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coralinnii · 11 months
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❋ If you are a villain, then let me be your accomplice ❋ feat: Jamil genre: mild hurt/comfort, budding romance note: sequel to reincarnated into a new world as the bad guy AU Jamil ver, not gender specific reader, no pronouns used, villainess!reader gets sulky, 1.7k word count 
I liivvveee! For now, anyway. I still have my job projects and midterms are upon me but I finally found some time to myself so I hope you enjoy another addition to the Villain/ess!series. Jamil is such an intriguing character with such complex emotions.
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Be it luck or the universe finally giving you a break but you noticed that Jamil is starting to like you…or at least tolerates you a bit more than before. 
Since that fateful incident, the competent boy was more willing to be on your side and a lot more comfortable with you, even if it’s mostly reprimanding you. 
“You shouldn’t run in the hallways, you could trip and get hurt!” “Don’t touch those flowers, they have thorns! If you wanted some, just ask me” 
Jamil’s tone was harsh, but he always offered his hand to you to help you walk with your heavy garbs on and would give you the most beautiful bouquet of flowers that you keep in your personal guest room, one that the Asim family provided considering how often you come over. 
Because of your frequent visits, you have the blessing to see the hidden sides of Jamil that you never considered even with your knowledge of this fictional world. 
Like how his voice gets higher when he gets frustrated or surprised, or how animated he gets with his arms whenever Kalim does something spontaneous (which is pretty much all of the time). You especially like how he tries to hide his face whenever he gets embarrassed, especially after finding out how weak he actually was to sincere compliments. 
“Will you teach me to dance, Jamil? You look so cool when I see you” 
“I’m sure you can find someone much more capable than me” 
“Please? You’re so beautiful when you do it” 
“…If I have the time, then” 
“Yay!~”
In your bliss, you’ve forgotten all about your previous plans to leave this kingdom if not for your father asking you about your thoughts on some academies that were recommended to him by the Asim head. 
You wondered about that now. You wanted to leave this land in hopes of avoiding your bad ending with Jamil but with your growing friendship with both Jamil and Kalim, you feel more reluctant to leave them. You asked your father to give you some time and postpone your applications, just so you can rearrange your thoughts. 
Despite your predestined future, you were reincarnated into a luxurious life. Being a second-born in an established and rich family, you were not bound by responsibilities or expectations aside from noble standards. Your only job was apparently to marry well which could be stifling to some but you choose to ignore that in favor of enjoying your youth. Marriage talk is still far for you to consider and you have better things to worry about. 
Like wondering why Jamil is avoiding you again!
“Kalim, tell me the truth. Does Jamil hate me?” You asked your fair-haired friend who had a sudden feeling of deja vu. 
“There’s no way! Jamil really cares about you, I can tell” Kalim reassured you, pressing a fist to his chest in honesty. He had seen how much you matter to his dear friend. 
Kalim saw how meticulous Jamil was when arranging the bouquet with your favorite flowers, just because you wanted a singular one from the garden, and he was there when Jamil was trying to hide his smile when you were adamant to learn how to dance from him because you love how he looked when he danced. 
Jamil hating you? That’s crazy. 
“He won’t even be in the same room as me anymore” you rebutted, pouting as you were sure Jamil didn’t want it to be obvious that he was avoiding you, but you definitely noticed with how much you miss his company. 
“Then we’ll just make sure he will be!” Kalim yelled out, his expression screaming ‘I have a great idea!’. This worries you. 
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Jamil was huffing, running through the hallways with as much caution as he could. A servant told him that Kalim requested him to come over to his room as soon as he could. Even if he knew the Kalim wouldn’t care if he was a little slow, as a servant of the esteemed Asim family he can’t ignore the supposed urgency for his assistance. 
Finally reaching Kalim’s room, Jamil took a few seconds to adjust his appearance before knocking on the door, announcing his presence. But Kalim did not respond from the other side of the door. 
“Young master Kalim, it’s Jamil” Jamil announced his presence again. Still no answer. 
Jamil let out a small sigh. Kalim must have fallen asleep while waiting, he assumed. Used to this situation, Jamil slowly opened the door and inspected the room. The room was quiet with no sign of the Asim heir. He looked over to the large bed that had its canopy curtains loose, covering the bed. 
“So I was right, Kalim did fall asleep” Jamil suppressed his exasperation as he walked towards the bed, pulling the curtains aside. 
“Young master Kalim, what did you need from me that was-“ 
To Jamil’s surprise, it was not Kalim but you sitting on his master’s bed, looking somewhat angry. The dark-haired servant started looking around the room presumably in search of Kalim and for him to explain this situation. But since he wasn’t here, you volunteer to explain yourself. 
“Kalim is currently in the village partaking in the weekly market,” you raised your hand when you saw the look of panic on Jamil’s face “He didn’t go alone, he has someone with him. That newly assigned tutor of his, I believe” 
Jamil looked visibly calmer but you could tell that he still had some questions swirling in his head. It’s strange but you don’t feel surprised by how much you could tell about Jamil, that’s just how close you felt to him. But apparently, that isn’t mutual. 
“I asked Kalim to call you on my behalf since you seem to be avoiding me.” 
“I assure you, I could never be so rude as to avoid you-“ 
“But it feels like it! You don’t talk to me anymore, and I haven’t been able to see you as often as we used to” you knew that you sounded very childish, in fact this whole conversation is childish but you didn’t want whatever was going on between you and Jamil to continue and maybe even someday break apart this new bond. 
“I just don’t want to drift apart from you” you whispered to yourself but Jamil with how keen he was, overheard your thoughts. 
The truth was, he was avoiding you. Some time ago, he overheard the conversation between your father and Kalim’s father about recommendations for oversea studies and found out that you wanted to leave this kingdom. Jamil felt a pain in his chest he didn’t expect. To his surprise, he found himself feeling sad over the idea that he may not see you again for a long time, maybe even forever. Unlike him, you were free to travel with nobody to chain you down or obligations to come back. You could walk out of his life and never return. 
Jamil didn’t like that feeling, so he decided he should nip this new friendship in the bud before it hurts even more. 
But there he was, second-guessing his choice as he watches the look of sadness on your face, confessing that the mere few days without him left you upset. But still, he crushed that doubt (and hidden glee in the shared sadness) and chose to put on a face of professional indifference. 
“I apologize for upsetting you but I’m sure there are more capable companions than I for you” Jamil spoke to you so formally, just like the days of your first meeting. “When you start your oversea studies, there will be a great diversity of people that will be worthy of your time” 
“Wait, when did you hear about my plans to go overseas?” 
Jamil's face paled as he realized his mistake. That was apparently not common knowledge amongst the servants and he just admitted that he knows because he heard something he had no right to as a worker of the esteemed Asim family. 
Quickly, Jamil fell to his knees and dropped his gaze to the floor. This shocked you and quickly rushed to the floor to pull Jamil to his feet when he spoke again. 
“I committed a crime. I overheard something that was not meant for my ears, therefore I will accept any punishment.” Jamil's tone was unwavering which scared you. A young teen like him speaking about punishment over a mere accident was a terrifying sight. What's more, he treated you less like a friend and more like an authoritative figure of his, which broke your heart.
“Jamil, I’m not going to punish you. And I never will!” You assured your friend, glancing to the door to make sure no one heard the two of you. “And Jamil, I haven’t decided if I want to study overseas” 
You just kept on surprising Jamil. 
“I thought about traveling to study but now…I don’t think I want to travel when I’m just going to miss you too much” you confessed your reasons before panicking slightly “and Kalim, of course! And my family!” 
To anyone else, they’d think you were being foolish. Who wouldn’t want to travel and experience the world? Even Jamil dreamt about it, where he wasn’t bound by his obligations and was free to go wherever he pleases, maybe make a name for himself rather than simply Kalim’s shadow. If he was honest, he envied you for being someone unbounded or shadowed by anything or anyone. 
Even with your embarrassing confession, you can tell that Jamil was unconvinced which left you exasperated before continuing on. “You and I finally got closer and I didn’t want to just suddenly leave like that. I know I’m being childish but that’s how I feel.” 
You were being childish, Jamil thought. There you go again being foolish and nonsensical as Kalim with your emotions controlling your thoughts instead of being level-headed. To refuse a chance to see the world just to keep a superficial friendship with a mere servant like him is crazy, ridiculous, absolutely stupid…
But why does he feel so warm inside? This bubbly feeling of happiness growing in his chest? 
“How irrational can you be? To forgo an opportunity like this for a mere servant like me…” 
“But you’re not some ‘mere servant’,” you puff out your cheeks over that self-deprecating comment, grabbing your friend’s hands and encasing them tightly in yours. “You are the one and only Jamil Viper, someone very important to me.” 
Without any way to hide his face, you got a glimpse of something rare. An embarrassed Jamil.
Bonus
"Hey Jamil..."
"Yes?"
"If I do think about traveling, would you like to come with me?"
"What would you need me for?"
"Just be there with me, enjoy the world together with me...like equals"
"...If I have the time, then...I would like that"
"Yay!~"
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wonderaboutme · 2 years
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The Vinyl Store. (coming soon)
ENHYPEN Series by wonderaboutme (hyung line ver.)
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Welcome to The Vinyl Store.
What if there was a place that could take you to different realities, making you experience two different sides?
Will you go play the vinyl of two sides?
hyung line // maknae line
enhypen fic masterlist
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You entered the vinyl store full of curiosity, enamored with everything inside. Your fingers moved along the edges of the records until you stopped and took one out. Getting the “Side A” of the vinyl, you placed the record on top of the opened turntable as it glistens as if it was speaking to you. The stylus started running along the grooves on the record, and slowly translates it into a story you were never quite ready for.
Vinyl I - Aces of Spades (Lee Heeseung)
- Can we leave all we've felt behind and call it quits with fate?
Side A - His Majesty
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Pairing: crown prince! Heeseung x princess! reader
Summary: Heeseung being the kind, considerate crown prince he is, would never hate someone and would never dare go against the wishes and commands of his Queen and King. He would never have thought of such a thing. Not until he knew the fact that he was set to marry someone else. What happens when hate blooms stronger than love? When one realized that behind closed doors there's more than what meets the eye? What if love bursted with power that's stronger than hate? But what if it's too late?
Side B - I've Found My Place
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Pairing: commoner!Heeseung x princess!reader x commoner!Jay
Summary: The greatest kingdom at present time, the most powerful royal family, the strongest of royal guards, and is full of happy, content and smart people, the Kingdom of Merveille. That fact alone has caused jealousy for other kingdoms to fight over and take the throne but there is only one way to do that, you. You were the only weakness of the King and Queen and the moment you were born, assassins were sent to take you away or worse to kill you. Never once have they succeeded in getting you, never came close. But you never know when a double edge sword has made its way to you. You know what they say, keep your friends close, your enemies closer.
Vinyl II - Gold Coin (Park Jongseong)
- It's really not a good thing to guess, so what do you say, heads or tails?
Side A - Cosa Nostra
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Pairing: mafia!jay x journalist!reader
Summary: Following a love story between a man and a woman in their twenties is surely not where you thought you'd be headed when you first decided to become a journalist.  It was not part of your plan. Strangely enough, you did manage to come face to face with a man dressed in black, pointing a gun in your direction, with you not being aware that you're participating in the most lethal game of chance, Russian roulette. Now how the fuck did you end up here? 
Side B - The Pacifist
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Pairing: professor! jay x college student! reader
Summary: In your life there was one thing you knew for sure, geekiness is not an insult. Well for you that is. Geekiness is not a bad thing. Wanting to learn and be knowledgeable is a great benefit for you in the outside world. But geekiness is not an excuse to eavesdrop in a conversation you weren't meant to hear, especially if they're talking about what can kill slowly and painlessly. Even if it involves your favorite college professor, that you totally have the hots for, Jay Park. 
Vinyl III - The Joker (Sim Jaeyun)
-Black beats red. Or is it the other way around? Will fate weigh more than free will?
Side A - The Magician
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Pairing: high school student! jake x high school student! reader
Summary: If you had a book that could travel through time, what would you do? Well, Jake Sim would certainly do one thing a head over heels teenage boy would do, to see if the person he is deeply in love with, will end up with him in the future. But what if it turns out the opposite of what's wanted? Then Jake would do whatever is written in that stupid book. 
Side B - The Fool
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Pairing: time-traveller! jake x writer! reader
Summary: Entrusted in the hands of the most responsible person, Jake Sim holds the key to operate the time travelling machine again. He took a vow to never touch it again for it becomes a door to a part of a person, for greed to come crashing, destroying everything in its way. And that's what happened. Jake had broken the vow, greed came crashing down, destroying his sanity, for he had fallen in love with someone at the right place but the wrong time.
Vinyl IV - Down the Rabbit Hole (Park Sunghoon)
-Two can play the game. Are you ready?
Side A - The Fated Mate
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Pairing: prince! park sunghoon x gender neutral reader
Summary: Summer of senior year — the season where all fun and games were supposed to take place. Last summer as high school kids because this coming school year you’ll be dumped with expectations for kids who were on the road to college. It was supposed to be peaceful, supposed to be filled with serenity. Not until one beach party, where you saw him again. You still vividly remember the last time you saw him, the promise that he made, the same promise that he had broken. The promise that he told you that he would never leave, but the next day, vanished as if he didn’t exist.
Side B -  The Curious Child
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Pairing: best friend! park sunghoon x reader
Summary: You really should’ve listened to the stories to not follow a white rabbit if you ever see one. You really should’ve stopped and thought about it first before following it down a hole when you didn’t know where it might take you. You should’ve run away when you see the rabbit transform into a child. You really shouldn’t have, but what can you do, you were one curious child.
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Note: The stories aren't complete yet and are in the middle of writing. There might be small changes but plot of each story will go around the concept of what is shown in the summary. No particular date when I'll be dropping the stories!
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zahraalgernon · 3 years
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  Something I find really interesting is that the flag or symbol for Alabasta(a circle with 8 either tear drops or just circles resembling a sun) is very similar to the symbol within the Kozuki insignia. Being a circle with dots surrounding it.        This was one of the reasons I wanted to have Loki have at least some connections with Wano. They do have the Orochi fruit, which seems to be originating from Wano given the legend of the actual Orochi. Thus why Loki only got that fruit since it was a gift from Wano to Alabasta.
      I love the idea that Alabasta and Wano were more connected than some of the other Kingdoms. Especially given Alabasta was the only Kingdom apart of the Alliance that was given a Poneglyph to keep safe/hidden.
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mobagehelllocal · 4 years
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“do you even lift, bro?”
Not exactly a prompt but just a suggestion where the dorm leaders fem s!o wants to carry them bridal style? Maybe they got injured or maybe she just wanted to show her strength? How will everyone react? Thanks a lot :) -- From @blackstrawberrynightmare​.
A/N: Thank you so much for this! This was a very fun break from the “holding the world” series ahahah~ I enjoyed it a lot and I think it sort of became crack? I hope this makes everyone who reads it laugh at least once! Please tell me what you think~
other versions: ver i (this), ver ii (dire, divus, ashton), ver iii (leech twins, jamil, epel, rook, lilia)
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“Bet I could bench press you.” 
“I beg your pardon?” Riddle turned to you with the most incredulous face ever, and you giggled in response. “What is... a bench press?” Riddle struggled, his expression looked as if he was thinking back onto all your conversations--he tried to remember if you’ve ever mentioned this... bench press before.
“It’s basically when I hold you like this” you opened your palms facing upright, “and then I lift you like this--” you proceeded to move your hands up and down. 
“Absolutely not.”
“But Riddle!” you pouted, and he narrowed his eyes in turn, his arms crossed. 
“I refuse to be... bench pressed.” He pressed his lips tight together, and you sighed, disappointed.
“One day I’ll convince you.”
“That day will never come.” 
“Then next time, I won’t ask for permission.” 
“You--” Riddle glared, his cheeks red. “--never mind.” he scoffed, as he looked away. “What makes you think you can carry me anyways?” 
“Ah, but I can!” 
“I don’t believe it.” Unfortunately for Riddle, you were waiting for something like that.
“Then let me prove my strength~” 
“What are you doing? Why are you bending down--Wait, don’t you dare--guh!” 
You proceeded to wrap your arms behind his knees, and around his back. With barely a blink, you swept him up into your arms. 
Riddle gaped when you barely flinched. While Riddle was small, he wasn’t exactly light. Or at least, that’s what he liked to think. You looked down at him, and wiggled your eyebrows.
“Have I made you fall in love, prince of my heart?” You delighted in the embarrassed red flush on his cheeks. He began to struggle in your arms, but you held on pretty tight--enough that the most he could do was attempt to push you away with his hands.
“Let me down,” his brow furrowed, and from embarrassed red he slowly turned to angry red, “this instant.” 
“No way, this is too fun.” you giggled, as he struggled harder in response. 
“If you don’t I’ll--” he stopped short, realizing he really didn’t have leverage against you. He couldn’t exactly use his unique magic on you. You grinned cheekily at him, and he crossed his arms grumpily in response. “... Since when were you so strong anyways?”
“Always?” 
“You didn’t say anything.” he pointed out and you cocked your head to the side in thought. 
“I guess it’s like you with your magic. You’ve always had it, you’ve always been good at it.” you shrugged, “it’s normal to me. So I never thought it was something that needed explaining?” He sighed in response, he could understand your point after all. 
“... When will you let me down?” 
“Never.” you cuddled close and his blush that had originally calmed down--intensified. 
“--!” he sighed, before he let you. It should be fine as long as nobody walked in.
“Prefect, Riddle--” Cater walked in, only for his eyes to widen, and his hand snapped up immediately to take a photo.
“Cater!” Riddle looked murderous, and he tried to leap out of your arms to grab the third year who laughed nervously, and hesitantly stepped back. “[Name]! Let go of me right now!” 
“Sorry, can’t do Riddle,” you giggled. “Cater! Send me that photo, okay~?” 
“[Name]!” 
“There’s a reason I adore you Prefect!” Cater laughed, as he snapped more photos. 
“What’s going on?” Trey ducked into the room, and paused at the sight. Riddle sputtered, as Trey immediately turned around to snicker. 
“Cater I want those photos too--” 
“YOU ALL--!”
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“Leona!” you tried to call the man’s attention, but he only turned away, his tail thumped heavily on the ground.
“No.” 
“But you need to get to class!” you protested, “don’t you have a super important thing today?” 
“Hngh... zzz...” 
“Hey! Don’t you dare fall asleep on me!” The lack of a response made your eye twitch. “Fine... if that’s what you’re gonna do--then I’ll have to resort to--” 
When there was a sudden silence, Leona smirked, the moment you approached him--he would drag you down to the ground with him, and quiet you down by--
That is until he felt your small, delicate hands dig underneath his back then legs and within a moment--he hissed in surprise, and you smirked in response--you carried him in your arms, bridal style. 
“-carrying you.” You snickered at him. “how do you like it, Leona?” 
You’ve never seen him so surprised. His eyes were wide, his pupils huge (’like a cat’s!’ you couldn’t help but inwardly squeal), his ears were flattened against his head, his tail was actually still--and from the little of it that you could see of it--it seemed like the fur was standing upright too. 
‘One day,’ you solemnly swore to yourself, ‘I’ll surprise him by, I dunno--bench pressing him with one hand so I can take a photo with the other hand.’  
Leona just stared at you, his mouth slightly agape. 
Sure, Afterglow Savanna was filled with incredibly strong women. However no one has ever attempted to carry Leona. Primarily because he wouldn’t let anyone--and also because his pride wouldn’t let him. He knew that women outside of Afterglow Savanna weren’t the same as the women within the kingdom. So he had figured you wouldn’t be able to carry him...
Give him a moment, his pride was just damaged, in the same moment you’ve suddenly become all the more attractive to him. 
‘In the culture of his kingdom, especially for the royal family--what made a great wife, is a strong woman. Here you were, proving just how perfect you were for him.’  He could feel the heat rise to his face upon that realization, and he struggled to calm his heart down--fervently hoping that nothing showed on his face.  
“Hello? Leona?” He was still super still in your arms, and you shrugged. “Ah well, since you aren’t resisting, this will be easier for me.” So you began to carry him out of the garden. At your sudden movement, he twitched in your arms, and tried to get off. Unfortunately for him, being able to lift a man of his height and weight also meant that you had a pretty strong grip.
“Nope.” you shook your head. “You wouldn’t get up earlier, so I’ll just carry you to class.” 
“Let me go He-” he paused, ‘Could he still call you herbivore, given you’ve proven you’re not a herbivore?’ 
At his sudden, uncharacteristic hesitance, you glanced down at him. Wow, he’s being really weird today. 
“Leona... are you okay?” He opened his mouth to respond, when his ears twitched, and he struggled harder in your arms. 
“He--[Name], put me down, right now.” he practically hissed. 
“What? No way! You’re clearly not enjoying this, therefore I am.” ‘Hah! Take that for all the heartbeats I wasted on you, you big tease!’ He growled in response, about to snap back when--
“Is that... Leona?” You blinked, head turned in the direction of the voice, while Leona slackened in your arms, and groaned. “with [Name] carrying him? Shishishi!” 
“Oh! Hi Ruggie~ Jack~ I’m off to bring your dorm leader to his class~” 
Ruggie was practically bent forward, as he both cried and laughed. Meanwhile Jack just stared at you with the widest eyes, and biggest open mouth you’ve seen on him.
“Hahahah! Leona--being carried like a bride! Wait I need a photo!” Ruggie snickered as he pulled out his phone.
“Oi! Ruggie! Don’t you dare--!”
“Oho, I see you’re a hyena of culture Ruggie! How do you want me to pose?”
“Well if you can just--” 
“You herbi-[Name]--don’t encourage him!” Leona yelled, clearly exasperated. At the corner of his eye, he noticed that Jack’s shoulders were shaking. The student had desperately covered his mouth--trying to hide his own laugh.
‘Great,’ he scowled. ‘they’ll never let me live this down.’  
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“You’re doing great Azul!” Jamil yelled, with a very wide, self-satisfied smirk on his face as the trembling octopus merman flew into the air on his broom. Azul would’ve shaken his fist at the snake if he wasn’t clinging onto the broom as hard as he was. ‘Is he that mad about the burn cure incident in our alchemy class?’ Azul thought, but the broom wobbled and his grip tightened on it in response.
“Unbelievable these land dwellers,” Azul cursed underneath his breath. “I just learnt how to walk on two legs last school year and now they want me to fly? They want a merman in the air? Absurd. Complete savages the lot of them.”
Now when it came to magic—the most important thing is being able to believe in your ability to do it. Be it believing in your ability to manipulate elements, or believing in your ability to conjure something out of thin air.
This applied to flying too.
Unfortunately for the octopus... he was so distracted as he cursed in the language of the seas—he forgot about the fact he was flying.
Hence his broom started to wobble.
He only realized the problem when his broom started to jerk around.
“Oh—“ he let out more curses in his native language and closed his eyes, “ok you can do this Azul. I believe I can fly! I believe I can fly—“
But he didn’t really so—his broom grew to be even crazier with his movements.
“Hey! Azul! Open your eyes! Calm down!” Jamil yelled out. Caught up in his own panic, Azul didn’t hear him. 
“I believe I can flyIbelieveIcanflyIbelieveIcanfly--” Azul chanted, but when he opened his eyes and saw how high he was-- 
“Ah carp, I’m gonNA DIE!” Azul shrieked, and shut his eyes tight--which led to him getting flung off his broom.
“Oh scarab.”  Jamil swore as he tried to run after the free falling octopus, only to stumble to a stop when he saw--
“Gotcha!” 
One moment he was free falling, then the next moment he’s caught, and pressed close to your chest. Azul’s eyes flew open in response to hearing your voice. You looked down at him with a wide smile.
You were carrying him--like a bride. Your hold was gentle, but firm--and the smile you sent him was tinted with worry--but it turned to amusement with the way he gaped at you. 
Azul’s eyes glistened, and you’re pretty sure he would start crying any second now if you didn’t immediately distract him. You didn’t want him to be sad after all. 
“You rang for a Princess Charming?~” you tossed in a wink, and he promptly turned red in response. 
“You--ga--wha--” Azul gaped at the fact you carried him in your arms with ease. 
“[Surname]!” you looked up to see that the rest of Azul’s second year class had ran up to you too. You easily hiked Azul up in your arms (which he yelped at), as you stood upright. Ashton Vargas looked at you with glitter in his eyes, and you took an involuntary step back at his expression.
“That! WAS! IMPRESSIVE!” Professor Vargas boomed, “That catch was magnificent! You barely stumbled! No recoil at all!” 
“I’m really strong.” You said with a shrug of your shoulders. “I never really had a problem with doing physical stuff. I just braced myself properly to catch Azul.” you held out your arms, where the octopus, still completely bewildered, lay--still slack from the shock. 
“Since when could you do that, [Surname]?”
“I always could...?” you shrugged your shoulders in response. “I just never needed to use it.” you laughed awkwardly. 
“Is Ashengrotto alright?” Vargas looked at the merman, and tried to look at his expression. 
“I think I should take him to the infirmary.” you said, “he’s still in shock.” 
“Right, right. You do that.” Vargas stroked his beard. “Carry on. I’ll have Viper update Ashengrotto if he misses out on anything.” Jamil flinched, and shot a guilty glance at Azul then at you. You shot him a smile, in response and mouthed that you’d tell Azul he was sorry. Jamil looked relieved. 
“Sure Professor.” with that you turned around, and relaxed your hold on Azul.
“...How’d you know?” 
“Hm?” 
“... That I didn’t want to be seen... like that.” 
“You mean crying?” You gave him a love filled smile that made his heart beat even faster. “Well the answer is simple. I am your girlfriend after all.” His face turned red again. 
“Thank you.” Azul sighed, “I feel like you saved me twice today.” 
“And I’ll keep saving you whenever you need me.” That gentle grin--full of your adoration for him is enough for his blush to darken.
“Please put me down.” 
“Oh no, I refuse.” you squeezed. “I think you’re cute in my arms~” 
“I want my octopus pot right now.” 
Extra:
“Oh my.” 
“Carp.” Azul swore, as he saw the Leech twins up ahead. Floyd let out a happy gasp, before he ran right over.
“Ooooh! I want to be carried too--!” 
“Wait Floyd--don’t just jump--AH!” 
“Oh my, my.” Jade snickered to himself as you easily caught Floyd, but started to stumble.
“Jade!” wailed Azul from underneath the laughing Floyd.
“Woah! Shrimpy strong!” 
“Don’t move too much! Ah! Wait! My balance--” 
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As you entered the Scarabia Dorms to visit Kalim, you noticed a commotion. More specifically--a bunch of animals going wild. You also quickly noticed Jamil off to the side, hissing out sharp commands. 
You ran up to him, and waited for him to acknowledge you. Which he does, easily enough.
“Ah, Prefect, you’re here.” he had a long suffering expression on his face, and you tilted your head.
“Someone forgot to lock up all the animals this morning so...” he sighed. “We’re trying to calm them down.” 
“Ah, I see.” you looked around, “any way I can help?” 
“You don’t have to, please sit with Kalim.” he gestured to an empty chair. Something in your stare must’ve been telling, because he visibly paled and went: 
“He... he’s not there.... is he?” he said in a very weak and pitiful tone. 
“No he’s not.” you said, as gently as possible. “Would you like me to help?” 
“Yes please.” 
“Alright.” you slammed your fist against your open palms. “He’s likely wherever it’s most difficult.” Jamil nodded, before he made a very deadpanned expression.
‘Ah.’ 
“... He’s with the elephants.” you both said in unison, and you both rushed off in the direction. 
--
You find him easy. 
There he was, in the middle of the path, faced away from the approaching elephants. 
“Jamil! [Name]!” he waved--WAVED! All cheeky too! While in the midst of danger. Jamil looked like he was having a heart attack, so you quickly darted to Kalim.
“Wait! [Name]!” you quickly scooped Kalim up into your arms, bridal style, before you tossed yourself as hard as you could out of the fray. You exhaled in relief, before you feel Kalim wrap his arms around your neck, to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.
“My hero!” he laughed, all jovial, as if he hadn’t nearly been in mortal danger.
“Kalim! That was dangerous!” 
“Yeah but we got out of it alright!” he said, as he waved his hand in a dismissive manner. “What’s more important is--! I didn’t realize how strong you were!” When he looked at you with those sparkly eyes, it was easy to falter, and forget about everything that could you upset. 
The adrenaline finally rushed out of you, and you crashed to your knees, after which you buried your head into the crook of his neck.
“[N-Name]?” his voice was confused, and even flustered. Any other time, you would be eager to see his expression, but for now--
“Please... be more careful next time.” 
“.... Uhn... I’m sorry! I’ll try not to make you worry so much!” Kalim pulled away from you to look at your face. “What kind of boyfriend will I be if I make you hurt like that, yeah?” 
You exhaled, relieved. “Yes, exactly.” 
You both share a smile, then soft giggles--before it turned into full blown laughter.
That is until--
“What do you think you were doing Kalim?” Jamil hissed, his expression dark.
“Oh--well, that is” Kalim sweated in response, and you attempted to melt into the background until Jamil’s dark gaze moved to you.
“And you as well--” he gritted his teeth, “running out like that--!” 
“Wait--why are you blaming me?” 
“You both nearly gave me a heart attack!” when he looked up, his eyes glowed with a sinister light.
“Oh no.” 
“...[Name]... save me.” 
“Already on it.” you hopped onto your feet, and darted off with Jamil hot on your heels. 
“Come back here you two!” 
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Now, normally when people were surrounding your ridiculously pretty boyfriend you were fine with it. He was a model after all. You didn’t really mind him interacting with his fans--you were perfectly fine with stepping out of the way, and giving them a few minutes to talk to Vil. 
You could relate.
After all, you didn’t call yourself Vil’s number one fan for nothing. 
You were lucky enough to be able to hoard Vil to yourself so much, so you were always willing to share ‘Vil the model’ with his fans.
‘It’s fine. I’m completely fine.’ you crossed your arms. You hoped your face wasn’t irritated, or upset. You understood how important fan interactions are but--
‘It’s our first date in awhile, and I really wanted to enjoy private time with Vil.’ you thought mournfully, as you eyed the gaggle of boys and girls who surrounded your Vil. 
If Vil was upset--it wasn’t visible on his face at all. In fact, as per usual, he enjoyed his time with his fans. (Which made you feel even worse.) He made sure to acknowledge each one of them, and looked them straight in the eye. It caused a lot of the fans to go red, and nearly faint (once more, absolutely relatable--those eyes? With those lashes? Up close? Even you had difficulty breathing with him that close.) 
You looked at the time, only to inhale sharply at the fact he’s been at it for at least an hour. Plus--based on the way the crowd around him only grew, you two would never get to finish your date.
‘Alright, I’m sorry,’ you thought, ‘but I’m going to have to get in the way.’ 
When Vil looked up to search for you outside the crowd, he couldn’t see you. He mentally frowned. He was grateful that you were always willing to adjust to his fans, but at times--he wouldn’t mind if you were a little bit more selfish with him.
He had given you himself--he as Vil Schoenheit. The world--his fans--they might have Vil Schoenheit as the influencer and model--but you had him, for himself. The Vil with no make up in the morning, the Vil who would cheat his diet for some sweets, the Vil who wasn’t as put together as the world saw. You saw all his flaws--the imperfections, the things he found ugly--yet you held him, told him he was your world despite that. 
That was something.
No, it is something.
He hoped you knew, that no matter what, that made you so irreplaceable... so important to him. 
After all, beyond his prowess as a poisoner, beyond his fame as a model--who would stand by him when that was all gone? 
He hoped it was you. 
“Sorry everyone, but I’ll have to steal my boyfriend away now.” 
He turned to you, surprised but excited that you were going to steal him away.
‘Now how would you do that, sweet potato?’ 
He saw you bend down, then quite literally--sweep him off his feet. He’s surprised--and his first reaction is to wrap his arms around your neck. You ignored the gasp of fans, as you quickly run off without a single misstep. 
“I finally have you, my ah... damsel in distress?” you quirked your brow, not sure if you said it right. Vil only laughed and pressed his lips against your cheek. When he pulls back, there’s a very obvious lipstick mark on your cheek. 
“You finally saved me, my Princess Charming.” he said, and you blinked down at him. 
“I was just... selfish.” 
Oh! And how much did that warm his heart--to know how much you wanted to dominate his time, as much as he did.
“You can always be selfish with me.” He told you quietly, with a gentle smile. 
“I mean--are you sure?” 
“Of course! I am your boyfriend after all!” He cocked his head to the side, “now, you didn’t tell me you were strong enough to carry me around.” 
“It never came up?” 
“Then, I’ll rely on you to save me more--alright?” 
You stared into his eyes--honest, and loving, coupled with how genuinely enchanting Vil was well--you broke away first with a faint blush on your cheeks.
“... Of course...”  
EXTRA: 
“How cute...” Rook purred. 
“Aside from how weird it is that we’re following them on their date...” Epel paused. “I wonder if [Name] would tell me how she got so strong?” 
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You burst into Idia’s room, frantic and worried after receiving a text from Ortho, about his brother collapsing.
“[Name]!” Ortho called out relieved, as he pointed out Idia--slumped onto the ground, groaning.
“What happened Ortho?” you frowned, as you knelt, and carefully turned your boyfriend onto his back.
“He just suddenly collapsed, and I don’t know why.” Ortho fretted, you leant forward and pressed your forehead against his, only for you to reel back quickly in surprise.
“I think he’s running a fever.” you frowned, “we’ll have to take him to the infirmary.” 
“But how?” 
“I’ll carry him, of course.” Ortho’s mouth dropped in surprise when you easily scooped up his brother. With Idia’s long hair trailing to the ground and limp body, it did look like you had just finished saving a princess. 
“Woah! [Name] you look so cool!” Ortho stared up at you with shining eyes, and you giggled in response.
“Thanks Ortho. Now go run ahead and tell the nurse I’m bringing your irresponsible brother to the office, alright?” 
“Mhm!” 
--
On the walk there, Idia stirred in your arms.
“Oh, are you finally awake?” you teased, at which his eyes widened and he immediately froze in your arms.
“[Name]?” he squeaked out, then frantically looked around before he met your gaze again. “Wait--are you carrying me?” 
“To the nurse’s office, yes” you said, amused. 
“Please put me down!” 
“Absolutely not, after all--you made Ortho and I worry a lot!” you huffed at him, “so suffer in the arms of your girlfriend a little longer!” 
“Everyone is staring!” he whimpered. 
“Well if a certain someone didn’t forget to take care of themselves while they got into the new dlc for Gao Gao Shield and Sword...” Idia whined in response.
“I needed to complete the GaoDex before anyone else! I was one Gao Gao away from completing it, before this upstart mystery player LilV actually managed to beat me--” he buried his face in his palms. “I was so close...” 
“There there.” you tried to rub his back as best as you could. “Isn’t there another dlc still coming out later this year?” He brightened up at that.
“That’s right, I’ll start training my resistance to hunger and--” he winced at the glare you shoot at him.
“If you’re going to do it, do it in a healthy manner Idia.” you frowned, “if not for me--then for Ortho.” 
He paused, as he lowered the hands covering his face to stare at your face. You were genuinely worried for his sake, and he thought: ‘oh no, this is like picking the wrong choice in Water Crest: Seven Dorms and my support level is going down!’ he inwardly panicked, ‘I worked pretty hard to grind to level S! Of course I need to maintain it because I--’ he felt his face flush red. ‘because I really like [Name]... and I don’t want her to worry so--’ 
“I’ll... I’ll be more careful.” he looked away, bashful, and you stared at him--surprised. You didn’t think it would be easy--he loved gaming. You wouldn’t want him to change--only to take care of himself more. 
So now that he was saying this then--
‘I’ll meet him halfway.’ you decided.
“Next time I’ll stay with you.” you said, with a sweet smile. “so if you get caught up in it, I’ll get you back on track.”
“Are you sure? You might get bored?” 
“Now why would I get bored?” you shoot him a sly smile, “I’m spending time with my boyfriend after all~” 
“...” 
“Ah! Idia you’re heating up!” 
“That’s because--! Ughh--! I didn’t realize there was an SS support conversation!” 
“A what?” 
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“So are your horns heavy?” 
Malleus cocked his head at your sudden question.
“I’m... confused... with this question, bright light.” 
“Eh...” you move your hands around as you spoke, “I don’t know, I guess I was just curious if your horns... like maybe had a certain weight to them? Like... does your neck hurt?” you tilted your head. “Like... does it feel like when you’re holding a staff? Maybe?” You paused as you looked back at the dark fae.
“Sorry, was that a weird question? Is it... intrusive? Or something?” 
“No it is not.” he shook his head gently. “I suppose I can not really tell. I have had my horns all my life so I can not say if they are light or heavy.” 
“Could I try--like seeing if they’re heavy?” He quirked his brow in response.
“You can try,” he paused, “but how exactly will you do that, bright light?” 
“Like this.” With barely a blink, you gestured for him to crouch lower. He did so--confused. When you suddenly picked Malleus up into your arms, you do so with such a smoothness that he froze. 
“Huh, your horns are slightly heavy I think.” You adjusted him in your arms, you definitely felt a difference in weight closer to the side where his horns were. “Tsunotarou? Bright eyes? Two hundred and two centimeters? Malmal? Are you okay?” 
(You were unaware of Sebek behind you, who had attempted to rush out to save his young lord. Lilia pulled him back with one hand, his other hand covered his guffaw. On his other side, Silver was very awake--also surprised that a human girl was able to just sweep the young lord into you arms with barely a flinch or stagger.)
You squinted at him, only to realize his pupils were wide--wider than you’ve ever seen before. His lips were parted slightly, as he stared at you. He looked absolutely stunned. 
“Um? Are you okay--” 
“Heh...” Malleus raised a hand to his lips, before he started laughing out loud.
“Woah Malmal, you look sort of... crazy.” 
“Heheh... Hahahah!” Malleus laughed, “Interesting! So very fascinating, my bright light.” 
“Uh?” 
“To think you would have the gall to lift the Heir to the Valley of Thorns--to think you had the strength to do so--will you ever stop being so intriguing, my bright light?” 
“I’ll try not too?” you replied, in a confused tone, and Malleus continued to chuckle lightly in your arms. His eyes became gentle at your response. 
‘I keep wondering why I find you so fascinating...’ he mused, ‘but it is truly simple--you are not afraid to treat me as... myself I suppose. You did not see me as Heir of the Valley of Thrones--you saw me as a man with horns-- a man with bright eyes--’  
‘You do not treat me as delicate... but at the same time, you do not treat me as something to be feared.’ 
‘You are like a light... a light with the potential to burn away all the darkness...’ he held your confused gaze, ‘will you do it? Bright light? Will you persevere in this world not yours--and show it how bright you can be?’ 
‘Whether you do or not--you are perhaps, the only one, the first one I can consider a friend--an equal.’ 
“You look really deep in thought, bright eyes.” You said, and he hummed. 
“It is nothing.” When you moved to let him down, Malleus’s arms looped its way around your neck. 
“Ah?” 
“I would like to stay in your arms for a little longer, bright light.” He met your gaze, and you blushed at the intensity in those eyes. “Would you indulge me?” 
“--That is... of course, Tsunotaro.” His smile widened, and your heart melted at how genuinely happy it was. To think he used to gaze at the world with such sadness...
If little things like this was enough to make him happy, then you want to do it more often. 
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Ai’s Glossary For TWST Swear Words *I primarily came up with this because I don’t think swear words are the same in different worlds--? So I decided I should just come up with them.  (✧≖‿ゝ≖) 
- “Oh my Queen” / “Sweet Witch” / “Dear Sorcerer” ... you get the drill   - basically equivalent to our “oh my god”, “sweet lord”, “dear god”
- “Oh carp” - unique to the Octavinelle dorm. It’s basically “oh crap” or “oh shit.” Variation include “holy carp.” 
- “Oh scarab” - unique to the Scarabia dorm. Perhaps specifically unique to Jamil too. It’s the same as above, except he uses scarab instead of carp. 
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For the ask game! What are your favourite and least favourite tropes in fiction (any form)?
hello!! what a lovely ask! sorry I’m on mobile and cannot properly format bullet points (mobile tumblr💀) but here we go…
favorite:
- childhood best friends to college/university age or to adult life. and yes I’m a sucker for “we both date other people and accidentally make each other miserable before figuring it out”… there’s just something about the resolution that’s 🥰
- royalty/kingdom pairings! yes, I’m a sucker, I’ll own that
- “the universe is against us but I’ll fight for you anyway” romances. (*cough* tenrose, fitzsimmons… I’m looking at you)
- care through actions and not words. not sure if this is a trope (maybe “sacrifice” types of actions but think more general) though this might also just be a side effect of not having many canon ships 😬😂
- fix-its/reunions in fanfics. please heal my canon pain
honestly I’m probably forgetting a bunch and there are also tropes I just generically enjoy (fake dating, soulmates, overprotectiveness, etc) but those are probably the top ones.
least favorite:
- I don’t know if there’s a word for this but “the main character is a big liar” stresses me the hell out. think like “Dear Evan Hansen” levels of lying (great musical but my anxiety was skyrocketing 😭). sometimes I’m able to continue, sometimes I can’t, idk
- multi-ship fics (I see this less in other media) using the same character; so using DW as an example a fic tagged doctor/rose and also doctor/r*ver and doctor/cl*ra is a nope from me (even if incarnations are different). I just…. No. also not super comfortable with “I dated your sibling/best friend/etc before you or when I thought you were dead or whatever it might be” styles of plots
- very death/violence heavy content without reason. like if it’s advancing your plot or character developments I’ll live with it but if it’s just like “haha I wanted to make you sad for my own amusement” then I’m angry
[ I genuinely feel like I answered this wrong but I’m gonna hit post before I accidentally delete it for the third time 😂 will update it if I think of something else though! ]
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Missed Connections (Christmas Wrapping)
Day 10 of the 12 days of Christmas prompts orchestrated by @zelink-prompts
Incarnation: Breath of the Wild pre-Calamity
Link was invited as a guest to the Hylia’s Day ball and honestly, he didn’t know how to act, how to not be on guard, how to walk without the weight of the Master Sword. When the King of Hyrule invited him to relax the night away, he likely considered that the prospect of relaxing was even more stressful for the knight with the sword that seals the darkness.
He would only admit it to himself, but Link actually liked being the knight attendant to Princess Zelda. Mostly, he kept it secret because his charge was the complete opposite, absolutely hating his assignment to her. Link also feared that being honest with her about enjoying her company would lead to accidentally being honest with her about his growing feelings for the princess. Link was thus glad that he had adapted such a habit of being stoic all the time, of course borne out of always being expected to be the perfect hero.
Sometimes, he wished he could be himself.
“Master Link,” he heard a servant say near him, Link immediately turning his head and taking a step. “You inquired after Princess Zelda.”
“Yes,” Link said. “Where is she?”
“She has fallen ill in her chambers,” the servant said. “I assure you she is well-guarded but she will not be attending the Hylia’s Day festivities tonight.”
“I see,” Link said with a nod. “Thank you.”
Link’s gaze was distant as he stood in the crowded ballroom, thinking upon his next actions with what looked to everyone else like an expression with no emotion.
He looked out at the ballroom again, all these people he felt more and more alienated from. Somehow, he felt more at home with the person who regarded him with barely a glance.
Link summoned his courage and made his way through the crowds, trying not to bump shoulders but inevitably doing so as he reached the large doors.
The hallway was refreshingly empty of ballroom guests, Link feeling as though he could finally breathe, although his royal guard uniform he wore for special occasions such as this still restricted his freedom horribly.
Link had memorized his way to Zelda’s chambers by now, it, after all, being part of his job. In fact, before he knew it he was standing in front of her closed doors with a closed fist ready to knock.
He hesitated, stopping in his tracks to consider simply letting her rest. After all, igniting her anger towards him didn’t seem the neighborly thing to do. Even though he meant to help, he was likely the last person in Hyrule she wanted to be consoled by.
But then again, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that she felt as unbearably alone as he did. Perhaps she didn’t suspect yet as he did that they were each other’s cure.
So, perhaps a bit impulsively and with a great amount of fear in his heart, he took a deep breath and knocked on her door thrice.
“Your Highness?” He asked. “Are you all right?”
There was a bout of silence where Link thought of turning himself back around, surrendering this waging battle. Perhaps she was ignoring him.
“Yes,” he finally heard, her voice softer and more angelic than he’d ever heard. “Yes I am. Are you one of my father’s men? Has he sent you to come check up on me?”
It suddenly occurred to Link that Zelda had never before heard him speak. Although cordiality towards him wasn’t something he should have gotten used to, he couldn’t help not correcting her error. Talking to her without the odd rift between them seemed the best Hylia’s Day present of them all.
“No, I…” Link responded, only imagining how angry she would be if she learned he had tricked her in the way he was about to. “Well, technically I am, but I heard you were sick and came to check up on you.”
Zelda took a pause, Link not knowing that she had graced a smile.
“That is very sweet,” she said. “Only, I…I wouldn’t call myself presentable enough to be seen by just any other soldier. I hope you don’t mind.”
Link breathed a sigh of relief knowing the doors wouldn’t open, that the charade of peace would be kept up longer. But at he same time, he stood at the door on edge, watching everything he said. She just wanted her to not feel lonely, even if just for a few moments. 
“No,” he said. “I don’t mind. Are you feeling better?”
“Not really,” Zelda replied. “Actually if I’m being honest, it’s only small headache. Really, I…I just didn’t feel like celebrating.”
“Why not?” Link asked.
Zelda laughed at the question but she didn’t seem amused in the slightest. Link’s blue eyes melted with concern
“Oh, I get it, now,” she said. “You were dared to come up here. ‘See what the Princess thinks of her inadequacy,’ how ver—“
“No!” Link insisted quickly. “No! I don’t think of you as inadequate at all! I think you’re under a lot of pressure and…and I understand you not wanting to be in that ballroom tonight.”
Link felt a great sense of relief at finally being able to get those words out and into her ears. He worried in the following silence that he had spilled it out too abruptly.
 “I don’t think anyone could ever truly understand having the kingdom’s weight on your shoulders,” Zelda said quietly, Link mouthing “really” and laughing inaudibly. “But, then again, I don’t think anyone has tried to understand my hardships, not even my father.”
Link slid down the closed door before sitting with his back pressed up against it, his head leaning against it. He hated that she needed him and yet refused to acknowledge his existence and yet he loved talking to her so openly.
“Isn’t there supposed to be a guard here?” Link asked, finally noticing the absence of one.
“New orders from the King,” Zelda explained, before almost saying mockingly, “Her Highness is to be protected from the inside of her chambers. I didn’t think it applied as an at all times thing but of course it does. There are guards in here as I speak”
“But it isn’t at all times,” Link said a bit more forcefully before panicking, realizing that some random knight wouldn’t know her schedule so well. “I…I mean you’re obviously not always in your chambers. Don’t you have a knight attendant?”
“Oh,” Zelda said. Link could hear hear spite loud and clear. “Right.”
Link felt something in his chest, something sour and bitter. Not only had he reminded her of his existence, but the way she talked when thinking about him was so hopelessly cold. He didn’t know what to do to convince her he was on her side, thus resolving to take advantage of this opportunity.
“Are you still here?” Zelda asked.
“Yeah,” Link replied cautiously. “I can leave, if you want.”
“No,” she replied. “That’s all right.”
A silence fell between them. Somehow, Link didn’t know how, but somehow that was okay. It was a comfortable silence.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” She asked, soon correcting herself. “I mean, I know you are a knight but originally…your voice. I’d guess somewhere to the south, the Necluda region.”
“Yeah…yeah I am.” Link said, turning his head to his shoulder and smiling. “You’re smart.”
“It only goes so far,” she said with a reclaimed sadness that sank Link’s heart.
“Your Highness, I…” Link started. “Can…can I be honest with you?”
“Sure,” Zelda said, Link able to hear her smile. Perhaps after such a civil conversation, him revealing his identity would work to his advantage.
“I…” he said nervously. “I want…I want to be a comfort to you. In these times of great stress…I feel like no one cares about the people they are placing their stress upon. I feel like you may need someone like me and that…that…th-that I might need you too.”
“Why would you need me?” Zelda asked calmly. “I don’t understand.”
“Because…” Link tried. He was more nervous than he thought he would be, his pulse racing and his heart running in circles that were too fast for him to keep up with. He took a breath in, closing his eyes.
“Because I’m Link,” he blurted out loudly, expelling the truth onto her and immediately thinking of a million different ways he could have said it better.
The doors swung open immediately, revealing a Princess that Link gazed upon as he stood up slowly, her elegance ethereal and her anger restrained.
She wore a white nightgown that exposed her shoulders and her ankles, that was a light fabric that floated with the incoming breeze of the near window.
And yet her furrowed brow and the ignited fury in her green eyes seemed to contradict her beauty as she glared at Link, frozen in fear and yet standing his ground.
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nyaheum · 3 years
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My yearly list of Eurovision songs after the first impression (I mean, for like, half of them. I heard snippets of some songs.). Judged on music videos, because...if I only listen to the songs on Spotify, my eyes get bored. :’)
(oh, and don’t talk to me about iceland’s placement, I know this might be unpopular)
X. Belarus
Fuck Belarus, all my homies hate Belarus. Not even going to grace them with a rating.
Norway (TIX – Fallen Angel)
...no. :( And it’s not even because Keiino didn’t win, I just wholeheartetly hate this song. And I’m kinda sorry to TIX, because he seems like a cool dude and his stage outfit is absolutely hilarious, but oh my god do I hate this song with an absolute burning passion.
Poland (RAFAL – The Ride)
eye emoji mouth emoji eye emoji – well, this is a non-qualifier if I’ve ever seen one. Can we just...skip this?
Belgium (Hooverphonic – The Wrong Place)
Nap time! This song annoys me. I cannot explain it, but it gives me a headache and my whole body is revolting against this song. I am not kidding. Objectively, I don’t even hate it, but there’s just something about it...that makes me go...hnghgng…
North Macedonia (Vasil – Here I Stand)
eye emoji mouth emoji eye emoji ver. 2 – I am not trying to sound mean, but does North Macedonia do any music that is not dramatic power ballads? I’m serious. (And I don’t like it, sorry. :((...except for the high notes, I like them. When he can hit them live.)
Estonia (Uku Suviste – The Lucky One)
This (the music video)...is soft porn. I am slightly scared of Uku. I don’t know why. But, uh...this is better than last year’s song? Still, it wouldn’t qualify under my watch, whoops.
Georgia (Tornike Kipiani – You)
He stopped yelling angrily at the microphone. :((( Nah, but this isn’t my thing. It’s great that they are doing their own thing, it’s just not really my thing...it also reminds me of a song I know, damn.
Austria (Vincent Bueno - Amen)
He looks like a german youtuber. I don’t know hich one, but he looks like one. I also canot tell if he’s 18 or 38, lol. (For some reason he also reminds me of Alex Albon, which is even weirder.)...oh, uh, the song? Idk, I don’t care for I. It’s fine.
Spain (Blas Cantó – Voy A Querdarme)
Confession: I’m probably the only person who actually doesn’t like the sound of Spanish all that much. Whoops. Apart from that though, I’m not the biggest fan of this song. Can’t really say more about that. Meh.
The Netherlands (Jeangu Macrooy – Birth Of A New Age)
Listen: I really like the tone of this voice. It’s great. I am not a fan of the song. There’s something just very off about the loud percussions (?) in the background that make me go absolutely crazy when listening to this. My sensory-overload-prone ears hate it, and I’m sorry...the part before the last chorus on the other hand I love. The whole song could have sounded like that and I would have loved it. (...and I can’t unhear “You are my broccoli – You know my broccoli!” ;-;)
Azerbaijan (Efendi – Mata Hari) Whenever I see Efendi, my brain still goes “Cleopatrrrrra!”, oof. This song sounds like a song I know. Which...is super unprecice, but I genuinely don’t know which one. I do like that they kept the weird pre-chorus thing from Cleopatra (and reference the song later on), but I must say that I liked Cleopatra more...but it’s a party song, so I think it will be fun on stage!
Romania (ROXEN - Amnesia)
I didn’t like her song last year, I don’t enjoy this all too much and I’m kinda sorry but also...I don’t want to apologize for my taste in music, lmao. I want her hair though. Give me her hair.
Denkmark (Fyr & Flamme – Ove Os Pa Hinanden)
Ring ding ding, native language bonus. This is also way more fun than I thought it would be, hah. VERY retro, but I don’t hate that? :D (this and sweden really aren’t any different in terms of how much I like them)
Portugal (The Black Mama – Love Is On My Side)
I can appreciate this. I just wish it was in Portuguese, honestly. I don’t really know if I like the English for this song. That being said, I don’t know if you can make these very specific tones (you know what I mean) in portuguese without it sounding super off, so…
Ireland (Lesley Roy – Maps)
Okay, you do you Ireland. :D
Israel (Eden Alene – Set Me Free)
This exists. :D
Cyprus (Elena Tsagrinou – El Diablo)
Cyprus came to party, and I can’t be mad at that. I just don’t know why everybody in the YouTube comments loves this SO MUCH that they are sure that it will win if it gets the jury votes. I don’t think it’s as good as Fuego or She Got Me were, but maybe I just have no taste in party music. I don’t party. (Only if you got a 2000s playlist and some iced tea.)
France (Barbara Pravi – Voilà)
FRANCE sending a BALLAD? In MY Eurovision? It’s more likely than you think. It’s good, objectively. Personally, I don’t really care for it all that much and feel like I already know it.
United Kingdom (Embers – James Newman)
A good, modern song? In my british eurovision song? What happened on the Isles over quarantine? Are you guys okay? Did you find yourself? Have you taken your last breath (breath!) and looked at your past results? I’m impressed enough to put this relatively high, wow.
Serbia (Hurricane – LOCO LOCO)
*adore delano voice* party! Oh, and native language bonus...for a party song! I’m...impressed, actually. I cannot decide wheter I prefer this or Hasta La Vista, but I think it’s this one? The flows smoother, if that means literally anything.
Bulgaria (VICTORIA – Growing Up Is Getting Old)
*shrugs* I think a lot of people will like this. And I get that. I think I even understand it...yeah. I didn’t like her song last year either. It’s just personal preference, I think. I just want to have fun during Eurovision, hah.
Finland (Blind Channel – Dark Side)
Finland: FUCK YOU!!! Germany: Fuck you. <3
That’s all I’ll say, we know how the Finnish are, this is not surprising, lmao. (And I’m one of those children that grew up on Rammstein, so I legally cannot dislike this.)
Croatia (Albina - Tick-Tock)
Tick-tock, can you hear me go tick-tock? My heart is like a clock, I'm steady like a rock-...oh wait, wrong tick-tock! Still, really enjoy this song’s chorus – I actually enjoy it so much that it makes up for the utter loss of interest I experience once it’s over, chrm.
Sweden (Tusse – Voices)
I mean...let’s be honest, it’s a generic swedish pop song. It sounds like every other Swedish entry, and I think that bothers me. I know, that sounds kind of...weird, looking at my choices higher up in the list, but...meh. I think this will easily qualify for the Final and place high, and I am totally okay with that. It’s just not...what I wanted, I guess? :D (and i’m sorry but as a german-speaker I cannot get over the name “tusse”) (oh, and tusse seems to be super cool)
Albania (Anxhela Peristeri - Karma)
Oh, we’re going to war in 130 A.D.? Fine, let me just pack my spear and- oh, Albania has already sent a singer? Ah, well, might as well give up and just vibe.
Czech Republic (Benny Cristo - omaga)
This sounds fun. Not a winner or anything, but fun. I’ll probably still be on Twitter when he’s performing, whoops.
Slovenia (Ana Sklic - Amen)
Wait, there’s TWO songs called Amen? And why do I actually kinda like this? Oh well, might as well just accept it. (Her voice though...mhmmhmhm…yes please)
Iceland (Dadi og Gagnamagnid – 10 Years)
We just vibin’. I liked Think About Things more, but I’m very much biased here...because I’ve known that song for a year now. But this is still very good, and very on brand. (And I understand like...half of the lyrics, but I am okay with that.)
Australia (Montaigne - Technicolour)
not australia flexing at all of europe that they can hold big gatherings! D: oh, but I like this way more than last years song. I feel like Montaigne can show her GREAT voice way better in this song. (Even though her outfit and the sound of the song reminds me of the UK song that had...a dude run on the stage. I can’t think of the word for it right now.)
Malta (Destiny – Je Me Casse)
Destiny’s voice is just….wow. This is very different than All My Love, but it’s fun. The topic of the lyrics kinda remind me of Toy, and I like that…..I don’t really like the music video (especially the dancers in the colorful dresses? idk), but I’ll just ignore that.
Germany (I Don’t Feel Hate - Germany)
Confession time: I actually actively enjoy this song. Everybod is shitting on it, but it’s FUN and it has a good message, and Jendrik seems like the nicest dude ever and...it doesn’t deserve all the hate it’s getting? It’s completely self-produced and just fun. Stop being mean. :(
(...also someone on youtube said “pewdiepie” and I can’t unsee that now so fuck you >:((...no, no I don’t feel hate, just rethink your life choices)
Moldova (Natalia Gordienko - SUGAR)
What in the “Eis.de ist in der Kiste” is this music video? And I thought I would absolutely hate this song, but I actually don’t mind it all that much. It’s actually fun. Oh no, I’m splipping, someone catch me, aaaaaahhhhh….(and that poor cake dude. Is this song about cannibalism? Does she want to eat him?)
San Marino (Senhit – Adrenalina)
Catch me hum the chorus of this song at least once a day...but honestly, without any malicious intent: what the actual FUCK san marino? This is so much better than Freaky, and even though I do not believe for one second that this will win, the simple outragiousness of bringing Flo Rida to Eurovision deserves attention. (Bringing someone like Flo Rida to ESC sounds more like Scandinavia/Bulgaria, doesn’t it?)
Russia (Manizha – Russian Woman)
Not gonna lie, I miss Little Big, but at least they are sending something that’s at least as weird. I love that. Russian Rap is cool as fuck anyway, so I’m fully here for this...but I’m glas this song doesn’t have a music video, this just has to be a live performance. (Oh, and another strong woman!)
Ukraine (Go_A – SHUM)
I’m SO glad Go_A are back. But, let me be completely honest: I know why they had to change the lyrics, but I still liked the first version better. BUT I feel like the new one will grow and me and it will climb one or two places, because the Instrumental just slaps SO HARD. (Makes me feel like putting on a Cybergoth outfit and start dancing at a German industrial park, lmao.)
Latvia (Samanta Tina – The Moon Is Rising)
Does this count as my guilty pleasure this year? I loved her song last year, and this sounds similar, so...I like this too. It sounds modern as fuck (well, for Europe, you know) and I can definitely...”vibe” with that. I genuinely really enjoy this, and I don’t know why. (Even though I prefer last years drop.) A lot of “strong, independent women”-songs this year, and I’m not complaining.
Switzerland (Gjon’s Tears – Tout l’Univers)
Just so we’re clear, this and Italy share the exact same spot. I just cannot compare them at all. Gjon’s voice just takes me hostage throughout this whole song and won’t let me go. And everything that isn’t english/is in the countries offical language immediately gets plus points from me. As if this song needed them anyway.
Lithuania (The Roop – Discoteque)
Aaaaaand...dance break! Good, I just love them so much, it’s not even funny anymore. And I’ve been singing this song randomly since it came out. I can’t stop. It has burned itself into my brain. Let’s dis-co-teque right at my home! *waves arms around with no sign of coordination*
(and does anyone else feel like he’s serhat, just with a different alignment? Like, they are both chaotic, but serhat is chaotic neutral and he’s either chaotic good or chaotic bad, it really depends on the way he looks at the camera)
Italy (Maneskin – Zitti E Buoni)
Italy delivers, as they do every year. Not only do I really like this song (it is very much my genre), THIS is an aesthetic I can get behind! Knowing Eurovision, I doubt it will win, but damn if it won’t be super fun! (I am so glad this won Sanremo, hah.)
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Can we get a fluff with Vil and Riddle in the villain au?
Villainess au Side story: the villain in my heart feat: Riddle genre: fluff note: follows the villain/ess series Riddle ver. but can be read independently, no pronouns were used, roughly 1.5k word count
Vil's part will be in a separate post because I didn't want the post to get too long (typical me)
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“He’s busy again?” 
Cater had a hard time keeping his smile as he watched your mood damper over his answer. He doesn't want to be the bearer of bad news but what was he to do? You have been asking for Riddle but the monarch has buried himself in his work since the proposal of an alliance with a neighboring kingdom. “I’m afraid so, your highness” 
You let out a sigh as your mind wandered to the last time you had the chance to be your husband. As competent as Riddle was, you worried that he may soon suffer from overwork should he keep his schedule the way it is. 
“I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen him take a break” you lamented on your Riddle’s bad working habits. “His temper is not the best when he’s gets too stressed” 
“It’s not exactly the greatest to begin with, though” Cater muttered a joke under his breath but made sure no one heard, lest he wants to be “off with his head”. 
To his luck, you didn’t hear (or perhaps just ignored) his quip and instead decided on a plan for Riddle’s sake. 
“I will get him away from his work for a break” you looked straight into the red-haired advisor with conviction in your eyes and a mischievous smile on your lips “and you’re helping me” 
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Riddle was ever diligent in his work, efficiently breezing through his paperwork with appropriate time to go over his preparations for the appointment later with the noble heads. Trey stayed by the redhead’s side, poised and alert to Riddle’s needs and commands. Nothing was out of place and were in order, to Riddle’s satisfaction. 
But during his less hectic tasks, he finds himself wondering how you were doing and where you might be while he was kept away from you since the influx of work on him. He denies the need for your constant company since he is not a child (of course not) but he misses the earlier days where he had more moments with you other than meal times and the nightly routine of wishing each other goodnight, something you insisted and he was later grateful for. 
A series of knocks rang through the room and Cater’s voice was heard behind the door. With Riddle’s permission, the red-haired aid entered with a letter in hand. Riddle raised his brows curiously and motioned to the letter. 
“Who’s letter is that?” Most of his urgent letters were delivered early today and unlike those letters, this new one was much simpler without so much as a wax seal. “It’s poorly made without even a seal of identification on it.” 
“It is from your partner your highness, King Riddle” 
“Hand it over” 
As soon as Cater reached out his hand, Riddle snatched the letter from his grasp before slowly unraveling the letter as though he feared he would tear it. To avoid his wrath, Trey and Cater stifled their laughter with all their might. 
Hello Riddy, 
Do you remember days like this? Where we would exchange letters during our time apart to keep each other company. I cherish those moments but I’m happy to be with you again in the kingdom. 
How unfair of you to stir Riddle’s feelings like this through mere written words. Riddle can feel his heart flutter at the thought of you and how you enjoyed writing letters together with him. He held every letter you wrote to him and was even kept away safely in the family’s treasury room, even your last letter which haunted him when you announced your initial plans to escape the kingdom. 
But I’m a little upset that my dear friend and husband has been working all these days and I haven't been able to even have a glimpse of him aside from our shared meals and the dead of night. So, I prepared a challenge to the great Riddle Rosehearts as retribution. There are clues scattered around the palace and you must follow them to find me before your meeting with the ducal family. 
Riddle checked his pocket watch and saw that there was roughly 30 minutes before his guests were to arrive. That seems to be enough time for some people but for Riddle who rarely sees his beloved, that’s hardly the case. 
”Cater, tell me where my beloved is right now” he commanded but said man kept his mouth shut, to Riddle’s shock. 
“Um…King Riddle, have you read the entirety of the letter?” 
In his impatience, Riddle missed the last contents of the letter which he then read, 
If you command Cater or anyone else to tell you where I am, I will refuse to speak or look at you for the entire day and night, which includes our nightly goodnight wishes. 
Your first clue is …. 
Riddle left his study room and proceeded to breeze through the clues you’ve left behind which should lead to you. Your first clue brought him to the imperial library, specifically to an aisle towards the corner of the large room where the two of you first hid together when Riddle played hide-and-seek together with Chen’ya and Trey. The second clue he found brought him to the stable where a letter was placed atop of the box of apples which is the preferred treat of Riddle’s favourite horse, who whined happily seeing Riddle after so long. The next clue led him to the main kitchen where the kitchen head had just brewed his preferred tea blend at the request of his partner. 
Each new clue gave Riddle a new burst of energy which fueled his steps as he got closer and closer to the end of adventure. The last clue implied that his last stop was in the palace garden, at the gazebo in the heart of the maze. As he got closer, he could hear your voice and soon his feet quickened his pace and he saw you at the gazebo as he predicted. 
Though he didn’t think he would come face to face with a distressed look of your face which appeared when your eyes caught his. 
“Riddle? You’re already here?!” You panicked as you stumbled with arranging the tableware on the table before giving up with a sigh “What an absolute failure” 
Riddle looked at the contents on the table and saw what you were attempting to hide. A plate of strawberry tarts but the edges had broken off and the tart looked to be breaking apart, barely in one piece. It was an unusual site as the patissiers of the palace were handpicked by Trey from his family’s business for their talents. Such a mess would not be their handiwork. 
“I wanted to surprise you by baking your favorite tarts but it started crumbling and the filling was leaking out” you groaned at the sight of your baking disaster. “I’m sorry for how disappointing it must be” 
You feared the redhead’s reaction to your failure but instead, you were surprised by the sudden embrace you found yourself in as Riddle wrapped his arms around you, with him resting his head on your shoulder. It wasn’t as though you don’t share hugs like this but it was rare for Riddle to initiate them, especially one so close and tight. Regardless, you were quick to reciprocate by encasing Riddle in your arms as well. 
Riddle couldn’t help himself. You chose your clues based on your time with him. Riddle’s heart was set ablaze at the thought that you not only remembered your cherished past with him but also kept his current interests and preferences in mind. In under 30 minutes, you managed to give him more love and attention than he had in such a long time. 
“I’m unbelievably happy” he whispered softly into your shoulder, but you heard him which brought a smile of your own. “Thank you, truly” 
“I’m glad” you replied but even if Riddle was pleased, you weren’t satisfied with how this adventure ended so you adjusted your position to force Riddle to face you. “But I still want to give you something before your appointment. Is there anything else you might want?” 
Riddle looked to be in thought as he looked into your eyes. You guessed that he was taking great consideration which on one hand made you happy he’s taking this seriously but at the same time you felt a little nervous. Then Riddle spoke. 
“I would like…to ask for forgiveness” 
Before you could question him, Riddle proceeded with his plan. Carefully, he placed a hand on your cheek guiding before leaning in to place a light touch on your lips with his. The young King’s cheeks were burning red but you were no better as you could feel the scorching heat building in your body, your face must be hot to the touch under Riddle’s palm. 
Riddle continued his bold actions by adding pressure into the kiss, his mouth fully closed on yours as he subtly brought you closer by your waist. He was not usually such a daring man but your letters and your sadness over something as trivial as disappointing him drove him to capture your lips in an impulsive act of affection. 
You bring silliness to his orderly world and he’s ecstatic that you do.
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Kingdom Hearts 3 - Captain Marvel - Chapter 1 - A Kid With Powers
Kairi, having entered this new world, in the middle of some kind of city. She was sent to this world by Yen Sid, who told her that something was off about this world. That apparently, there was a surplus of equal amounts of light and darkness here. The fact that this world remains intact may give them an idea about how to stop Xehanort.
Of course, this being the first time Kairi had ever been sent to a new world alone, she could tell things were going to be difficult. Especially when she looked up to see a train passing by. What seemed odd about this train was the unknown blonde woman hanging on to the side, trying to get on top, looking like she was dressed for laser tag.
Kairi then looked at the frontal end of the train, and saw what she could already tell was going to be a problem: The heartless. As the unknown woman got back up, she was surprised to see them, letting Kairi know this was a first. However, Kairi was surprised when the unknown woman shot bright beams at the group of heartless.
Unfortunately, the unknown woman was unprepared for the giant heartless that was now falling down at her. Kairi recognized this heartless as a rock golem, jumping high onto the train, and blocking the golem’s attack with a barrier guard, performing a reflect attack.
“Triple Firaza!” Kairi shouted before using her keyblade to launch three massive balls of fire at the golem, which was now in midair. The massive fire balls struck at the golem, doing enough damage to kill it, making it disintegrate into darkness, with Kairi never allowing it to fall onto the train.
She then turned around to look at the woman. “Hi.” Kairi greeted. “I’m-”
“Duck!” The woman shouted before blasting a hole underneath them, making them fall into the train. Kairi looked up and realized that the unknown woman was keeping them from getting hit by the top of the tunnel they were now in.
“Thanks.” Kairi said as the train stopped at a subway station, the unknown woman getting out with Kairi following. She noticed that the woman was looking through the crowd as if she were searching for someone. The woman then grabbed someone’s shoulder, thinking she found them before realizing she was wrong.
“You.” The unknown woman said, now looking at Kairi. “Follow me.” They made their way to the ground level, stopping in an alley near the subway. “Who are you?”
“I’m Kairi.” Kairi answered. “You?”
“Vers.” Vers answered. “Kree Starforce.”
“Starforce?” Kairi asked.
“Ok, no one here has any idea, huh.” Vers said. “Has anyone here been off world?”
“Wait.” Kairi said. “Off world? As in other worlds? That, I do know about. You have a keyblade, don’t you?”
“A keyblade?” Vers asked.
“So you have no idea.” Kairi said before summoning her keyblade with her hand.
“That thing you used to do all the fire balls and barriers?” Vers asked. “Yeah, I have no idea.”
It was now that Kairi was remembering: Vers had to be talking about other planets. Not other worlds. She’d need a keyblade to even unlock the exit to this one.
“So how do I know you’re not a skroll?” Vers asked.
“A skrull?” Kairi asked.
“Actually, waste of time.” Vers asked. “I don’t think skrulls have your powers. You’re fine. So, are you from the planet?”
“Umm...” Kairi said. “... I’m from a similar one?”
“Your method of transportation?” Vers asked.
“A gummi ship.” Kairi answered.
“A gummi ship?” Vers asked. “You know, if you didn’t have that shiny weapon you’ve got there, I wouldn’t have any reason to believe you.”
“Well, it’s the truth.” Kairi said.
“How old are you?” Vers asked.
“Fifteen.” Kairi answered.
“And where is your ‘gummi ship’?” Vers asked.
“Nearby.” Kairi answered, the keyblade now disappearing.
“That’s it.” Vers said before walking away. “You’re just a kid with powers. I’m gone.”
“Wait!” Kairi shouted, chasing after her. “You’ll need my help.”
“With what?” Vers asked. “You’re only a kid.”
“You’ll need my help to fight the heartless.” Kairi said.
“Heartless?” Vers asked. “Are those the things that attacked me earlier?”
“Yes.” Kairi answered. “You need my help.”
“I can take them.” Vers said. “If you can, so can I.”
“It’s more than just that.” Kairi said. “I won’t deny the fact that you can take them. It’s the ones who command them that you’ll need to worry about. If you don’t stop them, this world, not just this planet, will fall to darkness.”
“World?” Vers asked, stopping. “Are you saying you’re not just from another planet, but another dimension?”
“Something like that?” Kairi answered.
“And how do I stop them?” Vers asked.
“With the keyblade.” Kairi answered, summoning the keyblade back up.
“Thanks for the tip.” Vers said, taking the keyblade out of her hand, and continuing to walk away, climbing up steps. Kairi waited a few seconds, until there was a decent gap between the two of them before summoning the keyblade back into her hand. Vers looked back. “You are a very stubborn, aren’t you?”
“Yup.” Kairi answered.
Vers sighed. “Kid, I like you.” Vers said. “You’re stubborn and strong. You’ll grow more stubborn and strong when you’re older. You got my best qualities. However, I don’t know if you’re really ready.”
“I’ve seen the darkness devour my own home before.” Kairi said. “I trained in a place where time never passes for a long time. I can fight.”
“Okay.” Vers said. “But if you get hurt, do know that it is on me.”
-
After getting some more information and regular clothes for Vers to help her fit in, Vers drove with Kairi on a motorcycle, making their way to a Pancho’s bar, pulling up. “I think you may need to stay back.” Vers said. “Different planets have different age-” Vers looked back at Kairi to see that she had already gone in. “You have got to be kidding me.”
Vers entered the bar, and saw that the bartender was already telling Kairi to leave. “It’s okay.” Vers said. “I’m not letting her drink anything here.” As music played in the background, Vers then looked around the empty bar and looked around, as though she were having flash backs.
It was like Vers had another life on this planet, with plenty of memories with... Someone important to her in this very bar. Of course, Vers had no idea what any of this meant. She then walked past a pool table to framed photographs of different jet fighters, and saw one that had a Pegasus emblem on it’s tail fin.
“So what can I get the adult?” The bartender asked.
“Where was this photograph taken?” Vers asked.
“An airport?” The bartender answered, confused.
“Where’s Pegasus?” Vers asked as Kairi sat on chair of a table, noticing a dark haired man walking in.
“That’s classified.” The man said. “Not unlike the file I started on you and the kid you’re babysitting.”
“Babysitting?” Kairi asked. “I’m fifteen.”
“Then why are you in this bar?” The unknown man asked.
“She’s with me, Agent Fury.” Vers answered, walking toward him.
“Like I said.” Fury said. “Babysitting. I saw you block an attack from that giant monster earlier.”
“A heartless.” Kairi answered.
“Heartless?” Fury said. “I thought they were skrull?”
“Oh no.” Vers said. “Those are the shapeshifters.”
“Oh, so that’s TWO then.” Fury said. “Great. Good to hear. So I take it they’re both in kahoots?”
“Still undetermined.” Vers answered. “Though it is likely, when this is the skrull we’re talking about.”
“I see.” Fury said. “I also see that you’ve changed it up since then. Grunge is a good look on you.”
“Did you have a rough day, Agent Fury?” Vers asked.
“It was cool.” Fury answered. “You know, had a space invasion, big car chase, got to watch an alien autopsy. Typical nine-to-five.”
“So you saw a skrull and those... heartless.” Vers said, still not sure about them.
“I was never one to believe in aliens...” Fury said. “... but I can’t unsee that.”
“I mean, the heartless aren’t aliens though.” Kairi said. “They’re people who have fallen to darkness, becoming dangerous beings known as the heartless, coming in different shapes and sizes.”
“Trust me, Agent Fury.” Vers said. “I’m just as confused as you are in this case.” Kairi sighed in the background. “However, this is gonna get a little awkward, but I gotta ask.”
“You think I’m one of those green things.” Fury assumed.
“Can’t be too careful.” Vers said. “Oh, and I’m testing her too.”
“What?” Kairi asked.
“Yeah, I take it back.” Vers said. “You’re not safe.”
“You are looking at one hundred percent red-blooded Earth man.” Fury said. “Don’t know about the kid though.”
“My name is Kairi.” Kairi said.
“Don’t know about Kairi.” Fury said.
“I’m afraid I’m gonna need proof.” Vers said.
“We talkin’ cheek or urine sample?” Fury asked.
“No.” Vers said. “The DNA would match.”
“Want my AOL password?” Fury asked.
“I have a keyblade.” Kairi said.
“They can only sim recent memories of their host bodies.” Vers said. “And I don’t know if some skrolls can use a keyblade.”
“Oh!” Fury said. “You wanna get personal.”
They all sat around a table. “Where were you born?” Vers asked.
“Huntsville, Alabama, but technically, I don’t remember that part.” Fury answered.
“Radiant Garden.” Kairi answered. “That’s where I got the power of the keyblade.”
“Name of your first pet?” Vers asked.
“Sora.” Kairi answered, having named a turtle after her best friend. (Yes, btw. I did just make that up)
“Mr. Snoofers.” Fury answered.
“Mr. Snoofers?” Vers asked.
“That’s what I said.” Fury said. “Do we pass?”
“Not yet.” Vers answered. “First job?”
“Soldier.” Fury answered. “Straight out of high school. Left the ranks a full bird colonel.”
“Then?” Vers asked.
“Spy.” Fury answered.
“Where?” Vers asked.
“It was the Cold War.” Fury answered. “We were everywhere. Uh, Belfast, Bucharest, Belgrade, Budapest. I like the B’s. I can make them rhyme.”
“Now?” Vers asked.
“Been riding a desk for the past six years, trying to figure out where our future enemies are coming from. Never occurred to me they would be coming from above or ‘the darkness in our hearts’.” Fury answered
“Not sure if ‘Keyblade Wielder’ counts.” Kairi answered. “Though considering I haven’t gone to an actual school in awhile, it might as well be.”
“And I’m still considering whether or not bringing you with me is a good idea.” Vers said. “What’s your first mission?”
“World That Never Was.” Kairi answered.
“Next mission?” Vers asked.
“This one.” Kairi answered.
“That does not help.” Vers said. “And what is the ‘World That Never Was’?”
“World of nobodies.” Kairi answered.
“Nobodies?” Vers asked.
“The husk that’s-” Kairi began befor Vers cut her off.
“You know what?” Vers asked. “Probably something weird. Anyways, name a detail so bizarre, a skrull could never fabricate it.”
“Umm...” Kairi pondered.
“You know what?” Fury said. “Considering everything I’ve heard the kid who’s in a bar say, I think she’s covered on that front.”
“Good point.” Vers said. “You?”
Fury pondered for a moment, before thinking of something. “If toast is cut diagonally, I can’t eat it.”
“Who cuts toast diagonally?” Kairi asked. “Shouldn’t that be considered a crime?”
“If I put that next to ‘being an underaged girl in a bar’...” Fury began. “... Yeah, I think I’d say it’s a bigger crime. I have to agree with the kid on this one.”
“Hang on, you didn’t need that, did you?” Kairi asked.
“No.” Vers answered. “No, I didn’t. But I enjoyed it.”
“Okay.” Fury said. “Your turn.” Vers then used her fist to shoot at a blast the jukebox. “And how is that supposed to prove to me you’re not a skrull?”
“That’s a photon blast.” Vers answered.
“And?” Fury asked.
“A skrull can’t do that.” Vers answered.
“Wait a second.” Kairi said. “What did you say a few minutes ago?”
“I’ll be honest.” Vers said. “I only included you in this to learn more about you. Not to see if you’re using someone else’s body.”
“I can tell you what it means to use someone else’s body.” A man said, entering the bar with a maniacal grin on his face, covered by a dark coat.
“Oh no.” Kairi said, for she recognized this man as Xehanort.
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The curse of love.
A cette heure de la nuit, la Haute Prêtresse n’attendait plus la moindre visite au temple. Alpha Nightmare allumait de nouvelles bougies devant l’idole représentant Lucifer, distraite par la lumière de la lune rouge se reflétant pas les vitraux et l’odeur d’encens flottant dans l’air. Elle appréciait le silence après les grandes messes quotidiennes. Ce silence fut cependant interrompu par les grandes portes qui s’ouvrirent. La Haute Prêtresse se retourna alors pour découvrir le visiteur impromptu, qui s’avéra être une femme et pas n’importe quelle femme.
« Your Highness, dit Alpha, relativement surprise. - High Priestess, I need your attention. - So my attention you shall have. »
La Reine et la Haute Prêtresse se faisaient face. La première portait une grande cape noire dont elle venait tout juste d’ôter la capuche lui ayant permis de venir jusqu’ici sans se faire remarquer et dissimulant ses vêtements. La seconde était, comme à l’accoutumée, toute de rouge vêtue, dans une longue robe en velours aux longues manches évasées. Finalement, Alpha ouvrit la marche en se dirigeant vers une alcôve en retrait et pris place dans un fauteuil. Arya suivit ses pas et s’installa dans l’autre fauteuil, dos à la prêtresse.
« I can feel confusion in your heart, your Grace. You can share its content. Within these walls, our Lord is the only witness. - If there are words I can use, High Priestess… I don’t know them, avoua la reine. Not after a life learning to keep my lips sealed. »
Alpha avait pu sentir Arya baisser légèrement la tête. La tension de la reine était palpable dans l’air. La Haute Prêtresse esquissa un léger sourire, bienveillant, que la plus jeune ne pouvait pas voir, mais au moins sentir. Les deux cousines ne se connaissaient pas dans l’intime, mais faisaient parties de la même famille au lourd passé, dont chaque membre restant gardaient des plaies importantes. Alpha leva les yeux vers les vitraux rouge qui lui faisaient face, représentant Lucifer.
« Heavy is the head who wears the crown. Isn’t it what we say, your Grace ? For sure, our Lord knows that better than anybody. Power is an heavy burden. But if he gave it to you, it’s because he knew you were the best for the role. On that, you shall trust him. Lucifer knows nothing but the Truth, remember ? He knows how important is this Kingdom for you. He knows how hard his motto resonates in you. Our Lord knows you are the Queen this Kingdom needs, not because you have been raised to be Empress, but because you are like him. - No one is as great as Lucifer, souffla la reine. - For how long do you hide your wings, your Highness ? »
Arya laissa transparaître sa surprise avec un silence évocateur. Ses ailes. Ses ailes personne ne les avait jamais vu, pas même sa propre mère. Pas même son mari, ne connaissait sa véritable forme. A l’Académie, jamais Arya n’avait révélé sa nature. On savait son potentiel autrement supérieur à ce qu’elle montrait, mais tous s’étaient imaginé que l’apparence d’Arya devait être similaire aux autres Nightmare. Des larmes noires, de grandes ailes démoniaques, des cornes… 
« How do you know ? Demanda-t-elle finalement. - I am an High Priestess, your Grace. I share my eyes with our Lord.  - But he never saw… ! - Lucifer knows the Truth. You share his wings, don’t you ? The black broken wings of Lucifer, the Fallen Angel. »
A nouveau, Arya se tût comme seule réponse. Alpha la sentit cependant hocher légèrement la tête. La cadette Nightmare avait été dotée d’une destinée autrement plus importante que celle que lui avait attribué sa mère, en lui donnant naissance. Elle n’avait pas été choisie pour devenir la femme d’un possible empereur, mais pour elle-même diriger un empire. L’Empire démoniaque, que l’on appelait encore Royaume dans l’usage, malgré les siècles où l'Enfer n’avait cessé de s’étendre davantage encore et encore avec sa population grandissante et sa pugnacité.
« Your life has been sacrificed for our Kingdom, since the very moment you opened your eyes. You know it and you accepted it as soon as you realised. You already made your sacrifice, your Grace. You had your loyalty to this Kingdom as soon as you could breath. But the crown, your fate, your duty… That’s not what scares you the most, isn’t it ? Your burden is not your crown. »
La reine se crispa et ferma les yeux, serrant ses mains l’une dans l’autre un instant. Finalement, elle leva les yeux vers le dôme du Haut Temple, représentant le ciel rouge de l’Enfer où l’on voyait l’étoile du Matin briller. Quelques larmes coulèrent finalement sur ses joues alors que les doigts de sa main droite jouaient nerveusement avec son alliance.
« From Lucifer, I hoped I could only have the wings and the sense of sacrifice, répondit Arya la gorge nouée. But Lucifer was an angel and his tragedy, when he became Satan… is that he never forgot how to love, even when his heart got broken by his Father. I hoped I would be demonic enough to never feel the weight of a heart in my chest.  - But… ? - Then, my husband appeared in my life… »
Cette fois, ce fut le tour d’Alpha de se trouver surprise. Elle avait elle-même mariée Arya avec Sebastian LeFay, sous ce dôme. Ils avaient partagé leur sang, échangé leurs voeux. Ce ne devait être qu’un mariage arrangé, un mariage politique et ce, malgré le sacrifice conséquent de Sebastian qui renonçait à sa mortalité pour joindre son épouse pour l’éternité. Certes, le couple royal semblait relativement proche durant ses rares apparitions publiques. Mais elle savait que la dernière apparition du couple commençait à dater et qu’au palais, la relation des deux époux n’était pas au beau fixe.
« I despised him when he got the proposition to marry me and that he hesitated because of his own faith. I told our Lord that I didn’t need to get married and especially not to a man who wasn’t able to follow the Crown’s principles. Sacrifice was and is still, for me, the most important. But Sebastian did sacrifice himself, expliqua la reine. By this only act, he demonstrated how greater than me he was. - And you feel guilty for that, conclut Alpha. - I didn’t do anything great for him, I feel like a punishment, avoua Arya en essuyant ses larmes d’un revers de la manche. I don’t even know how to act when he is around. He doesn’t know how I feel, what I feel…  - Your Grace, souffla Alpha sans pouvoir interrompre sa cousine. - I love him, avoua la reine. I love my husband… And it scares me more than the Void itself.  - How do you know you do ? »
Le ton d’Alpha avait été un peu plus appuyé, pour stopper Arya net alors qu’elle s’emballait et qu’elle se laissait submergée par ses émotions pour la première fois. Jamais elle ne s’était montrée aussi décontenancée devant qui que ce soit auparavant. Mais Arya s’était suffisamment sentie en sécurité au Temple pour se livrer. Seul Lucifer, jusqu’à présent, avait été son refuge.
« Because I dream I could be able to share with him everything I always do alone, souffla Arya après un instant à se reprendre. I would like him to take my hand and walk by my side under the red moon… I dream I could have the guts and bravery to just ask to be in his arms. When he is here, my legs shake and my heart beats so hard it is nearly unbearable. My body vibrates each times he speaks. I am craving for his eyes on me, all the time. But I don’t even dare sharing my bed with him anymore, only to enter in the bedroom when he already sleeps, just to look at him. I know each details of his face so much, I could draw it by memory. Just the thought he shares my blood bring me an indecent joy… Just knowing he belongs to me and that I belong to him. I blush each time I remember the time I was confident enough to kiss him and I dream I could do it again. I love him and I would like to scream it but I just can’t… I can’t even face him anymore. I didn’t do anything to deserve him and I feel ashamed for it every single day Lucifer allows me to live… - I am sure your husband could understand, if you could just give him a sign. »
La reine resta silencieuse. Finalement, elle joignit les mains. Arya s’était renfermée aussitôt qu’on lui avait demandé un acte qui lui paraissait encore plus insurmontable que de porter le royaume infernal sur ses épaules. Alpha le comprit et conclut la conversation par une prière silencieuse à Lucifer avant que la souveraine ne quitte le temple. En rentrant au château, une âme damnée avait débarrassée la reine de sa cape avant qu’elle ne s’engage dans les couloirs de ce qui ressemblait davantage à une cathédrale, guidée par le son du piano. Le roi aimait y jouer et ça avait été l’une de ses conditions pour venir vivre en Enfer avec elle. Cela faisait à présent bien deux ou trois semaines qu’ils ne s’étaient pas vus, parce que la reine l’évitait méticuleusement. Du moins, c’était ce que Sebastian pensait. En réalité, comme ce soir là, Arya se trouvait bien proche mais elle savait se montrer particulièrement discrète. Elle le regardait, se dévoilant à peine à travers le pan de la porte. A chaque fois, elle sentait son coeur battre plus fort, dans un mélange de crainte de se faire dévoilée et d’affronter la colère de son époux et d’émois de la jeune femme amoureuse.
Elle se trouvait ridicule. De leur passé, ils ne s’étaient rien cachés. Cela faisait partie des rites nuptiaux et ils s’y étaient tous les deux pliés sans protestations. Ce n’était pas la première fois que Sebastian faisait battre le coeur d’une femme de cette façon. Mais pour Arya, c’était une autre paire de manches. Elle n’avait jamais aimé, avant. Flirté, tenté, séduit, oui. Puisque sa destinée avant le trône de l’Enfer, avait été de tenter de séduire le prince Killian, elle avait tenté de l’aimer. Mais la flamme n’a jamais pris vie et d’elle-même la démone avait compris que ce manque d’intérêt était réciproque. Mais Sebastian avait quelque chose de plus, quelque chose que les autres hommes, pas même ceux si épris d’elle qu’ils s’en seraient damnés, n’avaient. Quand ils le voulaient, les deux époux pouvaient se comprendre sans même se parler, simplement en échangeant un regard. Sebastian était parvenu à faire sourire Arya, à la faire rire, à lui donner envie de partager des étreintes. Sans doute n’avait-il même pas réalisé l’effet que leur première étreinte avait pu avoir sur celle qui était à l’époque sa fiancée, dans ce bassin de sang. Arya s’était pourtant précipitée dans ses bras avec une spontanéité et une sincérité étonnantes.
Mais cela, elle n’y parvenait plus. Arya n’arrivait plus à se permettre tel geste. La honte l’animait. Depuis son arrivée en Enfer, Sebastian avait renoncé aux limbes pour elle et avait veillé sur elle jour et nuit, quand elle était tombée malade. Il avait été d’un soutient sans faille. La jeune souveraine s’en sentait indigne, coupable, honteuse. Elle était une punition, un châtiment. Son époux lui avait bien dit qu’il n’avait pas le temps de regretter sa décision de l’avoir épousé, cela n’avait pas suffit à balayer les craintes qui animaient sa compagne. 
Le roi venait de renfermer le piano. Quand Arya s’en rendit compte, elle sursauta et colla son dos contre le mur de pierre. Avec précaution, elle glissa à nouveau son regard sur lui. Il paraissait frustré, elle le voyait à son poing fermé contre le bois laqué de l’instrument. Sebastian avait jeté un regard rapide vers une grande harpe noire, qui trônait non loin du piano. La harpe de la reine. Il l’avait déjà entendu joué, de loin, mais ne l’avait jamais vu faire. D’ailleurs, il ne la voyait plus du tout. Elle se dissimulait à lui comme on se cache d’un monstre. Pourtant, elle laisse des signes de son passage au château, comme si elle cherchait à le narguer. Il ignorait. Il avait bien tenté de demander à Morrigan, la suivante de la reine, si elle savait ce qu’il lui prenait, mais elle en était tout aussi confuse. Les âmes damnées qui servent au château, elles, ont bien trop peur de la reine pour révéler quoi que ce soit. Sebastian pensait pourtant avoir fait ce qu’il fallait. Il voulait faire ce qu’il fallait. Il s’était montré patient, attentionné. Il  lui semblait pourtant avoir compris ce qu’Arya recherchait en lui. Mais elle se dérobait à lui consciencieusement. 
En voyant les traits frustrés de Sebastian, Arya avait baissé les yeux et ramené l’une de ses mains contre sa poitrine. Elle voulait le rejoindre, mais son corps tremblait. Impossible. La silhouette de la jeune démone s’évanouit dans l’ombre du couloir avant que son époux ne sorte de la pièce. Il pu sentir son parfum, révélant que sa femme était passée dans ce couloir peu de temps avant qu’il le rejoigne, cela ne fit que le frustrer davantage. Dans la salle du trône, la reine frappa du poing. Elle était furieuse, furieuse contre sa propre personne, pour ce qu’elle faisait subir à son mari.
Quelques temps plus tard, Sebastian avait finalement pu confronter Arya. Il était parvenu à lui faire promettre de ne plus fuir. Pour la première fois depuis des semaines, ils s’étaient à nouveau endormis ensemble dans le lit conjugal. Le lendemain matin, quand il ouvrit les yeux, le nécromancien sentait encore l’étreinte ferme de son épouse autours de lui. De tout le reste de la nuit, elle était restée contre le torse, ses doigts dans son dos. Elle aussi, était réveillée. Arya leva timidement les yeux vers lui et détailla son visage. Sebastian glissa ses doigts dans les cheveux de sa femme pour retirer quelques mèches dissimulant légèrement son regard. Il avait pu véritablement entrevoir pour la première fois, l’amour dans les yeux d’Arya, même s’ils reflétaient aussi ses regrets, son sentiment de culpabilité. Finalement, elle s’était approchée pour l’embrasser longuement, mais doucement, loin de la passion à laquelle ils s’étaient habitués lorsqu’ils s’exploraient. Sebastian s’était laissé faire et il avait pu sentir quelque chose de différent chez sa femme. Elle révélait une douceur, un besoin d’amour, qu’elle n’avait jamais voulu dévoiler jusque là. Il posa son front contre le siens quand leurs lèvres se séparèrent.
« Sebastian, avait soufflé Arya. - Yes ? - I am so sorry... » 
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Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind AU (Black Clover ver.)
Yuno groaned as he pulled on the rope underneath him, bringing it up to his chest and tightening the knot tied between the mill’s fans. He kneeled down to make sure it was secure, nodding in satisfaction before dusting off his hands.
“It should be good now, turn it on.” Yuno spoke to Klaus, who quickly ducked back into the building.
Yuno stepped away from the fans just in time for them to start back up, looking at the mechanism up and down to make sure everything was in place before going into the building after Klaus.
“It’s working just fine now. Call me if you need any repairs.”
“Thank you so much your highness!” The owner, a burly man named Rance, bowed, his wife smiling and bowing as well.
Yuno waved them off, “It’s no big deal, you don’t have to bow.” He sighed, wishing his people would stop treating him so differently. He was adopted for Christ sake.
“Can you handle the rest Klaus? I’m late for my scavenging trip.” Yuno spoke to his advisor as he exited the house, making a beeline for the castle.
“I’ll take care of it, but please your highness be careful. Allow me to assist you at least-“
Yuno cut the man with a raise of his hand, marching up the stairs and looking back down with a bored expression.
“I need to go alone. If I have you with me I won’t be able to take my glider.” Yuno spoke matter-of-factly. “And without it there’s just too many places I won’t be able to go into.”
Without another word the prince turned and entered the castle, using the back door to avoid any of the servants. He made it to the equipment room rather quickly, picking up his mask, goggles and shotgun. Afterwards he made sure to have his sword and gunpowder capsules, storing them in his pockets before heading towards his glider.
“Yuno.”
The prince stopped halfway to mounting his glider, turning towards the voice of his father, Licht. He took off his goggles and set down his vehicle, wondering what Licht could want right now.
“What is it?”
Licht gave him that warm smile he gave to all the people he cared about, stepping further into the room and gazing out into the valley just outside Yuno’s landing port.
“You don’t need to do this you know.” Licht started, turning towards his son.
Yuno sighed, he should’ve known this was it. “I know.”
“Then why do you insist on going out there?”
The prince turned away, gazing out towards the valley as well with narrowed eyes. “Because I made a promise to someone.” He answered.
“As you’ve said. I’m surprised you still remember it though, that must’ve been quite some time before you came here.”
Yuno hummed, “It’s important to me.” He admitted, kneeling down to turn on his glider.
Licht stepped back, recognizing the signs of his son running away. He knew he wouldn’t get anything more out of him, it’d be best to let him go.
“Please be careful Yuno,” Licht reached over and held his son’s hand in his “We couldn’t bear losing you.”
Yuno looked at their joined hands for a few seconds before nodding, picking up his glider and readying himself for takeoff.
“You won’t, I promise.”
And then he ran off, leaping off the wooden platform and turning so he landed atop his glider. The people below looked up upon his takeoff, many of them waving at him. Yuno never understood why they revered him so much, but he was polite enough to wave back regardless.
The prince looked up from the valley and angled his glider upwards, taking farther up into the air and over the village’s mountainside. Once he cleared that his objective came into view, the Toxic Jungle’s massive shadow looming over the horizon.
Yuno took the chance to gaze at his surroundings, the vast desert standing between his prosperous kingdom and the Toxic Jungle serving as a great barrier to protect them from the toxins in the air. He quickly put on his mask, sliding it on with practiced ease.
Getting to the jungle was an easy task, the open desert allowing him to fly smoothly all the way to its edge. Once there however he switched his stance so he held himself horizontally over it, taking care of his head as he flew past the giant trees.
He entered without a problem, thankful for his glider’s quiet mechanisms as he landed safely in a small clearing. He gazed out towards the foliage, glad to see no insects were nearby. He quickly folded his glider and hid it between the roots of a giant tree, not wanting an Ohmu to accidentally trample it.
Yuno moved quick after that, ducking under tree roots and over canals in search of anything that could aid in his research. So far nothing, all the plants and insects he came across were those who’s samples he already had in his collection. Still he kept looking, keeping his eyes and ears open for any sign of a bug getting too close.
Two hours went by before he finally found something worthwhile. Yuno kneeled in front of a Midnight Spore and pulled out one of his test tubes, carefully removing a few samples of the spores and letting them fall into the crystal container. He corked the sample once he was done, setting it inside his breast pocket with a sigh.
He moved on after that, heading into an opening in the rocks just underneath the spores and letting his eyes wander in awe as he came across a giant cavern on the other side. He made his way across it, marveling at the tracks left in the ground and the cuts in the environment nearby.
These were Ohmu tracks, there was no doubt about that. They were the largest of all the insects that dwelled in the Toxic Jungle, but technically the least aggressive, unless provoked. To think such a huge one would live so close to the jungle’s edge baffled him. Yuno decided to follow the tracks, noticing the still uneven soil and realizing the tracks must still be fresh.
He walked for only a few minutes, letting out a small gasp at what he came across at the other end of the cavern. A towering insect with dozens of uncolored round eyes and a shell-like structure stood before him. It’s sheer size was incredible, he’d never seen such an impecable Ohmu shell before. Yuno was willing to bet this belonged to a healthy female once, given by the strong pincers and wide dorsal structure.
The prince wasted no time climbing onto the massive shell, taking out his sword and stabbing it against its side. He grit his teeth as the blade failed to pierce through the Ohmu’s thick armor, the vibrations running up his arms. He gave a satisfied smile, running his hand across its surface. His people certainly wouldn’t have to worry about finding building materials for a good while.
Yuno then moved to one of its empty eyes, tapping the solid, glass-like cover and wondering what uses it could have. He’d have to take a piece back and study it before he could decide that. The prince took out one of his gunpowder capsules, carefully sprinkling it around the eye’s surface and making sure it covered it completely. Then he took out his gun and opened the loading barrel, setting it down by the powder and pulling the trigger.
The heat made the powder go off, and Yuno bat the smoke away with his hand, putting away his gun and trading it for his sword. He began to steadily dig it into the shell’s burned area, watching the armor give away slowly until he was securely able to pull off the shell.
Yuno lifted it above his head, surprised by how light it was. The people would love this, he was sure Klaus and the others could find a way to make use of it. This was an amazing find. He had to get back to the town and let them know so they could begin gathering parts tomorrow.
He carefully put his things away, setting the eye down and stopping midway when a faint sound made it to his ears. He stood to attention, closing his eyes and listening to it as best as he could. The sound came again, and this time there was no mistaking its source, gunshots.
Just his luck, whatever fool was setting off a gun in the middle of the Toxic Jungle was surely suicidal. He couldn’t just leave them be however, if they headed for the village whatever insect was attacking them would hurt his people as well.
Yuno grabbed the shell and jumped off the Ohmu, running as fast as he could through the passages he’d gone through to find his glider once more. He accidentally stepped on a Lanma when he jumped off a rocky edge, yet the insect gave him no mind as he ran past with a muttered apology.
He found his glider soon enough, setting the shell down by the clearing’s edge and taking off. He flew out of the trees and into the arid desert, looking out above the tree line to try and catch glimpse of the chaos. The gunshots were louder now, but that sound was quickly covered up by the sound of trampling footsteps.
Yuno gasped when he watched a good chunk of trees suddenly burst out, sending wood and spores flying everywhere. The prince pulled back to avoid it, watching as a lone man riding on two familiar Horseclaws ran from an Ohmu. Just what in the hell...?
There was no time to ponder the why right now. Yuno needed to get that guy to safety and that Ohmu back in the jungle before it got too close to town. The prince dove low, coming in to fly next to the masked man.
“Get past the dune just up ahead! I’ll lure it away from you!”
The man looked up at him and nodded, “Alright!” He answered, spurring his mounts forward as Yuno took off gain.
He needed to get to that Ohmu, hopefully his usual method worked. Yuno turned his glider swiftly, pulling it so he matched the giant insect’s pace right next to its eye.
“Pull back! You can’t be out here! You’ll die!” Yuno tried, raising his voice as loud as he could, but the creature didn’t react.
Just talking wouldn’t work this time it seemed, the thing’s eyes were glowing red with rage. He needed to snap the insect out of it before he hoped to ever make progress.
Yuno leaned forward and flew right in front of the Ohmu’s face, tapping one of his glider’s buttons and letting nearly a dozen stun grenades go off right by the insect’s eyes.
The prince watched the rider turn back upon the Ohmu’s pause, but Yuno paid him little mind as he pulled out his insect charm and put it against the wind, letting the breeze blow past it to trigger the whistle insects liked so much.
The Ohmu’s eyes no longer grew red, it’s grey eyes lit up a calm blue, and Yuno was glad he was finally calm enough to listen.
“Go back to the jungle, you’re not safe out here!” He spoke to it, watching as the Ohmu seemed to take in his words before it began to turn its body a few seconds later.
Yuno kept the charm going for a few more seconds, watching the insect make his way back into the jungle through the same opening it had made minutes prior. Only when the creature was finally inside did he let the sound up, storing the charm away as he made his way to greet the idiot he saved.
Once he landed Yuno quickly took off his mask and goggles, watching the man remove his own mask before coming to greet him.
“I thought you’d be smart enough to know not to set off a gun inside the jungle, Vangeance.” Yuno smiled.
The man chuckled, nodding his head and offering his arm for Yuno to shake. The prince took it, glad to see his mentor safe and sound.
“I didn’t know you were coming, you should’ve sent a letter. I would’ve escorted you.” Yuno offered, watching as Vangeance’s carriage birds came over to say hello as well.
Yuno reached over to pet their heads, letting them cuddle up to him and sighing when one of them nibbled his clothes. He pushed them away lightly, rolling his eyes when they put up resistance.
“Perhaps I should have said something. Being accompanied by you would’ve saved me all that trouble for sure.” Vangeance laughed at Yuno’s expense, looking down when a small hiss came from his bag.
“What do you have there?” Yuno asked, finally getting the two Horseclaws away from him.
“Ah, this little thing here is the reason I got into trouble with that Ohmu.” Vangeance opened the bag and they both watched as a small fox-squirrel came out, hissing and swiping at them. “I mistook her cry for a baby’s and tried to rescue her from the Ohmu, but I ended up having to use my gun to get away.”
Yuno hummed, reaching out to the small animal and letting it run up his arm. It ran quickly, towards his shoulder and down his other arm, looking at both men anxiously.
“Be careful, even the little ones are quite feisty,” Vangeance warned, Yuno nodded.
The prince took off his glove, raising his hand to let the small animal sniff it. Instead however the fox opened its jaw and dug its fangs into his finger, surprising Yuno with the amount of force carried in such a small bite. Still he didn’t move, letting the animal dig its fangs into him as it growled.
“It’s ok.” He spoke softly, “I know you’re scared, but you’re ok.”
Vangeance watched silently, wondering in silence just how strong the prince’s abilities were. He had been shocked to see him turn an Ohmu around with nothing but stun grenades and an insect charmer. It was something he’d never seen before.
And still Yuno managed to surprise him, because only a few seconds after muttering those calm words the small fox ceased its growling, pulling its teeth away before shamefully licking the wound on the boy’s finger.
“My my, you never cease to amaze me with that power of yours.” Vangeance complimented.
“I don’t have any special powers.” Yuno looked up from where he was petting his new fox friend. “It’s just research.”
“Right.” Vangeance agreed, though he didn’t truly believe that. “Would you like to keep her?”
Yuno blinked, smiling at the fox as it ran around his shoulders again and nuzzled up to his face.
“If you don’t mind.”
“By all means.”
“Thank you.” Yuno offered his palm to the fox, who hopped onto it, “I think I’ll name her Bell.”
Yuno opened a few of his shirt buttons, letting Bell jump inside before buttoning them back up, he didn’t want her falling off while he flew back to town.
“We should get going though, everyone will be very happy to see you back.”
Vangeance nodded, watching the prince grab his glider before turning to him once more.
“Oh, before we go, there’s something I’d like for you to carry back for me.”
“What is it?”
“An Ohmu eye.”
Vangeance almost lost his footing on the sand beneath him.
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This is the entire description, personality, and information on Infernix. It’s long as heck so be warned. Seriously, it’s freakin long. It’s mostly here for my own reference when writing her character or commissioning stuff, but feel free to read if reading about other people’s OCs is your thing <3
One sentence description: Full-time crazy bird lady, part-time reluctant super hero
General
Full Name: Holly Burns Nickname: Nix, Nixy Reason for nickname: Shortened version of her super hero name, Infernix Age: 26 years Sex: Female Gender: Female Place of Birth: United Kingdom Birthday: 20th October Currently living in: Municiberg Species/Race: Human [super] Ethnicity: Caucasian Occupation: Works at a rescue centre for birds given up by their owners Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Social Status: Middle class Relationship Status: In a relationship/married (depending on the timeline) Status: Alive
Appearance
Body Build: Slender, but with chubby hips Height: 5’4” Weight: 120lbs Skin colour: Pale Hair style: Long, comes down to mid-back. Straight with fringe over right side Hair colour: Brown Eye colour: Dark brown Distinguishing Features: Has a tattoo of two feathers in a heart shape on her left collarbone, has single piercing in each ear Preferred Clothing: Casual; jeans and a shirt with either a cartoon character or a bird on it Accessories: Blue topaz earrings, hairclip with topaz and amethyst beads and two phoenix feathers
Supersuit: Over-the-knee boots with a flame colour design, over-the-elbow red gloves, white suit with a yellow belt and a phoenix emblem on the chest, attached to the belt is three large phoenix tail feathers and the same beads as those on her hairclip, her mask is curved up at the ends to imitate eyelashes and goes over her nose like a beak, and is orange with three purple accents in each corner
Likes/Dislikes
Likes: Birds, heights, flying, birds, the sky, nature, birds, cartoons, boats, warm days, night time, socks that have animal faces on them, seafood, birds   Dislikes: Planes (it’s not natural flying!), small spaces, spiders, people who don’t like birds, spicy food, really loud music
Hobbies
Bird watching, reading, going for nature hikes in forests and woodland, watching documentaries, aviculture, collecting precious stones
Habits
Has retained many habits from her time spent as a phoenix. She will spend a lot of time “preening” her hair, she makes clicking noises with her tongue when she is happy, she feels awkward about how to position her hands so she usually keeps them against her chest when standing, and she will make bird-like squawks or chirps when startled or curious. Oh and she hisses (like a swan) when angry.
Strengths/Weaknesses
Strengths: Intelligent, fast healing, able to shapeshift into a phoenix which grants her flight, temporary immortality, and fire powers
Weakness: Water extinguishes her fire, certain soundwaves disrupt her ability to maintain her transformation, if the phoenix is “killed” then she is forced back into her human form which has no other powers and will be physically exhausted, is quite easy to emotionally manipulate
Skills/Abilities
Infernix is a super, and her super power is shapeshifting. She can only shapeshift into one thing, and that is a giant fire bird phoenix. Her phoenix is around 10-15 feet high, depending on the amount of energy she can expend into the transformation. She can maintain this transformation indefinitely, but once she changes back, she is physically exhausted and must rest before being able to transform again. In her fire bird form, Infernix can fly, communicate with any bird species, breathe fire, and is immune to any damage from heat/fire sources. She can also speak and understand English as a phoenix. The true power of the fire bird is to engulf itself in flames and burn everything around it, but she has not achieved this yet. As a phoenix, she is of course immortal. She can feel pain and be injured, and even experience the pain of death, but instead of dying, she simply is forced back into her human self. This only applies to her phoenix form, and as a human she is mortal. She has some hand-to-hand combat skills, but nothing advanced. She is quite intelligent, and because the size of her phoenix makes it impractical for her to transform in crowded cities and built up areas, she is usually the ‘brains’ and takes on the planner/sleuther role for fighting crime. Her phoenix has high raw power though, and is very useful in large-scale supervillain battles. As a human she has no other particular powers, except that she recovers faster than normal from injuries and illnesses.
Fears
Spiders, being trapped (especially underground), anything bad happening to Screech, and she has an irrational fear of one day waking up and not being able to use her powers any more and being trapped in her human body forever
Personality
Very emotionally attentive - feels emotions strongly. This can be good as it means she is very loving and very appreciative of little things, but it also means she is sensitive and easily hurt/angered by other people
Very kind and caring towards every living thing, believes that every life is important no matter what body it’s in. Very empathetic and compassionate
Brave, especially when protecting others
Very maternal towards those she cares about
Stubborn, often believes she is right and can be argumentative. Can find it hard to accept when she’s wrong or know when to stop
A lot of her kindness is aimed at animals and the disadvantaged and vulnerable (e.g. children, the elderly). When dealing with typical, healthy humans she can be selfish as she is not used to socialising, and firmly holds the belief that animals (birds) are purer than people
In her human body she is unsure of herself and doesn’t always feel ‘right’. Only feels ‘normal’ when she is in her phoenix form. She is slowly getting more used to it
Relationships
Family: Not in contact with them, except Gus Burns (Reflux), who is her great uncle. In the future, she has 4 children with Screech: Jay (male, 15), Raven (female, 13), and twins Skyler and Robin - (both male, 5) Love interest: Screech (Boyfriend/husband depending on timelime) Friends/Allies: He-Lectrix, Krushauer, Voyd, Winston Deavor, Brick Enemies: Currently none. Not an enemy, but she’s kinda mad at Edna Mode because she criticized Infernix’s giant phoenix tail feathers on her costume
History
Infernix did not discover her powers until very late compared to other supers. During ages 5-10, she was a ‘normal’ kid. She was bullied heavily at school, because she didn’t make any friends and would spend her playtime looking for birds and feeding them. The other kids would call her ‘bird girl’ and throw things like birdseed at her. At age 11, her emotions were running very high, and she could not shake the feeling that she was in the wrong body. She didn’t feel like a human, she felt like a bird. When she saw birds in the sky she felt jealous of them and felt like she just wanted to join them. When she looked at her arms, she saw unnatural, lanky limbs, and they just didn’t feel right. There should be wings there. These limbs aren’t hers. The human body is so weirdly shaped and hairy. Where were her feathers? She felt they were meant to be there, but they were missing. It was then that her first transformation happened, and it terrified the life out of her. It didn’t last long because she could not sustain it. Not sure what was going on, and thinking it was some kind of fever dream, she tried to pretend it never happened. Until it happened again and again, each time when she felt tremendous energy from her emotions. Eventually she was able to bring it under control, so she could decide exactly when she transformed and when she transformed back. She kept her powers hidden, and her family never knew about them; she was never close to them. Aside from learning to control it, she never really experimented with her powers, so she never achieved her full potential. She was pretty content this way for a while, until she met a man she fell hard for. She was infatuated with him, totally smitten, and he appeared to be the same with her. They had a relationship for two years, during which he subtly destroyed her self-esteem without her realising, and then used that to emotionally manipulate and abuse her. The relationship ended when she discovered he had not only been married the entire time, but had a child too. Heartbroken, she spiraled into depression. She felt totally betrayed by humanity, and felt less connected to her species than ever before. Birds never betrayed her trust like this, they were always loving and never had secret intentions. So, she decided she was going to transform into a phoenix and live in the wild amongst the birds. She lived this way for years, completely missing the events of the first and second Incredibles movies.
After the events of the second movie, the “Wannabes” created their own superhero team. Winston was eager to locate the supers who had survived the Omnidroid. Infernix was listed as one such super, since she had powers she was on the NSA database, but since no one had seen her years, she kind of got forgotten. So the “Wannabes” eventually located her, and tried to convince her to return to society. She refused. But they persisted, and reluctantly she agreed, but on the condition that she can stay a phoenix. She took an immediate interest in Screech because she felt he was a fellow bird-enthusiast, who might possibly understand how she felt. Screech of course marveled at her, because she was a giant bird, but that was strictly it. Not long after, during a super villain fight, the phoenix was ‘killed’ and Infernix was forced back into her human body. It took her a long time to adjust, even things like walking felt weird. But now as a human, she and Screech began to bond better. They would talk about birds, and no one but them understood their crazy passion. At one point, Infernix hit a very low spot, after trying to locate her family and being unable to. She confessed to Screech that she felt she had made a terrible choice in running away and had ruined her life. She felt torn between her two lives, and felt like an outcast among other people, because they never understood her and she never understood them. Screech comforted her and told her that he knew how she felt, that he too had been thought of as ‘weird’ for his owl-like habits and appearance, but that he still had a place here with his new friends, and so did she. From that moment, she and Screech began spending a lot more time together, and eventually he gathered the courage to ask her out on a date. Gradually they fell in love, with Infernix loving Screech for his honesty, passion, and pure intentions, and Screech loving Infernix for her similar passion, and her ability to always be loving and kind to people even after the resentment and bitterness she went through.
Trivia
Thinks popcorn counts as a vegetable
Has several pet birds, including 4 budgies, a cockatiel, a pigeon, and a screech owl. Would like a cockatoo
The feathers on her costume are real phoenix feathers, taken from her phoenix form. They do not give her any special powers and are only for display
Does not actually consider herself a superhero; she’d much rather spend time with her birds than fight crime, and she only does so because she thinks it’s the only reason the “Wannabes” remain her friends and she doesn’t want to lose them
Aside from Screech, the person she gets on most with is Voyd. Voyd’s naturally caring and enthusiastic nature makes her feel comfortable
She doesn’t really interact with the Parr family much and thinks Bob’s name is Bill. She also calls Elastigirl “Elasticalgirl” which mildly annoys Helen sometimes
She gets very offended when people call pigeons ‘rats with wings’
Favourites
Food: Sea food, particularly crab, lobster, scallops, and mussels Colour: Orange Animal: Budgerigar Number: 4 Holiday: Christmas Season: Winter Time of day: Night Genre of music: Cheesy love songs Genre of literature: Non-fiction Genre of shows: Documentary Genre of movies: Horror
Health
General health: Excellent, she heals from illness and injuries quickly Any physical illnesses?: No Any mental illnesses?: BDD Take drugs?: No Smoke?: No
Mental/Emotional State
Archetype: The “Everyman”or the “Lover” Act before thinking/Think before acting?: Think before acting Emotion-wise, generally: Pretty mature, but wears her heart on her sleeve
Conversation
Way of speaking: Has a North-Atlantic accent, is well-spoken except for when she is excited Common conversation starter: “Do you like birds?” Swears?: Occasionally, but only for hyperbole effect, not when angry
Education/Intelligence
Education: Has a degree in ornithology IQ: 140 EQ: 100
Secrets
Before her and Screech were a couple, she had a giant plush owl that she called Screech and cuddled at night pretending it was him
She likes cats but distrusts them, because “they eat birds”
Everything in her apartment is bird-themed; bird plates, bird mugs, bird ornaments, bird plushies, bird cushions, etc.
She cannot talk to/understand birds when not in her phoenix form, but she talks to them as if they understand her anyway
She’s into BDSM, specifically as a dom
She likes drawing and thinks she’s pretty good but she’s actually really, really bad at it
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Sangreal! - Chapter 2
Summary: King Arthur AU, in which Enma is stuck in a stone for some reason and only Tsuna can free him. Who let Hibari be Lancelot? The wizard Reborn may know.
Also, sentient swords: "Sir... You are holding my butt."
Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
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Chapter 2:  In Which Sir Tsuna Gropes a Sword By Accident
‘’Wizard Reborn, are ye certain this is the right path to take? Is this truly as God dictated it?’’ The Archbishop of Canterbury rubbed his hands.
‘’As certain as the path of my bullet towards the brain of idiots.’’
The Archbishop shifted from foot to foot, nervously tugging at his habit ‘’I’m not familiar with that term, o Wizard, but…. Is it not a hindrance? The mass will come in at any moment!’’
Reborn looked up from his nails, flicked non-existent dirt off them, raised an eyebrow and glanced meaningfully down the aisle. There, directly against the high altar, was a great stone, in which a cold iron anvil as well a sword, was buried.
Make no mistakes- it was placed in front of the altar stairs.
‘’It’s for the good of Britain.’’
‘’But I can’t go up the stairs!’’
‘’Well, that is your problem, is it not?’’
Smirking, Reborn strutted away.
After the death of King Iemitsu, the realm was in jeopardy for a long time. While some said the King had an heir, others emphasized the past tense in that particular sentence. Why else would the Queen be childless? The babe must have died before it took its first breath!
Nobody dared to ask the Queen, though- she had Opinions. Highly dangerous, in a Lady, all agreed. For all Lady Nana was lovely, she was vicious too. If the Queen would have heard of this, she surely would have smote them where they stood!
But the Queen was a widow now, on top of losing her only child, and her husband's death had hurt her so deeply that she retreated into her own skin, only laughing airily, sweetly, at nothing. She was a husk of the grand Queen she’d once been. Her eyes were blank, vivacity forlorn, only ever responding to her dear friend Lady Lal.
The Lords all desired the Crown like no other, so they could not agree on the man that should ascend the throne. The one thing they did agree on was that wedding the Queen was not necessary in order to become King, for many of the Lords were wed already, and none of them were about to give up their claim to the crown.
In court, Lady Lal reigned with an iron fist, in the hope of aiding the Queen, but her first and foremost duties had always been to the Royal Army, and she was not prepared for the work the court took. Highly adaptable as she was, she survived the honey-coated poison of the court and learned subterfuge of her own, but not without a price. The army, without a king or a constable, was torn apart into fractions, one for each lord, loyalties shifting quicker than the sand in an hourglass.
And so it was. The Court around a grief-stricken Queen, the constable poker-faced, desperately trying to keep up appearances, and the army lost to all of them.
Fourteen years passed by, and still, the lords were warring amongst themselves. So on the morn before Christmas eve, the wizard Reborn spoke to the Archbishop: ‘’Send for all the Lords and men of might, and tell them they must come to this very church on the first Christmas day, upon the pain of cursing! A miracle will come, to show us the rightwise King of Britain!’’
As he said, it was.
On the eve of Christmas day, all Lords came to mass. Gape, they did.
The Sword in the Stone was a miracle, indeed! Upon the hilt stood in golden letters: ‘’Whoso pulls this Sword from the Stone and Anvil, is the rightwise King of all of England.’’
As one, the Lords moved in on their prey: The blade that would crown them better than any Royal headdress could! It was there, in the church, who could have put it there but God? The mighty Lord high in the heavens? Surely, they were meant to pull it from the stone!
Elbowing and pushing each other to the side, they worked their way forward, but before any one of them could touch the stone with avaricious claws, the Archbishop threw himself before the stone, arms spread, and thundered: ‘’Are you insane?! Blasphemy, this is! Go sit in the pews, ye dogs!’’
With big eyes, the Lords drooped off and did as he said.  The archbishop crossed his arms. ‘’Never have I ever seen any gentlemen behave so rambunctiously in the house of the Lord! Shame on you, Lords, shame on you!’’
He narrowed his eyes at them, stabbing his finger in the air. ‘’Ye will sit, ye will listen, and NONE will touch the Sword before the high mass is over! Now, obey!’’
They did.
‘’My Queen, the sword I spoke of to you, none of the Lords have been able to pull it.’’ Lal kneeled before Queen Nana.
The woman in question sat on her chair before the window, hands folded in her lap, features drawn and tired, staring empty-eyed at the city beyond the glass.
Lady Lal took one of her hands. ‘’Milady, the archbishop declared there is to be a tournament on New Year's day, for both the nobles and the common men. Whoever wins gets the chance to try their fortune upon pulling the blade from the Stone, for the Archbishop trusts the Lord Almighty to let the True King may win. But I fear what will happen to you, Milady, if anyone were to remove it, yet I am also concerned with the fact that the Stone did not judge a single one of the Lords worthy! There was no proper king amongst them! What kind of Lords does this godforsaken kingdom sport?!’’
Slowly, Lady Nana turned her head. Sitting there, in her nightgown, hair loose and draping against the back of the chair, no crown in sight, the Queen painted a picture so vulnerable that Lady Lal could not help but clutch her heart to prevent it from breaking. There were very few things that had managed to wedge themselves through her armour, both steel and metaphorical, but the ruin of this magnificent woman was one of them.
Lady Nana’s voice was no louder than a whisper, as easily blown away by a breeze as the dead autumn leaves long gone. ‘’There is no proper king, for none of them are my son.’’
With a sharp intake of breath, Lady Lal could not do a thing but bite back her tears, and raise her hand to cup the Queen’s face, rubbing her thumb in gentle circles across her cheek. ‘’Nana…’’
The Queen’s bottom lip quivered, her grip on Lal’s other hand tightening. ‘’I miss him.’’
Lady Lal got up and pressed the Queen against[l her, embracing her. Resting her cheek on Lady Nana’s head, she pretended not to notice the tears wetting her shoulder as Lady Nana buried her nose in her neck. Running a hand through Nana’s hair, she closed her eyes, breathing in the smell of clean soap and saltern sadness.
With a lump in her throat, she spoke. ‘’I know, milady, I know.’’
‘’You had a farting contest with Squalo and lost control of your magic?!’’ Tsuna stared at the lumpy remains of his brother’s sword incredulously.
Xanxus sniffed, picking at his nails. ‘’Obviously, trash. Now fetch me a new sword.’’
With half a mind to set Xanxus’ ass on fire, Tsuna stalked out of the tent to get a new sword, kicking the table on his way out for the good measure. If he didn’t deliver, he’d be known as the brother of the guy who farted his sword right out of existence. Great start to the new year, really. Note the sarcasm. He groaned, rubbing his temples.
Xanxus was a dirty, lazy bastard, who knew exactly how to exploit Tsuna’s weak spots.
A farting contest with Squalo? Of all the ridiculous New Years day’s traditions they’d had made up as kids to hold on to… And on such an important day too!
Knowing their grandmother, Daniela would simply have given Xanxus the Eyebrow for losing control with his magic during, but she was already in the crowd and as such, no help at all. (Please don’t let her hear that thought- she could smell insubordination).
Honestly, he pitied the guy who found the still-steaming (and stinky) half-melted remains of the sword. Better to get out of there quickly and avoid being the one to clean that disaster up.
He looked up, the sound of the clocktower bells ringing in his ears. He bit his lip. Damn it, only ten minutes left.
Tsuna was late, late, late and if he did not find a replacement for Xanxus’ sword before the tournament began, his social life would be over.
…Why was there a sword in the churchyard? Never mind- he’d seen stranger things. When your elderly grandmother, only walking straight with sheer stubbornness, beat down dragons for a living, your view of life tended to get a bit skewed.
Running past the pews, Tsuna scaled the stone to the huge anvil, hoisting himself up. He studied the blade, coloured brightly by the huge stained window above the altar, depicting the  Virgin Mary with Baby Jesus.
Curses! The sword was stuck in the anvil, the hilt the only thing above the stone!
The clock tower rang again.
…Tsuna did not have TIME for this sword to be stuck! He threw himself onto the anvil, grabbed the hilt, and pulled.
The bell stopped ringing, and an oppressive silence spread through the huge building, only broken by the zing of metal sliding against metal as the blade was separated from the anvil. Dumbfounded, Tsuna stared at the sword in his hands, gleaming prettily in the morning light.
…Never mind. He had no time for this. He had to get it to Xanxus! Turning to slide down the rock, he-
‘’Sir… You are holding my butt.’’
Tsuna blanched, jerking to steady himself. Regaining his balance, he looked to the left, he looked to the right, behind him, afore him, but no living soul other than him dwelled within the church.
‘’Sir,’’ it came again, ‘’Would you please be so kind as to release it? This is… Um… intimate.’’
Was someone hiding underneath the stone? It couldn’t be the sword, right? Tsuna scratched the back of his neck.
The blade heated up underneath his hand. ‘’Sir, please do not be so forward! The butt of a sword is truly the butt!’’
It- The sword- it-
This couldn’t be happening.
So just as he always did when he was at loss, Tsuna panicked,  dropped any and all things in his hands and screamed.
‘’HIEEEEEEEEEEEE!’’ With a swooping sensation in his gut, Tsuna fell backwards, off the stone. The harsh landing punched the air out his lungs, the stone floor cold against his cheek.
The sword clattered down beside him.
As if the devil was on his heels, Tsuna scrambled backwards, bumped his head harshly against the pews, and then hastily hid behind them.
‘’…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,’’ The voice was soft and gentle this time. ‘’My name is Enma.’’
Tsuna peeked around the corner of the pews, warily eying the sword. But be as it may, etiquette dictated he was to state his name when another gave them theirs, and he would not dishonour the name of Vongola by not doing so. Even if it concerned a sword stuck in a stone.
…Formerly, that was. Because Tsuna pulled it out.
Shivering, he stood up, straightened his back, and shuffled towards the sword again, where it lay in the middle of the aisle, sun reflecting off its shiny surface.
‘’I am Tsunayoshi di Vongola, son of Sir Timoteo. Whose…’’ Tsuna hesitated, ‘’Offspring are you?’’
‘’Well, my full name would be Enma Kozato Simon, Holy Sword in the Stone, son of God, for he forged me.’’
…Forged by GOD?!
Feeling like there was a yawning hole beneath his feet, Tsuna fainted.
From behind the huge church doors, the Wizard Reborn sighed, and stood up to walk towards what would be the Rightful King of England. Prodding the downed boy-King with his boot-clad toes, the wizard Reborn pouted. He had expected an aneurysm at least.
From the floor, Enma squicked, ‘’Sire, would you please help sir Tsunayoshi? He is… indisposed at the moment.’’
Reborn waved him away, enchanting a scarf left on the pews to pick the Holy Sword up. ‘’I am aware, Sir Enma. I had hoped the whole thing would’ve been more amusing, but for some reason, your guard knights are missing.’’
The sword, now snugly wrapped up, chirped. ‘’They went out to win the tournament! They wouldn’t let anybody touch me!’’
Reborn snorted as he lifted sir Tsuna of the floor. ‘’Depriving me of my entertainment by not battling the little prince and abandoning their posts. They’re not very good at guarding you, are they?’’
Enma let out a surprised sound. ‘’But they aren’t guarding me, great wizard!’’
Reborn raised his eyebrow, hoisting sir Tsuna up over his shoulder. ‘’Then what, pray tell, are they defending, if not you?’’
‘’That would be my virtue, sir.’’
‘’…The Lady Adel’s idea, wasn’t it?’’
Author’s note
In Le Morte d’Arthur, it says that the stone was placed ‘’in the churchyard, against the high altar,’’. The high altar in a big church, as this church likely would have been, would be rather high. The stairs would be rather broad, most likely, but for the sake of the story, they were narrow in this case. The image made me laugh, anyway.
Writing this chapter took very long, because however much I wanted to write the next part, something was missing. When a lovely anon on Tumblr send me an incredibly sweet ask about my LalNana stories, I realized I had completely forgotten what to do with Lal after the first chapter. Which was a shame, so she came to hit me up the head and protect Nana!
I had a lot of fun with this chapter!
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The 1000 And One GBA SP Special Editions
I was browsing through my issues of Pokèmon World yesterday and noticed that almost every copy published between the years 2003 and 2004 had at least one new Special Edition GBA SP to show. We're not talking about a few instances, either: Pokèmon World was a monthly subscription, so these special editions were indeed prolific.
When the GBA SP was released in February 2003, it was actually a big deal in the history of portable consoles; it was the first Game Boy to feature a rechargeable battery, implying a great energy and economic improvement, the screen was backlit, so it could be played anywhere without concerning about external light sources, and its folding design contributed to screen preservation (plus, I'm pretty sure the design of the DS was based on the SP). The GBA SP was also the last Nintendo portable console to be actually named Game Boy, as we all know the DS is just called Nintendo DS (seems a bit silly though... I don't find anyhing wrong with the name Game Boy DS). Personally, I owned both the classic GBA and the GBA SP; when the battery case of my classic GBA broke, I decided to switch to SP and never got back: this little jewel has been with me since probably the year 2004, still works perfectly nowadays, and up to this day I still play both GB and GBA titles on it.
The GBA SP was released at the beginning in three standard colours: Silver (AKA Platinum), Black (AKA Onyx/Graphite) and Dark Violet (AKA Cobalt) (the paints used are all opaque, but translucent with a slight “pearly” texture). The rest listed here are all special editions. I'll also try to be cronologically correct, but one can never tell. This could be a nice reference guide for further researches, or as a checklist for whoever is rich enough to collect them all. It'll be also subject to updates from time to time because who knows, maybe Pokèmon World actually missed a few of them in the way. Wikipedia has no complete list of this either, so I guess it's gonna be helpful.
BlastoiseMonster's Guide List For GBA SP Special Editions
- Tribal. Released worldwide as the first special edition of the console, this one is simply a Platinum SP with black, tribal tattoo designs printed on the case. - Pearl Blue. A worldwide special edition release sporting a light, sky blue case. A later edition got released with an even brighter backlit screen. - Pearl Pink. Primarly aimed at the female audience, this special edition is pearly pink. It’s the SP I have! Looking at it in real life, the pink is actually very subtle and leaning more to a silverish tone, which is a good thing. xP A later edition got released with an even brighter backlit screen. - Pearl Green. Special worldwide edition with a subtle, light green tone. A later version got released with an even brighter backlit screen. - Dual Tone Platinum/Onyx. One of the many variants that took advantage of the SP’s foldable design, this one has a black case for the screen and a silver one for the buttons. - Mario VS Donkey Kong. This one got released in bundle with the Mario VS Donkey Kong game: it’s red on the top, silver at the bottom and the upper case has Mario’s “M” logo printed on! - All Blacks. This one is a variant released in New Zealand only! It’s... well, all black, and the front case bears the All Blacks football team logo printed in white. - Classic NES. Aaah, the nostalgia! This cute American and European special edition is painted all over to look like a Nintendo Entertainment System. Its buttons are colored to emulate a NES controller, too! - Famicom (Ver.1). A japanese-only counterpart of Classic Nes edition, painted in white and crimson to emulate the good old Famicom colours, of course. Version 1 is mostly white with the bottom part (battery side) in dark red, with the buttons and screen border of the same colour. - Famicom (Ver.2). An updated version of the japanese Famicom special edition sports a white top and a dark red bottom, painted in gold on the button side to emulate a Fami controller. It war released in honour of the 20th anniversary of the beloved console. - Final Fantasy Tactics. This special edition was bundled with a Final Fantasy game and is of a milky, pearly white colour all over. - Gold. This golden special edition with a brighter screen was exclusively sold in “Toys R Us” stores of both Japan and North America. - China Dragon (iQue). When the GBA SP got released, China had very strict restrictions for game importing, so Nintendo had to release its games throughout the “iQue” brand: this special edition is available only through that brand and in fact bears such a logo on the front instead of the Nintendo one. It’s red coloured on the front, black on the back and sports a very nice black dragon design printed at the top! - Kingdom Hearts Deep Silver. This special variation bundled with a Kingdom Hearts game is silver on the outside cover and dark grey on the inside; it also bears a logo printed at the top and two graphics near the buttons. - Lime Green. Released in North America only, this SP was bundled with Donkey Kong Country (again? how many ports does this game have?) and has a very bright, acid green colour all over. - Naruto. Probably bundled with a Naruto game, this SP is bright orange all over with blue buttons and a white printed logo coming from the anime/manga. - Pokèmon Emerald: Rayquaza. Let’s start with the Pokèmon themed editions! This one is to celebrate the release of Pokèmon Emerald in Japan, and Pokèmon Center stores were the only ones to sell it: it’s emerald green with a silhouette of Rayquaza at the top. - Pokèmon Ruby: Groudon. Of course, Pokèmon Center had to celebrate each third gen Pokèmon release with a new SP! Ruby version is dark red with a close up of Groudon at the top, its eye stands out as it’s printed in yellow. Only 1000 were made! - Pokèmon Sapphire: Kyogre. Pokèmon center exlusive for Pokèmon Sapphire, it’s dark blue with a close up of Kyogre at the top, its eye stands out as it’s printed in yellow. Only 1000 were made! - Pokèmon Fire Red: Charizard. Luckily, some Pokèmon themed special editions got released worldwide, too, like this one for Pokèmon Fire Red: it’s in bright, light red (almost orange) with a white lineart of Charizard on the front and inside. - Pokèmon Leaf Green: Venusaur. Of course, even Leaf Green got it special edition. It’s in bright green (leading towards teal on the inside) with a white lineart of Venusaur on the front and inside. - Pikachu. This very fun worldwide special edition is completely in matte yellow plastic and has Pikachu’s muzzle printed on the top! The buttons are brown and a dark yellow silhouette of the electric mouse can be seen on the inside. - Torchic. Orange is Japan’s national colour, and to celebrate the 5th anniversary of Pokèmon Center, the japanese store chain released a bright, pearly orange SP with the silhouette of Torchic on the top. It’s hard to see in pictures, but the graphic is etched on the case rather than printed. - Rip Curl. A silvery white American and Japanese variant printed all over with the Rip Curl logo, both on the top and in the inside. - Rockman EXE. A japanese exclusive bundled with a Rockman (or, as we call it, Megaman!) game: it’s in bright electrric blue with sky blue buttons and yellow rubber protections above the screen. - Gundam G Generation. Another japanese exclusive, bundled with a Gundam game in bright red with a yellow logo printed on the top. - Swiss Gamer. A Switzerland exclusive! It’s crimson red with a white cross on the top, making it look like Switzerland’s national flag! - Sword Of Mana. This japanese exclusive bundled with the Sword Of Mana game is of a pearly, aqua blue shade. - Who Are YOU? This street art special variant got released in North America: it’s black all over and has a white logo on the front. - Zelda Edition. Probably one of the most famous and beautiful special editions after the Pokèmon ones, this worldwide-released SP is obviously made to celebrate the Legend Of Zelda franchise, bundled with the Minish Cap game; it’s gold painted (a far richer golden hue than the Toys R Us version, I must say!) and has a triforce logo printed at the top. 30 of these units were autographed by Shigeru Miyamoto and given away randomly as a secret prize for the lucky ones who decided to preorder the game! - Samus Satin. The players in Europe, North America or Japan who wanted a special refurbish for their SP could send their own units to the Nintendo headquarters to get it back with this variation; basically, Club Nintendo subscribers could pay 600 points and have their console completely renewed in bright red at the top and orange at the bottom, just like Samus’ space armor.
There’s 34 editions in total, which is indeed an impressive amount! And seeing them all together is quite a show!
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