#obey me actor au

[l3viat8an]

ACTOR AU⁉️ MORE CRUMBS‼️NOW‼️please -ALL

All I can offer are more silly crumbs ‘n my usual dumb rambling about the ‘behind the scenes of lessons 16’ -IN THE OG GAME BTW- because I haven’t had time to finish anything else yet helpsjsk

While ‘filming’ lesson 16 everybody was laughing. On ‘n off camera it was so ridiculous!!! I mean getting hugged to death sounds ridiculous on it’s own lolol tho getting your ribs crushed isn’t a joke ‘n it would hurt like hell-

Belphie kept making it worse by grinning and running after any / everybody yelling ‘HUG ME!!’ in his full demon outfit.

At the end of the day after finally getting a successful shot the Director goes to give MC a ‘good job’ hug, MC gasps dramatically, says “You’ve killed me again!” and goes limp in his arms.

(^^side note: I’m still not sure if the Director is going to be one of the cast or somebody else maybe an OC? idk…. so you can imagine whoever you like as the Director for now jsksjs)

Another fun fact about ‘filming’ lesson 16 is that the only thing that got everybody to sober up and act serious for the shot was Mammon while he held MC’s ‘dying’ body- the heartbreak in his voice while begging MC not to die and leave him, to the pure rage he leveled at Belphie was scary to watch. (Then as soon as the Director yelled ‘cut’ Mammon was back to being goofy- jsksj)

Lucifer actually said in a later interview that:“Mammon’s acting was honestly too good in that scene and it gave everybody chills.”

Ahhh again that’s kinda all I have for now!!

Oh!!!- actually one more thing-

Simeon + Solomon are the script writers!! I thought that would be really funny to add cuz Simeon wrote TSL ‘n Solomon writes TSL fan-fiction!!

#ALL anon! #obey me! #obey me actor au #om! #ro rambles #om! actor au #like I said random crumbs ‘n rambling

[barkquad]

For the actor au could u do the boys reacting to the gold newt syrup love potion story line lol

Love your stuff 🤩🤩

[i’m back with more obey me actors au ⭐️ i’ve been apart a few zines and working on comms, while juggling school. now it’s the summer time and a bit more free ⭐️]

#my art #myart #art #digital art #procreate #fanart #artwork #obey me fanart #lucifer obey me #omswd lucifer #om! lucifer #obey me lucifer #obey me levi fanart #om! leviathan #obey me leviathan #shall we date leviathan #omswd actor au #obey me actor au #actor au

[kingsholomon]

obey me actor AU >

obey me actor AU meeting the actual obey me boys >>>>>>>>>>>>>>

#for those who dont know #the actor au is where all the characters are just acting #obviously #as it suggests in the name #obey me #obey me au

[ghostfacd]

THE KING AND HIS QUEEN, — king george iii

pairing: king george iii x fem!queen!reader

summary: your new life of being queen has been quite a struggle adjusting to. thankfully, you have the perfect king to stand right by your side.

genre: royal!au, fluff, mentions of arranged marriage, reader said to be a princess from france but ethnicity is not specified, plot kind of differs from queen charlotte: a bridgeton story, talk of wanting children

author’s note: the plot is different from that of the netflix series so don’t come at me ! wanted to write for george because his character is very intriguing to me and also bc the actor for young george is so mighty fine 😋😋 enjoy!

“Are you alright?” The king asked you. His face examined yours, locking his eyes onto your frame.

“Yes my king,” you say, staring down at your plate with a forced smile. In all truths, you were not alright. You had just wedded the week before, and the life of a queen was taking much more of a toll on you than you’d expect.

You remembered like it was just yesterday. Well, technically, it was. It was barely a week ago.

“Will Her Royal Highness, Princess of France, take His Majesty, The King as husband, from this day forward; for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part; according to God's holy law?”

“I, Princess of France, in the presence of God make this vow, from this day forward; for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part; according to God's holy law.”

“Very well, you may kiss the bride.”

And just like that, you were proclaimed Queen of Great Britain and Ireland.

“You’re spacing out,” George inquires, face filled with concern. You almost wonder why he cares. The two of you were not inlove. The marriage had been an arranged deal between your father and his since the day you were both born. Your fate had been sealed as soon as you came out your mother’s womb.

“Leave us.” He motions to the guards standing. They obey him like robots, leaving at his command. Now, it was just the two of you alone.

“YN,” for the first time since the two of you met, he had said your first name. No ‘my queen’ but just YN.

“Yes, my king?”

“Please, just George.”

You sigh, finally deciding to look him in the eyes. “Very well. George?”

“You know you can always tell me what is wrong, right?” He looks almost saddened. Or was it pity? You didn’t know him very well—the two of you rarely communicating since the marriage had been finalized.

“Of course my king,”

“George.” He corrects.

“Apologies, it was out of habit.”

He stands up, motioning you to come over to him. With raised eyebrows, you do as he wants, your long gown flowing onto the marble floor beautifully.

“Come with me,” he says, taking your hands into his. “To our chambers.”

You flush up at the feeling of George’s hands holding yours. You hadn’t had a boyfriend before marrying him, your father being very keen on keeping yourself innocent and pure for the King of Great Britain.

When you two arrive at the large tall entrance of the chamber, George waves off the two guards standing in front.

“Marital duties?” One of the dukes asked. “Great job Georgie, knew you had it in ‘ya.”

The King rolls his eyes at this, though he makes sure the duke hadn’t caught it. When you’re both inside the chamber, George finally lets out a breath of relief, situating himself onto the large mattress.

It was even larger than yours back at your palace in France. It was meant for the King and Queen, you and George, to sleep in at night and perform your marital duties.

“Sit, please.” George says, patting the empty space next to him. You sit down awkwardly, not sure where to look.

“Listen, I know it’s hard,” George lifts up your chin with his finger. “Adjusting to your life as my queen. The Queen of Great Britain and Ireland. But I assure you, as long as I live, I will make sure nobody will ever lay their hands on you or our future children, and that I will provide you with my love and support as I do with our country.”

Your eyes softened at his mini speech towards you, and your heart fluttered with joy. You were scared the two of you would end up in a loveless marriage like your Father and Mother had been—only together to provide the next heir of France. The heir ended up being your brother, your parent’s firstborn, King Charles of France. Second in throne was your other brother, Prince Louis, the spare. The only reason your parents had you was because your father had wanted a daughter to spoil, not because they were “inlove”. God no.

“Thank you my king. I appreciate this greatly, you have no idea. The stress of being Queen has taken quite the toll on me, and I was afraid of confiding in you about my worries.”

“You have no reason to be afraid,” George takes your hand, placing a soft kiss on it. “You are my wife, and I am your husband. You should never be afraid to confide in me. We promised that only death can do us part, and that we will love each other in sickness and suffering.”

“You are right my king,” you say, placing a peck on his cheek. For the first time, you were making a move, not him.

The two of you stay in each other’s embrace for the next hour, a comfortable and comforting silence fulfilling you both.

For the first time since you’ve step foot into Britain, you felt safe and loved. Loved by the King himself.

“You mentioned protecting me and our future children?” You tease him as you pull away. He bashfully looks down, letting out a small embarrassed laugh.

“Yes, my queen. The future heir, our lineage.”

“I hope it’s a boy,” you blurt out. You wanted your firstborn to be a boy because you’ve always seen your big brothers as a clear example of well raised princes, and you wanted the same for your future children.

“A boy would be ideal,” George says, pulling you close to him, “but I wouldn’t mind a girl. Spoil her rotten and braid her hair.”

You laugh, nodding along with George’s words. “I suppose a girl wouldn’t be so bad. As long as our future baby will be healthy.”

“Yes.”

The next few hours are spent with you and George mapping out the future, forgetting all your responsibilities for just the moment. George wanted Edward for a boy and Marionette for a girl, Nette for short. He expressed to you how he always dreamed of a normal life, farming and doing astronomy. However, he was grateful for growing up in royalty, never surrounded by poverty.

And just like that, the night you and George connected had flew by and you were expecting your second child in a few weeks time.

“Edward!” You say, giggling at the boy running around your legs. Edward was five, and quite the rowdy one. He took after his father’s handsomeness and had the eyes of George, the same ones that had looked at you with concern 6 years prior on that fateful night.

“Mummy!” Edward shrieks in delight. His eyes brighten when he sees his Father, who picks him up in an instant.

“I hope you’re not giving mummy a hard time,” George says, booping the young prince’s nose. “Are you, Prince Edward of Wales?”

“Course not daddy!” Edward scrambles to be let down on the ground, making George grunt as he sets the boy down. “Just wanted to hang out with mummy, that’s all.”

“Yes, my handsome little prince was doing no harm dear,” you reassure your husband. He rubs your baby bump softly, admiring your beauty.

“Just worried about you and Marionette is all,” he says with a soft smile.

“Me and Nette are fine,” you say, “now Edward, would you like me to tell you the day I became Queen?”

“Yes mummy!” Edward grins excitedly.

George can’t help but admire his little family as you told the story to your son Edward, brushing small strands of his brunette hair out of his face. In a few weeks, little Marionette will be arriving, and he couldn’t wait.

He wouldn’t trade what he had now for anything, not even for the whole wide world.

#king george iii #king george bridgerton #king george iii x reader #king george iii imagines #queen charlotte bridgerton #queen charlotte: a bridgerton story #king george x reader #king george smut #king george iii smut #king george #bridgerton x you #bridgerton x y/n #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x female reader #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction

[mellowwillowy]

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞...

“We're all mad here.” ⤷

“As long as you live under my ocean, you'll obey my rules!” ⤷

“Here’s the thing about wishes. The more you have, the more you want.” ⤷

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?” ⤷ Yan! Student Actor x GN! Student Reader

“They say if you dream a thing more than once, it’s sure to come true.” ⤷

Author's Note: Unfortunately, no section for "The Lion King" and "Hercules" because I've never watched or read it.

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

Hurt-me-not ⤷ All dorms

Self Aware 1 ⤷ All housewardens + Tweels, Jamil, Rook, Epel, Lilia

General Lilia 1

"Stop the wedding!" (Self Aware 2) ⤷ All dorms + RSA

Yandere Mafia Octario

Yandere Riddle: Alice in Wonderland

Yandere Riddle: I am the Law

Yan Cannibal Jade, Yan Serial Killer Floyd, Yan Suicidal Azul

TWST + Dire Cannibal AU (Self-Aware)

Octatrio Tsums (Smut)

#Yandere TWST #Twisted Wonderland #Theatric Guest #TWST

[bluesylveon2]

Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

A/N: All Readers are referred as Yuu and are female!

Bold = masterlist/series

Ortho vs a Teenage Girl and a 5-year-old Prince (Idia x Yuu/Reader with background relationships)

I Was Enchanted to Meet You (Vil x Yuu/Reader)

At Last I See the Light (Jamil x Yuu/Reader)

That's My Seat! (Sebek x Yuu/Reader)

The Shrimp Blouse (Ace x Yuu/Reader)

You're a What?! (Idia x Yuu/Reader)

The Newbie Actor (Vil x Yuu/Reader)

Dating Troubles (Jamil x Yuu/Reader)

Unsuccessful Assassination (Kalim x Yuu/Reader)

Neige? Nah I Like Vil! (Rook x Yuu/Reader)

Shower Duets (Rook x Yuu/Reader)

Trolling Vil Gone Wrong (Vil x Yuu/Reader)

TWST Royal AU

600 Follower Special: Holding Out For a Villain ft. the first years - platonic

700 Follower Special: A Twisted Adventure ft the second years - platonic

Vil + Kiss the Girl

Jamil + A Whole New World | pt 2

Leona + Can You Feel the Love Tonight?

Lilia + Once Upon a Dream

Malleus + I Won't Say I'm in Love

Idia + I Won't Say I'm in Love

Rook + I Won't Say I'm in Love

Idia + Kiss the Girl

Azul + I Won't Say I'm in Love

Ace + I Won’t Say I’m in Love

Adventures in Babysitting (ft the first years babysitting Riddle x Yuu's kid)

Trust in Me (Jamil x Reader ft twst Kaa)

When You Wish Upon a Star (in honor of Disney 100)

Incorrect quotes:

Ft Obey Me:

©: These stories belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst fanfiction #bluesylveon masterlist

[solomiracle]

obey me actors au. mammon and raphael are twins. beel and belphie are not, they just lucked out on two dudes with the same extremely specific eye color

#from me #rambles #obey me

[saerotonins]

IMAGINATION, LIFE IS YOUR CREATION

SERIES/ANTHOLOGY

jjk actor au opm masterlist

BLUE LOCK

itoshi sae

are we okay? (smau) may the lord be with you (nsfw, mdni) do you feel like an idiot? (smau) asterisks (smau)

itoshi rin

do you feel like an idiot? (smau) asterisks (smau)

barou shoei

do you feel like an idiot? (smau)

shidou ryusei

do you feel like an idiot? (smau) asterisks (smau)

JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE

kujo jotaro

jotaro and boobies (suggestive) lap princess

JUJUTSU KAISEN

nanami kento

it's ovulating szn (nsfw, mdni) there's something about his eyes the love that came back actor!kento headcanons ponytail (suggestive) watching nanami's last dance nanami removes his sfx make up biggest scandal they have faced in a world full of boys, he's a gentleman (nsfw, mdni)

kamo choso

virgin!choso (nsfw, mdni)

ryomen sukuna

best friends brother!sukuna actor!sukuna headcanons actor!sukuna bf texts (smau)

gojo satoru

tied red strings of fate actor!satoru headcanons

fushiguro toji

actor!satoru headcanons biggest scandal they have faced

itadori yuuji

actor!yuuji headcanons

OBEY ME

beezlebub

random beezlebub 1 (nsfw, mdni)

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ dividers from: @/cafekitsune .ೃ࿐

[creative-kny-fics]

I think you've read the manga but if not then you don't have to write this-

I was wondering if you could do like an au thing?? Cuz I know this isn't canon and would probably never actually happen in the anime..

Ler: Kokushibou

Lees: Sanemi, Muichiro, Genya?

It's fine if you don't wanna write this :3

Okay, definitely a good idea. So... Ehhhh... I'll do it with 2 AU!

Ler: Kokushibo (UpperMoon 1) / Michikatsu Tsugikuni

Lees: Muichiro Tokito, Sanemi Shinazugawa and Genya Shinazugawa

~First AU - Actor AU~

(Clarification: Michikatsu is the godfather of the actor who plays Muichiro. That's why he calls him 'uncle' and he calls him 'nephew'. They are not related by blood)

'The wind hashira...' 'Yes, you're right... I am the wind... the wind That will tear your head off, bitch!', Sanemi and Kokushibo exchanged glances, until...

'And cut! Good shot gentlemen! See you here first thing tomorrow morning!', Sanemi and Kokushibo sighed, walked over and high-fived.

'Good job, "Shinazugawa"! I didn't think you'd mean it!'

'You don't know me that well then... "KoKuShIbO"!', were the two friends? Something like that

Their relationship was neither good nor bad, but there was something that united them, Sanemi's brother and Michikatsu's 'nephew' had a 'relationship'.

Since they both found out, they have gone out a few times with the minors and have exchanged words. The production thought the idea of them getting along was good, it was fun to hear them both roast each other

'By the way, Sanemi, have you seen Muichiro? After seeing him leave the set to take off his props, I haven't seen him again'

'No, but if Genya is not here, I have the feeling that they are together,' Sanemi took a good look around the set, found them, they were talking to the actors who played the Kamado brothers, Kanao, Inosuke and Zenitsu.

After a few minutes, Muichiro insisted that his uncle invite both brothers to his house, Michikatsu sighed and agreed. 'Come! Let's go to my room!'

'Ohh of course not! You two stay here!' Muichiro stopped at the stairs, frowning and trying to ignore what his uncle said. He didn't obey him

'Hey! Wait until your father finds out about this!'

Michikatsu and Sanemi heard the door slam shut. 'What are you going to do now? He won't listen to you!'

'Ohhh I definitely know how to get him to obey me!', Michikatsu cracked his knuckles

He waited a few minutes before yelling for them to go down and eat dessert, it was partly true, they both went down and ate, but when they were about to leave... 'Hey!! LET ME GO YOU IDIOT!!'

'Ohhhh of course not! You disrespected me! And you just called me an idiot!'

'Aaaaah!! Nemi!! Tell him something!!', Sanemi only saw them and took his bowl of ice cream and continued eating. 'Damn bastard!!'

'My my! Now I know why you two are dating! You have no respect for your elders... And you know that those who do not obey their elders win, right little nephew~?'

Muichiro looked at Genya, but the look he gave him made him realize that they would not get out of there for a long time. 'D-damn man-! Mhmhmhm!'

'W-why-?!' 'I'm not someone who enjoys hitting children, so the only way I can teach Muichiro a lesson is this!'

Genya didn't understand, if the problem was with Muichiro, why was he tickling him?!. 'Oooh little brother... It seems that you forgot that a few minutes ago you told me to go to hell. That is the answer!'

'S-shuhuhut uhuhup! Muhuhuihi! Tehehell hihim to stahahap!'

'Stohohop!! Fuhuhuckihihing ohohold mahahan!!'

Apparently, Michikatsu would have to teach both of them a good lesson, especially Muichiro.

'Hey "Koku", shall I tell you something? If you want Genya to really laugh, tickle his armpits!', Sanemi laughed when his brother threatened him with his gaze, but it didn't last for long, as he immediately closed his eyes while laughing and trying to push away that hand that was trying to to get into his armpits. 'Nohohoho!! Muhuhui!! Hehehelp!!'

'Ooooh, Muichiro won't be able to help you~ he knows what happens next...'

Muichiro blushed and started kicking in the air when Michikatsu slid one of his fingers around his belly button, sometimes 'intentionally' poking in and twisting it. 'AAAAAH!!! NOHOHOHO!!! WAHAHAHIHIHIT!!! I'M SOHOHORRY!!!'

'Mhm, you always say that when I start tickling you there! And you little one~?'

'Mehehehe?! AHAHAHA!!! NEHEHEMIHIHI!!! HEHEHELP MEEEE!!!', do you think Sanemi is going to help him? I mean yes he will, but not now that the fun is just beginning!

It had probably been about 3 minutes, they didn't know it, they had been trying to escape (unsuccessfully) from Michikatsu's clutches.

But unlike Sanemi, Michikatsu laughed before letting them go and ruffled his hair. 'Are you going to ignore me when I give you an order again?'

'N-no...'

'Good! I hope that serves as a lesson to you and your boyfriend!'

Muichiro nodded, walking over to Genya and hugging him before closing his eyes for a moment. 'You took too long, if I had tickled them, it would have taken less time than you to tickle them', Sanemi scoffed, regretting it when Michikatsu grabbed one of his wrists and pulled him towards him, sitting him on his lap and tickling his armpits. .

'MMMMM!!! N-NO-!!! AAAAAH!!! BAHAHAHACK OHOHOFF!!!' 'Well, who would have thought, you really are brothers! You both have the same tickle spot!'

Michikatsu laughed when Sanemi slapped him trying to push him away.

'So... It would have taken less time to make them both give up, huh? Well... Let's see if you can last more minutes than them!', don't worry, yes he will! And he will eventually be freed... If he stops trying to hit Michikatsu like that

~Second AU - Original AU (somewhat modified)~

Clarification: I know that when Muichiro is nailed to the post, pillar, column (whatever you prefer to call it), Kokushibo had already cut off one of his hands and buried his katana in the carotid. But not here!

Muichiro managed to prevent his hand from being cut off and when Kokushibo did not pierce his carotid, but instead nailed Muichiro's uniform to the pillar to support him. (I hope the explanation was clear-)

Ler: Kokushibo (UpperMoon 1)

Lees: Muichiro Tokito, Sanemi Shinazugawa and Genya Shinazugawa

'I...?! Descendant of this guy...?! And what does that matter?! Family or not, he's a demon!', Muichiro frowned, it was impossible, what did it matter if it was his family? He had one job and that was to kill demons!

Without warning, he approached him to try to cut him off, but when he realized, there was no one in front of him, he turned around, the UpperMoon 1 was behind him.

He raised his eyebrows and approached him again to try, at least, to cause him some kind of damage, but he couldn't, damn it!.

'Muichiro... So you're fourteen years old right now... And your technique is so refined for your age. That's a very good technique... Mist... I see...', Kokushibo opened his eyes slightly, in the middle of the fog he saw how two reddish spots formed on Muichiro's cheeks.

Kokushibo was proud that Muichiro, being his descendant and being at a young age, was able to make that mark appear, a small smile forming on his lips.

'The mark appeared... I see...', Muichiro's speed increased, but it was not enough to do any damage.

The only thing he managed to do with that speed was prevent Kokushibo from drawing his katana and doing him any damage, but let's be honest, Muichiro's speed would not match Kokushibo's, because when he approached him, Kokushibo grabbed Muichiro's katana and nailed his uniform to the pillar closest to them. 'AGH!!'

'Muichiro, you've done a very good job so far... Is it hurting?... Let me help you, humans are so fragile...', Muichiro started kicking, he didn't want any demons to get close to him, very much. except that demon that now called him 'his descendant'.

He kicked him repeatedly, but he didn't seem to have any success in doing so, Kokushibo managed to dodge every kick from Muichiro, he had even managed to hold his ankles to stop him from kicking him, he only stopped when he felt a pair of fingers caressing his back, a shiver ran through his body. That feeling, that kind of chill he had already felt before, but where...?!

'Your back seems fine... You don't have any broken ribs, that's good... Your legs definitely work well... Huh?'

'S-stay a-away from me!! D-don't t-touch me!!', Kokushibo didn't understand, he was trying to make sure Muichiro wasn't hurt, and he wanted him to get away? Looking a little closer, Muichiro was fighting a smile.

After the events in the village, Muichiro had not only recovered his feelings and memories, he had also become more sensitive to light touches.

'Why do you have a little smile on your lips?'

'I-I'm not s-smiling!'

'Aren't you? So why do I see a little jump when I do this?'

Kokushibo put his two hands on his sides, he didn't squeeze or anything, he just put them and felt like this time, Muichiro gave a little squeak.

This reminded Kokushibo, this is what Douma always does to annoy Akaza, and if they, being demons, were ticklish, what could he expect from a human child like Muichiro?

'I see, I'm tickling you in a roundabout way, aren't I?' 'H-Huh?! O-of course n-no! 'K-Keep your h-hands away from my s-sides...!'

'It doesn't tickle you, so you wouldn't mind if...?', this time, Kokushibo squeeze his sides, waiting a few seconds to do it again and after a while he started doing it often. 'So you're ticklish, huh? I supposed it'

'I-I'm nohot-!! F-fuckihing old mahan!!', again Muichiro started kicking, but this time, he screamed loudly when Kokushibo grabbed one of his ankles.

If he dared, he swore he would enjoy watching him turn to ashes after cutting off his head. 'Hey!! Let go of my foot!!'

'I just want to make sure that you haven't hurt yourself, you used your legs to try to lessen the impact, but still, I would like to check, do you think?', Muichiro was now confused, how was it that a battle, in which, supposedly there should be blood, screams and blows, had it become a children's game?!

Whatever the answer, it didn't matter! He had to escape from there! But how?! He had tried to draw his katana but had not been successful, how could he do it now? Considering that one of his feet was being held by him

'Mmmm, good, they seem to be fine, you're moving them naturally', Muichiro sighed in relief, but when he opened his eyes, Kokushibo began to touch his tummy, more precisely close from his belly button.

This time he couldn't hide his smile and clenched his teeth with all the strength he had, all in vain.

'G-gehehet ohohohoff!! OHOHOI!! NO NO NO!! GRRR!!' 'Looks like I've found a bad place, right? I apologize for that'

This scene was seen by Genya, who was confused, he had come to rescue Muichiro, but he did not expect to find that he would be being tickled by a demon.

He knew he had to help him, but what was he going to tell the others? "I saved a hashira from dying in the clutches of a tickle monster"? It sounded strange to him... 'THIHIHIS IS UNCOHOLNCEHEHEHEIVEHEHEAHAHABLE!! GEHEHET OUT OF MEEEEEE!!'

'Why don't you try and push me away? Muichiro Tokito'

Before he could answer him, Muichiro started laughing so hard that he thought his uniform would give way and make him fall to the floor, but apparently, he was strong enough not to. 'Oooh, so it's your belly button, huh?'

'AAAAAH!! FUHUHUCKIHIHING DEHEHEMOHOHON!! I HAHATEHEHE YOHOHOU!!'

'I don't understand your reason for hatred, is it because I'm tickling you or is it because-?', Kokushibo was interrupted by the sound of some gunshots, Muichiro immediately recognized who had provoked them.

'GENYA!! RUN AWAY FROM HERE!! GO AWAY!!' 'OF COURSE NOT!! I CAME TO SAVE YOU FROM-!!, Genya froze, the only person she was seeing was Muichiro, where was the UpperMoon 1?!

'GENYA!! BEHIND YOU!!', before Genya could turn around or try to grab his gun, he was lifted face down, now he understood Muichiro, this was something ridiculous! 'Another slayer? How many more of you are there?'

'I WON'T TELL YOU ANYTHING IDIOT!!'

'I see, it seems that I will also resort to the same methods that I used in Muichiro'

'This place is a fucking labyrinth!! Damn... If only there was a way to know where the demons are and-...', Sanemi fell silent, he heard an echo of a scream that asked for help, he smiled, it was what he needed.

'It seems that the gods want me to eliminate this demon by force! I hope it's one worth killing!', he laughed before starting to run and follow the screams.

As he got closer, the screams became clearer until he stopped to hear them clearly... That voice, those screams... 'ANIKI!!!'

'GENYAAA!! STUPID DEMON, IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO MY LITTLE BROTHER, I WILL KILL YOU!!', he increased his speed, there was no time to waste, his brother was in trouble! Or maybe... He wasn't?

He poked his head around one of the pillars, all he could see was Genya's legs desperately kicking at whoever he was holding.

'BASTARD, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU-?!', Sanemi stopped his attack, blinked repeatedly and rubbed his eyes. 'So? How many more of you are there?'

'I'M NOHAHAHAT GOHOHOING TO TEHEHEHELL YOHOHOHOU!! I'D RATHER DIE!! AAAAH!! SHIHIHIT!! DAHAHAMN DEHEMOHOHON!!'

Yes, he was definitely seeing and hearing correctly, his brother was receiving a tickle assault from a demon, and worst of all, that demon was UpperMoon 1!!. 'I'M COMING GENYA!! FUCK!! IT DOESN'T COME OUT!! GRRR!!'

'I don't think you'll be able to get out of there anytime soon, why don't you ask your other friend who's hiding behind those pillars for help?', Kokushibo pointed at Sanemi, who froze, he didn't think he'd notice.

Muichiro and Genya looking at where he pointed, did not know whether to smile or demand that he run and look for Himejima. 'SHINAZUGAWA!!'

'That katana... That air... Let me guess, you're the Wind Hashira, aren't you? I must then assume that this little one is your brother-?', Kokushibo was surprised again, Sanemi had managed to snatch Genya away and left him near Muichiro, returning his pistol and katana.

'Seriously, you are a pathetic little brother... But don't worry, your brother is now here to save you...' 'Aaaah, demon slayers brothers... How nostalgic', well, what was he going to complain to Kokushibo? What he was tickling his brother? What he tickled Muichiro? It was not something worthy, according to him

We advanced the fight a little, because the only thing that happened next was a series of insults from Sanemi to Kokushibo.

'YOU SHOULD SEE THAT KATANA, IT'S DISGUSTING!!', Sanemi, could you stop insulting people you don't know?

Kokushibo definitely wouldn't need a katana to grab Sanemi and lift him up by his uniform. 'I don't share your opinion, slayer'

'It's a shame! I say that's it!! OI!!', Sanemi used both hands to push his hands away from him, he wasn't going to fall the same way Muichiro and Genya had fallen.

'AAAAAH!! MORON!! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!!' 'I'm not even putting much effort into getting close to you, Shinazugawa...'

'AGH!! TRY HARDER!!' 'THAT'S A TRY YOU IDIOT!!', while Sanemi was 'fighting' against Kokushibo, Muichiro and Genya tried as much as possible to remove the katana from the pillar where it was buried.

After much struggle, they finally managed to get her out and high-fived in victory.

'Well, we don't have time to waste! Nemi is in trouble! Let's go Muichiro!', Muichiro nodded and they both ran to look for him.

'You can see him?' 'No... But... But I do hear his screams of laughter', Muichiro and Genya looked at each other and gasped, it seems that Sanemi had also fallen into the UpperMoon 1 'game'

#demon slayer tickling #demon slayer tickle #ler!kokushibo #lee!muichiro #lee!genya #lee!sanemi

[journey-to-the-attic]

eeee okay!! i was gonna ask about the actor au i know its from ages ago but im a sucker for that kind of au 😭 thinking about the cast all taking care of each other on set and stuff and everyone is ik's biggest hypeman/woman, after all shes carrying the whole show on her back. ik falling asleep mid-scene and belphie carrying her back to her trailer and telling off the directors for pushing her... beel sneaking her snacks on set just in case.... mammon and ik making each other crack up while theyre trying to film........

i do have a soft spot for this genre of au, especially since here the actors just get to be regular people... allow me!! (this ended up being more au framework than cast interactions so feel free to ask for more of those haha)

okay so quick refresher on what i'd previously established: jtta is a show, and everyone's an actor in it

for simplicity's sake, they all have keep their names, and the character they play within the show is just named for their sin/role

so lucifer's character's is Pride, mammon's is Greed, so on for the other brothers - diavolo is The Prince, barbatos is The Butler, etc

of the brothers, in this au, only beel+belphie are still twins, and satan+lucifer are cousins, but the rest aren't blood-related

now starting to add some stuff...

diavolo's already very well-known before being cast, he'd be the Big Celebrity Name that draws in people

they're all from varying backgrounds - lucifer used to be a concert pianist, solomon was in stage magic, asmo's an idol, satan and simeon were both in theatre, luke started out in local pantomimes and got scouted, etc.

of everyone, simeon, levi, ik and luke are regarded as 'newbies' to showbiz

ik and luke because they're young, though luke has more acting experience (ik got called to audition purely by chance so this is her first role)

simeon because he came into acting from having been a nurse, which doesn't really prepare you for the job

and levi because this is his first role, his previous work has always been on practical effects and such (so he ends up being the most nervous in interviews)

before being cast in the show, lucifer and mammon were already acquainted - lucifer was mammon's mentor when he first got into acting, so they're under the same agency (they get called 'double threat' because they tend to appear in the same productions)

satan and lucifer are fairly distant emotionally, but they aren't on bad terms, they just had different trajectories in life before both ending up in acting

(satan starts a faux-rivalry with lucifer to prepare for their roles as wrath and pride feat. all the baggage from obey me, and it turns out they're actually very good at annoying each other in real life)

everyone has the same base personalities - mammon is still loud and impulsive, levi is still self-conscious but passionate, diavolo's still cheerful and confident

but with some elements softened (for example, barbatos isn't a super dedicated butler who literally lives to serve diavolo, he's just a good friend of his)

partially because the different setting means there's a different sort of social hierarchy, partially because they're all humans who lived mundane human lives and experienced a lot less trauma

e.g. lucifer is still fairly formal, stern, and not exactly cuddly, but he's much softer by default, has less sophisticated speech patterns, and has a higher tendency to joke around with the others

before they start filming, they get the cast to spend a few weeks together to get a feel for their chemistry

the seven 'brothers' click fairly quickly, but it takes a bit longer for the purgatrio to do so because for some reason simeon and solomon can't STAND each other in the beginning

it's so bad at some point that they almost consider recasting, but then one night they get drunk together and suddenly they're best friends the next day

ik's probably under a lot of pressure, since she's completely new to all this and is now expected to shoulder basically the whole show

diavolo and barbatos would be the quickest to take her under their wing

but ik is a little (a lot) intimidated by her new co-star, given that diavolo is like a ss-tier celebrity (as is asmo, solomon (though he's less mainstream and more cult-following), and lucifer to some degree

so at first she gravitates towards levi instead - who is similarly new to the scene, and not too busy arguing with solomon like simeon

and since levi's also spending time with his 'brothers', at that point ik gets pulled into the group

it's only after getting used to lucifer that ik can graduate to just accepting diavolo's support without freezing up

anyway by the time filming starts the entire rest of the cast has agreed: ik must NOT be bullied by the directors, we are going to make her first acting job go as SMOOTH as possible

there's actually a bit of an issue where they film scenes from earlier in the season before the characters have actually bonded in canon, but because ik's already formed a very strong bond with the 'brothers', their acting ends up being too familiar

the scene will call for pride to very haughtily look down his nose at the lost kid (ik's character name) and say something scathing, and instead lucifer will look at ik with the Gentlest eyes and deliver the line with entirely the wrong vibes

they're still actors at the end of the day though, so once suitably scolded they do know to ignore their real life relationships and play the roles as directed

one time ik accidentally breaks a prop mid-scene, which mammon notices before the directors can, so he grabs it and makes it look like he did it instead (he gets a reprimand for not being careful, but nothing otherwise. even so ik feels so bad that mammon has to distract her with card game)

later they figure out what happened while reviewing the footage, and when they go to ask mammon about it he's like "yo you stay QUIET about this, understand?!!"

beel is ik's designated hide-behind person when she gets nervous/uncomfortable in interviews, while belphie is the designated deflect-the-questions or tell-the-interviewer-to-fuck-off person

#answering asks #anon asks #jtta aus #actor au #spent longer than i thought i had on this. i should've been asleep an hour ago #Whoops

[redisaid]

The World Will Only Darken Without Candlelight - Chapter 2

Solider, Poet, King

I’m just having some fun with this one. Been a minute since I’ve written a modern AU, much less a retelling, and I forgot that I love both of those things. 

In which Link can definitely make it up to that Divine Beast on his own this time. In which Zelda gets to say fuck, several times. Also in which I accept that my estimated word count for this thing is far too low, and weep softly to myself about that.

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There will come a soldier, Who carries a mighty sword, He will tear your city down. Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord.

Opening day of the renaissance faire always managed to make the chaos of rehearsal week seem worth it. Mildly worth it. Almost worth it.

But being simultaneously ambushed by the smell of caramel corn and a group of excited kids as soon as she stepped out onto the faire grounds proper served as a good reminder for Zelda of why this was supposed to be fun.

Stay in character, was her immediate reminder to herself. Something repeated to her over and over throughout her childhood. She didn’t need to remember that so ardently, but she thought it anyway.

She’d been playing the character of Princess Zelda for fifteen years, after all. She knew what to do. She could do this in her sleep.

It was something she was apparently better at than her academic career, for all her trying. Zelda wondered how her father might react if she told she wanted to be a washed up actor just like him one day. It’d always been his idea to make her a carbon copy of her mother. What a fitting punishment that would be, to offer him instead a mirror of his own failings.

A question from a little boy in her crowd of admirers broke her reverie, “Who’s that?”

Zelda looked to find the child pointing behind her.

No, not again. Rehearsal was over. Surely he’d leave her alone?

But upon following the child’s gesture, she found Link. Link, yet again five paces behind her, saying nothing and looking as lively as a sack of potatoes.

“That’s our new knight, Link. I’m sure he has something much more interesting to do than accompanying me. Don’t you have a demonstration on swordsmanship to give, Sir Link?” Zelda improvised.

She had no idea what his schedule was. He hadn’t really followed one even during a full day run-through. He’d just followed her yet again.

Link shrugged an answer to this.

“His sword is bigger than he is!” the little boy exclaimed with a clear and palpable delight. “Can we see it? Please?”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until the tournament tonight,” Zelda explained, bending as much as her dress and the corset beneath it would let her. She didn’t quite make it to eye level with the little Hylian child, but it was an effort at least. “Sir Link here will be fighting to prove himself worthy as one of my Champions.”

That was enough to defer the kid to start asking his parents if they could go to the tournament. In fact, the news scattered most of the crowd with similar questions. Enough that she could move.

Enough that Zelda could send Link a venomous glare over her shoulder, and gesture for him to come walk beside her, instead of behind her, for once.

Surprisingly, he obeyed.

“I’m serious about having somewhere else to be,” she muttered under her breath as she gave another group of fairgoers her best princess wave. “Rehearsal week is one thing. I didn’t understand the purpose of it, but I let that slide. But I have a job to do. I know how to do it without your assistance. In fact, I know far better than you how to do it. Between you and me, I don’t particularly care what my father has to say about that. So, let’s both agree that you will stop following me as of today, hmm?”

She’d had many such one-sided conversations with Link in the past week. It was rather stifling to constantly have him as her shadow, but she’d tried to make the best of it. He was good for carrying things. He made a decent sounding board for opinions she didn’t want to be contradicted. He didn’t expect her to make jokes, nor would he laugh at them if she did. Her sense of humor was awful anyway. The world was a better place without it.

But that attitude was only something that lasted as far as this father-sanctioned stalking had an end date on it. And if that wasn’t the case, well, it would have to be.

To her surprise, Link seemed to process what she had to say, and nodded.

He was even shorter than her when she was wearing her heeled boots. She felt all the more regal for it, getting her way and looking down at him from the glorious three or so inches she had on him as they walked side by side.

If that wasn’t dedication to character, Zelda didn’t know what was.

“Good. If the King has a problem with it, tell him to speak with me and not to blame you. You are dismissed, Sir Link,” she said, picking up her tone and old-fashioned accent to get back into character again.

Her route, like her speech, had only changed slightly. It was easy enough to remind herself of her various destinations throughout the day as she watched Link fade into the crowd.

There was plenty of time for her to get across the faire and still greet guests and interact with them. This, of course, was her main job--to be paraded and shown off as the perfect little princess.

Nope. That would not help. Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts only.

“Revali,” she whispered, coaching her memory. “Revali first, archery demonstration.”

Secondarily, her job was to visit all the Champions in their corners of the faire, and interact with them to promote the tournament. She could do that. She could definitely do that.

Plus, sometimes it was fun to watch Revali make fun of the crowd.

Her journey to the little version of Rito Village that inhabited the western edge of the faire was relatively uneventful. She encountered a lost little Zora girl in a fairy costume and helped her find her parents. She consoled a Goron teen who’d dropped his rock dog on the dirt. As it turned out, he didn’t need the consoling. He picked it up and ate it anyway, then gave her an awkward compliment that the dirt of her kingdom was tasty.

The miniature version of historical Rito Village was as faithful a recreation that could be made both on a small scale and small budget. A large, long scenery wall had been constructed out of fiberglass and covered in fake rock texture. Onto this was mounted a sort of wooden boardwalk, and then little Rito-style open huts mounted on stilts to give the illusion they were suspended in the air. Some even had some fake snow still attached to their roofs. Nevermind that it had yellowed over the years.

But still, it was close enough to give the fantasy. Rito Village these days was, well, Rito City. Hyrule had a penchant for an extreme lack of creativity when it came to naming places. And while it still had the historical city center around the great rock spire, the opposite shore of the lake surrounding it was home to high rises and office buildings, parks and schools. Not a lot of roads, though. The Rito still flew most everywhere and had little use for cars beyond logistics.

Zelda had been there once as a child, and had spent many an hour watching the people dive from their balconies and into the air. She found herself jealous of them, wishing she too could fly away from home with such ease.

Thinking of flying had Zelda searching for Revali among the other Rito performers. His navy blue plumage was usually relatively easy to spot. He’d told her several times that it was rare for a Rito, a sign of greatness.

Sure it was.

He held court on his own little rocky spire, upon which the replica of Vah Medoh was perched. The massive fiberglass sculpture of the Divine Beast of legend loomed over the archery targets he practiced on. But it was just that, a sculpture, sitting on a tower of fake rock.

But the man, the myth, the barely tolerable asshole that Zelda knew Revali to be, was nowhere to be found at the moment.

Was she early? Surely she wasn’t. Not after the rock dog incident.

She should have tried to sneak her phone to keep the time. Zelda cursed herself for being a good little daughter in the moment of that decision and leaving it in her locker.

As she scanned the crowd, she did find one familiar face. One that made her mutter a quick and very unprincessy, “Fuck,” under her breath.

Link stood out front, right by the archery range, looking for someone.

She should have known. Mute and short and strange as he was, she’d learned over the last week that he was not stupid. Not by any means. He was still following her, but obviously had taken to memorizing her schedule to meet up with her again.

During rehearsal week, she’d tried to lose him many times with both her usual tactics and some she invented especially for him.

Zelda thought for sure that introducing him to the food vendors on the last full rehearsal day would be the end of her woes. And while Link had been momentarily distracted then, he’d only taken all of five minutes to catch up with her, turkey leg and frozen lemonade in hand.

The frozen lemonade had been for her. One of her favorites, eagerly offered with the tiniest and briefest of smiles and the shaking insistence of his skinny little arm.

How had he managed to find that out? Or order it? It had been five minutes. He didn’t speak.

Zelda had pondered all this as she enjoyed the lemonade anyway.

Link didn’t seem to see her from his position, at least. She might have had the hair-braiding stall to thank for partially obscuring her.

Good, let him look. She had at least until Revali made his appearance before she had to make hers.

As if to remind her that no, she wasn’t getting out of anything today, Revali came soaring through the air and landed just in front of Link on the demonstration stage. Zelda couldn’t be sure exactly where he came from, but she had a hunch. He liked to linger in a storeroom on the backside of Rito Village for longer than he was supposed to, with his usual excuse being that he, “didn’t feel like mingling with the riffraff today.”

But he didn’t hesitate to give Link a quick stare-down, and then immediately improvise a little monologue at him.

“Impressive, I know,” Revali said as he hopped onto the railing that separated his range from the crowd. “Very few can achieve a mastery of the sky. Yet I have made an art of creating an updraft that allows me to soar. It’s considered to be quite the masterpiece of aerial techniques, even among the Rito.”

Honestly, as much as Revali hated Link for stealing his shot at the spotlight, he was a perfect scene partner for him. Someone who didn’t speak couldn’t stop his ranting, or try to take a piece of the scene for themselves.

For his part, Link’s reaction to all this bragging was just a slight narrowing of his eyes and furrowing of his thick eyebrows.

Revali assumed a heroic pose and went on, “With proper utilization or my superior skills, I see no reason why I won’t best you in tonight’s tournament.”

“Leave the little guy alone!” a guest shouted with a wave of a beer mug, his cheeks red from clearly having enjoyed himself with it already.

It was ten in the morning. The faire had only been open for an hour. The mystery of how someone could already be that drunk was almost as unexplainable to Zelda as how Link had managed to buy her a frozen lemonade.

Revali ignored him. He was too deep into his own heckling to respond to a guest’s. “Now then, my ability to explore the firmament is certainly of note,” he continued, hopping down from the railing to pace around Link--and the small audience forming around them--on the grass around the archery range. “But let’s not--pardon me for being so blunt--let’s not forget the fact that I am the most skilled archer of all the Rito. Yet despite these truths, it seems that I have been asked to compete with the likes of you. All because you happen to have that little darkness-sealing sword on your back. I mean, it’s just…asinine.”

Revali gestured to the crowd, expecting to get some agreement. Instead, he was meant with mostly silence. A little Gerudo girl booed at him.

But, to his credit as an actor, which Zelda would rather die than tell him herself, he rolled with it, looking back to Link with a challenge and bending down to get in his face, “Unless…you think you can prove me wrong? Maybe we should just settle this one on one? But where? Oh, I know! How about up there?”

Revali gestured widely behind him, up to the looming shadow in the morning sun that was the sculpture of Vah Medoh.

Then he laughed. “Oh, you must pardon me. I forgot you have no way of making it up to that Divine Beast on your own!”

Revali then, ever the showman, took this opportunity to swoop upward, leaving Link’s hair and tunic ruffling in the wind he created to propel himself upward.

“Good luck sealing the darkness!” he taunted as he flew up the three stories of his tower with ease, landing on top of the sculpture that perched atop it with a bow.

He got a few claps here and there. A bit of confusion too.

People were honestly more interested in Link, whose stationary nature helped him seem like he was playing the part of the brave hero through all that. He’d stood perfectly still the entire time, at least. Unflinching.

Nevermind that the archery tower had a set of spiral stairs surrounding it. Vah Medoh was hollow. Zelda found a joint that Revali had hidden in it once. She’d helped repaint it two years ago. Link could very much get up there.

And maybe that’s why he looked upward as the sculpture, confused.

Revali let a little sigh slip before announcing, “Lords, Ladies, Jesters alike. The morning’s archery demonstration shall begin in a few minutes.”

And that’s precisely when Link looked away from him, and spotted Zelda.

He stuck around for the entire demonstration, watching her watch Revali and pretend to be interested in him while he pretended to be very good at this. To his credit, he was pretty good. Not perfect, but he hit most of his targets and performed his usual tricks with the flare of both a seasoned archer and performer.

That, at least, was how her dad had met Revali in the first place. He was another washed up actor, of course. He’d been on Rito soaps when he was younger, most famously playing one female lead’s evil gay cousin and stealing away her various love interests. The role had suited him quite well.

But soap operas hadn’t been trendy for decades. Zelda was two when Revali had his last show credit, or at least according to IMDB. Not that she’d been petty and looked it up one year when he was being particularly difficult to deal with. Not at all.

And when the show ended, Zelda couldn’t find any sign of Link’s blank stare. Not in the crowd around her. Not at the stall selling salmon skewers, baked apples, and sugary crepes. Not even at the bowyer’s.

Good. He had something else to do. His own schedule, surely. No need for him to follow her through her own.

---

Zelda’s hopes were dashed an hour later, when she made it to the miniature version of Goron City on the faire’s northeast side.

Because there Link stood, dwarfed next to the mass that was Daruk, as he went through a little scene of his own.

Goron City was perhaps the cheesiest of all the faire’s recreations. Death Mountain itself was represented by a massive wooden cutout that was secured to one of the old castle’s crumbling walls with some scaffolding. The shops and booths were caves, again made of fiberglass and fake rock. Sand that had been dyed an obnoxious orange was meant to represent the lava, marking paths lined with stepping stones leading up to the various attractions of the area.

But, of course, the highlight of the scenery was the sculpture of Vah Rudania that sat perched on a particularly large boulder. But Daruk had not been content to keep his Divine Beast a mere sculpture. No, he’d had to make it move.

The large robotic lizard was, well, robotic inside. That is to say, it moved its head and blew smoke out of the area that resembled a mouth. Daruk controlled all of this with a little remote he could easily hide in the palm of his massive hand.

And even though the effects seemed a bit sad to Zelda these days, she watched as the children in the crowd jumped and screamed with delight as this Divine Beast moved.

“I think I’m finally getting the hang of controlling this Divine Beast,” Daruk shouted, both to the crowd and to Link. “I’ll tell you what, it sure is a blast to have this thing at my command.”

He gave a grin and turned to Link, continuing on with, “Let those other Champions know, they better eat their gravel if they wanna keep up with Daruk!”

This actually netted him far more cheers than Revali could ever muster. Zelda wished that the Rito actor would take some hints for his character. There was a way to be confident and still be likable. Everyone liked Daruk.

“Speaking of which,” he went on as he turned and gestured to the fake mountains around the little stage beneath Vah Rudania. “Can you believe this view? Just look at all those delectable rocks sprinkled on those mountains. Mighty tasty. I’m just a humble blacksmith, and I may not know much about this tournament thing, but mark my words, I’ll represent the Gorons with all my might! Right, little guy?”

Daruk wound up the one massive hand that wasn’t curled into a fist to conceal the remote and gave Link a big slap on the back.

And Link, to his credit, only staggered forward a little bit from the sheer force of it.

Daruk let out a booming laugh as Link did his best to recover. He then turned to the young man, grinning again. “Hey, by the way. Congrats on becoming the princess’ appointed knight. That is a really big deal, protecting the king’s daughter,” he said with a nod, engulfing Link’s shoulder with his massive hand as he added, “No pressure!”

What? Appointed…what?

This was news. And apparently, a narrative reason her father had concocted for Link to be following her around.

Was she going to have to deal with him the entire summer? Day in and day out, just blankly staring at her with those infuriatingly blank blue eyes of his. Not even a thought seemed to dance behind them, yet she knew they must.

Goddess, he probably fucking hated her.

Yet there was Daruk, still going on. “Seriously, though. The princess is a strong personality--so strong she can’t quite see the range for the peaks. Remember that and you’ll be fine.”

A strong personality. Really? Really dad? Or was Daruk himself to blame for this?

Zelda was so tired of being too much and too little at the same time. She was always told she talked too much, but apparently according to that internship program, she didn’t have anything worthy to say. Aside from all these weirdos she’d grown up around at the faire, she had a hard time keeping friends. Hell, even her dating life had been difficult for these reasons. Her last girlfriend--who may have not considered such terminology mutual--had called it off after their third week together, saying simply, “I thought you’d stop, you know, trying so hard at some point.”

What was she supposed to do? All Zelda had done her entire life was try hard. And it won her nothing. Nothing except being considered a “strong personality”.

She started to storm off, but realized that she was due to attend Daruk’s blacksmithing demonstration in a few minutes.

Of which, of course, Link watched her watching. Hell, Daruk even had him come up and throw some axes he’d crafted for a bit.

Link, unlike Revali, didn’t miss a single one of his targets.

Nor did he speak, of course, but by now, it seemed more of the crowd had gotten word of this new Silent Knight, and they were loving it. Loving him.

Meanwhile, Zelda was just trying her best to get through her usual act without being too much of a “strong personality” about it.

That was the character, right? Stuck up, regal, formal princess. The Champions were vying for her favor, not her for theirs.

Though answering the question of why anyone would was where Zelda got stuck.

---

The lunch hour was Zelda’s to do with as she saw fit. On a better day, she might choose to spend it near the large congregation of food stalls at the center of the faire, greeting guests and pretending to check on the various vendors and make sure they were serving the needs of the “Lords and Ladies” who were guests at her upcoming tournament.

She’d sneak a bite to eat herself back at the dressing rooms before running out to Urbosa’s dance at around two in the afternoon, then head toward the water show in Zora’s Domain.

But on a not so great day, as this one was shaping up to be, Zelda didn’t quite have it in her to brave the lunch crowds. Nor did she take Revali’s route and hide backstage. Instead, she frequented the more boring and lesser-visited spots at the faire.

The old Great Fairy Fountain was a good spot. It was dilapidated and not quite as showy. Cotera, the buxom woman who had been playing the fairy since Zelda could remember, wouldn’t bother her and was more than willing to cover for her. When she was younger, she used to sneak a paperback in her ever-useful dress pockets and go read by the fountain. Unfortunately, the textbooks she’d brought home to study over the summer were far too large to smuggle in such a way.

However, Zelda chose option two today. The Shrine. No one ever visited the Shrine. Maybe a few teens here and there, looking to write their names inside of it with a sharpie, as so many had done before them. Maybe someone looking for a family photo op, who was willing to ignore the chipped paint of yet another fiberglass sculpture of Hyrule’s ancient history.

But no one would take notice of Princess Zelda idly admiring the Shrine or sitting on its platform for a quiet moment or two. They would just think it was part of the show.

As Zelda quickly looked over her shoulder to confirm she was alone, it became her favorite part of the show thus far. No Link in sight. He’d once again disappeared after Daruk’s demonstration.

It was almost a little shameful how she smiled at the thought of him looking for her around the food stalls or even trying to go ahead to the Gerudo quarter to find her there. Appointed Knight be damned.

Zelda appointed herself to enjoy the quiet, admiring the sculpture that nature was trying so desperately to reclaim. Here on the north side of the castle ruins, both the Shrine and the authentic ruins that surrounded it--these mostly being some columns and archways that made up an old courtyard and formal garden--were covered in moss. Tall trees, perhaps the grandchildren or great grandchildren of the trees that once stood in that historic garden swayed softly in the wind. Well, at least when they weren’t punctuated by some weird accordion music in the distance. Kass must have been nearby.

This place, this moment, felt very much in line with Zelda’s feelings on the faire. The past was fun, and not just fun, but perhaps even beautiful in its own way. All the myths and legends that surrounded this country and its history were certainly a treasure all their own. This was all a good thing to celebrate, surely. But Goddess above, did they have to do it in such a cheesy way?

Footsteps crunched on gravel. Only very lightly, very slightly. The footsteps of a small person who was trying to keep quiet.

Footsteps that Zelda had become all too familiar with.

“I thought I made it clear that I am not in need of an escort,” she said as she turned to face Link, then found herself walking right up to him.

He stared back at her.

She hated this. She hated that he was always looking at her. Mister Perfect. Mister doesn’t miss any of his targets. Mister somehow has all the personality of a dead fish, yet still draws the crowd’s attention with ease. No wonder father favored him enough to make him this year’s winner. He could do it all without even trying.

All while she burnt herself out time and time again, trying too hard.

“It seems I’m the only one with a mind of my own,” Zelda went on, looking away just briefly enough to confirm that there were enough guests close by that she had to keep this rant in character. Very well, challenge accepted. If they wanted a strong personality, she’d give them one. “I, the person in question, am fine, regardless of the king’s orders.”

For a moment, just a moment still, Link’s face changed. His eyebrows knit just slightly closer together. His eyes seemed to soften from stony neutrality. A tiny bit of a frown seemed to tug at the corner of his lips.

Well, what did he expect? She was supposed to be difficult. And if he hadn’t intended to stop following her, he should not have agreed to her request that morning.

Too bad.

Zelda walked past him, making sure to brush his shoulder with hers. Well, more like her upper arm.

Short. Short, mute, annoying. Bane of her summer with his stupid little wolf tail and stupid, piercingly blue eyes.

“Return to the castle,” she said, giving her most regal of orders to her wayward knight. “And tell that to my father, please.”

She heard him turn around, pivot and start jogging to catch up with her.

Zelda didn’t look back as she added one last demand that she was quite certain wouldn’t be followed--both for script reasons and whatever plan it was that her father was trying to act out with this nonsense, “And stop following me!”

---

Gerudo Town was perhaps the most faithful recreation of the various ancient racial capitals that the faire had to offer. Which, was perhaps a better way of saying it had been the easiest to recreate. Yet even more fiberglass and steel had served as a foundation for yet more fake rock texture to masquerade as the adobe buildings of the desert tribe. Water too, was easy, as were tile mosaics to cover the channels in which it ran. The fake palm trees, though, Zelda thought maybe they could do without. Still, they had their purpose.

Vah Naboris stood in the center of it all, surrounded by jewelry shops and tailors and a traditional massage parlor. The great camel’s two cage-like humps now served as a stage for belly dancers, and for a show combining swordplay and dancing that Zelda was far too early for.

Early enough for Urbosa to spot her, snatch her, and immediately drag her backstage. She was under some much needed shade behind the replica of the chieftain’s palace, with a bottle of water being pressed into her hands in mere minutes.

“Drink,” was Urbosa’s first command.

“I don’t have heat stroke again, I promise,” Zelda informed her, but took a sip away.

“Then why are you all flushed, little bird? You’re as pink as a ripe voltfruit,” Urbosa said, poking to her cheek with concern.

Zelda pushed away her hand. “I ran here. Power-walked, really. Still being very princessy about it, I assure you. I was trying to get away from Link,” she explained. “Urbosa, please, I should have asked this earlier and realized how stupid I am just now, but--”

“--You’re not stupid.”

“Stop that for just a second all right? Let me ask my question. You can be all positive and wise and motherly about your answer later,” Zelda attempted to defer. “For now, can you just tell me if Link is supposed to follow me all day?”

Urbosa’s face twisted in confusion. Enough to make Zelda almost want to laugh at the ridiculousness of this, but not enough to make her look any less beautiful. No, decked out in her garb that was fit for both fighting and dancing, complete with traditional blue lipstick, Urbosa was nothing short of stunning.

“I thought you knew.”

Zelda only groaned in response.

“Drink your water,” was Urbosa’s sage advice to that, as if proper hydration would fix anything.

“All day! All day Urbosa! I’m supposed to deal with him all day, every day? Just staring at me all day?” Zelda asked, wanting very much to throw the water bottle instead.

“Quiet now,” Urbosa warned. “Or you’ll spook the guests and the sand seals alike. But, I don’t understand. Rhoam told me he ran all this by you. He said you’d be thrilled at this new storyline.”

“It’s a fucking fairy tale,” Zelda muttered, crunching the water bottle in her fist a little feeling the plastic biting into her palm as it formed a sharp edge. A little water spilled from the top onto her fingers, but she ignored it. “Captain historical accuracy decided to go whole hog on a fairy tale so I could get stared at all day by some weird mute who--”

“He’s not mute.”

“--What?”

“He’s not mute,” Urbosa repeated. “I’ve seen him talking to Rhoam. He can speak. He just usually chooses not to. As someone who chooses to speak her mind perhaps too often, I was hoping you could be understanding of that.”

“Well, obviously he can speak,” Zelda course-corrected. “But still.”

“Listen, little bird,” Urbosa said, steadying Zelda by the shoulder with one hand and taking the bottle from her before she could crush it more. “It was wrong for your dad not to tell you, yes. You have every reason to be angry about that. I’m angry about it too. But, that’s not going to help anything. The show must go on, hmm?”

Zelda took a deep breath. Funny how Urbosa’s voice had such a soothing quality to it. Irrational and silly if she thought about it for too long, but still soothing.

But she was right. She was always right. She’d been right ever since Zelda had known her, long before the faire had even started.

Because Urbosa hadn’t been one of her father’s list of odd characters. No washed up actor. Not even a lost soul that happened to be looking for work in the area.

No, Urbosa had been her mother’s friend. Not her father’s.

So, for her, Zelda nodded through another deep breath.

“Now, calm down, take a rest back here. No one will come looking for you. I’ll keep your dad and Link away for a while. You’re smart. You’re very smart, Zelda. You are and you know it, so don’t argue with me,” Urbosa threatened. “Take a break and think about it for a moment. Think about your options. And I’ll certainly be thinking about what I have to say to your father about this.”

“I’d rather not have to think about any options,” was Zelda’s reply, but the words seemed childish and petulant as soon as they left her mouth.

So much so that she didn’t even remember falling asleep in the shade, sitting on a discarded rug that would have to be clean enough not to make Purah come after her for abusing her costume.

She stirred from this inadvertent nap, squinting at the sun to try to determine the time. It wasn’t too far in the sky. Maybe still before the dance?

She was never good at this shit anyway. Historical reenactment too, she could add to her list of many failures. What kind of renaissance woman was she, if she couldn’t tell the time by the sun?

But what she could tell were familiar footsteps, this time on the packed earth that made up the ground behind the Gerudo Town facade. Not the click of Urbosa’s heels, but again, soft and light. Trying their best to make as little noise as possible.

Zelda slammed her eyes shut again. She’d rather be caught sleeping on the job than deal with him again so soon.

Only it was Urbosa’s smooth voice that had an answer to Link’s approach. “Ah well, you certainly got here fast. I should have expected as much.”

It was only then that Urbosa’s heels did make impact with the hardened dirt as she stepped close to Zelda. Protectively close.

Even in her feigned sleep and seeming lack of witness to him, Link chose not to reply.

So Urbosa went on, “She wore herself out, trying to get away from you. Still as the sands now. So, spill it boy. Have you two been getting along all right?”

What was the point of even asking? Urbosa knew Zelda’s answer on the subject. And she’d said herself that Link would most likely not choose to volunteer one on his own.

Still, she asked. She gave him the opportunity. And Link still said nothing.

“It’s okay, I know,” Urbosa told him after a moment, letting a little chuckle slip before adding, “Your silence speaks volumes. She gets frustrated every time she looks up and sees you getting praise. It makes her feel like a failure when it comes to her own role here. But don’t worry. It’s not like you carry the blame for any of this.”

Zelda loved Urbosa with all of her heart. She really did. She thought of her as a second mother. She’d grown up beside her, guided by her. Hell, she texted and called Urbosa a lot more than she did her dad. And Urbosa was always happy with her achievements, never pushing her to do more. Never criticizing.

But damn if she didn’t have a bad habit of psychoanalyzing the ever-loving shit out of everyone she met.

Zelda was beginning to regret her decision to fake sleep now.

“She’s put in more than enough work,” Urbosa went on. “Ever since she was a young girl, she’s just tried to make her father proud of her. She once passed out from heat stroke doing this stupid bit we used to do with a magic spring. And what did she get to show for it? Rhoam yelling at her afterward for ruining the scene.”

Zelda remembered that, unfortunately. It had only been five years ago. What a way to spend her seventeenth birthday, getting screamed at and over in the ER, as both her father and Urbosa argued with her and each other about whose fault it all was.

“That’s what’s motivating her to try as hard as she always does. To care as much as she does,” Urbosa offered in explanation. “I’d be doing the same thing. But, she really is quite special, you know. You be sure to protect her, you hear me?”

Protect her? From what? Handsy drunks? Tripping over a guest’s shabby costume? Forgetting her lines?

What in all of Hyrule would Link need to protect her from at the fucking renaissance faire?

Urbosa turned, likely looking toward the exit they’d ducked into earlier. “It’s nearly time for the show. Best I wake her. Your choice if you want to be seen here or not, boy.”

Link, for all his silence, made that choice loud and clear. He did not move.

“Suit yourself,” Urbosa said, then bent down to shake Zelda awake.

She put on her best acting to ensure she seemed to be truly surprised to find them both interrupting her nap. “Urbosa!” Zelda said as she stirred, then looked over to Link to find him staring back at her, as usual. “Wait, what--how did you--what are you doing here?”

Urbosa let forth a deep chuckle at that, then less-than-subtle a reminder, “It’s nearly showtime. Would you two care to watch me dance?”

---

After Urbosa’s advice, Link seemed to have seen fit to avoid Zelda. She didn’t see him in Gerudo Town, even if he would have been easy fodder for the guards there to pick on for being a voe. He wasn’t hiding from her in any place she would have chosen to lay low. Not the sand seal stables, nor at the bar. Well, they probably wouldn’t let him in there anyway, with how much he looked like a teen.

Short, scrawny, annoying, and yes, she had proof now that he was a coward.

Good, let him run. Maybe he’d go back to her father for her, save her the trip. Because that’s where she headed after this--straight to the replica castle within the ruins of the real castle to give him a piece of her mind.

But first, the damn water show.

Zora’s Domain sat barely suspended over the most shallow pool possible. It was…an effort, certainly, at getting the look of the actual thing right. And while Zelda had to admit that building a city suspended over a lake by elegant pillars, cascading with waterfalls would have been a feat well beyond the budget of the faire, this was still a rather lame attempt at it.

At least the sculpture of Vah Ruta seemed semi-functional, spraying a constant stream of water out its trunk from its vantage point on top of a replica of Ploymus Mountain so short that it made Link seem like he too was making an effort at tallness.

Link, who was perched atop said Vah Ruta, on said fake mountain, sitting next to Mipha as she mimed healing his arm.

“Fucker,” Zelda muttered to herself as she got to watch yet another of these sickly little scenes unfold.

“I was thinking,” Mipha began. The small red Zora was just about Link’s height. For once, the scenery and his partner doing something to make him seem less miniscule. “This reminds me of the time we first met. You were just a reckless child, always getting yourself hurt at every turn. Every time, I would heal you. Just as I’m doing right now.”

Great. Just wonderful. Amidst all this cheese, they were going to play Mipha as being some childhood friend turned love interest? Zelda was half-tempted to call Revali over and ask if he’d seen this shit--if it reminded him of his days on the Rito soaps.

“I thought it was funny how, being a Hylian, you looked grown-up so much faster than I did.” Mipha’s delivery was as saccharine as the script.

Zelda found that she had to admit that this was the perfect thing to do with her. The perfect way to draw interest to her character again. Rowdy guests only had so much patience for a mostly pacifist version of a Champion, who had been given the win a scant few times by virtue of her compassion and grace. Being a googly-eyed love interest was at least something different.

“I was always willing to hear your wounds,” Mipha went on, looking up to gaze at Link with doe eyes straight out of a grocery store romance novel. “Even back then.”

This was some sort of cue, enough to make Link stop miming being healed and pull away. He examined his arm, making a show of it having been magically mended.

In reality, Zelda actually did like Mipha. She was a little shy and reserved, but a nurse by trade. A travel nurse to be precise. Her passion had always been for the ren faire, though, and for promoting Zora culture and history. So she worked as a nurse in the colder months, and came back to Castle Town year after year, ready to once again teach about the ancient ways of her long-lived people.

“So, if this tournament does happen tonight, what can we really do? We’ll be up against one another, you realize. But know this, no matter how difficult your battles may be, or who they may be with, I will heal you. No matter how bad the wound,” Mipha said, looking away again, out over the audience and offering a conflicted nod that had even Zelda convinced of her concern. “I hope you know that I will always protect you. Once this whole thing is over, maybe things can go back to how they used to be when we were young.”

But the last line had Zelda almost retching for the sickly sweetness of it.

“You know, perhaps we could spend some time together,” Mipha said with a sad little smile.

But the crowd was eating it up, full of a mixture of aws and applause at the scene.

Only a whistle distracted Zelda from her disgust.

She turned to find a familiar Zora, a similar shade of red to Mipha, but easily three or four times as large.

“Good day, Princess Zelda!” Sidon beamed as he announced, far too loudly and far too exuberantly for her to hope to blend into the crowd any longer. “May I interest you in some fine Zora wares before the water show begins?”

Sidon was Mipha’s younger brother, in the Zora equivalent of his late teens. His massive shark-like grin and constant aura of positivity were too much for Zelda sometimes, but at least he meant well.

And he sold ice cream. Hardly a traditional Zora treat, but damn if he wasn’t proud of it. Mipha had landed him this job, of course, and if there was anyone at the faire that matched Mipha’s genuine passion for it, it was her very tall and very loud brother.

“Uh, no thank you good sir,” she offered, waving her hand.

To his credit, Sidon only tried to sell her ice cream in character three more times during the water show.

---

Hyrule Castle within the ruins of the castle was, well, a cinderblock building that yet another fiberglass facade had been built on top of. Because her father just had to make himself an office that was shaped like a castle, and occasionally step out from it onto a balcony to wave at the adoring crowds. Owning the ruins of an actual, real, historical and intrinsically interesting castle wasn’t enough. No, everyone had to know he was the king.

The king of her anger, Zelda decided.

She’d moved past putting the blame on Link. He was just following orders, surely. He didn’t have to be so annoying about it, or good at secretly tailing her, or somehow wildly successful and engaging with his silent acting. But, he was still just following orders.

No, she was going to lay the blame where it belonged. Zelda had time before the tournament preparations began. Usually, this was her dinner break, but dinner be damned. She wasn’t going to be followed around for three whole months.

She made her way to the door of the office, finding it closed. Muffled voices sounded from inside. Definitely her father’s baritone, and another she couldn’t make out. Probably Impa or Purah.

So Zelda didn’t even hesitate as she turned the knob on the door and peeked in.

But she did as soon as she saw that it was Link speaking to her father.

The office was large and cluttered--littered with decades of old props that had no better place to be stored or no reason other than sentiment to be kept. Among them was an old floral-patterned couch that Zelda felt she’d spent years of her life on. She would wait there as a child while Rhoam presided over his little mock kingdom, speeding through her summer reading list or doing crosswords or playing video games on her handheld.

“What a patient child,” people would say. “What a good girl you have there.”

Not anymore.

But for all the distance between the desk where the two men stood and the door, and all the crap in-between, Zelda couldn’t make out what Link was saying.

His voice was too soft, too gentle. Just barely above a whisper. Enough not to seem weird, but, you know, still kind of weird.

Rhoam however, had no such lack in volume as he answered what seemed like a question. “I warned you she’d be difficult about it. You said it wouldn’t be a problem.”

Ah, great, another conversation happening about her that she wasn’t meant to hear. Zelda was about done with this. She was more than ready to hang it up and go home and not speak to her father for at least a week. She was ready for another very long, very hot shower and perhaps another ill-advised amount of late night pizza.

But she still had that damn tournament to sit through.

Link shrugged to this, shoulders sinking afterward in an oddly honest gesture of defeat.

“Listen, boy, I wouldn’t ask this of you if I had anyone else that could do it. Beyond you and Urbosa, I just don’t trust anyone else with this,” Rhoam went on, reaching out to grab Link’s shoulder. “But I know what you can do. I know she’s in good hands. And I trust you. I trust you do what’s right for all of us.”

What was he even talking about? Her father had the air of a man defeated. Even in the ostentatious glory of his king costume, he looked almost…deflated. A popped balloon. A spilled box of popcorn. A dropped ice cream cone, its contents merely a smudge of melted pink upon the pavement.

Nevermind that Zelda had seen all of those things on her way to the castle.

Link nodded to this, seeming to perk up a little.

“I’ll have a talk with her. I don’t know what I can say that she won’t pick apart, but it’s best she doesn’t know for now. I love my Zelda more than anything. I may not be the best at showing it, but I do. And if I know her, she’ll be on this like a dog on a bone,” Rhoam explained. “She’ll try to fix things. But this isn’t something she can fix. No, it’s better she doesn’t know.”

Link said something in reply to this, gesturing outward with his hands. It was the most lively she’d ever seen him.

“I understand your concern, son, but the cops would just shut us down. I can’t have that. For your sake, my sake, and the sake of all the people that work here and depend on this faire to get by, I can’t have that,” was Rhoam’s answer.

The cops? What? What was going on? What was he hiding?

Zelda must have leaned too much onto the door in her outrage, and the hinge squeaked loudly, alerting both Link and her father to her presence.

“Ah, speaking of my princess,” Rhoam said, beckoning her in. “We were just, um, we were just talking about you. Why don’t you come in and have a chat with me and Link here?”

No, that was the exact opposite of what she wanted to do right now. Her father was hiding something from her. Her newly appointed combination of a scene partner and bodyguard was in on it. And so was Urbosa.

Of all the betrayals, hers stung the deepest. No wonder she’d said something weird to Link about protecting her. Protecting her from what?

Zelda had the right to know, but she was very much done with being talked over and around. It made her feel like she was back in that ER again, crying her eyes out and being made to feel guilty for everything. For not being strong enough. For not being, well enough.

For being too much.

“I…I was looking for something for Purah. Seems it’s not here. I’ll leave you two to it,” Zelda offered as a cover, and quickly saw herself out.

She went to just about the only place she was guaranteed to be left alone at the faire. The castle had another room, not as nice or large as her father’s office. Not even really all that functional. Atop a rickety set of spiral stairs that made even Revali’s look structurally sound was a little tower on the western side of the castle. It had a room all its own, a high-walled balcony of sorts that Zelda’s father had constructed for her so she could wave from it when she was younger.

But the high walls of her tower top room made for a good place to hide. Grown as she was now, twenty-fucking-one years old to be exact, she barely fit up here anymore. But still, she curled into herself enough to make it work.

Zelda took deep, steadying breaths. One after the other. Counting to ten, then one-hundred. Then thinking about the book she’d been reading about the mysterious Zonai culture of prehistoric Hyrule. Then thinking about how she could find this out, how she could understand what was going on, or get someone to at least just tell her.

And by the time sunset began to paint the sky in orange, marking her nearly overdue for the tournament, she had a plan.

#zelda #breath of the wild #zelink #fanfic #the world will only darken without candlelight #this baby can fit so many rewrites of memory cutscenes into it #in which i also speedrun zelda being mean to link so i can get to them being cute faster #i promise that isn't going to last much longer

[l3viat8an]

I remember you mentioning something about some silly ideas for an actor au 👀 can you tell me more?

Hell yea!!! So I really haven’t finished anything about this AU yet- I have a few different things drafted, but the whole point of the actor au is an excuse to mess around with ‘behind the scenes’ ideas and different relationships between the newer and older characters!!!

Only thing I decided so far is Lucifer only has two younger brothers ‘outside the show’!! Satan and Luke! yes Satan is still Lucifer’s lil brother! just to annoy Satan lolol and Lucifer dyes his hair!!- he’s actually a natural blonde; like Satan and Luke XD

a sillier idea that I wanted to use for this au is that Mammon and Raphael are actually twins while Beel and Belphie met on set the first day jsjsjjs

And lastly that MC and Solomon’s got engaged shortly before ‘filming’ nightbringer which is why it got added to the script that they lived together and ‘act like a married couple’ :)

That’s kinda all I have rn- it’s just a bunch of mixed up notes I work on bits here ‘n there! It’s one of my favorite pet projects rn!!!

#ro rambles #obey me! #obey me actor au #om! #i think I actually talked about it a few months ago- but I didn’t have any real ideas yet ksjskjs

[jamespotterthefirst]

Your Biggest Fan (15/?)

Chapter 15: Compromise

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 1.8K Warning: None Series: Your Biggest Fan

Series Premise: AU: When he is forced to promote his new book on social media, an insolent stranger points out a mistake in his research.  

Chapter Premise: An obstacle arises in their new relationship. 

“...not too thin or thick. You want them just right,” Ethan dictates in a business-like tone. His voice is a low timber, serious and entirely too distracting. Lilac peers up from her work to admire him, as she often did in the past few weeks.

Tall, commanding, and devastatingly handsome, he looks in his element in the middle of his kitchen, dish towel draped over his shoulder as he watches her work. Then again, she is certain Ethan Ramsey thrives anywhere he goes, no matter the setting. He raises a brow and it's then when she realizes she has been practically gawking.

“Eyes on the cutting board, Rookie.”

Lilac summons her most charming smile as she obeys.

“Yes, sir.”

Ethan's eyes darken dangerously, making her knees quiver.

“Lilac,” he warns.

“What?” she asks with an innocent laugh.

“You'll never learn how to cook if you don't take it seriously.”

“Then it's lucky you can give me as many private lessons as it takes.”

The confident sentence is finalized with a kiss that he can't seem to complain about. In fact, he struggles to maintain his serious façade when they break apart. He puts up a valiant effort, even if his cheeks are flushed.

“Focus,” he admonishes.

“So serious,” Lilac comments as she goes back to dicing the tomatoes. “Is this how you boss your interns around at Edenbrook?”

There is a beat.

“Not exactly.”

Ethan doesn't elaborate. When Lilac glances up at him expectantly, she can see his face is back to its characteristic neutrality. His eyes, meanwhile, are fixed on the bubbling pasta sauce in the pan.

“If you're done with the tomatoes, you can start on chopping the parsley,” he instructs.

Lilac sets the knife down to study him.

“Is something wrong?”

The question prompts him to relax, his broad shoulders easing lower. He opens his mouth, perhaps to assure her that all is indeed fine. However, he's a terrible actor—she knows this about him by now—and so he closes his mouth.

Before Lilac can recount every word she said to determine where she offended him, the doorbell rings.

“I'll get it.”

Lilac is left alone in the kitchen, uneasiness swirling in the pit of her stomach. It's not until the pasta sauce simmers with ferocity that she realizes Ethan is gone for longer than expected. She decides to turn off the burner before trotting over to the doorway of the kitchen.

“... making bucatini all'amatriciana ,” Ethan is saying as he leads the new arrival into his living room. “Make yourself at home. It'll be ready soon.”

As Ethan moves further into the living room, she recognizes the slightly shorter frame of Naveen Banerji. Unconsciously, she takes a step back, praying nothing draws attention to her presence. For some reason, her heart beats as though caught doing something illicit.

Naveen, on the other hand, is blissfully unaware of Lilac's presence. Instead, he grins a sunny, knowing smile as he studies Ethan. “Are you sure you're still up for dinner? It's been a hectic two weeks and I wouldn't resent you if you forgot.”

“I didn't forget.”

Even Lilac can tell he's fibbing from where she stands. Inwardly, she makes a mental note to tease him about being a terrible actor. An involuntary smile freezes and disappears from her face as a new thought arises. Now that Naveen is staying, will Ethan introduce her? She has met Naveen before, but never as Ethan's… what? Girlfriend? Lover?

They hadn't discussed it yet.

A darker thought forces itself into the forefront of her mind. What if Ethan asks her to hide in the kitchen until dinner is over? Lilac could understand that perhaps he wants to keep his private life secluded from his boss. But then again, Naveen seems more than just a boss and mentor for Ethan. Wouldn't he want to introduce him to someone significant in his life? Instead of hiding her like a dirty secret?

As the silence stretches, Lilac's nerves taper to a sharp point. Her heart echoes at her ears, her throat dry. Just when it seems that Ethan will hide her away, he says—

“There's another guest joining us, however. I hope you don't mind I invited someone?”

Naveen's benevolent brown eyes sparkle with interest.

“Of course I don't mind,” he says, voice laden with pure delight. “Who's this special guest?”

Ethan meets Lilac's eyes, silently beckoning her to join him. Releasing a steadying breath, she slowly emerges from the shadows of the kitchen. Naveen's eyes fall on her and his smile grows impossibly wider, twinkling eyes sending Ethan a knowing look.

“Miss Allende,” he greets, shaking her hand firmly and placing his free one atop hers. “It's a delight to see you again!”

“Likewise, Dr. Banerji.”

“Please, call me Naveen.”

Ethan watches the exchange with narrowed eyes, solely reserved for the older doctor. They are practically slits when Naveen turns pensive. He shakes a finger at Lilac.

“You're the one he took to my lake house.”

“Naveen,” Ethan warns.

Lilac, meanwhile, feels her face flare up with heat, particularly when memories of what Ethan did to her (repeatedly) in that house flood her mind.

“I was pleasantly surprised when he asked me if he could use it,” Naveen continues conversationally, seemingly unaware of the utter mortification on the two doctors' faces. “I was even more elated when I discovered it was for a date.”

“I never said it was for a date,” Ethan amends through grit teeth.

“You didn't have to. I put it all together on my own when I saw what you left behind.”

Lilac freezes, mortified. She mentally goes through a list of items they could've carelessly left behind, ranging from the innocuous to the… intimate. Ethan, meanwhile, seems unaffected, sharp jaw pressed tight.

“Champagne and two glasses,” Naveen explains with a small chuckle. “It doesn't take a genius—which I am—to figure it out.”

Lilac is practically dizzy with relief while Ethan scoffs.

“If you're done being arrogant, dinner is almost ready.”

They find their way back to the kitchen, Naveen insisting on helping. As they move around the kitchen, the astute older doctor throws them assessing looks, smiling to himself at whatever private conclusion he reaches. Ethan notices once or twice and throws him silent glares that only succeed in making his mentor laugh.

“What inspired you to go into medicine, Miss Allende?” Naveen asks twenty minutes later at the dining table.

Lilac considers the question, pushing her pasta around with her fork.

“In the literal sense? Ethan's book,” she says, feeling slightly bashful when she feels his blue eyes on her. “He presented diagnosis as more than a science. Yes, there is a systematic method to determine what the problem is, but Ethan emphasized what many doctors forget. Diagnosis, fundamentally, is about people and their stories.”

Naveen nods, impressed. Ethan, on the other hand, watches her quietly with fiery intensity. It's the same look he gives her before he kisses her.

“I was also inspired by my parents' hard work, of course, and their dream of giving my siblings and I a better life. The injustices I saw in healthcare even at a young age motivated me to enter the field in hopes of bringing change.”

Naveen nods along, assessing Lilac with a kind, understanding smile.

As they eat, the conversation delves deeper into the topic of medicine. It's fascinating to listen to two minds like Naveen and Ethan's unfurl  their expertise and sheer knowledge. Soon, the older doctor recounts anecdotes of Ethan's years as a resident, much to Lilac's delight and Ethan's annoyance.

By the end of the meal, the trio is in such high spirits, Lilac laments when Naveen announces he should go home.

“I'll see you in the morning,” he says to Ethan at the door. “Lilac, always a pleasure.”

His grip is firm when he shakes her hand.

“Are you still considering Edenbrook for residency?”

The question catches her off-guard.

“Yes,” she says at last. “It's my first choice.”

Naveen nods.

“If you have an application ready, you can send it to me personally. I know it's a few months before the deadline, but I'm eager to review it.”

Lilac, convinced she looks like a gaping fish, merely nods. Satisfied, Naveen bids them goodnight and vanishes. When she is convinced he's out of earshot, she glances up at Ethan, letting out an excited squeal.

“Did you hear that? He wants to review my application himself!”

“I can see that,” Ethan replies.

Lilac flings her arms around him. A thought occurs to her. “That's a good sign, right? ”

“It is,” he says, holding on to her tightly. “That bodes well for your placement. You deserve it.”

Very gingerly, he leans in to kiss her temple. Lilac allows her eyes to flutter closed, enveloped in his arms and in the warmth of his tenderness. She is convinced there is nothing that could burst this tiny bubble of happiness.

Until he sees the glimmer of something somber in Ethan's eyes.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“You're an awful liar.”

He sighs.

“I've just been thinking… What are we going to do about us when you place at Edenbrook?”

Lilac steps back to really look at his face.

“What do you mean?”

“If people find out about our relationship, they will gossip and draw conclusions about your placement. I don't want anyone to suggest you got your place there by sleeping with me.”

Lilac blinks, processing his words.

“I can't do that to you. Especially given what happened at UCLA.”

With a pang, she comes to a terrifying realization.

“So… What? Do you want to stop seeing me?”

“No,” he replies without hesitation, looking pained at the mere prospect. “Of course not, Lilac.”

She nods once, pulsing with relief.

“Okay, good. Neither do I.”

Ethan's expression softens.

“I'm just vocalizing a very real problem we will be facing soon,” he says. “It's what I do.”

Lilac takes a steadying breath, moving closer to him as though his proximity is an anchor.

“Is this why you got weird in the kitchen before Naveen arrived?”

“Yes.”

She nods, replaying the scene and finally understanding.

“I don't care what people think,” she tells him sincerely.

“Lilac, that's not—”

“I'm serious.”

“You don't know how ruthless gossip can be.”

“From experience, I think I do know,” she reminds him gently.

With an embarrassed little grimace, he takes her hand in his and kisses the top of it. “Sorry. I didn't mean to dismiss what happened at UCLA.”

Lilac watches his lips kiss the tops of her knuckles one by one, almost entranced. When he's finished, Ethan sighs regretfully, as though hating that there's no simple solution to their predicament.

“Let's assume we can fend off the vicious rumors. The way the program is designed… I'd be one of the Attending supervising you. Your boss. We still have that problem.”

“Are there any other Attendings who can be in charge of me?”

“Many.”

“So why don't we do this the right way? We can notify HR about our pre-existing relationship if I place at Edenbrook—”

“When you place at Edenbrook.”

His confidence makes her throat tighten. Lilac nods gratefully.

“If we tell them of our personal relationship, they can ensure I don't report to you.”

Ethan opens his mouth as if to protest, but Lilac rushes on.

“Naveen obviously knows about us and still offered to review my application. Clearly, he thinks our relationship won't be a problem.”

There is a prolonged silence before Ethan lets out a sigh at last.

“Perhaps,” he allows warily. “Though I'm not entirely convinced it will be that simple.”

Lilac opens her mouth to argue, but she immediately realizes he might be right.

“For the time being, we can enjoy our time together freely,” he continues. “When the time comes to send Naveen your application, we can discuss it again.”

With a defeated sigh of her own, she nods.

“Just promise me you'll think about it.”

“I promise.”

Notes: Thank you so much for reading!

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #playchoices

[apazwtsn]

Ok. Hear me out. This is an AU.

If you like this, then it'll probably become a fanfic. Probably. I can't promise.

it's all the same. The canon, the characters, everything. It's exactly the same. "but but, if everything is the same, dear Apaz", you may be wondering, "what is Alternative about this Universe?"

This is where the interesting part begins. We go back to post s4. John wakes up one morning and looks in the mirror. Sees a lot of red and green boxes and a lot of data through his eyes and oh surprise, John is a robot.

It's a bug in his operating system and interface. But John doesn't know. He's been a robot this whole time and needs answers. So he says to himself, "I don't know what's going on and I don't know what I am, but Sherlock won't believe me if i tell him". And he thinks that the one who knows the most about secrets is Mycroft. So he sends a message to Mycroft to meet. Mycroft, of course, sends him a car.

He meets Mycroft in an abandoned shed. John doesn't think Mycroft will be able to answer him, but at the very least, maybe it will help him keep it from Sherlock. How great will be his surprise when Mycroft begins to talk to him about his creation...

Mycroft wanted to take close care of his brother. Since he himself couldn't, he wanted to send someone to take care of him and/or spy on him. The problem was that no one was available 24/7 to look after Sherlock. A group of scientists working for the government give him the idea. They would create a robot especially to take care of Sherlock. everyone would win, since Mycroft would have someone to take care of his brother and the scientists would have complete freedom to do so.

Mycroft keeps the project in total secret. He didn't want his superiors to find out that he was using government resources for his own benefit. Of course, no one questioned it.

They made a lot of prototypes. None worked. Except the last one, Z-45. AKA, John H. Watson.

POOM, HIS HEAD EXPLODES!! Well, not literally. BUT MYCROFT KEEPS TALKING!

Now he explains how the process of his creation was like. They wanted the robot not to know that it was, in fact, a robot. So they invented a story, a name and a life for him. They gave him the face of an actor Sherlock didn't know (Martin Freeman), so he couldn't recognize him. They needed him to know how to defend and use weapons, what better than a former soldier? They needed him to act in case Sherlock got hurt. Well, then he will be a doctor! They needed him to follow Sherlock everywhere, but for it to feel natural. Add a fake adrenaline addiction and a couple of commands. Now he will obey Sherlock in absolutely everything, even if he doesn't want to. He will need to guide Sherlock through life, since his sociopathy, autism and intelligence prevent him from understanding references, understand people and know basic things. A shot of Pop Culture and a slightly outgoing personality for our friend! He has to contrast with Sherlock, he has to make him feel superior. A little more average intelligence, a taste for ugly sweaters and a couple of things for Sherlock to deduce (sister, drink, phone)

Something is missing. Of course! He can't fall in love with Sherlock. That would be catastrophic. Obviously we will give him human feelings, but he will not be able to fall in love. Much less with Sherlock.

We almost forgot! we need to be able to reschedule him any time we want. Lest something goes wrong and Sherlock finds out. Let's add a button for it to him. But it must be very hidden, so that he doesn't activate it himself. Let's camouflage it with a gunshot wound. That way no one will want to touch it and he will feel so insecure about it that he won't even want to see it. Perfect! Add a password, in case it is pressed by accident.

And last but not least, we must make his meeting with Sherlock seem like a coincidence. Let's hire a man to pretend to be an ex-colleague to introduce him to Sherlock. Mike Stamford will do. He is Sherlock's mate at Bart's and is easy to convince with a little money. We will also add a "psychosomatic" limp, so Sherlock will "cure" him and he will feel like he owes him something.

He's ready. Now we'll program him to wake up and meet Mike. Oh, right, first he has to go to his therapist, who is also hired by us. Splendid!

At this point, John gives no more.

Anyway, Mycroft continues explaining.

The problem begins when John starts to seem very human. He himself would never suspect that he is a robot. Usually, that wouldn't be a problem. Except when Sherlock falls in love with him and he John's feelings want to reciprocate, but he can't because of how he is programmed. And everything gets worse when Sherlock fakes his death, because now John is so sad that he wants to shoot himself. But he can't die, so if he shoots himself, it will ruin the charade.

Let's hire a woman. Someone who reminds him of Sherlock. A former assassin who wants to redeem herself? perfect. It will only be temporary, until Sherlock returns.

Uh-oh. Something went wrong. John is angry at Sherlock. It doesn't matter, his program doesn't let him walk away even if he gets angry. WAIT, HIS PROGRAM WON'T LET HIM HURT SHERLOCK, WHAT'S GOING ON? oh, just a little bug. Fixed. Now he doesn't want to be separated from Mary... Good. The plan did not go as planned. It doesn't matter. We will improvise. They will get married. That will also make Sherlock give up his feelings.

Shit, now Mary is pregnant by her actual husband? That ruins everything. Let's pretend that it is John's baby.

Once again Mary's past gets in the way of our plans. We will have to...

NOW JOHN IS DEPRESSED. BRILLIANT. AGAIN, EVERYTHING RUINED. Plus, he's even angrier at Sherlock, which is bad. Sherlock is getting high again. John has walked away. Although he's not scheduled to be away for long. The problem is getting worse. Because John is not responding to his commands...

Now Eurus?? Really??

Anyway, Mycroft finally finishes speaking. John has a knot in his stomach, if he really has a stomach...

John is having a lot of existential crises.

He doesn't want to listen anymore, so he leaves. Before, Mycroft tells him that if he wants, he would like to take him to the scientists who created him. So that they fix it, improve it. Obviously, John says no.

From there, John feels like shit. He doesn't want to eat or sleep or anything (after all, he doesn't need it) and acts like a jerk to everyone around him. Sherlock sees something strange, but assumes it's his way of coping with grief. Until one day John decides cut his wrist with a knife. After all, he is a robot, it won't hurt.

Oh, but it fucking hurts. So bad.

At that moment he realizes that, although he is not a real person, all the suffering is real. The pain and grief and anger and everything that torments him is real.

Sherlock enters at that precise moment and sees him, and determined, he takes the knife from him. John explains everything to him. At first he doesn't believe me but John asks him to press the button and nothing happens. But John tells him to say the password (Mycroft told it to him), which is the full name of Sherlock. And Sherlock says it and there is John, covered in white synthetic skin, with blueish lines and hexagons. And it's not John anymore.

Sherlock gets angry at Mycroft and tells him a lot of bad things. He doesn't want to see him again.

Some time passes and John thinks better of it. If he lets himself be fixed by those scientists, maybe it will be better for him and Sherlock. He doesn't know what to do with Rosie. After all, she is not his daughter. "To hell!", says, "I raised her, she's my daughter. But maybe she's better off with Sherlock."

So he calls Mycroft and tells him that he agrees to take him to the scientists.

Sherlock can't find him at home and is suspicious. He knows that Mycroft put a GPS on John's cell phone. She checks it and goes there. Earlier, he leaves Rosie with Mrs. Hudson.

At the laboratory, John is already unconscious. They shut him down for renovations and the scientist in charge wants to make a new, improved one, with parts from Z-45, because she says it is "too human."

Sherlock bursts in. Mycroft too. He regrets it very much because he only wanted to take care of his brother, and he didn't want everything else to happen.

In this part, nothing comes to mind. Maybe Sherlock and Mycroft convince the scientist to leave John, or maybe they do it by force. Don't know. I ask for suggestions.

After all, back to Baker Street.

Rosie is worried because her father has been distant. She asks John if she doesn't love her anymore and he explains everything about her to her. Well, not everything, because it's too much for a 5-year-old girl. He just tells her that actually he is not her biological father, but that does not mean that he does not love her.

John tells Sherlock that maybe they should try it, the two of them. Even though he is a robot and Sherlock "doesn't has a heart."

Sherlock agrees, and the end.

Or maybe you want to add something else?

#bbc sherlock #john watson #sherlock holmes #johnlock #mycroft holmes #au #alternate universe #robots #sci-fi

[shitty-obeyme-aus]

Obey Me AU where everyone's an actor. Not for Obey Me, but for Lifetime-like movies.

#what would lifetime's equivalent in the devildom be? write your answer in the comments (tags) below. #obey me #obey me! #obey me au #shitty-obeyme-aus brought to you by: admin #scheduled shitty post

[hitori-eli]

OBEY ME ACTOR AU!

here 6 and 7 arent twins but rapahel and mammon are!

#obey me mammon #obey me raphael #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me side characters #obey me #obey me au