alice in Wonderland, deep within a huge cell locked by powerful magic, a rotund little jester with a black and purple wardrobe was bouncing about, creating myriads of dazzling diamonds, spades, hearts and clovers. He appeared to be an imp with a J-shaped tail, a round noseless face, pointy ears, deep black pits for eyes and serrated, lemon-yellow teeth stretched into a smile as he laughed gleefully to himself.

The Nightmare split open a doorway of crackling energy, leaping through, landing on the indigo striped ground with a THUD. The floor was very plush and unsteady, like the inflated floor of a bouncy castle. "Weellll now, it sure seems like a party in here~ But what kind of party only has one guest, hmm?"

Immediately, the small jester jumped, his head launching out on a spring coil like a Jack-in-the-box. "AIYEEE-!! What, what?! Who are you? Did...Did you escape too??" He glided over to the tall figure, eyeing him over. At first, his lips twitched and seemed as if they were going to form into a frown. But instead he responded with a forced grin. "Uee-hee hee, I see, I see... It seems they've finally replaced little old me~!" He bounced up on his tail to flick playfully at Ragaeli's chest bells, spiraling around him to tug at his flaps, hair and spandex. "Hmmm, not bad~ And you can't go wrong with being a stripey lad; I guess the Kings have some taste after all! But where is your hat?? A jester with no hat is like a witch without their cat!" He glided around behind Ragaeli and his eyes widened. "A hand on your tail?? Now that's just excessive!!" "I must say your rhyme scheme is really quite impressive~" Ragaeli giggled, his head turned 180 degrees to look down at the jester. Jevil couldn't help but giggle too. "Uee hee hee, why thank you, thank you~!" He hovered upside-down in front of the larger monster, summoning a deck of cards, shuffling them up. "The tales must be true, that each suit has two. A black and a red...I always assumed the other must just be dead!!" He snickered, making the cards disappear up his sleeve, then turned back upright, folding his arms, his purple tail lashing about behind him like an agitated cat, his tone twinged with jealousy. "Well since they've decided that red suits their court more, you'd better not be a bore! To replace me is to replace the wittiest of all the players in this castle full of nay-sayers!"

"Hehehe, now, don't get your tail in a twist, I'm no replacement," Ragaeli playfully flicked one of Jevil's bells. "Name's Ragaeli, but you can call me Rags, Ragdoll, Ragtime, Rag-Tag, just don't call me boring, heheh~ I'm not even from this world, you see. Would you believe me when I say there are other worlds out there? Other dimensions?" Jevil giggled at all the nicknames, then his face lit up, his annoyance quickly shifting to curiosity. "Oh yes, yes, I know it to be true!! He chuckled. "Your world, it is a game too? Or is it more "real" than what we can perceive?" Ragaeli raised an eyebrow. "A game, hmm? I suppose you can say that," He smirked. "My world is, in a sense, "Not real" as well. Not to the people of Earth anyways. It's thanks to their thoughts and emotions, their hopeful desires in the depths of their darkest thoughts, that I exist at all. And because of that," His grin turned devilish and he rapped his fingers together in a comically villainous fashion. "I can appear to any of them that I want. I can play all kinds of games with them~ I have no limits to what I can do in my realm, and Earth itself is my playground, a game that will never end~"

The jester listened with fascination, then cackled again, seeming elated as he bounced around in midair. "Oh I'm SO happy!! Someone else finally sees!! There is another who's been set free!!" Then his giddy tone turned to a snarl. "THEY didn't believe me!! THEY were all blind, blind!!" Magic energy crackled around him. "I ONLY wanted to HELP them!! I only wanted them to be privy to the danger, danger they would face if they didn't try to free themselves of this pointless rat race!!" Ragaeli's brow furrowed. "Who's them? Who put you in here? A jolly little hellion like you shouldn't be locked away like this, 'specially if you think your castle's in danger." Jevil quickly shook his head, puffing his chest out indignantly. "It is not I that has been locked away! They chose their own prison, they dug their own graves! The court wouldn't listen, they didn't want to play, and now for their bullheadedness THEY'RE the ones having to pay!!"

The Nightmare latched onto the images flashing through Jevil's mind, learning bits and pieces about the royal court that ruled the dark castle. It definitely appeared that things were in disarray, and the court jester's loneliness bubbled into a well of resentment... The continued rush of memories manifested into the image of a strange entity that came to the jester before his imprisonment: A ghostly creature, cloaked in inky blackness, with large round holes in his skeletal hands and a twisted grin frozen on his skull-like head, a single white pupil glowing out from the cracked eyesockets with a sickly light. Even the Nightmare, who had seen every hellish iteration of fear and hatred, knew that this...thing, was bad news. He existed, yet was nonexistant. He was fractured across all of time and space, yet remained trapped unmoving inside the Void. He was filled with hopelessness, bitterness, egoism, an unyielding ambition to drag anything and everything down into the same all-consuming darkness. An unfortunate victim of his own hubris, now a sociopath with cold disregard for individual worth except the desire to dissect everything and everyone he could latch onto. And it happened that Jevil, who craved mischief and adventure and purpose in his seemingly small role in the kingdom, was the latest test subject. Ragaeli's hair stood up on end and a low, near demonic growl rumbled in his throat. "And what, exactly, did this thing show you?" The growl made Jevil gasp, stopping him in his tracks, looking up at the large entity with trepidation. "H-He showed me everything, everything!! He showed me the beginning, the end of all things, he showed me the truth of this world and all worlds in the cosmos, that nothing is as it seems, nothing means anything, but because anything can be nothing, nothing can be everything--" "Alright, enough, I'm stopping you right there, Lovecraft," In a swift movement, he tugged the rim of Jevil's hat over his face. "YEEE- H-HEY!!" The frazzled jester fixed his hat, puffing his cheeks out at Ragaeli, his tail whipping about even more wildly. "Whoever this Wing-dinged handy-man is sure isn't very handy if all he can do is fill your head with nihilistic nonsense," Ragaeli stuck out his tongue. "Sounds like someone who had a rotten time of it is now trying to ruin everyone else's fun." "No, no, not at all!!" Jevil leapt on top of Ragaeli's head and perched like a cat. "Because of him, I can have more fun than I ever thought possible!! You'll see, you'll see!! They're bringing back the key!!" He giggled madly. "Three visitors, all questing in vain to bring an end to a game that doesn't matter, and once I am back inside their world of lies I will spread my truth everywhere and everyone will thank me!!" He cackled. "But first I should thank you for keeping me company~" He leapt off and glided in front of the Nightmare. From the center of his dark eyes, yellow irises began to glow brightly. "It's been so long since someone has lent an ear, so I'll show you my favorite game~" In a flash, he launched a glowing diamond, sharp as a sword, at the speed of a flying bullet into Ragaeli's stomach.

But the diamond disappeared on contact. Instead of yelping in pain, Ragaeli shrieked and doubled over as the energy shot a ticklish burst through him. "GYEEEE-HEEHEE!!" Jevil looked baffled. "...What, what?? Laughter?" He tilted his head, summoning a spinning barrage of clubs that shot at Ragaeli's legs, chest and sides like machine gun ammunition. And again, the Nightmare was bombarded with a barrage of ticklish electricity, causing him to crumple on the plush floor with cackling laughter. "AIYEEE-HAHAHAHA!!" After the sensation wore off, he continued to let out giddy laughter as he saw Jevil's incredulous expression. "WHOOO-WEE, now that was a good one!!" Jevil couldn't help but snort back his own laughter at the Nightmare's comical reactions, but he seemed even more puzzled. "Is someone ticklish, ticklish? That isn't how I'm trying to play, but it makes things interesting, needless to say~" He giggled a bit. "But then...How am I supposed to play my game if you've got no numbers to claim??" Ragaeli shook his head, jumping up into the air to recline as if laying back on a sofa. "You silly little imp, do you really think that's the only way to play with others? Taking this "HP" until they're gone for good? What would you do then when there's no-one left to have fun with?" He gave a pout. Jevil shook his head quickly. "No no, they're not really gone!! Weren't you listening, listening?? It's all a game!! They can come back!! Losing is just a minor setback~!"

The Nightmare raised an eyebrow. "And how do you know that?" "Because the Stranger showed me!! He can mess with the code, he can change--" "How do YOU know that?" Ragaeli barked. "Forget about him, can YOU bring them back??" Jevil shrugged. "Perhaps, perhaps not, but if they lose then that's just how it goes~ Such is the way of this game we all play!" The Nightmare rolled his eyes. "So... you wanna play by the game's rules, huh? How boring."

The jester's malicious snickering immediately stopped, and he stiffened up. Ragaeli narrowed his gaze, prying at the jester's mind a bit more. "What is it you've said? You can do anything? So why not shake it up and take this game into your own hands? If you're really free, then PROVE it!"

For once, the manic jester took pause.

"Think about what it is YOU want in this game we all call life!"

Jevil lifted a gloved finger, unable to answer at first. Then his bright yellow irises faded again. "What I want...?" He lowered his head. "What I want..." A quiet giggle bubbled up from inside him. "I just want them to be free, free with me..." He hovered higher, seeming to vibrate with an intense magical aura, and raised his arms. The room began to spin around the central pole, as if it were revolving around the world's axis. "To break their cage and create a NEW stage, where everyone can play, play to their heart's content!! Free from this kingdom of rules and lies!!" He snarled. "I want them to PAY for making me play in my freedom all alone, every night and every day!!" He bellowed. Carnival music began to emanate from all around them, starting quiet then gaining in tempo. "I want them to say, "To HELL with rules, I will break these chains and embrace the chaos, CHAOS!!" He laughed maniacally, and from every curve of the rounded ceiling, more of his symbols appeared; Hearts, diamonds, spades and clubs, all aimed at Ragaeli, launching toward him like speeding bullets. The Nightmare answered with his own giddy laugh. "Ohhh, how interesting! Well then, let's play for a while and I might just help you make your wish come true~!" He nonchalantly bounded away from the trajectory of the magic, dodging, swooping, teleporting and even dancing and pirouetting away. Occasionally they would hit, and once again he would shriek in surprise and burst into laughter. "GYAAAH-HAHAHAHA!!" Jevil giggled, no longer bothered that his attacks weren't causing any 'HP' damage. "I wonder; How long will it take before you finally break~?" The Nightmare smirked dangerously. "I could ask you the same thing!" His hair suddenly jumped to life, tendrils leaping forward and bombarding the jester's chubby belly, sending electric pulses of ticklishness through him.

"UEEEE-HEE-HEEEE!!" Jevil shrieked with laughter and flailed for a moment before poofing himself to the other side of the room. A bright purple blush filled his cheeks and he clutched his belly, gawking at Ragaeli. "N...NO FAIR, NO FAIR!! IT WASN'T YOUR TURN YET!!" Ragaeli giggled. "You really think a tickle monster is gonna play fair? Now what's the fun in that~?" Jevil huffed and his pout shifted to a malicious grin. "Uee hee hee; Fine, fine, I also won't play fair!! Let's see you laugh about THIS!" With a flash, he summoned a large ornate striped sickle, teleporting close and taking a swift swing at Ragaeli, catching him in the middle of the striped pattern on his leotard. The Nightmare's torso came clean off his legs, not with any blood or guts but with a cartoonish POP. "WHOA!! Caught me off guard with that one, took my top clean off ya did!!" His tone went cockney, and he grabbed his legs and re-attached them as if he'd been de-pantsed.

Jevil balked, then doubled over backwards with laughter. "HYEE-HEEHEE HAHAHAH Oh my stahahars, you're a fun one, you are!!" His scythe disappeared with a flash, a new wave of glee bubbling up in him. "You really are like me!! Your body cannot be killed!! That means you can stay here and play as long as we want!! I'm so THRILLED!!" He laughed with jubilation and raised his arms, and from the walls emerged a bizarre set of carousel horses, with the bodies of rubber ducks, all of which began to circle rapidly around the room. "Go ahead, hop on~! But better watch out, these horsies have a mean bite~"

The Nightmare snickered and dove into a cartwheel, throwing himself onto the back of one of the figures, which tried to toss him off like a bucking bronco. "Piece of cake, I've wrangled a few horsies in my d-AAGH!!" He was swiftly knocked off by a flying duck ramming him at full force, sending him careening into the spinning walls of the room. He bounced off of the squishy surface and lay crumpled in a heap, cracking up with hyena-like hysterics. Jevil, too, giggled hysterically at his opponent's prat-fall. It felt so grand to finally have someone to play with again!!

And so, their antics continued. Jevil came at Ragaeli with everything he had, and the Nightmare almost effortlessly parried it away with his meaty hands or flexible limbs. As Jevil revealed more and more tricks up his sleeve, from his ability to shapeshift into his own scythe, to a downright unfair barrage of clover-shaped bullets, Ragaeli revealed that his tail could multiply into three, which crackled with red sparks; They lunged forward and managed to ensnare the manic jester, slithering against his round belly and backs of his knees, even slipping one of his shoes off to entwine their prongs between his clawed toes. "AIYEEE-HEEHEEEE UEE-HEEHEE NOOOHOHOHOOO-HEEHEE!!" The ticklish shock to his system surprised the jester enough that his head launched out on its spring coil, before retreating back for him to grab the ends of his hat and hide his flushed face and goofy smile.

The Nightmare snickered fiendishly at his reactions. "What's wrong~? Surely the court-appointed master of laughter can handle a little tickling?" The playful taunting just flabbergasted the thrashing imp all the more. Not because he hated it; but because he, the clever jester with an unholy amount of magic energy had never been so easily bested by something that wasn't a physical fight... And on some level, it was thrilling. It felt so good to laugh with such passion; Real, true laughter, instead of a hollow imitation of happiness. Being unable to focus on anything but their game, on the consequences of each other's "attacks", took his mind off the dreadful, existential thoughts that plagued him, and made him think that maybe, just maybe, there was more to his and this world's existence after all...

But in the meantime, it was his turn, and he was ready for revenge. He poofed himself out of the nightmare's tendrils and re-appeared underneath him, turning his scythe into a rubber mallet to send Ragaeli flying up near the ceiling. He smiled wickedly, summoning a barrage of attacks that started to morph into vaguely hand and feather-like shapes. With a clap of his hands, they rocketed up to the Nightmare, burying into his belly, ribs and armpits, slithering down the wide collar of his leotard, trapping his ankles into cuffs so that they could saw between his toes and whirl against his soles like fuzzy sawblades. The onslaught caused the monster to howl and screech with hysteria, thrashing and swatting at the symbols in vain. "GYEEEE-HEHEHEHEHEH WHY Y-YOHOHOHOUUU-HAHAHAHA~!!" Jevil giggled devilishly. "Uee-heeheee, what's wrong, what's wrong~? You're the Tickle Monster, are you not? Or were you lying all along? Can't handle being at the wrong end of your own fiendish plot~?" Ragaeli snarled in his laughter, attempting to swat at the jester with his tails. "GRAAHH-HAHAHAH SH-SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUP YOU L-LIHIHITTLE-!!" And yet, despite his protests at the unbearable attack, the Nightmare's laughter, too, resonated with excitement and elation. It echoed through the vast cell, emanating with such unbridled joy and wild abandon that it stirred something inside of Jevil. Something...Warm, and oddly reassuring. And finally, from the depths of the jester's scrambled mind, memories started to return to him...

He once knew laughter as well, and more than that, making others laugh. The four Kings, laughing at his antics in the court; young Rudinns and Jigsawrys and a baby Clover, all laughing gleefully at his dazzling displays of card symbols, dancing ribbons and fireworks. The dancers in the halls laughing as the court jester pulled prank after prank on the uptight dolt Rouxls Kaard. The Spade King, telling him how eager he was for his son to be born, so that Jevil could teach him how to spread joy through the kingdom. And Seam, his dear friend, letting out a rare gem of laughter whenever he said a silly joke or snuck up on the wooly cat and tickled his sides...

Before long, Jevil's magic was no longer set to kill mode; a fact that wouldn't have affected the reality-bending Nightmare made of laughter either way, but others caught in the crossfire would no longer be in danger of a "game over". His will began to shift, and now his projectiles were imbued with the overwhelming urge to make their target crumble into a heap of elated laughter. Perfect. Ragaeli grinned gleefully, snapping his fingers and poofing himself out of the hold of the magic symbols, standing to face Jevil, folding his arms behind his head. "Well now, seems like something's getting through to that polyvinyl noggin of yours--" That brief moment was all Jevil needed to re-appear behind him, lunging to rapidly scribble his fingers and prod his tail along Ragaeli's belly, snickering to himself. "You so easily let your guard down!! I thought I was the clown!!" "GYAA-HAHAHAHA!! TH-THAT WAS ON PURPOHOHOSE!!" Ragaeli slithered his pronged tail up to scribble against Jevil's 'neck' and pointy ears, sending him flying back on his spring-coil with a yowl.

Jevil wasn't sure how long their game went on. Minutes, hours, days? Time never meant much of anything in his personal freedom; But now, he never wanted it to end. If those three adventurers did ever come back with the key, this would be quite the sight to walk in on... Before long, though, the jester's 'attacks' were weakening, and his large tongue hung out with panting breaths; it became harder for him to levitate, or to tap out from the tickle monster's ruthless attacks; Ragaeli could sense his growing fatigue and eventually stopped, letting Jevil collapse to the bouncy floor.

"H-Hee-hehehe...That was fun, fun!! But enough is enough, you tired me up!" He giggled, but his grin turned to a pout. "But I don't want to sleep yet, I still want to play with everyone, everyone..." "Ohh, I think that can be arranged~" Ragaeli's hand sparked and crackled with magic, making Jevil instinctively squeak and flinch. But he shook his head. "Hehe, don't be worried~ This will give your energy back." But he closed his fist and extinguished the magic. "But hear me out first. If you play to take away everyone's HP, they won't want to play with you. They'll just put you down here again." Jevil snorted and folded his arms. "Well at least I wouldn't be caged in their prison again, again..." Ragaeli could still sense negative thoughts plaguing his mind.

Not real. Meaningless. Trapped. Just a game. Not wanted, not needed. Afraid of me. They'll leave me again, again. Seam will leave me again.

At the very least, these thoughts weren't as loud as before, and were being dulled by the hope that perhaps he could be welcomed back by everyone... Ragaeli narrowed his gaze and snuck his hair tendrils over to prod along his round belly and sides again. "UEEE-HEEEHEEE!!" He rolled over to the other side, hiding his flushed face again. "Heheh, come on now, no need to hide that face every time I get a laugh outta you~" He managed to tug the jester's hat off, revealing short, dark curly hair and a small pair of horns. Jevil gasped, his eyes going wide and he reached over frantically trying to grab his hat back. "HEYY!! Just because you forgot yours doesn't mean mine's up for grabs!!" Ragaeli chuckled. "Relax, you'll get it back, if you listen to me first. There's no use letting those thoughts get in the way of your fun, now is there? Even if you live your life 'confined' with the others, at least you'd still have playmates, right? You still have the chance to make amends and show your friends you're not going to let your story end. ...See, now I've been hangin' around you too long. You're turning me into a natural poet~" The sulky jester couldn't help but snicker. "Even if I did, even if they want to be my friend, I can never see this world the same way again, again..." He trembled. "The vision, the prophecy... The skies will darken, the world will crack, the calamity will sweep away all in it's path...No matter how many broken bonds we try to mend; Whether we play or flee, everything will end!!" He choked back a wail, hiding his face in his palms, his pointy ears drooping back.

Ragaeli rolled his eyes and sighed loudly, scratching his head thoughtfully for a moment. "Look; Of course things aren't gonna be the same. Of course things end someday. That's the point of LIVING!" The Nightmare barked and jumped up, causing another loud THUD as he stooped over on his haunches like an agitated mountain lion. "You change and you grow and you LIVE, despite how tiny or messed up you think your existence is. You CHALLENGE anything or anyone who tries to tell you that you can't find your way outta that dark tunnel. Fake? Real? Who CARES?? You're HERE! Your life is only meaningless if YOU choose to live it without meaning!!" Jevil peeked out from under his hands as the deity ranted. He then scoffed, taking his tail and fiddling with it as he avoided Ragaeli's eye contact. "That's easy enough for you to say. Your existence, your world, isn't made to be a game for OTHERS to play."

Ragaeli calmed down a little, patting his hair sympathetically and tweaking one of his horns. "Listen, Jev-In-The-Box. You're right about one thing. You can't change the circumstances that brought you into being. And sometimes, that really sucks." He frowned. "It sucks for those little mortals who have such little control over the society that keeps 'em prisoner. And even for someone like me...I can't change the fact that I come from a world that wouldn't exist without mortals. Any Nightmare can disappear in the blink of an eye if they aren't remembered by enough people." "Really..??" Ragaeli nodded. "That's why some of 'em try so hard to be remembered, even if it means playing with humans like cats torturing mice before they eat 'em. And I can't make them value life. But I also can't let them freely roam the world that imagined us up, or reality as we know it would fall apart. I can't even stay in other timelines or realities too long or I risk fading away for good." Jevil listened curiously, a hint of a concerned frown crossing his face. The deity shrugged. "So I just make the best of it, y'know? I have fun showing other people that their world isn't as small and hopeless as they think." The thoughtful expression left the entity's face as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a devilish grin. "So YOU had better not let me catch you moping about in those gloomy thoughts of yours again," he poked Jevil's plush belly, making the jester squeal and bat his hand away. The Nightmare snickered. "And if I see you trying to end other people's game instead of finding ways to make laughter and excitement a part of your reality... Then I WILL be back, and I'll show you what it really means to be ticklish~" He narrowed his gaze and cracked his knuckles loudly, his body emanating with an aura of electric energy, his hair tendrils raising into the air like cobras poised to strike, wriggling their fingers and forming into bristles.

Jevil shrieked and quickly scrambled back. "YEEEP-!! ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALREADY, I GET IT I GET IT!!" The jester first pouted at being told what to do. But something about the strange monster's words...Felt to be true.

Ragaeli chuckled, his hair calming back down. "Of course, that doesn't mean there's no fun to be had in a bit of harmless chase," he flashed a devious grin. "You can make them pay, without making them go away, so that way you can all play again and again~ The eventual catch can be the best pay-off of all~" The implication of the tickle monster's words started to sink in. A Grinch-like smile started to spread across the imp's face as terrible schemes came to his mind. He could play a game of 'Surrender' with anyone, anytime, and they wouldn't have to lose their HP over it. It could be one big game of hide-and-tickle, or tickle tag, or a test of endurance, or another way for the King to interrogate outsiders about Lightners... Sensing that his thoughts had changed their tune, Nightmare gave him back his hat...And transferred a surplus of magic energy fueled by laughter, adrenaline and mischief to replenish his strength.

Jevil gasped as if surfacing for a breath of fresh air, then giggled and sprung to his feet. "Fine, you've won me over, I hope you're happy! But I think we'll have to wait until the Lightners return with that key. Once they do, I'll wreak havoc in that boring little prison of theirs and this Joker will be the one to have the last laugh~!" He giggled fiendishly and rubbed his hands together, bouncing impatiently in place.

Ragaeli smirked. "Hehe, no need to wait for a key. Prisoners break themselves out all the time, so why not just break in~?" He hopped over to the door, grasped his large hand around the bars, his hand emanating with crackling magic again... And the lock popped open with a click. Jevil went slack-jawed. "Wowee!! You really are strong! I can't even best Seam's magic enchantments at full strength!" he then cleared his throat. "That isn't to say I couldn't have broken in all along. I just didn't want to is all," he shrugged and stuck his tongue out. "So now it's time to say...SO LONG!!" He cackled maniacally and shot like a bullet out of the door.

When he flung himself from inside the cell, he saw the three travellers from earlier, now gawking up at him incredulously. "W-What the-?!" Susie and Ralsei's eyes went wide. Jevil instantly pounced them, rapidly bombarding them with scribbling fingers, rapid pokes and his tail slithering between their limbs. Shrieks of startled laughter answered him, even from the quiet, stoic one. They were too preoccupied with trying to flail away to notice the jester snatch the key out from under their noses. As soon as he had it, he stopped and hovered above them. Susie panted for a minute. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?! I'LL KILL YOU FOR THAT!!" she snarled, brandishing her axe. "H-How did you get out?!" Ralsei questioned. "I thought you needed the key??" Jevil merely answered with a wild grin, focusing his power in his hands until the key sparkled and crackled with his magic...And shattered into hundreds of tiny shards. Without another word, he rocketed up the winding stone steps, laughing incomprehensibly. "WH...WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" Susie shouted. "I don't...think that was supposed to happen..." Ralsei scratched his head through his hat. Kris just shrugged, and Susie grumbled. "We went through all that shit just to get the key and he didn't even NEED it!! I'm getting real damn sick of this stupid castle!!" She pounded the handle of her ax into the ground, huffing loudly. Ralsei frowned. "Well, don't worry about him. I think it's time we go find Lancer, yeah?" At this, Susie calmed down a little, sighing. "Yeah, you're right. We've kept him waiting long enough. Some mystery prisoner isn't any of our damn business."

It was already too late, regardless of whether the heroes tried to go after him. The jester's second reign of chaos was swift and sudden. He ricocheted through the castle, his manical laughter echoing through every hallway, his bursts of magic visible like fireworks in the distance, his devilsknife and his magic attacks shapeshifting into other "weapons" like giant featherdusters, scrubbing brushes and makeshift hands. At first the guards were horrified that the infamous prisoner had escaped. But once they were reduced to shrieks of laughter and pleading and apologies, and Jevil declared victory before bee-lining to his next target and eventually leaving the castle, the denizens of the Darkner world were left flabbergasted, nervous, and perhaps even amused and curious to see if this "dangerous criminal" would return for more...

Ragaeli watched the commotion smugly as he started to fade back to his realm. "Oh dear, it appears I've created a monster~"

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You make your way back down the elevator and stairs. You double-check your items, use the save point, and.... What the hell? The dungeon door is gone! Is this an easter egg of some kind? Did the game glitch out? You check your items again... The key is gone too. Okay, something must be wrong. Before you make the decision to replay the whole game just for the hidden boss, you head back to Seam. Maybe talking to him again will re-trigger the events needed for fixing the key?

But when you go inside the "Seap", it isn't just Seam anymore. The secret boss, Jevil, now has a full sprite, grinning gleefully at the player.

[ * UEE HEE HEE, WELCOME, WELCOME LIGHTNERS! SO SORRY WE DIDN'T GET TO PLAY, PLAY. MAYBE ANOTHER DAY! ]

You talk to Seam first, triggering his usual dialogue about how Jevil ended up in the dungeon, and how the heroes would eventually have to face the Knight. And, interestingly, an additional bit of dialogue explaining how the heroes just missed Jevil's "escape", and how his reunion with his old friend was filled with a great deal of laughs... Talking to Jevil afterwards brings up more dialogue. You ask him how he got out of the dungeon.

[ *YES, YES, I SUPPOSE I SHOULD EXPLAIN THAT KEY. I HAD ANOTHER STRANGER COME TO ME! ]

[ *BUT THIS ONE DID NOT MAKE ME FEEL SO AIMLESS. IN FACT, HE SHOWED ME THAT I WOULD HAVE MADE QUITE A MESS! ]

[ * THIS MAY ALL JUST BE A GAME, AND YOU... YES, YOU OUT THERE...]

His sprite momentarily came closer, his yellow irises seeming to bore right into you through your screen...

[ * -MAY HAVE MORE SAY IN WHAT RIGHTS WE CAN OR CANNOT FLAUNT. BUT I THINK, EVEN IN THIS PRISON, WE CAN STILL BE HAPPY, HAPPY, AND PLAY AS MUCH AS WE WANT! ]

[ * WHO IS REAL, AND WHO IS NOT? I DON'T THINK THAT MATTERS ANYMORE, ANYMORE. ]

[ * THAT SILLY RED MONSTER, WHO LAUGHS AND LAUGHS AND REMINDED ME THAT THIS WORLD DOES NOT HAVE TO BE A BORE...]

[ * THE STRANGE WORDS HE SAID HAVE STUCK INSIDE MY SPRINGS. NOW MY VIEW ON THIS WORLD HAS BECOME JUST A LITTLE LIGHTER... ]

[ * AND I'M CURIOUSER, AND CURIOUSER, TO SEE WHAT THE FUTURE BRINGS~! ]

#tickle fic #jevil #fanfic #tickle monster #monster boy #jester #clown #tickle fanfic #tickling #male tickling #tickle story

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imtrynnawriteshit · 5 years ago

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Jacob Frye x Female!Reader (2! Looks like I’m actually going through with this! Hooray!)

Oh wow it’s been uh a while

This is v conversation heavy? Is that how you describe things??

Well, it is now hehehe

Something I forgot to mention the last time: the slang that I’m using is not entirely period appropriate? I mean, it somewhat is, but I’m also mixing up years and classes of people who used them (because I cannot be arsed to sit and sort everything out class and period wise)

If it seems like I only stick to a couple of letters worth of slang, that’s because I’ve only just gotten to ones that start with D. It’s a whole process and I’m lazy

Also, I know absolutely nothing about business and I like to think I can be clever, so if the whole thing just sounds way too dramatic, I’m srry, I cannot business at all

But I tried and that’s what counts, right? :D

Hope u enjoy luv u

Words: 1608

Warnings: One (1) damn, not properly edited (maybe I’ll do it l8r though), might get v pretentious (I’m trying to channel my inner Victorian) :((

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed (Syndicate)

Characters: Jacob Frye, Reader

Relationships: Jacob Frye x Reader but like, still business-y (as if I know what that means)

Fortunately, you'd managed to avoid Mr. Starrick finding out about your unexpected little detour. Rather unfortunately, though, your driver seemed to have left town - you'd seen neither hide nor hair of him for the past week or so.

Not that you had the time to look for him, of course. You'd been entirely focused on building the company up again, regaining all the profits you'd lost after Pearl's death, so much so that you'd even forgotten Mr. Frye was due for a visit.

Until he showed up in a manner suited to one of his particular disposition.

You'd visited one of your friends that afternoon for a cup of tea, briefly putting aside the contracts and accounts you were constantly pouring over. Your departure soon after found you feeling lighter, the tension not weighing down your shoulders for once.

Though you did your best to counter it, of course. God forbid it ruin your posture.

Mind immediately wandering to the paperwork you had left, you approached your carriage (which, despite having been discreetly sent off to get fixed up, still bore a few scratches from your misadventure). The new driver already held the door open, arm extended to help you in. It was only when you glanced at him, nodding your gratitude, hand firmly in his grasp, that you realized it wasn’t, in fact, your recent employ.

It was Mr. Frye.

You let out a rather un-ladylike groan as you sat down.

"Please tell me you didn’t scare this one off too. I can't exactly afford the habit of interviewing for drivers."

His eyes widened in mock-innocence before he shut the door, getting on to the bench and taking the reins, all the while running his mouth about how he'd "never" and he was "appalled" you thought so little of him.

Good heavens.

"Yes, alright, but will he be back?"

"He'll meet you at Trafalgar Square in an hour," he sighed, urging the horse into a steady trot.

You frowned, "But that's only five minutes away."

"Which gives us fifty-five to talk, doesn't it?" he said, sounding rather exasperated. You chose to ignore that, instead peaking out the window, trying to figure out where you were headed.

"Mr. Frye, where exactly are we going?"

"Why, to the cosiest alley the district has to offer, of course!" he said, turning into one just within reach of the Square, hopping into the carriage almost as soon as he brought it to a halt.

"Well, this certainly won't rouse suspicion," you remark, peering through the window, eyebrows raised, before drawing the curtains and turning to look at him again. "Now, I presume you have something for me".

"Yes and no."

You narrowed your eyes, "That's not how it works, Mr. Frye. You either have an offer or you don't. Which is it?"

"There is something I can give you, but I'll need time to deliver on it."

"And that something is?"

Frankly, you didn’t expect much. There was barely anything he could offer that you couldn’t acquire (if you didn’t already have it) anyway.

"Complete ownership of Attaway Transport, without the added burden of Starrick's overbearing and ever-looming presence."

Or so you thought.

He managed to shock you into silent for a moment, before you shook yourself out of it and huffed out a small laugh.

"I have to say: I didn’t quite think you'd manage it, but you've captured my interest. Tell me, then; how exactly would you go about that? Mr. Starrick isn't one to just give up power."

"Luckily enough, we're looking to provide a more permanent solution to the problem of - well, him."

"Are you now?" your eyebrows shot up again, this time in intrigue, and you could feel the anticipation and excitement brewing within you at the thought of the possibilities his death could bring. If the way Mr. Frye's brow twitched in return was any indication, you weren't doing a very good job hiding it. "That certainly changes things. Though I suppose I should've known, you haven't been all that...subtle about your intentions, the way you've been running around London wreaking havoc."

"There you have it, then," he grinned, throwing an arm up over the back of the seat. "What do you say?"

You took a moment to deliberate, Mr. Frye letting you take the time you needed to come to a decision once you shot him a look when he started getting antsy, stopping him before he could get much further than "I don't mean to badger you but-". You could see the eagerness in the way he'd leaned ever so slightly towards you, in how his eyes remained trained on you, analyzing every shift in your features, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was going on in your head, of the decision you'd come to.

Well, there was certainly no doubt about what your answer was going to be. It was, however, quite endearing, the way he impatiently awaited your response.

Probably best you put him out of his misery, though, and so you offered him your hand.

"It appears," you smiled, "you have yourself a deal, Mr. Frye. I do hope you can hold up your end, and as shall I to the best of my abilities."

His face relaxed, and he took your hand, shaking it firmly. Though you expected it, the warmth of his grip, even through both his and your own glove, still left you pleasantly surprised.

"I must admit, however," you withdrew your hand, "I am curious: why trust me? After everything that's happened? Some might think you all the more barmy for it."

"Crotchetty as I may seem," he shot back, "I'll admit, I'm not exactly spoiled for choice when it comes to allies who can provide me better insight into Templar plans. You don't seem to care for the Order either, which is reassuring. To an extent. Naturally you'll have to earn my trust before I let Evie know about this little arrangement-"

"You haven't told your sister?"

"'Course not," he scoffed, "she'd never agree to it. Not after your mother. Besides, what my dear sister doesn't understand, is that sometimes you need to take a chance. Like I did, with the Rooks. And now with you."

You supposed that made sense.

"Besides," he continued, "it doesn't hurt to have powerful friends close to your nemesis-"

"As I've already mentioned," you injected, stifling a chuckle at how affronted he looked at being so unceremoniously interrupted, "I'm neither powerful nor am I close to Mr. Starrick. He doesn't trust me. Which means, more often than not, he'll ensure he bears witness to every move I make."

You shifted towards him.

"It's not just my business that's on the line here, Mr. Frye. It's my life. If he ever suspects me of consorting with you, I'd lose everything. My agreement is me trusting you to kill him and deliver on your end of the bargain."

At that, his eyes softened, and when he spoke next, sincerity was carefully woven into every word. "You needn't worry, Miss Attaway, you have my word. I will do whatever it takes to rid you of Starrick and his control."

Nodding softly in lieu of thanks, you cleared your throat, embarrassment burning in your chest at having let yourself be so vulnerable (for lack of a better word) with someone.

And a man you barely knew, at that.

"I apologise, you must think me utterly mercurial, and-"

"On the contrary, I think you're rather bricky," he said, and his damned gaze was still so gentle as it rest upon you, his tone somewhat similar to the one often adopted by strangers when they learned of how you came to live with Pearl. The thought of being pitied by him for having gotten into this situation, even though it was mostly his fault, left you feeling angry and humiliated.

You didn't need nor ask for his commiseration.

Choosing not to dignify that with a response (you knew anything you'd say would be in bad form), you immediately carried on like nothing had happened. "Right, I'll need a few weeks or so to get everything up and running again. In the meantime, you encourage any competitors that are not affiliated to Mr. Starrick. With a rival around, I could try and-"

"-blame your lack of profits onto them?" at your affirmation, he let out a low whistle. "Clever. That might just work."

The admiration in his voice didn't go unnoticed. You shrugged, "I know, and I'm counting on it. Of course, if it doesn't alleviate suspicion, we might have to resort to drastic measures, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, this is all we need to focus on."

Your sentence was punctuated by the chiming of Big Ben, indicating that your hour was up. With a "by your leave, Miss Attaway", Mr. Frye leapt into action, getting back onto the bench and driving the carriage to where your actual employee was to meet you. In an attempt to look a bit more inconspicuous, you drew open the curtains. Nothing like the hidden interior of a carriage to get people gossiping.

Dismounting, Mr. Frye glanced around, making sure you hadn't attracted any unwarranted attention, before tipping his cap to you and stalking off. Thankfully, it was crowded enough that no one paid a briefly unattended carriage any mind, and it gave him the opportunity to blend in with the locals, seemingly vanishing from sight.

You watched him go, and thinking your decision over for the rest of your journey, could only hope you'd made the right choice.

Slang used:

Crotchetty - eccentric, unexpected

Bricky - brave, fearless, adroit after the manner of a brick

Other:

Glove etiquette - whenever a gentleman had to shake someone’s hand, he would take off his glove (that he always wore when outside) before doing so. If he had to leave it on, he’d apologise while shaking the other person’s hand. Women, however, had to keep their gloves on at all times when they were out and about, except when at the dinner table during a party, because it was considered bad form to wear gloves while eating (mainly because the gloves were delicate, especially those made of kid, and wearing dirty gloves was “tacky”). However, when giving his hand to a woman whose own hands were gloved, a man wasn’t supposed to take off his. It was necessary to do so if hers were off too, though.

(Tumblr's an ass, so I'll reblog this post in a bit to link the articles I used as a reference because they're much, much better at providing a comprehensive explanation to how glove etiquette worked)

#jacob frye x reader #jacob frye #assassin's creed x reader #assassin's creed imagines #assassin's creed syndicate #mine

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prettyallfriends · 4 years ago

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PriPara: Aim to Become No. 1 in the Idol☆Grand Prix: Prologue+Ch 1 English Translation

(I originally planned to translate the PriPara games after finishing the Pretty Rhythm ones, but I think I’ll try to juggle them instead! The PriPara 3DS games have a main story along with character side stories, I will do them in unlock order. Like with my other current translation, choices will be in bold, and the Player character’s name is just Player.)

Prologue

??? (Meganee): Welcome to Prism Stone! Play PriPara, where anyone can enjoy an idol debut and wear a lot of trendy coords!

Girl: Yaaaay! I made my debut as an idol! And I got a tomoticket! Woaaah, what a cute coord! Let’s snap tomotickets! Mine will be in high demand soon, because I’m definitely gonna be No. 1 in the Idol☆Grand Prix!

??? (Meganee): Everyone’s a friend! Everyone’s an idol! Will you also try going to the world of PriPara?

Choice: Of course I will! / There’s no way I could be an idol…

??? (Meganee): Nice response! Please enjoy your idol life! You’ve a really nice smile, an idol’s talent is their shining smile! What kind of idol will you end up becoming…? And what kind of fans will you make smile…? I can’t wait to see! I’ve been searching for someone like you… But before that I’ve been wondering, who are you? Looks like introductions are in order!

Meganee: My name is Akai Meganee. I help everyone with their coords. Feel free to call me Meganee! ...Huh? I’m being pushy? That’s because of the system! Hehehe. Anyway, before you go to PriPara, could you tell me a bit about yourself?

(Mychara creation)

Meganee: Thanks for telling me all that! I feel like I know you quite well now. Player-chan, it’s nice to meet you! Well then, let’s get going. Let’s go! PriPa-...

???: Winwinwinwinwinwin…

Meganee: Huh!? That siren… Meganii-san!?

Meganii: It’s a pleasure to meet you, my name is Akai Meganii. I felt a woooonderful idol aura from around here… Ah, you must be the one to whom that aura belongs to.

Meganee: Player-chan is going to debut today. Maybe they’ll become popular and shine in the Idol☆Grand Prix!

Meganii: I see… They certainly have a bright smile. I heard the power of your smile say “Come over here~!” after all. Player-san, please allow me to cheer for you during your idol debut. I shall give you the power to design a My☆Cyalume Coord!

(My☆Cyalume Coord design tutorial, basically you can recolour anime character coords)

Meganii: You will undoubtedly make many people smile with the My☆Cyalume Coord that you design. Gachagachagacha~

(My☆Cyalume design time. We only have four colours available so it looks awful. Sorry Laala I ruined your coord)

Meganee: What a wonderful coord! It suits you, Player-chan!

Meganii: Nice!

Meganee: Now that you’re ready, it’s time to start your PriPa-life!

Meganii: Please try your hardest in the Idol☆Grand Prix, I’m looking forward to it.

Meganee: Player-chan will definitely win the Grand-… huh? ...You don’t have any clue what the Idol☆Grand Prix is, do you!? I completely forgot to explain! Um… Well, first of all I’ll turn on PriPara☆Music TV…

Meganii: Winwinwinwinwinwin…

Meganee: ...looks like we’re too late. Don’t worry! You’ll find out about the Grand Prix soon enough. You wanted an in-depth explanation? Sorry!

Meganii: This is also thanks to the system! Winwinwinwinwinwin…

Meganee: Anyways, Player-chan, make sure to shine your brightest in PriPara! Everyone’s a friend! Everyone’s an idol! Lets go! PriPa-life!

(End of Prologue, Meganii jumps out to explain the coord gacha but I don’t care lol. Crying though bc I got a PR and then had to delete my file because I realised I had made a translation mistake)

Grand Prix Story 1: Aim to Become the No. 1 Idol!

???: Oh no, hurry! We’re going to be beary late for PriPara☆Music TV! You have to run, Laala! Mirei and Sophy are waiting!

??? (Laala): Gotcha (Kashikoma)! I’ll do a full sprint!!! Agh-!

??? (Kuma): Ahh! You bumped into someone! Are you okay, Laala!?

??? (Laala): Owowowow… My forehead hurts… Ah! I found the person I bumped into! I’m really sorry about running into you!! You’re not hurt, are you!?

Choice: I’m fine, don’t worry! / That hurt, what are you doing!?

??? (Laala): Phew, I’m glad you’re not hurt! I’m seriously sorry! From now on I’ll look both ways! Left, clear! Right, clear! Now I can safely dash! Ah, you laughed! Wow, your smile is… Wonderful! That’s a sparkly idol smile right there!

Laala: I’m Laala, nice to meet you! And your name is…? Player-chan! Gotcha! I’ll remember that from now on! Your coord is really cute! Which brand is it?

(Laala it is literally a recolour of the coord you are wearing right now. I know you’re like 12 but Lordt)

Laala: Really!? You designed it yourself!? That’s so cool~!

Kuma: That’s unbearably amazing! This kid’s a bundle of talent! I’m sensing a lot of idol energy from you, Player!

Laala: Are you also going to be on PriPara☆Music TV, Player-chan? Ah… You don’t know what that even is?

??? (Mirei): Laala~! What are you so pri-occupied with!?

Laala: Ah, Mirei! Sorry, I’m running late!

??? (Mirei): Ughhh! Sophy’s fell asleep waiting for you!

??? (Sophy): ZzzZzz… Is Laala here yet…?

Laala: Wake up, Sophy!

??? (Sophy): Mm~ Oh, who’s this…?

Laala: This is Player-chan!

Sophy: Player-chan… Cute… I’m Sophy… Nice to meetcha… Pshu~...

Laala: Aah! Sophy, don’t fall asleep!

??? (Mirei): Will you also be making an ap-pri-rance on PriPara☆Music TV as an idol?

Laala: Player-chan doesn’t seem to know about that yet.

??? (Mirei): Huh, really? I can explain it to you, so. It’s my first time seeing you around… Is this your first time in PriPara?

Choice: I debuted today! / I’ve been coming here for a while!

??? (Mirei): You just debuted!? I see… Well, if you get along with your senpai, Mirei, your points will go up!

Sophy: Mirei… what are you mumbling about?

??? (Mirei): Ah, you’re awake!? It’s nothing!? Ahem…

Mirei: Pop, step, get you~! I, Mirei, shall tell you all about PriPara☆Music TV!

Sophy: You’re so nice, Mirei~...

Mirei: PriPara☆Music TV is the prime TV programme in PriPara!

Laala: A lot of idols are featured and they perform PriPara lives on the show!

Mirei: And when you pri-form a live, your rank rises~ They’re organised by the Best 100, Best 50, Best 30… Once you’re at your prime and reach the Best 10, you can enter the Idol☆Grand Prix!

Kuma: Your “pri” puns are unbearable…!

??? (I MISS YOU ALREADY ZUCCHAN): What’s going on? I haven’t seen that person before? Are they aiming for the Idol☆Grand Prix?

Laala: Ah, Dorothy! I’ll introduce you to Player-chan.

??? (I WISH YOU LUCK IN YOUR FUTURE ENDEAVOURS ZUCCHAN): Tension max!

??? (Reona): Relax~

Dorothy: I’m Dorothy West! And this is…

Reona: Reona West. It’s nice to meet you.

Dorothy: Ooh, if you’re aiming for the Idol☆Grand Prix, that makes you our rival, huh? Sion, you think so too, right?

??? (Sion): Indubitably! Rivals are vital to idols! They encourage us to work hard! When our friends encourage us, we can all work harder!

Sion: Player! I’m Sion! We’re going to get along great!!

Kuma: Dorothy, Reona and Sion make up the team Dressing Pafé!

Sophy: Laala, Mirei and I are Solami♡Smile~

Dorothy: The number of idols wanting to join the Idol☆Grand Prix is rising every day, huh? We’re going to have to work even harder! Right, Reona?

Reona: If you say so, Dorothy.

Laala: Let’s all do our best!

Sion: Ah! Is that…?

Mirei: Who is it?

??? (Aroma): Staaaaaare…

Laala: That’s…

??? (Aroma): Staaaaaaaare…

??? (Mikan): Staaaaaaare~!

Laala: Aroma, Mikan! Come over here~!

Mirei: How long were they pri-occupied with staring at us…

Aroma: My name is Aroma! I am a devil who hath returneth from the darkness!

Mikan: I’m the angel! Mikan! I use my angelic power to grant peace in this world!

Kuma: Those two are Aromageddon! Their gimmick is that they’re an angel and a devil!

Aroma: Gimmick!? Thou filthy pile of cotton… You shall face the power of darkness!

Kuma: Eek! I can’t bear your curses!

Aroma: Thou art Player, correct? I see… Darkness emanates from you. Join me and with the power of darkness we shall conquer this pitiful world!

Mikan: Aroma says she hopes you’ll be friends with her, Player-chan!

Aroma: Ah! Th-that is balderdash! I just felt Player’s darkness and…

Laala: Ahaha! Everyone’s really interested in you, Player-chan! Hm? I can hear a song from somewhere…

???: Ranranrararanranran~

Laala: Ah! It’s coming from up in that tree!

???: Let’s sing together, little birdie~ Teehee, the wind from the Palps is singing too~

Laala: Fuwari! That’s dangerous, get down from there!

Fuwari: I’m oka~y! I’m Fuwari, I’m an idol from Europara! Sing with me~ Ranranrararanranran~

Mirei: She’s really laid-back, huh…

Laala: Well, that’s Fuwari for you! There really are a tonne of idols here, though! And we introduced everyone to Player~! Hey, Player-chan… why don’t you come on PriPara☆Music TV with me!?

Kuma: That’s a good idea! They could appear in the special debut corner!

Sion: That’s the part of the show where recently debuted idols are featured, right?

Mirei: Anyone can enter, so it’s a prime corner!

Laala: Player-chan will definitely be super popular!

Sophy: I think so too~

Mirei: Let’s go then! It’s almost the entry deadline.

Sion: We must hurry! ...Hm? What’s wrong, Player?

Dorothy: Why are you just standing there??

Reona: Player-chan… is that person your friend?

Mikan: It looks like someone’s staring at Player-chan’s coord!

Aroma: Who could this person be!?

??? (Da Vinky): Your coord is wooonderfully wonderful! Did you draw it out yourself? Amazingamazing! This is… an explosion of art! Gyahahahaha!

Dorothy: You scared us! It was just Ajimi-

Ajimi: That’s right! I’m Ajimi! I hope we get cray-on well!

Laala: I’ll introduce you to Ajimi-chan! Ajimi-chan recently debuted too! She’s a super talented pop idol!

Reona: Hey… If we don’t hurry, the entry period for Music TV will be over…

Laala: Oh nooo! We have to hurry!

Ajimi: Huh, huh? You’re going to do a PriPara live in that coord~?

Choice: Yup, I’ll give it a try anyway! / I’m not sure I’m ready yet…

Ajimi: Gyahaha! That’s the spirit! I can feel it, I can feel it! Your sparkling aura’s gonna explode on stage!

Laala: I also can’t wait to see your live!

Mirei: This is your touching off point!

Sophy: I’ll be cheering for you~... Lets PriPara~

Laala: Let’s get you into the special debut corner! PriPara☆Music TV… On air start!

(Live. Finally a break from this chapter. Oh my god is it killing me.)

Laala: Woah! Look, Player-chan! Your rank went way up!

Ajimi: Your live was super explosive! Everyone loved it!

Mirei: Your debut was a pri-tty huge success!

Sophy: ‘Grats~ Your live was wonderful~...

Sion: That live was a once in a lifetime experience! Today was the birth of an idol whose growth we can look forward to!

Dorothy: Are you really gonna go for the Idol☆Grand Prix??

Reona: If you work hard, you really could become No. 1~

Sion: Why not try to climb the ranks of PriPara☆Music TV?

Reona: Once you’re in the Best 10, you can enter the Grand Prix.

Fuwari: Entering the Grand Prix is very idol’s dream~ And if you win, you get the legendary coord…

Mikan: ...the Idol☆Grand Prix No. 1 Coord!It’s a wonderful coord!

Mirei: The name’s… descriptive…

Ajimi: The Idol☆Grand Prix No. 1 Coord…? Hmhmhmhm!? What is that coord?

Aroma: It is a coord that unlocks the power of darkness within you…

Dorothy: That’s complete bullshit, the No. 1 idol who gets the Grand Prix coord…

Reona: ...can appear on many stages!

Laala: If they can do that, they’d get a tonne of fans who they could make smile! That’s wonderful! That’s why us idols are working so hard to get that coord! Player-chan, work hard along with the rest of us, okay?

Ajimi: Oooh, that’s great! A huge explosion of smiles!!! I’ll also enter the Grand Prix with Player! Let’s Gaugin!

Sion: The path to the Grand Prix is not an easy one.

Laala: First of all, you’ll have to be in a lot of TV shows. Player-chan, Ajimi-chan, enjoy PriPra-life! Oh, actually, wait a sec. To mark our friendship going forward… let’s snap tomotickets! I wish that we’re all able to enter the Grand Prix… snap! Let’s do our best together!

(oh my god i thought that would take like 10 minutes. It probably took upwards of an HOUR why was it that longggg jesussss

ANYWAY once again i will subtly hint that if anyone needs help sourcing this game or just needs help navigating menus, hmu. and i would like to apologise for changing kashikoma... it truly pains me to betray laala like this. also if this ISNT the first pripara 3ds game um. please let me know lmao. also yes i am posting this at 6am)

#pripara #pripara 3ds #pripara translation #pretty series #migpn1

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amenomiko · 5 years ago

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What Being Like A Girl Feels Like

There's one time when the Warlords went to the future with MC, and every time he observed what the women in the future do, or what MC has been wearing on her face, or maybe even the curiosity when they talk about a women's multi task as a wife and also as a mother would be..

MC asked if he would like to try to be like a girl in a day. He be like "Meh / Nah / That's ridiculous." at first, but eventually he agreed when MC said "Oh well, it would be interesting to me on how you can adapt to it." with a shrug.

Nobunaga - Wearing a Bra

"Heh. Only this one piece of cloth? Alright."

"Wh- you want me to wear this plastic--"

He frowned to the fake silicon boobs that MC make him wear before giving him a bra to cover it.

"It's okay, just wear a mask or sunglasses, they will just think you are a-"

"Don't say it..!"

He were given a task to buy some groceries by MC. Hmph. Just a few walks away from her apartment, this would be easy........ It's closed.

Then he have no choice but to go to the town.... Closed.

Fine..! There's one near the station. He is glad he knows the way..! Closed.

"Why, me, the Demon King.. Has.. To.. Do.. This..!" He huffed with a gritting teeth as he take a breath when he walk up the stairs. Just how the women in this world manage to bring this heavy thing around their chest to wherever they go??

As he came back, he let out a long sigh of relief when MC helped him to unbuckle his bra and silicon breasts.

After that he hugged MC so tight, saying "I respect you." While massaged on the shoulder by her.

Hideyoshi - Heels

"Oh? Walk around this while I multitasking? Alright, this will be easy."

Not.

Everytime he move around, he will slip and fall. Slip and fall. Like a baby deer about to walk on its own legs.

He trembled whenever he move his feet, one after another.

"Hideyoshi..! I need help with this book- kya..!"

"M-MC?? WHAT'S WRONG??"

Despite trembling like crazy, he managed to move his feet into a quick pace. But halfway through, he is wheezing.

Just how those working women that he saw at the streets can run and walk fast in this shoes??

"M-MC..I'm.. Coming- OOF!"

He fell near the door, bumping on the door knob in the process.

Apparently MC let out a surprised sound just now because one of the books in her arms fell to the side when she tried to carry it.

That night, she dab a cold cloth on his swollen ankles with a giggle. "Hehehhe good job."

"...It's not a laughing matter ( T ʖ̯ T).." He rub his own swollen forehead.

Masamune - Being Pregnant

MC borrowed a fake silicone belly, a silicone that is specially made so it is heavy like the 3rd trimester pregnant belly.

"Oooh.. Not bad." He wink to himself in the mirror. "I look sexy. Heheh."

"Alright. Help me with the chores, I will be--"

"Go go, I'm doing just fine~~" He smirked to her, waving her off.

The moment she finally went on her way, he turned to the living room. "Okay..! Let's start. Oh."

He smiled to the pile of clothes on the floor. "I was very rough indeed 😏."

"Oof-"

He feels very heavy the moment he tried to bend down.

"Ehh okay, let's try that again-" He winced to the pain in his waist. "Oookay. How about this one- uh- wh- I can't see the floor-- gah this belly is too big-- wa--!!"

He rolled on the floor like a watermelon. "....Nevermind. I will just- oof! M-my waist..! Nnnh!" He growled in each and every movements. "Okay.. Phew..! I guess I will eat lunch first."

He didn't. It was hard for him to eat as the belly boink away his plate. Each time he move forward towards the table, the plate move further and further away from him.

Drip. Drip. "Ah crap..! The clothes outside--! Mmmf--" He tried to look down to wear the outdoor shoes but to no avail. "Dammit!!"

At the end of the day, MC find a gloomy Masamune in the middle of the room. She had to help with the chores, feed him dinner, and listen to his rants of how bad the day was to him.

"I swear I won't let you do all those stupid chores when you are pregnant!" He said it while hugging her tightly.

Ieyasu - Charcoal Mask

"I don't understand why you women wanted to ruin your skin with this.. thing that we usually use to make fire."

He sigh as he mumbled "You are more than beautiful, why do you even need this-- wh- I'm just-...!"

Both of them were blushing for a while, until Ieyasu covered it with cough. "S-so. I have to wear and wait til it dry and take it off? That's surprisingly easy. Fine."

As he applied the mask all over his face, (scrunching his face to how he look like), he wait and wait and grow impatient. "How many more I have to wait?" He grunts.

"Another 20 minutes, Ieyasu. Let it dry naturally alright? Don't force it to dry so much or else you will regret it later..!" She shouted from the other room, followed by a giggle.

Nope. 20 minutes? N O P E. He glances to the hand fan next to him and starts to fan his face. "Hmh what's there to regret for?" After a few minutes of fanning, he smirked to himself. "See, all is left is to peel-"

He couldn't take it off.

"....Shit..!"

"Ieyasu..? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine..! Don't bother!!" Shit! The moment he shouted back the pain gets stronger.

MC eyes widen when there is a lot of sound coming from the bathroom with "Shit shit shit shit fuck this shit shit shit..!!!"

She is worried. And so she stopped in whatever she was doing and quickly rush to the bathroom.

"Ieyasu, are you ok-"

He turned around with half of the mask peeled off his face "..what-"

"KYAAAAAAAAAAA OAO!!!!!! Ugh--"

She fainted.

"MC!!!!!"

That night, she has been sobbing into his arms with "I'm sorry uguu I'm sorry.. QAQ~~". "Shh.. It's fine.." Ieyasu has been patting her head to calm her down while the other rub the aloe vera gel on his red face.

Mitsunari - Lipstick

He observed on how MC applied her lipstick, asking "Wow.. What is this called?"

"This is a lipstick. Easier to wear than a lip gloss."

"What is a lip gloss?"

"This one. It's makes your lips glossier, except its like a lipstick in a liquid form. Want to try?"

"Okay!"

MC hand him a pink lip gloss and move to the other room after that.

So he apply and apply and apply. Layer after layer.

"Hehehe they won't realize because you are pretty like a girl..! Let's go, Mitsunari." MC grabbed his hand, didn't bother checking on his lips because to her it looks beautiful. Until...

She ordered a drink at the cafe they were having lunch for.

"Awww you look so gorgeous, Mitsunari--"

She sipped her tea and flabbergasted when Mitsunari revealed his PINK TEETH.

"PPPPPPPPUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!"

His face is showered with tea now.

MC? Choking on her meal and were rushed to the hospital in instant.

Not to mention the doctor nearly had a heart attack when Mitsunari explained to him what had happened.

Mitsuhide - Eyelashes and Mascara

"So you put the glue here.."

"Wait- Mitsuhide-- that is too mu-"

Too late, he already put it on. Upside down. He slowly opened his eyes and smirked to the mirror. "You women are so quirky. This looks... Unique."

"I would like to say thank you for choosing a kind adjectives, but you are the one who make it that way yourself."

"Now onward to this mascara thing-" He opened his eyes widely (nearly give heart attack to MC who mumbles 'That's not necessary actually... Hey did you hear me..?')

He accidentally poke his own eye. "Ahaha.. Ouch. That's kind of.. Hm." He tried again "Oh- hmhm not bad. This mascara thing is such a tease like you, little mouse."

"No, that is you."

Kenshin - Eyeliner

"Alright, I've done your left eye, now you do your right eye by yourself okay?"

"Hmh. From what I observe you doing it, this is easy."

Yeah right.

He applied, and applied. "This seems imbalance.." He applied again. "Hmm this is too short..." And "Hmm the 'wing' thing is too low--"

DING DONG! "Delivery~~!!"

"Oh, Kenshin~ could you get it for me? I'm cooking right now~"

"Hmh."

He put down the eyeliner, not bothering to check on himself in the mirror and so when he opened the door...

"Good morning, Sir, this is your packa- AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH \(OAO)/!!!!" The delivery man fainted, forming a foam from his mouth.

MC rushed to the door, "Kenshin? I heard a scream-- HOLY MOTHER OF EYELINERS--"

Imagine his left eye is pretty, while the other is like the make up of WWE Wrestler. Yeah, like that.

Shingen - Corset

"This is what you use to shape your body? My, my, goddess, I can always "shape" you whenever we have se--"

**SLAP**

"Anyway." He smirked to the corset in his hand (with a hand red mark on his cheek nonetheless), "Let's wear this shall we?"

"Oh correction. Who said that you are going to wear modern corset hmm (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)?"

"Eh ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^)?"

Later.... Shingen were smacking on the sofa, wheezing from the massive tightness around his waist "M-MC..! H-HAVE MERCY-- *GASSSPPP*"

She pulled the rope so tight with a giggle. "Hehehehehe this is fun isn't it (ू•ᴗ•ू❁) ❤❤❤~~? This is how we became sexy, Shingen~ I bet you can't even have a bite of your dessert. I shall present this to Yukimura." (She made him wear the victorian era's corset)

"N-no..! Forgive me..! Anything but that..!"

Yukimura - Lace Panties

"Wh- wh- wh O//////O???"

"D-don't be ridiculous..! I won't wear this.. this.. Piece of... Transparent see through-- GAH!!"

"My you are not a virgin anymore but your way of saying is virgin, Yuki ( ͡°з ͡°)."

"Shut it stupid-- GAH DON'T STRIP ME! AAHHH STOP!!" He shrieked like a girl when MC stripped his pants and made him wear it.

"Okay, let's go..!"

He couldn't stop MC on time and now he is wriggling, blushing to the itchiness down there. "D-damn it.. MC..!!!"

"Yes?"

"Y-you.. Damn you..!"

"Psst. They will see the "shape" if you move a lot you know?"

"S-SHAPE?? WHAT SHAPE O//////O??"

"The line of the underwear, silly. Pffft. What do you think?"

"GUHHHH!!!" His face is hot and red like a red chilli pepper now.

Sasuke - Make up as a whole.

This ninja decided to surprise his lover with the most beautiful make up before she arrived back home.

But Boop!

Blackout.

Still, it's fine for him. He is used to the dark. He is confident he can do it.

First... Base primer.

And foundation. And Concealer. Blusher. Eyeshadow. Eyeliner. Fake lashes. And so on, and so on.

His ears perked to the sound of rattling keys. Thank god he's almost done.

The moment MC stepped into the apartment, the lights coincidentally turned on at the same time. "MC." He walk to welcome his lover excitedly to show his "make up".

"Ah, thank god the light is on agaAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH \(QAQ)/ WHY IS THERE 'IT CLOWN' IN HERE?? SASUKE-- SASUKE HELP!!!!!"

"M-MC it was me--"

"KYAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"

She run out from the door, screaming, waking up the neigbors and that evening Sasuke nearly get caught by the police.

The very next week, he moved out.

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #ikemen sengoku imagines #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikemen sengoku Mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku mitsunari #ikemen sengoku ieyasu #ikemen sengoku kenshin #ikemen sengoku shingen #ikemen sengoku yukimura #ikemen sengoku sasuke #ikesen

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collecting-stories · 6 years ago

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Tradition - Thorin Oakenshield

Hey there, I just saw you are in need of request hehehe. So, I sadly, can't find a lot of fics with Thorin, and he's my request. Something fluffy, like, first year of marriage and they having a baby on the way. AU or not, I'll let you decide that. Thank you so much for all your work, and I'm so in love with your Daryl series 😘😘😘 - @alhenablack

Tradition - Thorin Oakenshield

There was much expectation steeped in Thorin’s legacy. The dwarfs were people of great tradition, their lives entwined with those who had come before them. They were dictated by pride and superstition, something you were both used to and unprepared for when Thorin had first turned his gaze on you. The son of Thrain had many responsibilities, both to his people and to his throne. One of them being his continuation of his family’s lineage. As a young dwarf Thorin knew what his responsibilities were. Some of them he fretted over, how would he fill his father’s boots, how he could lead his people and provide them health, happiness, and provisions. He did not think that he would worry so much about marriage and babies. But as he aged what he thought would come naturally did not.

Marriage didn’t come when he was a young dwarf like he thought it would. He toiled, faced despair and loss, the threat of death and exile. He suffered when he should have been happy, was exiled to nothing when he should have been king under the mountain. And so he wrote off any thoughts he had about marriage. He was no king, there was no dwarf legacy to continue, and perhaps the lineage or Durin would end with him.

Then something happened that he could not explain. For one thing you were not a dwarf. You were born of man, living in Dale. He thought Kili foolish for his infatuation with Tuariel. Dwarves were meant to be with dwarves, especially those who were part of Durin’s lineage. Even if Kili was not as direct a descendant he was still tainting dwarf blood by even considering an elf.

“Is it really so awful?” Those, he still remembered, were the first words you ever said to him. Sitting in a shack in Dale, with little hope for the future and convinced that Gandalf had been leading them astray this whole time. You had come up with food and while you handed it out to the dwarves huddled inside Bard’s home you had spoken to Thorin, isolated in the corner.

“Is what so awful? That we should be sequestered here or that all hope of our kingdom, of our legacy, shall be thrown aside for some gold-hungry dragon?”

“I simply meant, you are all together are you not? Surely that is more important than a mountain.” You replied, and, seeing him begin to seethe with anger once more you touched his hand, “I don’t mean to offend. I apologize.”

And though he was angered by your words there was more that he could not explain. As time went on he became more and more enamored by you. He sought out ways to see you and began to ask for your advice on matters that normally would not concern those not of dwarf lineage. The others noticed but said nothing. They simply waited and watched, curious to see if Thorin, who cared more for tradition than any dwarf before or after him, would do.

When the kingdom was restored it was Thorin, to the surprise of many but not those who had been in Dale with him, that suggested it was time for a new set of traditions. “Our old way of life lead only to our ruin. It is time that we look to a new day. Durin will prevail but we must not let the mistakes of our past dictate our future.” Thorin’s speech had been nearly a day in length and he had invited all members of the dwarf clans and Dale. At the end, as the sun was setting in the sky he made the most important of his announcements. After all this time Thorin would no longer be alone. He would take the throne with a bride and the lineage of Durin would continue, though different than before because it was no dwarf that he was marrying. Instead you.

There was little backlash from the people of the mountain. The war had settled their interest in conflict and they were too happy to be home and reunited with each other to be concerned with that you were of man. They instead focused on how you were. Benevolent? Where you a good listener? Did you care for the people? For their king? These questions dictated their feelings toward you far more than your parentage did.

The wedding was one of decadence. Lavish decorations were placed in every corner of the castle and the dwarves were giddy with excitement, though some showed it more than others. The event lasted some four days, with drinking and dancing lasting well into each night. Guests came from far and wide to celebrate. Gandalf, Bilbo, Bard, Tuariel, and more still were in attendance. Despite that your focus remained on your husband, who though happy, kept a stoic face. That of a king.

“I should think you are regretting this arrangement.” You teased on the final night, catching him sitting at the head of the dinner table, watching the guests as they mingled. You had been entertaining yourself with tales of travel from Fili and Kili when you noticed you new husband’s sour expression. You knew it was nothing to be worried about, though your time knowing each other had not been too long you knew him well, and could tell the difference in his frowns by now. He had been wearing a similar expression the first night that he told you he loved you.

He looked up to you and took your hand in his, bringing it up so that he could kiss your palm. “Never, I am simply observing the festivities.”

“Perhaps you should join them? What do you say you humor your wife by dancing with her?” You asked, taking a seat beside him. “Dwalin wanted to send the guests off with a story of your journey to the mountain?”

“Then he should.”

“I do love to hear you sing though,” you coaxed.

Thorin turned his gaze back to the party, “If it will make everyone leave I’ll indulge you.”

“So you aren’t enjoying your party.”

“I am enjoying being married to you but I am not enjoying sharing you with all these well-wishers, as you say, night after night.” Thorin replied, “I have hardly spent time with you.”

“Then go entertain Dwalin and we can disappear after that,” you propositioned.

He did as told, a habit he gladly adopted. It was said within his inner circle that you had a way of making Thorin do anything you wanted him to and, truth be told, that was entirely correct. All you need do is say the word and Thorin was meeting whatever wish you had. Be it that he listen to his cousins advice or be kinder to those who came to barter. It was no secret trick that you used to bewitch him though. Simply that he longed to please you and that you would never ask anything of him that was not beneficial for the kingdom as well.

You cared for the dwarves that now saw you as queen and wished to always do right by them. Thorin taught you all that you wished to learn about their traditions and laws so that you could rule them well when he was not able to. He trusted you with the throne and knew that you were far better suited to it than most. Thorin was prideful, somewhat haughty, and stern. He could be greedy and self-centered, they were vices that he could not shake, even in his strongest moments. You were patient, kind, smart, quiet, and selfless. More than any he had met before and he felt in awe of your ability to lead his people. Well, your people too now.

When Thorin was young Thrain would often talk about the day that his son would take the throne and be married. He spoke of the first year, hectic and full of uncertainty, each learning their role within the kingdom and together. It was no time of elation, that would not come until after the first year was over and things began to settle themselves. But Thorin’s first year of marriage was nothing like his father’s description. There was no uncertainty.

“Thorin,” he was inspecting the mines when Dis came to find him. She looked impatient and she was. She had been trying to find Thorin all morning, ever since you requested his presence. You were in the throne room and unable to leave as you were dealing with the disputes of neighboring Dale. So you had sent Dis, who felt as if she had been through the mountain twice looking for Thorin.

“Dis, what is it?”

“Your wife if looking for you.”

Immediately Thorin abandoned his observing of the mines and headed for the throne room. Thorin was a difficult man to pull away from a task and many dwarves claimed that once he was focused on something he would not stop until he had completed what he was doing. But it was clear to all that you were always first priority and at the mention of you needing him it was not surprising to find him leaving what he was doing to see to you.

Dis hurried after him as he walked through the halls to find you. When he did she came up to take your place at the throne, allowing you privacy to speak with your husband away from the listening ears of those waiting for an audience.

“Could we not rush?” You laughed, following him into a private chamber behind the throne room, “I’m in no hurry.”

“What is it that you needed me for?”

“Perhaps I’m just being needy?” You teased. There was nothing you enjoyed more than teasing him, watching his ears go pink when you said something that made him fumble over his words. Flirting could reduce Thorin to a flustered mess, unsure how to proceed.

“I have plenty of work to do.”

“I have news.” You replied, stopping him from leaving. Or pretending to leave.

“What is it that’s keeping me from the mines?” he asked, looking stoic but you knew he had come willingly to see you.

“I’m with child.”

There were no nerves in telling him that you were expecting. It was no secret that Thorin wanted an heir, it was part of his legacy that he would have a child to pass the throne down to. It was something that the two of you had discussed when you first wed. You wanted children as well and were happy when the dwarf healer had told you that morning that you were with child. There was nothing but elation when Dis came to your room and you asked her to find Thorin for you. Sharing the news with him was your first priority and you couldn’t be more excited when he came to the throne room to see you.

“Truly?” Thorin asked, looking at you with awe.

“Yes truly.” You smiled, “we’re going to have a baby.”

Dwarf babies took a long time. Four years, according to the healers. Though Gandalf suggested that your being a descendant of man meant that the birth could end sooner. That alone was enough to make Thorin impatient with excitement. Though he didn’t understand how a baby could possibly require only nine months in the womb the thought that a baby could come sooner and he could have a child sooner was thrilling. He never imagined himself one to want a child. It was part of his role as king and he always knew that if the mountain returned to the dwarves it would be a necessary requirement. But he was never interested in the thought of children. Until you agreed to marry him.

Practically the moment it was announced that you and Thorin were to be married he began thinking about the possibility of having a child. It was never something that he thought would be a reality but it seemed more and more likely as your time with him went on. He didn’t simply want a child for the legacy of it but because he wanted a family with you. A odd thought to be filling Thorin’s time but he couldn’t help himself. And knowing that you were finally pregnant meant that the family he envisioned was beginning.

Each day throughout the pregnancy was the same. Thorin paid you more attention than he typically did, being sure that you were well rested, well fed, and happy. All things that you assured him you were. “You’re worrying over nothing my love.” You would tell him every day when he got away from his responsibilities to check on your wellbeing.

“I am worrying over the health and happiness of my family, it is not nothing.” He argued.

“And I appreciate it,” you placed a hand on his cheek, kissing him, “but there is still a long way before this baby is born.”

“So there will be many days of ensuring that you are well.” He replied, as though his concern was obvious.

“I cannot argue with you.”

“Because I am right about these things.”

It took only a year and a half for the baby to be born. Long for you, who expected the pregnancy to be closer to that of your mother before you or even other women in Dale who had given birth. But it was shorter than dwarves were accustomed to and there was a great celebration when they learned that the baby was ready to be born, and so soon. A true gift from the ancestors, they were to meet the newest in the line of Durin, the next heir to the throne, after only a year and a half. You were truly a blessing to the people, as they saw it.

While they celebrated you labored, the baby was stubborn and much larger than you expected. ‘Dwarfs are born strong’ was Thorin’s explanation for the size of the child, some ten pounds in weight. He took longer than a day to be born and when finally he arrived you were so tired you wept holding him. Thorin took him to the throne room while you were sleeping, disrupting the festivities to share his child with the other dwarves.

“I never thought I’d see the day,” Dwalin mused, passing the son of Thorin on to Oin. The baby hardly fussed as he was passed from dwarf to dwarf, each making their own observation on him and his lineage. Thorin walked proudly about the room, watching over his child with caution as each too a turn to hold him. It was a moment he had never envisioned coming to pass and he felt more pride than he realised he was capable of. More enthralling that retaking the mountain from Smaug or journeying across Middle Earth with Bilbo was the birth of his child. As he looked upon his son he was overcome with joy and love, emotions that had little room in his heart before he had met you.

When the baby had met the last of his future subjects he was handed back to his father who took him to your room where you lay, awake now, and waiting to hold him.

“Who would have thought I would be the last to hold my son?” You teased, and watched as Thorin’s ears went pink.

“It is tradition he be presented to the people.”

“Given the length of our people’s celebrations I imagine you did not need to present him so swiftly. Perhaps you could have waited a day or two?”

“I admit I was impatient to show him off.”

“Then let’s be glad I was not pregnant for four years, I don’t know if you could have waited.”

He passed your son to you and settled on the bed to observe the two of you together. “I am glad, it gives us the opportunity to try for another sooner.”

“I’ve just had this one.” You leaned over and kissed him, “and we have not even named him yet, unless you have done that without me as well.”

“I simply wanted you to rest undisturbed.” Thorin replied, defending his actions.

You laughed, “I know my love, I’m only teasing you.”

“I wish you wouldn’t.” He brushed away the fringe on his son’s forehead, hair dark like his own. “We shall think of something befitting, for now let us just enjoy him as he is.”

I just kept writing for five hundred years...sorry this took so long! Also, this is the first time I've written Thorin so I apologize if the vernacular is off...I didn’t get a chance to rewatch any of The Hobbit to reacquaint myself with him and it’s been like a year since I’ve seen it.

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Rules of one’s soul

(this was partially inspired by @lykillofasgard ‘s Nosuit fic Opposites Attract. Please go check out their writing and support this writer! I apologize if anything comes off too ooc or drawn out. It’s my first time trying to write something for Deltarune. All mentioned characters belongs to Toby Fox and co.)

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He shouldn't have done that. He shouldn't be doing ANY of this. What would one think if they knew that the King's appointed Duke of Puzzles, caretaker of the prince, and master of law and order would be feeling absolutely weak in the presence of an insolent clown?! NO! He wasn't weak! Rouxls Kaard was anything but weak. He was just....uh..a little unprepared for the absolute madness of the knave when they first encountered. Yes. That's it! Not even the great Duke of Puzzles could get all first impressions right. He wasn't sure of the strange feeling in his gut whenever his mind revolved around back to THAT night. The strength of those ghastly hands latching onto him and slamming him into the cold steel, near those sickly glowing eyes. The very thought of those things made him shudder and get a sick feeling in his stomach. In a way, he was more terrorfying than thy king. At least with him you could tell when the Spade was displeased in anyway, but there's no feeling behind a mad man's smile. So. The answer to recovery was to just avoid the place and do his best to push those thoughts deep down and try to distract himself. And for a while. It actually worked. He managed to busy himself by making an actual working piece of his work the king seemed pleased with. He called it, A Control Crown. Though it still could use some work as it only worked on more...um. Less smart beings of the realm. And the King's annoying worm(but much better company keeper) of a son had gotten himself into plenty of shenanigans the Duke had to fix or pull him out of. It had been maybe a few months since the incident and he rarely thought of any of that encounter. So all was well with the Duke of Puzzle. Thou the duke did experience a strange tugging or nagging feeling like he was missing something. Oh well. None of it mattered. At least. Not until that night. A storm had decided to make itself present that night much to the annoyance and fear of the guards. For it was tonight that the prisoner better who some had called Jevil -odd name if you asked him- once again decided now would be the right time to act up and strike fear into the poor guards in charge of the food supply to him. Which also meant none wanted to go down there. Which ultimately meant the duty would fall on the next upper person in charge. .....Which meant it was up to him. To settle things. And go down there. With that THING! He honestly almost threw up the mac and cheese Lancer and himself ate for lunch when he found out. But he was the Duke of Puzzles, appointed by the King himself. Law keeping was one of his best assets, which was why he was put in charge of these guards. So, with a heavy stomach and light head, he assured any listening he'd once again take care of the 'little worm' and put a stop to this all. Oh,if only he could have seen the familiar frozen grin plastered on his face at the moment. It only got worse when he stepped into the elevator and pushed the button to the unknown level. Once the doors closed, the Duke let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and immediately reached to clutch at the tufts of shiny snow white hair on his head. "What the f*cketh have I done?!" He breathed between gasping breaths. He wasn't even sure how stupid he was at this point! Why didn't he just tell them to let the stupid prisoner go hungry just for tonight and not bother!? This was absolute madness. Like kicking a live bee nest to anger the pathetic insects- Bing! "HA!" The Duke let out a short high pitched squeak of fright from the doors reopening to reveal the beginnings of a staircase and darkness below. He hoped no one heard him. A high pitched series of laughter ruined that hope. "Oh, how fun,fun! A Duke of no suit has come once again, again to seek what he thinks he rules over!" He flinched when he faintly saw two glowing pinpricks from down below. "How interesting, interesting.~ Have you come to finally play, play?~" He stood there frozen at the sight of yellow eyes waiting for his answer. The feeling of that insolent's slimey tongue grazing his cheek and the feeling of complete helplessness came rushing back to him in a heart beat. Gathering what pride and dignity he had left, the Duke casually stood straight up and gave an annoyed look. He tried to invision himself talking to a rookie guard or Lancer whenever he had to explain something. He just had to remember. HE was the one in charge. Not some bumbling knave that couldn't even harm him from his prison all the way down below. "I-It has cometh to mine attention that thou art scaring the very guards that feed you!" He shouted down and waited for a response. But none came. The eyes didn't even blink. So he nervously licked his lips and continued. "If thou wishes to keep getting proper treatment from them in the future then thou needs to follow the rules set in place." Felling a little more confident. He decided to yell louder. He was in charge. Not him. He had no control over the situation. He made the rules. "Thou art getting on mine nerves and I do not wish to heareth about thine useless chatters or antics! I haveth no time to deal with thee any longer! I have more important matters to deal with than the rambles of an absolute mad man!! So keepest thine voice down and cease your useless shenanigans at once!!" His voice echoed throughout the silent prison as the yellow eyes continued their silent watching. Rouxls stared down at the lowlife a little longer before smiling. That was until the pinpricks disappeared as the crazy fool threw his head back in laughter at the stupid show he just witnessed. Rouxls felt his ears press to his sides and his stomach drop hard. This wasn't the reaction he had hoped. All too soon the eyes were back along with a mocking voice. "What a shame! What a shame! Thinking he could order the only one free, free in the whole kingdom!~ How amusing!~ How fun!! FUN!!~" Rouxls didn't like the change in tone of the deranged jester's voice. It almost sounded intrigued. And that's what scared him most. "I never had so much fun,fun with another pawn before! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!! Tell me Rouxls Kaard. If you are in charge, charge then why are you too afraid to play this little game, game of yours?~ Hmm." The Duke didn't say anything at first. The heavy scent of fear consuming him and making his head spin. "I.....I shan't need to e-explain myself to the likes of you! I prefer not to waste mine valuable time on dealing with your insolent empty words. Thou can pretend with thine mind games all thee wishes but Rouxls Kaard is nay fool!" He pointed a hand at him. " For you see, I have thought of the possibility of thou using these games to trickest me into coming in range of your dastardly grip! But I shan't be fooled again so easily! For by me staying far from thine's hold then thou shall not have a open point to strike! Who's winning who's game now if thou never even got a chance to make his first move?!" "Yet, yet I'm not the one who's playing dirty.~ What fun is a game if one wins just because, because he cheats out of fear?~" "Hark thee little knave!!" He bellowed in absolute anger like he just threw dirt on his new suit. "What rules are laid down is followed and I shan't listen to you any longer!" He turned back towards the entrance to the elevator with a huff. The voice cooed in amusement. "BWAHAHA! A shame that the rules card is running like a defeated child,child at a game of checkers.~ My next visitor will be pleased, pleased to hear about the cowardly leader of a Duke that masters, masters over them!~" He froze. Did he just-...? No. He couldn't have just....But he did! Taking a breath, the duke world around to face the yellow eyes with anger. "Thou insolent, foolish WORM!!" He bellowed at the top of his lungs. Making the jester laugh again as the duke began to march towards the stairs in complete anger that his authority would be tested by a common criminal. As he stomped his way down, he remembered to keep his distance with time when he reached the bottom. Now face to face with the clown behind the bars. Even with his limited vision, he could make out the jester's pleased smile on his face. "You DARE to threaten me with useless rumors of mine reputation?!" "Hehehe. Not a threat and not, not a rumor.~ Just facts straight and simple.~ But now that you're her, here-" The bells on him errily chimed as he tilted his head. "I find you're more fun, fun to play with.~ Tell me, tell me. Did you figure out the game, game we started last visit?" Rouxls huffed. "You mean that useless asult on mine person? BAH! I refused to even think about such things to do with the likes of thou, Jevil!" A sudden spark seemed to light up in the jester as his attention became a bit more...focused. "Ooh!~ So you learnt my name, name?~ BWAHAHA! Tell me, oh Duke of rules and puzzles. Have you any idea of what YOU have started with this game, game of ours you triggered? Are not the feelings and tugs at your very, very core not clues to this puzzle you can't seem to solve?~" The duke gave the madman a confused look at the nonsense he was spouting out of his mouth. Was this a battle of wits or riddles? If so he won either way. He didn't intend on ever coming back or giving this creature any more of his precious time after this. What was the point if he never made sense anyhow? "Was does thou even mean? This is nay puzzle! Tis a riddle of a mad fool that shan't ever be solved!" "Hmm. Perhaps. Perhaps. But tell me this Duke, and tell me true. True." A hand stuck itself out of the bars to point at him, making him flinch. "Did you not have a feeling of need,need or incompletion when you first left this place, place!? Is it now gone?! Replaced with the need to prove yourself! To, to the very person you can never win or lose against in this corrupted. CORRUPTED EMPIRE YOU CALL HOME, HOME!!" It felt like the walls and darkness themselves were vibrating with the booming voice of the smaller floating man. Rouxls couldn't even bring himself to speak and Jevil's smile suddenly became knowing instead of amused. "THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN REALLY PLAY A GAME!! GAME!! THAT MATCHES YOUR VERY OWN!! ROUXLS KAARD!! OUR FIRST MEETING, MEETING WAS NEVER OUR LAST!! THE VERY MOMENT WE MADE CONTACT, CONTACT IT SEALED US AND FATE INTERTWINED WITHIN MY FREEDOM, FREEDOM AND YOUR IMPRISONMENT!! THE BEING OF PERFECT ORDER AGAINST THE TRUE EMBODYMENT OF RAW CHAOS!! CHAOS!!" The last word felt like a wave of sound hit him and sent the duke stumbling forward a few steps almost falling to his face before he looked up at the absolute monster clutching the bars in absolute raw horror. "You....You're absolutely mad!!" Jevil chuckled again. "Maybe that's true. Maybe I am insane. Insane. But I am truly the only free, free person....But you know. It's gotten rather boring,boring and dare I saw lonely in my little freedom. Duke of puzzles. I haven't really, really felt like anyone but my old friend Seam could begin to make me this amused, amused." Maybe his insanity was rubbing off onto Rouxls but he could've sworn he saw Jevil's smile slipping a little. "I will always regret happened between us, us. But, it seems fate has directed you towards me, hmm?" "What?....I-I...I still haven't the faintest idea thou is sputtering out!" "Heh. You still don't get, get it do you, Rouxls?" He gave a hum and might have sounded like a disapproved parent if he wasn't still smiling though me. "Interesting, interesting. Tell me. Do you know the concept of soulmates?~" Silence. The frozen duke stared at the floating creature inside the cage as his brain tried to process this. Yes. He knew what a soulmate was. What an absolutely stupid question. Everyone knows a soulmate is the one person in life you feel compelled towards. Like finally putting the final missing piece of a puzzle together-.....Wait. Wait a minute. The realization must've reflected in his eyes because Jevil's smile became more soft if that was even possible for a mad man. ".....No...NO! Nononononononono! NO!!" He hands flew up to clutch his head. The floor felt like it was consuming him with how much his body fell forward to it's knees. "NO! NO! THOU TIS LYING!! MORE MIND GAMES!!" He shouted desperately at the jester who just smiled warmly back, like he was a dear old friend stopping by to grab a chat. His eyes searched for any indicators of mind games or a sick joke. "I...I can't anything to you but a toy for your amusement! Let alone thou's s-soul....IT"S NOT TRUE! I SHAN'T HEAR OF IT!! LIES!! ALL OF IT LIES-AH!!" The same strength pressed him against the same bars. And the once proud duke whimpered like a dog when facing the same eyes from his nightmares. "Naïve, naïve little duke." His voice was like he was trying to comfort a child and Rouxls let out a whimper when a clawed hand cupped his chin. His face was closer now. Why wasn't his body reacting!? He could feel the hot breath of the jester before he spoke next. "One cannot deny the rules, rules set down by fate now. Can you?~ We balance and do our dance, dance like chest pieces on a bourd. One never belonging to a suit, suit or getting the upper hand. But...we never lose, lose either.~" The contact was warm, heated and made the duke feel a sudden rush of strange belonging filled with another stronger feeling of throwing up. Both feelings intensified when the crazy jester slightly loosened his grip on the frozen man's shoulder when something that felt strangely similar to a rope wrapped around his torso. Jevil didn't notice the white shiny liquid beginning to sting the duke's eyes or the sudden swing until something came impacting into his face. The force sending the smaller man a few feet away to the ground with a loud "OH!". Instantly when the contact was broken the duke threw himself back onto his rear and shuffled back towards the stairs. Gagging and clutching at his chest. Trying his dammed hardest not to give in to the urge to puke. A slight pain throbbed in his hand from where it struck the jester. He coughed and sputtered while taking gulps of air through his mouth to help control himself. A small silence went by before the duke shakily looked at the direction of the man who had once again violated his personal being. At first he thought he was imagining it through the tears or the rushed feelings spiked through him, but no. Jevil was standing there instead of floating. One hand clutching the bars while the other cupped the cheek he guess he must've hit. A look of pure shock on the jester's face. Of the ounce proud man now reduced to a shaking crying mess. Neither said anything for a moment before jevil spoke. "You're....crying. Crying?" He blinked and removed the hand from his cheek to inspect it. Like the answers were written on his palm. "You...hit me, me?" "WELL WHAT DID THOU EXPECT YOU GOD DAMMED FOOL!?!?" Both flinched at the sudden raged tone that seemed to rush out of him. Jevil more than him. But the angry feelings overtook any other rational thoughts. "DID THOU SERIOUSLY THINK UP THIS WHOLE CRAZY DELUSIONAL F-FANTASY OF ROMANCE TO GO ALONG WITH YOUR PATHETIC TRAGETY STORY LIKEST SOME SICK NOVEL WRITTEN BY A COMMONER!?!?" Jevil stared long and hard before an annoyed expression came over him. "Fantasy, fantasy?.....DELUSIONAL TO MY OWN FEELINGS!?" He growled and gripped the bars of his caged prison. "YOU DARE SIT THERE, THERE AND CALL ME, ME A FOOL FOR RECONGNIZING THE PLAIN TRUTH WHEN NO ONE ELSE DOES, DOES?!" This time it was the duke's turn to give a dry laugh. "HA! YOU CALL WHAT JUST HAPPENED A TRUEST EVENT!? AND YOU ACTUALLY EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THOU'S GESTURE LIKE A NORMAL DARKNER'S?!" Jevil's face immediately dropped. Rouxls sat there as both heavily breathed from the events. Before the duke slowly stood up onto wobbly legs. "E-Even...if I did think thou's affections were true, what reason would I have t-to accept or believe when the person who gives it is a prisoner? Seam was in his righteth mind to exit this madness when he did-" A low growl directed him back to the now angry jester. Anger was a new expression for him but right now he didn't care. Rouxls felt sick, covered in sweaty slime and tears, and equally angry. ''Don't bring Seam, Seam into this." "Or what!? Thou'll attack me with more unwanted affection! This isn't exactly a splendid walk in the dungeon foreth me!" The imp let out another growl before pointing another clawed hand at him. "You cannot, cannot tell me you can't feel-" "I DON'T!!" The loud voice of the duke echoed throughout the entirety of the prison cell. Silencing anymore rambling from either end. "I tire of these useless antics a-and....AND I HAVETH ENOUGTH ON MINE PLATE AS TIS IS!!" He pointed a hand at him. "I SHAN'T EVER RETURN TO DEAL WITH THOU'S ANTICS AND I WILL NEVER SEE YOU AS MORE THAN THE ONE WHO TOILS WITH MINE EMOTIONS!! GOOD MORROW, WORM!!" He turned and began stomping his way back up the stairs towards the open doors of the elevator. Ignoring the sudden expression on the imp's face. "W-What?....ROUXLS!! You can't leave a game unfinished once you start to play, play!! It hasn't even finished!...R-Rouxls? Y-You can't forfit this game, game.....Not when I-...COME BACK, BACK!!" He paid the creature no mind while he continued climbing up the stairs-...Which was a mistake. An animalistic shriek pierced the air louder than anything he ever heard from the king. A shudder ran up his spine and only one thought shot through his head. RUN! He sprinted towards the exit up ahead. Almost tripping over his own two feet a couple times in his panicked haste to get out. Something whizzed by his head and embeaded itself into the wall above his form as more began whizzing past him. The animalistic screaming still present. One of the thing grazed his shoulder causing him to yelp in pain as a cut instantly formed. He ran into the elevator and practically spammed the up button as more of those sharp objects continued to fly around him. The doors slowly closed. Muffling the shrieking and little metallic thuds. Slowly, the elevator began to steadily rise leaving the noise behind him. Unable to withstand the wild roller coaster of emotions moving through him, Rouxls collapsed against the side of the elevator as it continued to rise. His body shook uncontrollably as he was finally able to take a look at the things that were flung at him.....Hearts. These things were all hearts. He choked. The once proud Duke of Puzzles reduced himself to a sobbing crying mess as the elevator continued to rise.

#Nosit #writing #deltarune #Jevil #rouxls kaard

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tournesolia · 6 years ago

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Dark Fate Ayato Vampire Ending Translation

– Screams echoed inside the castle.

No, it wasn't only inside the castle.

When we went outside, I noticed they

echoed everywhere in the Demon World.

It was what Karl Heinz-san

left behind at the end...

A new world where a new specie will live.

He didn't want demons or humans there.

So, he was exterminating them.

I couldn't stop my body from trembling.

But when I refused to move,

Ayato-kun stayed by my side.

With gentleness, his hand pulled me back

to be swallowed by the darkness of despair--

Vampire man A : GYAAAAA !

Vampire woman A : No... HIYAAAAAA !!

Place : Forest

Yui : No way... ! That's terrible... !!

Ayato : Is that... Is that the world that guy wished for ?

For that... !?

What's that new specie ? What's...

Yui : Ayato-kun...

??? : Ayato-kun ! Little Bitch !!

Ayato : … !?

Yui : (That voice is--)

*Laito and Kanato show up

Ayato : You...

*Reiji, Shu and Subaru show up as well

Ayato : … What ? The whole crew clang tenaciously to life ?

Laito : Heh, of course we would survive

Kanato : I agree with Laito for once. I'm not weak enough to die to this extent

Ayato : Heh... Well, that's cool then

Yui : (Thank goodness... I'm so glad that everyone's alive...!)

Reiji : Anyway... What's the meaning of this ? The meeting place for the evening party is now a sea of flames

Subaru : Tch... There's mountains of corpses everywhere

Yui : (No way...)

Reiji : What is our father doing ? We must report that to him immediately

Ayato : That's... useless

Reiji : … What do you mean ?

Ayato : That guy's dead

Reiji : …

Shu : … Dead ?

Ayato : Yeah

Reiji : This is not the time to make such jokes...

There's no way that this person would die

Ayato : I'm not joking. That guy's not here anymore

… That was what he wanted

Reiji : …

Ayato : Also... Kanato, Laito

Kanato : What is it ?

Ayato : Mother's also dead

Kanato : … !

Laito : … Yeah... I see...

??? : This person... died... ?

*The mukamis show up

Ruki : In that case... Sakamaki Ayato... That means you're Adam, correct ?

Yui : (… Did the Mukamis know about the plan, perhaps...?)

Azusa : Eve... Your Adam is... Ayato-san, right... ?

Kou : … We...

Yuma : …

Reiji : Adam ? What the hell is this !? Explain !!

Yui : Well--

After that, we told them

everything we knew so far.

Everything about the plan that their

father, Karl Heinz, wished to accomplish.

And then--

Place : Forest

Reiji : … No way... Are you telling me this was what father wished for... ?

Ruki : And this is where Adam and Eve were born...

Ayato : Adam ? Eve ? Who cares about that ?

Yours Truly is Yours Truly. And Breastless is Breastless. That's just it

Shu : … That's so Ayato...

So ? What are you guys gonna do now ? You can't be heedless forever

Ruki : I’ll return to the human world. Then I'll think about my own way of life...

Kou : You mean “we”, right ?

Yuma : Yeah, right. You're talking as if you'd do it alone

Ruki : … You...

Azusa : … Ruki... They're right. We're brothers... aren't we ?

Ruki : … Yeah, you're right

That's how it is... It's time to depart then

*The Mukamis leave

Yui : (… Everyone...)

Ayato : They left...

Shu : Aah, indeed... I guess we should do the same. Yawn...

– So, Ayato, what are you going to do ?

Ayato : Well...

Yui : (That's right, even us can't stay here forever)

(We must think about what we should do from now on)

Ayato : …

I'll stay here. With Yui

Yui : Ayato-kun...

Laito : Ayato-kun has come to say such nice things. I'm deeply moved

Kanato : … Well, I guess this is fine. But Eden is still collapsing

Ayato : Hehe... Hey hey, who do you think you're talking to ?

Don't fool around with the great Ayato !

*Ayato uses his magic

*white flash

Yui : (Ah... ! Is Eden ceasing to collapse...?)

Reiji : … I see

Are you saying that if father's power was making Eden collapse, it would be stopped by you since you have that power now... ?

Ayato : Haa... Haa... Even if I didn't have his power, I can do something like that !

Subaru : … I'm not so sure...

Ayato : Aah !? What was that ?

Reiji : My my... even if such a thing just happened, when it comes with all of you...

Yui : (Reiji-san is saying that, but... I'm happy that everyone met and exchange words like this...)

Ayato : … ! Hey... ! Breastless !

Yui : Y-Yes !?

Ayato : You're making a dumb face for no reason ! Now that we're decided, hurry up and get ready

Are you the kind of woman who enjoy taking her time at the crucial moment ?

Yui : Eh ?

Ayato : Ah ? You don't get it ?

Laito : Heheh. ♪ Little Bitch's slow

Even if Eden collapsed a little, if you're saying that you'll live together at this castle...

Is that all there is to it ?

Yui : … Errr...

Ayato : Aah geez ! Well...

– We'll immediately start the preparations for the wedding ceremony, duh !

Yui : … !

Ayato-kun and I will...

Ayato : Y-Yeah. We're doing it for no reason. Really, for no reason !

Laito : … You're not being honest

Ayato : Aah !? What was that !?

Laito : Nothiiiiing, hehe ♪

Yui : (Ayato-kun and I will...)

(What should I do ? It's as if I was dreaming...)

Shu : … Well, do whatever you like

Subaru : If you don't make more trouble, I don't mind

Reiji : You're welcome to, as long as you don't inconvenience me

Aah, however.... Since I'm the only one who has common sense, allow me to say one single word

– Congratulations

Yui : (Reiji-san...)

Ayato : Say whatever you want !

Ah, that's right. Hereafter, I can promote you as my retainer, how about it ?

Reiji : I shall decline. Sigh... I should leave soon

Ayato : Aah ? You're going where ?

Reiji : The place doesn't matter

Because... I can go anywhere now

… Father's no longer here. So there's no reason for me to stay in this place

*Reiji leaves

Ayato : Then where--

Subaru : I'm leaving too

I didn't want to stay with you all in the first place. So long !

*Subaru leaves

Shu : Well, me too... Yawn... It's finally gonna be quiet...

*Shu leaves

Yui : (The three of them left. The ones left are...)

Ayato : What will you guys do ?

Laito : Hmm, what should I dooo ? Should I leave ?

It would be fun to see the two newlyweds doing lots of things together. Right, Kanato-kun ?

Kanato : I disagree. I'm leaving as well

*Kanato leaves

Laito : Eeh, how boring. Oh well... There's nothing I can do this time

See you ~ ♪ Ah, and invite me to your ceremony, okaaay ?

*Laito runs after Kanato

Yui : Ah...

… Everyone left

Ayato : Hmph, they made their decision

At last, it's finally just the two of us

… Well, let's go

Yui : O-Okay... !

*Ayato gets closer

Ayato : *kisses Yui

Yui : Wha... !

Ayato : But don't you want to kiss before that ?

Yui : … B-Before, you say... ? We already kissed, Ayato-kun...

Ayato : Shaddup !

Well, you know what... That kiss wasn't that bad

Soo, let's go this time

Yui : Yes... !

Ayato-kun held my hand and

we headed back to Eden.

That place was ruined now.

But in my eyes, it looked

more beautiful than before.

I wondered why.

That question was quickly resolved.

Because the answer was right beside me,

more than anything, more than anyone--

*birds singing

Ayato : – Hey, are you dozing off ?

Hurry up and come here !

Yui : (Aah... I wonder why it's so calm today)

(It's the day of our wedding ceremony... I'm so glad)

Ayato : Hey, what are you thinking about ? Even though the great me is in front of you, you're thinking about something else

Geez, there's no place for negligence

Yui : Hehe... Sorry...

Ayato : Hmph...

… Anyway...

Those bros just ate during the ceremony and then quickly disappeared. Same things for those Mukami rascals

I gathered all of them at such a time and I dunno where and what they're doing

Well, now that I'm the great king of this place, it's just normal to gather them

Yui : (Am I the only one who thinks that everyone payed attention to us...?)

Ayato : Hey, I have one thing to say

Yui : What is it ?

Ayato : I'm by your side like that because I acted according to that guy's plan

Yui : Ayato-kun...

Ayato : I don't give a shit about all his “saving the world” talk

The Demon World is already messed up. But...

I have you before my eyes now

So I want to touch you. I want to hug you

I don't want to leave you. I want to stay by your side...

In brief, err... You know, like...

…

Aah, that's right

– I love you, Yui

… I love you...

No matter what the world will become, let's be together

That's just what I think

Yui : (… Ayato-kun...)

(I love you too)

(I believe only in you, and always will... I love you)

(We'll always... be together...)

Vampire ending : End

#Diabolik Lovers #diabolik lovers translations #diabolik lovers dark fate #Diabolik Lovers Dark Fate Translations #sakamaki ayato #Komori Yui #sakamaki laito #Sakamaki Kanato #sakamaki reiji #sakamaki shu #sakamaki subaru #Mukami Ruki #mukami kou #mukami yuma #mukami azusa #vampire ending

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fire-emblem-heroes-supports · 7 years ago

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FH!M!Robin/Fae C-S Support

Written by @datkooby

C SUPPORT

Grima: Hmph. Puny humans. Always getting in my way. Disrupting my plans. But no longer shall I be subjected to armor slaying knights.

Grima: They shall know true fear. For I am the wings of dispair. I am the breath of ruin… I am the fell dra-

Fae: Tag! You’re “it”!

Grima: I am “IT”!

Grima: …wait.

Grima: Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing, child?

Fae: ‘scalled Tag! And you’re “it”!

Grima: “It” for what? Are you assuming a God like me has time for your games, child?

Fae: Well, everyone’s gots time for games! Even dee… di… divine dragons like us! If you don’t make time for play, you get all grumpy!

Fae: And you looked the grumpiestest dragon of them all.

Grima: Bah. So, a game you want, a game you shall get.

Grima: I shall destroy you, child, and all you-

Grima: Hey- wait, get back here!

Fae: Nyah nyah, gotta catch me first!!

Grima: …hmph. They shall know fear. Right after I am through being “it”.

[Grima and Fae have reached support rank C.]

B SUPPORT

Grima: Hahh… hahh… for a small one… she sure can run.

Grima: This is embarrassing. I cannot continue running after this child, hoping to stop being “it” in a game I did not want to play.

Grima: Perhaps if I were to simply burn down the forest, it would flush her out.

Fae: Heya!

Grima: A-HAH! I have found you now, child! Now you shall-

Fae: Didja give up tryin’ ta find me?

Grima: What, no, I was just about to…

Grima: …Now hold on one moment. What was the meaning of this game? You deliberately delayed my plans to finally be rid of these wretched humans!

Fae: Nuh-uh, I didn’t debilerately do nothin’! I jus’ wanted to play tag’s all. B'sides, you were smiling!

Grima: I did not smile, pest. I was simply… enjoying the thrill of the hunt.

Fae: Naw, you were smiling!

Grima: …fine. I was and I hated it. Listen now and listen well, child. You cannot, not ever, cross me. You shall come to regret it, child.

Fae: My name’s not “child”, Mister. My name’s Fae, and I’m gonna be bigger and stronger than you one day! So’s that way, when I’m big, I can cross you any time I want!

Grima: …you have heart, young Fae. But know this. I am the wings of despair, I am the breath of ruin. I am the Fell Dragon, Grima!

Fae: Okay! Good to meet you Mister Grimer!

Grima: Wait- no, that’s Grima.

Grima: And… she’s run off again. Hmph. If I try to catch up with her, I will certainly lose precious time. And energy.

[Grima and Fae have reached support rank B.]

A SUPPORT

Fae: Gosh. I’ve sure done it now. I’m all lost, an’ no one’s around.

Fae: But that’s okay! ‘Slong’s as I gots my dragonstone I’ll be okay!

Grima: Child, get down!

Fae: Huh-?

Grima: There! See that? There was an archer poised to strike. You could have been killed.

Grima: Thankfully I dispatched him for you. He didnt stand a chance against me.

Fae: Golly… you saved my life, Mister Grim!

Grima: That’s Grima, Fae. What’s the matter with you, running off into the forest by yourself? You could have been someone’s next victim.

Fae: I-I’m sorry, Mister Grima. I just wanted to play and lookit the pretty flowers out here.

Grima: Hmph. Fae, you must promise me something here and now. For your safety.

Fae: Oh? What is it, Mister Grima?

Grima: You have to promise not to wander off on your own. If anything were to happen, the Summoner would have been crushed.

Grima: …well, emotionally. I wouldn’t mind to see them crushed physically.

Fae: …then you gotta promise me somethin in return, Mister Grima.

Grima: Hmm. Very well. What can I promise a child like you?

Fae: You haveta promise not to hurt anyone anymore.

Grima: What-? I will not promise such a thing, whelp!

Fae: Then I’m just gonna wander off on my own then and get hurt, is that what you want?

Grima: I… nngh. Fine. I won’t hurt anyone anymore.

Fae: Promise?

Grima: …I promise.

Fae: Yay! Then follow me, Mister Grima, there was this pretty patch of flowers I wanna show you!

[Grima and Fae have reached support rank A.]

S SUPPORT

Grima: Hehehe. Hahaha! Hahahahaa!! Foolish Mortals! Today your insolence pays for itself! Your puny lives are at their end!! For I, Grima, shall strike you-

Fae: NO!!!

Grima: Wha- Ch- Fae?! Let go of me!!

Fae: No!! You promised!!

Grima: Wh- are those tears in your eyes child? I…

Fae: You promised not to hurt anyone anymore!! You promised me, Grima! I won’t let you break your promise!

Grima: …I… but this is my purpose. Their lives are forfeit to me, Fae. This is what I came to this earth to do.

Fae: Then change it! Change your purpose! You can’t just keep hurting people, my friends and their families who didnt do nothin to you!!

Fae: I know you can be good.

Grima: …I see. You truly have no idea what I am capable of.

Grima: …But. I can tell you will not let go. So, let me make you a new promise.

Grima: In exchange for their lives, all I ask, Fae, is your safety. I shall stay by your side to keep you safe for eternity. And they shall never know pain again.

Fae: You really mean it?

Grima: I made a promise, didn’t I?

Fae: Yep. You did. So let me be your purpose instead of hurting people Grima.

Grima: I accept with open arms.

[Grima and Fae have reached support rank S.]

#fire emblem awakening #fire emblem the binding blade #male and female heroes #fallen robin #fae #fallen robin x fae #grima #grima x fae #submission

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raccoonsinqueen · 7 years ago

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<3 Confessions <3

Feeling fluffy rn

-Sans-

“What’s the deal?” You laughed as you followed your close, skeletal pal up the grassy hill. Sans hadn’t let go of your hand once, even though he was holding a telescope in his hand.

“what?” Sans grinned towards you, turning back lazily for just a second. “wondering where the hill i’m taking you?”

You snorted. His jokes were dumb, and you didn’t know why they made you laugh everytime. “Yes, actually.”

“don’t trust me?”

“Hard to trust someone who doesn’t have a brain.” You teased, tugging his hand back and leaving him to crash against your chest. You playfully pocked at his chest. “Or a heart.”

The most curious blue flushed across his cheek bones. He seemed to do that a lot around you, so you figured it must be a skeleton thing.

“h-haha, yeah...” No witty quip? He must have alot on his mind...

Sans led you along, occasionally inserting a pun or two, which you would laugh for, until you finally made it to the top of the hill.

“alright, here we are.” Sans stopped setting his telescope down.

You looked at the view and hummed, “It’s nice up here.”

“nice will be an understatement in just a second, kid.” Sans winked at you before coming up behind you and covering your eyes. “here, give it a second.”

You chuckled, “What’s this all about?”

“i may not have a heart or a brain, but you can trust me on this one, kid.”

“Will this trust involve your sweaty hands on my eyes for five minutes?”

“er...” You could practically feel him getting warmer. “i-it won’t be too much longer, kid.”

You laughed, “I’m only teasing, Sans! You know I don’t mind your company!”

For some reason, he only got warmer at that. “right...”

Finally, after some comfortable silence, Sans spoke up.

“alright, here you go.”

As soon as his hands left your eyes, you looked up and felt your soul fill with child-like wonder. It was beautiful, the sky was filled with stars. You had never seen the sky so clear, especially being so close to the city. It was like an array of dark blues and purples of every shade with scattered freckles of white starlight. It was beautiful.

“It’s... Amazing.” You said, almost breathless.

You hadn’t even noticed, but Sans was staring at you with that same wonder. “stars, i love you.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

You turned to face him, and Sans went bright blue. “uh, i-i was talking to the stars! the stars! i love ‘em, good ‘ol flaming balls of gas and whatnot...”

“Yes,” You turned back to the sky. “It’s beyond gorgeous. Sans. Thank you.”

“of course...” Sans sat down, quietly. “...i’m glad you like it.”

-Papyrus-

"I LOVE YOU!”

You blinked.

“Uhm...” You looked at your hands, which were currently being held captive by the seven-foot-tall skeleton on his knees as he gazed into your eyes with a bright orange glow across his cheekbones.

“I LOVE YOU WITH THE BURNING ROMANCE OF A THOUSAND LOVERS!!” He leaned closer to you, causing you to lean back.

“You, uh...” You looked around. No wonder there were rose petals scattered literally everywhere. When he invited you to “THE MOST AMAZING AND ROMANTIC DINNER OF YOUR LIFE”, you thought he meant ‘romantic’ as in ‘fantasy-filled’ not ‘actually romantic’. Sometimes he just talks like that, with his fancy words and strange double meetings. Yet, there you are, three bites into his ‘LOVE-SPAGHETTI’ and he’s confessing to you. You wondered if all these candles were a fire hazard... “... Love me?”

“YES! WITH UNRIVALED PASSION!!”

“P-Papyrus-”

“YOU’RE AMAZING! ALMOST AS AMAZING AS ME!” He cried, “YOU’RE KIND AND CREATIVE AND YOU LIKE MY SPAGHETTI AND YOUR SUPER PRETTY AND YOU PLAY WITH MY PUZZLES AND YOUR SMART AND YOUR CLEVER AND I LOVE YOU-”

“Papyrus!” You almost squeaked out, “We’ve known eachother for barely a week!”

He shook his head. “I DON’T CARE! MY LOVE FOR YOU AND YOUR SUPER SEXY HIPS IS UNDETERABLE!”

“Hoh, boi.” You took your hand to rub your temples. At least he was cute... “Look, Papyrus, you can’t just, uhm, proclaim your love for someone after only a week of knowing them.”

“BUT I HAVE!” Papyrus smiled too bright for this world. “AND I’LL DO IT AGAIN! I LOVE YO-!”

You put your hands over his teeth, “Papyrus, please!”

“OKAY, I’LL STOP...”

You exhaled.

“...IF YOU GO ON A DATE WITH ME!”

You groaned, looking at the starry-eyed skeleton in front of you. One date wouldn’t be too bad, if he could stop it with all the ‘love’ talk. “One date, Papyrus. One. And that’s it.”

Papyrus stood with confidence and conviction, “THAT’S ALL I NEED TO HAVE YOU FALL FOR ME, TOO!”

-Orange (Underswap Papyrus)-

“Honey, do you want any popcorn?” You called back from in the kitchen.

You heard Papyrus’ faint voice from the living room, “yeah.”

“I didn’t hear a please in that.” You called back.

“because i didn’t give one.”

Snarky jerk. “Fine! No popcorn for you, Honey!” You said, smirking. You pulled out the popcorn when the timer beeped and poured it in a bowl, before making your way into the living room.

“what’s poppin’, kid.” Orange replied with a lazy smirk.

“Nothing for you, Honey.” You replied, a small grin on your face. You saw him twitch ever so slightly. You knew he hated that nickname, and that’s why you used it.

“aw, pouting again?” That received an angry glare from you, which only made him laugh. “come on, kid, learn to share.”

“No.” You said, plopping down on the opposite end of the couch. “Now turn on the movie, I want to see some murder clowns.”

“sure thing, but you know what goes really good with popcorn?” Orange leaned towards you, which made you quirk a brow.

“What?” You eyed him suspiciously.

And before you could make any protests, you suddenly saw him dumping his entire bottle of honey on your lovely popcorn bowl. “a little honey.”

You shoved the popcorn bowl toward him in a fit and fumed, “You jerk! I made that for me!”

Papyrus laughed loudly, “heheh! don’t knock it ‘til you try it, kid!”

“You ruined it! You-! You stupid-! Stop staring at me like that!”

“i can’t help it.” He mused, chuckling only slightly. “you’re so cute.”

Your face flushed a bright red, “Don’t say things like that!”

“like what? like...” Suddenly, Papyrus was too close for comfort. “i love you.”

You shoved his face away from you, “Yes! Like that! Ugh, your teasing is insufferable!”

Was... Was that a bright orange dusted across his cheeks? No, no you must have been imagining things. “right... well, let’s get this movie started, shall we?”

-Blue (Underswap Sans)-

“Y/N!”

You turned around to see your adorable and bubbly, skeletal friend bounding towards you.

“Blueberry,” You smiled as he finally caught up to you. “Where did you come from?”

Sans took a moment to catch his breath, before jumping back up with blue stars in his eye sockets. “I FOLLOWED YOU DOWN THE STREET!”

“Uhm.”

“I KNOW YOU ALWAYS GET OFF OF WORK AT FIVE SHARP, AND I KNOW YOU LIKE TO TAKE YOUR TIME AND PASS BY THE MARKET ON YOUR WAY HOME, SO IT WAS A SIMPLE MATTER OF DETECTIVE WORK!”

You giggled softly. What a funny guy. “Truly amazing, Blueberry. You never cease to amaze me.”

Sans flushed a bright cyan, “MWEHEHE!”

“Well, while your here, can I buy you a crepe?” You smiled. “Something to reward the great detective?”

His eye lights went from stars to hearts in mere seconds. He must truly love crepes. “R-REWARD?”

You giggled again, “Of course! Blueberry flavor for my favorite Blueberry, right?”

“HNNNNNNGH!” He whined, squirming ever so slightly.

“Oh, dear!” You lifted his chin to feel his forehead, he was a burning blue! “Are you feeling alright? You’re so warm to the touch, sweetie!”

Sans melted into your touch, an almost goofy grin accompanying his heart-filled eyes. “Y-Y/N!”

“Sans, you’re taking care of yourself aren’t you?” You worried, “I don’t know what I’d do if you fell ill... I’d be worried sick!”

“I LOVE YOU!!”

You stopped.

Suddenly, Sans realized the words that just fell out of his mouth.

“You-?”

“UHM! I MEAN! I! UH!” Suddenly, Sans was running down the street, “GOTTA GO!!”

“...What?”

-Red (Underfell Sans)-

You downed yet another drink and laughed. “Fine, it’s true! I unironically like anime, but can you blame me?”

“haha! yes! i can!” Sans rumbled with laughter as he chugged his own shot. “stars, you’re such an idiot!”

“Says the loser who thinks wearing all black is cool!”

“hey, you take that back!” Sans rumbled, trying to poke at you but too drunk to actually land any hits. “black is cool, it makes me look edgy!”

“Hahaha! Do you hear yourself?” You poured some more of that sweet brown liquid in your glass, only missing slightly. “Edgy? Okay, Emo-Kid-2000!”

“your suuuuuuuuch a bi-”

“Okay, you’ve had enough!” You laughed, swiping the bottle he was currently trying to drink from him.

“oh, you stiff!” He slurred. “your a hypocritical stiff!”

“And you’re a drunk idiot!”

“so are ya!”

“Well, you got me there, emo kid.” You took a swig from the bottle and laughed.

Sans leaned on the counter and stared at you in awe. “stars, i love you.”

“Haha, what?” What was this all about?

“your sooooooo pretty.” He started drooling. “i wanna make you mine alllll night loooong.”

You rolled your eyes, “Whatever, perv.”

“no no no no not just like that,” He drawled on. “i wanna bang ya, but i also wanna kiss ya, you know what i mean?”

“Uhm?”

“stars, i wanna kiss you so bad...” He leaned closer to you. “i wanna lean into you, and see you, and be with you, and to love you soooooo cloooose. i want you to love me as much as i love you.”

“S-Sans...” You could feel the blush across your face.

“i love y-” And then he threw up next to you.

-Black (Underfell Papyrus)-

You were sleeping on the couch when you heard it. The soft sound of the door closing. You rubbed your eyes and sat up. Was he home already?

You looked toward the door, only seeing a vague silhouette.

“Papyrus?”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING.”

“I was waiting for you.” You yawned. “You always get home so late so I... !!”

“GO BACK TO BED.”

“Papyrus!” You pushed the blanket off of you and rushed to his side, “You’re covered in blood! Are you alright, you didn’t-!”

He grabbed your wrist harshly and hissed, “I’M FINE.”

You were almost startled by his sharp reaction, but you knew him too well to let him scare you off. “No. You’re not.” You used this as an opportunity to grab his own wrist and drag him to the kitchen.

He recoiled, trying to pull his wrist back, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

You turned to him roughly and poked a finger at his chest, “I’m helping you out, you ungrateful idiot!”

Papyrus reeled back, incredibly offended, “I’M NOT-!!”

“Now shut your mouth, and accept someone’s kindness for once, or so help me!”

He finally closed his mouth, only letting out a few grumblings in response.

You set him down on the kitchen table and grabbed a damp washcloth as you began wiping away the stains on his bones and armor.

“YOU...” You saw a faint glow on his cheekbones, “YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS.”

“And you don’t have to get in fights when I’m not around!” You huffed. “Honestly, I wish you wouldn’t, Papyrus! I don’t like you hurting others, and I... I don’t know what I’d do if you came home seriously hurt!”

“...”

He didn’t reply for a while, as you took your time cleaning his wounds. It seems... there was a lot more blood from whoever he was fighting...

“YOU WAITED FOR ME.”

“Of course, I waited for you.” You shook your previous thought away.

“WHY?”

“Because I worry for you.” You huffed.

“. . . Iloveyou. . .”

“What did you say?” You tilted your head.

“I SAID OLIVE JUICE.”

“...What?”

(Shorter ones for these guys)

-Yellow (Echotale G Sans)-

“Wait, what did you say?” You turned toward your bad boy of a friend.

“I said I love you.” G Sans said, nonchalantly as he lit a cigarette.

“... You’re not serious, are you?”

“I am.”

“Oh...” You didn’t know how to respond. He was so... casual?

“Well?”

“Well, what?” You asked.

“Usually, people say something other than “oh” after someone tells them those three little words.”

“What do you want me to say?”

His eye lights grew a ominous yellow, almost in an eery way if you hadn’t known G Sans for so long. His eye lights scrolled over to you, his unreadable expression unchanging, “You know the answer to that.”

-Green (Echotale G Papyrus)-

“Er, uhm, I don’t...” G Papyrus cleared his throat, nervously. “I don’t usually, uh...”

“Oh, G, are you alright?” You put a hand on his shoulder, but that seemed to have the opposite of the intended effect. “Why are you so nervous?”

G Papyrus raked a hand across his scroll, as if trying to clear his head, “S-Sorry! I’m not used to, well...”

“Hey.” You made a point to show him your most comforting smile. “It’s okay. Just relax. I’m your friend.”

“Right... That might actually just be...” With another clear of his throat, G Papyrus straightened his back, and said with the greenest face, “Y/n!”

“Uhm, yes?”

“I! I love you!”

“...”

“Wait, what?!” You recoil.

-Purple (Swapfell Papyrus)-

You were just cooking dinner as you always do, when you suddenly felt two familiar arms encase you completely from behind you, prohibiting you from finishing dinner.

“Wha-?”

“shut up.” Whoa. His voice was dark. What was he-? “don’t say anything. don’t move anything. don’t think anything. don’t. do. anything.”

You went completely still. He just stood there like that, his skull in the crook of your neck and his arms wrapped around your body, squeezing you too tight for comfort.

Just as you were about to say something (which may or may not result in some serious injuries), you heard something just below a whisper in your ear.

“i love you.”

And just like that, he let go of you, and you sucked in a breath you didn’t know you needed. When you turned around, he was gone, and you were left alone to your thoughts and a slowly burning dinner.

-Indigo (Swapfell Sans)-

“HUMAN!!”

“Raspberry.” You replied, coyly.

Sans rolled his eye lights, before he continued, “I HAVE FINALLY DECIDED... TO SAY YES!”

“Yes?” You tilted your head, “To what?”

“TO YOU THROWING YOURSELF AT ME EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY!” Sans put his hands on his hips, “SO, FINE! YOU’VE FORCED ME TO ACCEPT YOUR PROPOSITION!”

“Oh, don’t worry, Raspberry.” You smiled, “I'm not trying to date you.”

“LIES! IMPOSSIBLE!” Sans jabbed at you, “IT CAN BE THE ONLY EXPLANATION!”

“The explanation for what?”

“FOR WHY I LOVE YOU!”

“...”

“You...” You blinked. “You love me?”

Sans looked like a dear in the headlights, and you finally noticed the bright magenta color he was beaming. “THIS! THIS WAS A MISTAKE!!”

“Wait, Sans!” But he was already running away... Wait, did he not realize that was the opposite direction of his house? Looks like you’d be seeing him sooner than expected.

#undertale #underswap #undefell #swapfell #echotale #sans #papyrus #skelebros #raccoon with a pen

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