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The 8 Stages of a McDonald's Date [Childe x Zhongli] 3k words

Summary: Childe asks Zhongli out on a date... to McDonald's.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: Stage 1 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

At the prestigious private high school of Teyvat, where the rich and the intelligent began the beginning sparks of their future business careers, a monumental moment worthy of the history books was about to take place.

Childe was about to ask Zhongli out on a date.

After 8 months of encouragement and private (public, too, sometimes) counselling from the twins and the gang, Childe felt like he was finally 4% prepared for this life-changing event. He did, afterall, pass his original goal of 2.9%.

Yes, Childe was ready for this whether he was ready or not.

He was not.

“Zh-Zhongli…”

A head turn.

“W-will you… go out with me? Like, uhm, on a date?”

Zhongli blinked. “Where?”

Oh shit. Childe had not thought this far ahead. In all their 484 sessions of running through scenarios, never once had Aether or Lumine mentioned the location of where the date would take place. It always ended with brutal rejection or a simple acceptance.

Think, Childe, think. Where would be the best place for a first date?

And like an anime side character who lay dying in a pool of their own blood, Childe recalled enough events from his lifetime to fill 6 episodes. Why, of course. How could he have forgotten the holy shrine of golden arches that sat just a block away from the school.

“McChicken nuggets.”

“Ok.”

Childe jumped with joy.

Zhongli wept. He could finally eat after 5 days.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: Stage 1 Complete :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

ﾟ+:ꔫ:﹤　Stage 2　﹥:ꔫ:+ﾟ

How does one bring about the topic of holding hands?

As Childe and Zhongli made their way across the campus after class hours, Childe began to plan out ways in which he could incite illegal homosexual romance on school grounds.

“H-hey, Zhongli…” Childe began hesitantly.

“Yes?”

��Haha, um, do you… m-maybe want to, um, h—”

Blond hair whizzed by, cutting Childe off short.

“Childe! Let’s go ho—” Aether paused.

Childe wanted to go to heaven.

“Oops, haha, my tongue slipped.” Shooting Childe a devious smirk, Aether turned around and ran off towards his sister, who stood at the entrance gates of the school.

“Hah,” Zhongli sighed, “those two are always scampering off and getting into trouble. We should have invited them to join us on our outing.”

I-invite them? Was he really that uncomfortable to be around?

“B-but isn’t this a date?”

“Precisely. Were you not the one who stated ‘the more the merrier’ when you invited me to the karaoke place with your friends last week?”

“I—”

Childe stopped. He had no words. Did Zhongli even know the difference between a date and a hang out? Well, no matter. Childe was going to make him find out. He rolled up his sleeves and tried again.

“Zhongli, l-let’s hol—”

“Hey man!” A smooth voice suddenly interrupted his love proposal, casting Childe into the depths of despair. A moment later, a heavy arm was slung around his neck. Childe almost coughed up blood.

“Kaeya,” Childe grumbled underneath his breath.

“Childe.”

(“Zhongli,” said Zhongli.)

“So, where are you two lovebirds heading off to?” Kaeya grinned, digging his knuckle into Childe’s head.

Your days are fucking numbered, bitch.

“Hey, leave them alone, Kaeya!” A loud voice came from behind the group. Childe never thought he would be so happy to see another person who was not Zhongli.

A few feet behind them stood Amber, the perky and energetic class rep who always seemed to have your back—if you didn’t get on her nerves, that is.

Amber, you are my shooting star, my white knight, my angel in the midnight darkness, my ride or—

“They’re just friends. There’s nothing going on between them.”

Fucking bitch.

“Ah, actually, Zhongli and I…”

“I do not see a problem with them coming along with us. After all, weren’t you the one who said—”

“AH! Is that Jean and Diluc walking home together?!” Childe thought fast, pointing in the opposite direction of the road.

“Huh? Where?” Amber turned.

“This I have to see.” Kaeya let go of Childe, and turned away from them, following after Amber.

“Ugh, finally they’re—no, not you, too!”

“But I wanted to—”

Fearing that Zhongli might follow after the two idiots, Childe grabbed onto his hand, pulling him down the street towards the golden arch palace.

As they ran past all the other students walking home from their hours of suffering, Childe could think of nothing but the warmth of Zhongli’s hand pressed tightly against his. His surroundings blurred into one huge, colorful blob.

Childe crashed into a metal pole.

He had to let go.

(“Heh heh, sorry about that,” Childe laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I think I would be more concerned about the blood dripping from your head.”)

ﾟ+:ꔫ:﹤　Stage 2 Complete　﹥:ꔫ:+ﾟ

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾　Stage 3　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

After thoroughly wiping off all the blood from his head and nose with a handkerchief provided by Zhongli, Childe was finally able to enter the restaurant without getting kicked out. He politely held the door open for Zhongli because he was a gentleman.

The line stretched on for about half the length of the building.

Now’s my chance. I’ll clarify that this is a date and not a friendly hang out once and for all!

“Zhongli, um, I… I…”

“Hm?” Zhongli blinked quizzically, waiting for the other boy to continue.

“I… need to take a dump.”

For the next ten minutes, Childe stood on top of the toilet seat chanting warding spells against the spirits of bad luck.

He was getting tired of running his one-man clown circus.

“Welcome back,” Zhongli said calmly as Childe dragged himself back into the line to stand next to him.

Please tell me that everyday when I get home from work after we’re married.

“Did you have a nice defecate?”

Never mind.

“N… No.”

“Next!”

The awkward silence was interrupted by the friendly voice of the girl behind the counter. They stepped up to order.

“Hello, welcome to McD—” The girl, Sara, grimaced as soon as her eyes landed on Zhongli. “Oh. It’s you again.”

“Do not fret, I brought my wallet this time,” Zhongli announced, shoving Childe forward.

Am I a joke to you?

Sara blinked, but made no comment.

“What would you like to order?”

“What do you have?”

“We… we have a menu, you know…”

“Excellent,” Zhongli said, hardly sparing a glance at the large TV displays of food. “We’ll take it all.”

“…”

“Zh-Zhong—”

After eight hours and 13 surgeries to remove his kidney, blood plasma, and any other organ that he could live without, Childe was finally able to pay for everything that Zhongli wanted on the menu.

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾　Stage 3 Complete　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚　Stage 4　˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚＊

The weather reports had said that it would be a brutally cold, drafty day with winds strong enough to knock down small trees. So, bearing the freezing gales in nothing but a thin school uniform, Childe sat having his McChicken hamburger at the edge of a steep cliff overlooking the ocean.

God, why must you punish me so?

After Childe had finished payments for their unnecessarily excessive meal (which included a ten year pay plan with interest), Zhongli had promptly walked out the door, leaving Childe to carry everything and follow him.

Bitches be like “I know a place,” then bring you to the edge of a cliff to have a McNugget picnic.

“A most excellent meal,” Zhongli declared, opening his homemade bento box and grabbing a pair of chopsticks.

Y… you’re not even gonna eat it?!!

Zhongli looked up from his meal.

“Is something the matter, Childe?”

“Yeah, I’ve fallen in love with a dumb bitch.”

“Really? What are they like?”

“Dumb and bitchy.”

Zhongli then proceeded to take out a portable stove and began heating up some water.

“Would you like some soothing tea for your heartache?”

“Yes, please.” Childe brought his knees up to his chest and stared out at the churning gray waves as they crashed against the side of the cliff.

He ate his McNuggets in silence.

It started raining.

I think I’m going to go die now.

“Hup,” Childe grunted as he pushed himself back onto his feet. “We should get going now. You’re going to catch a cold.”

Zhongli packed up his things and Childe compressed his year’s worth of food into his backpack. Maybe he could give it to the gang later.

“Um, Zhongli,” Childe called from behind Zhongli as he led the way down the cliffside path. “Why… why did you choose to be here of all places?”

The other boy paused.

“Why?”

He turned to face Childe.

“Because I heard it was romantic, of course.”

Childe’s eyes widened and he felt his face begin to flush, even in the pouring rain. He trained his eyes on the floor, barely able to contain his grin.

“Zh-Zhongli, I also—”

Before Childe could finish his sentence, a loud crash came from behind him. He whipped around seconds before a large wave crashed into them.

＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚　Stage 4 Complete　˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚＊

⋆┈┈｡ﾟ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ Stage 5 ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈┈⋆

Romance is dead.

The two boys trudged home in complete silence, neither one of them daring to bring up what had just happened on the cliff side.

They were both completely drenched to the bone in sea water, and the pouring rain didn’t give any indication of stopping soon. Their date had ended in the worst possible outcome.

This is so fucking awkward…

“Well, this is me,” Zhongli announced, stepping towards one of the nearby neighborhood homes.

“Ah, y-yeah,” Childe mumbled, looking anywhere but Zhongli. “I-I’m heading off, then.”

He turned away, completely ready to finally flee the scene of the crime. Childe begged to every single god he could list off the top of his head that Zhongli would not open his mouth. He just wanted the day to be over with as soon as possible.

“Wait.”

Goddammit.

“Would you care to come in and dry up?”

C-come in? As in, go into his house?

“I-I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Childe declined hesitantly, rubbing the back of his neck. Knowing their luck that day, they would probably somehow manage to commit arson faster than Klee.

“At least let me get you a towel,” Zhongli pressed, turning away before Childe could protest.

Oh, fun.

Zhongli returned a few minutes later holding onto a fluffy, hot pink D*ra the Explorer towel and handed it to Childe as if there was nothing wrong.

“Um, wh-why…”

“Worry not, it was just washed yesterday.”

“That’s not the issue here.”

Childe reached out to grab it, training his eyes intensely onto D*ra’s scrunched up face.

“I… I had fun today.”

Faster than lightning, Childe snatched up the D*ra towel and turned away as fast as he could.

“G-g↝oodnight!” Childe exclaimed. His voice cracked in the most embarrassing way possible. And as Childe raced down the road, he could feel his face heating up and his heart pumping (a bit too quickly) in his chest.

He ran the wrong way.

⋆┈┈｡ﾟ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ Stage 5 Complete ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈┈⋆

.｡❅⋆⍋∞* Stage 6 ∞⍋⋆*❅｡.

Well, I’m never going to school again, Childe decided.

On the way home, he had dropped by the Mora Tree shop and bought himself a humongous bulletin board.

Finally, somewhere to hang all of my Zhongli creep shots. Haha, just kidding.

(I’m only hanging up some of them.)

Instead, Childe began to plan out every single possible route he could take on campus in order to get through all his classes without bumping into Zhongli even once.

“So, if I go down the H-wing hall right after history before turning into the G-wing and ducking between the two portable classrooms, I can avoid Zhongli’s line of site as he exits his class in the F-wing. Then, I’ll wait for him to pass by before sneaki—”

Briiing. Briiing.

“SKIIIYAAAA!” Childe shrieked. He whipped around to find his phone buzzing on his bed with an incoming call.

“Bitch, don’t scare me like that!” He screamed into the phone the second he picked up.

“Gee, did you get dumped or something?” Aether teased.

“Fuck you.”

“Sorry, I don’t swing that way.”

Childe wanted to punch a dumb blonde underclassman.

“So, how’d your date go?” A new voice piped up, belonging to the second half of a chaotic duo.

“Lumine, don’t talk to him! He’s dirty.”

“The hell…?” Childe was now going to add a slap to the punch.

“Actually, I bet you were sitting in your room crying just now and planning out every possible route you can take tomorrow in order to avoid bumping into him.”

Childe sat in silence.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

“… Ok.”

He hung up.

.｡❅⋆⍋∞* Stage 6 Complete ∞⍋⋆*❅｡.

*̩̩̥͙　•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆ 　Stage 7　⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙　*̩̩̥͙

As the early morning sun began to rise over the horizon, shining its brilliant light upon the prestigious high school of Teyvat, a certain orange haired cretin sat hunched over beneath the bushes outlining the school. He had covered himself up from head to toe with joggers, a hoodie, and a face mask and was now looking through his extra handy $1 W*sh binoculars.

Basically, he looked like a pervert.

“Zhongli, Zhongli, Zhon—”

“What the fuck?”

I’ve been seen!

“Childe?”

“Wh-wh-wh-wh-who???”

“C’mon, man,” Childe felt the overhanging branches being brushed aside as a tall, nosy ice lord shoved his way into Childe’s stakeout spot. “Is this about Zhongli dumping you?”

“Why does everyone think he dumped me?!!” Childe whined.

“I mean, you’re literally sitting underneath some bushes on a school campus peeking out of binoculars.”

“… point taken …”

“Look, if you want my advice—”

“I don’t.”

“If you want my advice,” Kaeya repeated through gritted teeth, “you have to think of first loves like lice.”

“Bitch, go the fuck away from me.”

“If you only look at the negatives, then all you see is a scratchy head and a dry scalp. But thinking about it like that only makes it seem much worse than it actually is. Because if you really think about it, these lice will stay with you as your companion for the rest of your life.”

“…”

“Whether you’re sad or lonely or happy, your lice are there with you through all the hardships. Even when your friends betray you, or the rivers begin burning up with fire, or the world falls entirely into chaos, at least you will always have your lice there by your side. And when you wake up each morning, that familiar itchy tingling in your scalp will feel like a good morning kiss.”

“I—”

“Just some food for thought.” Kaeya grinned, standing up and walking off into the sunrise.

“I neither want to eat or think again.” Childe muttered, staring after Kaeya’s retreating figure. How anyone could find such a man attractive was beyond him.

Childe took one last sweep around the school quadrangle and spotted Aether and Lumine standing on the opposite side, laughing and bantering.

“Aetherrrrrr,” Childe called out, running up to them. And before the blonde boy could land a kick in, Childe had wrapped his arms around his neck and began crying profusely.

Childe was emotionally unstable.

“Aether, I don’t know what to do, I—”

Through his watery vision blurred by tears, Childe could barely make out a large brown smudge standing beside Lumine. Was that…?

“Yeah, yeah, just get your marriage dispute over and done with,” Aether grumbled, shoving Childe off of him and towards the figure. “Geez, no need to drag the whole country in on it, too.”

“Uh… haha…” Childe laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

“May I talk to you for a second?”

The bell rang.

“Haha, would you look at the time!” Childe flashed a smile and began to turn away, but was stopped by Zhongli grabbing onto his shoulders with both hands.

“Wait. A-after class… I need to tell you something.”

Childe glanced to the side, his face quickly heating up. “A-after class sh-should be fine…”

*̩̩̥͙　•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆ 　Stage 7 Complete　⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙　*̩̩̥͙

ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ Stage 8 ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ

After class was not fine.

As soon as the bell rang to dismiss the students for lunch, Childe ran through the survival guide he had created last night. He hurried down the H-wing, ducking behind the G-wing classrooms before—

“Augh!”

Standing with his arms crossed and back leaning against the classroom, stood Zhongli, as if he had been expecting Childe to show up here.

“I thought you would be here.”

“Am I that easy to read?”

“No,” Zhongli straightened up and strode towards Childe, closing the distance between them in just two swift steps. “I just know you well.”

“Ah…” Childe trained his eyes on the floor.

“And about the other day,” Zhongli went on, “I apologize. I should not have acted that way, especially on our first date.”

Oh my gosh, he said the ‘d’ word!

“You know,” Zhongli unconsciously leaned closer, and Childe's senses suddenly amplified. “You should not go along with everything I say, even if it is on the first date.”

“Y-yes…”

“You are looking kind of red. Are you okay?”

“M-mm-hm.”

“Want to be my boyfriend?”

“Mm, su-sure…”

Wait…

…

,,,

“WH-WHAT?!!”

“Boyfriend.”

“A-are you sure?”

“To be honest, no, I am not,” Zhongli said, taking a step back. Childe finally found the courage to look up. Zhongli, who was usually so stoic and indifferent, was now blushing so inordinately that Childe was at a loss for words.

“But, these past few days, I have had the honor of looking through a window into your life, and,” he swallowed, “it has made me conclude that I really want to get to know you. I want to laugh with you and be the cause of your laughter. And if you say ‘yes,’ I promise I will do my best to make you happ—”

“Uuuuunnnhh,” Childe groaned out, covering his reddening face with his hands. He leaned his head against Zhongli’s shoulder, who, in turn, wrapped his arms gently around Childe’s waist in a shy, but comfortable hug. “I… I need a moment.”

“Is it okay for me to take that as a yes?”

“Y-yeah… idiot.”

Zhongli reached up to grab Childe’s hands, pulling them away from his face.

“May I…?”

Without thinking, Childe swung his arms around Zhongli’s neck, pulling him closer and gently kissing him on the lips.

Zhongli blinked when Childe pulled away.

“I was asking for your number.”

“Oh.”

Childe began construction on a guillotine for himself.

ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ Stage 8 Complete ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ

No one dared to comment on how or where Childe managed to get so much McDonald's for lunch.

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Hey, I'm Clef. Thank you so much for reading!

I've been posting my fanfictions on ao3 for a long time, but I wanted to try out tumblr. I used to read a lot of fanfictions on here, but I never fully figured out how to use it. This is an old fic from 2020, but I really enjoyed writing it.

I'll probably be uploading a few of my other old fics onto here so stay tuned if you enjoyed this one!

Read it on ao3!

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theghostofblackbunnymask · 4 years ago

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May I ask for yandere Punz alphabet? 🙋🏾‍♀️

Author's note- Of course Love! (I don't remember if I proof read this or not)

Warnings- Gaslighting, Murder, Dehumanizing someone, Starvation, Dehydration, Greed, Drowning, Physical Abuse, Cults Mentioned (Eggpire), Lack of freedom and No freedom of speech.

Yandere Punz Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Punz isn't the most affectionate guy out there, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like cuddles and stuff.

Punz main form of showing affection is gift giving, giving various gifts such as jewelry and clothing.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Since Punz is a Mercenary, he knows how to get rid of evidence quite well, so if he were to kill someone, nothing of their will be found, not even the body.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Punz wouldn't really mock you, but he'd definitely tease you about how easy it was and how you should've learned how to fight.

Punz would give your space since getting a new home takes time to get use to, so Punz will respect your space for at least 2 months, and if you're not use to it by then, too bad!

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Killing people, and forcing you spend time with the Egg, and maybe even forcing you to join the Eggpire if you're not immune to the Egg.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Punz let's his guard down when he's around you, because he knows how easy he can take advantage of you, so he doesn't need to worry if you hurt him, cause he would just say he didn't feel a thing.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would find it hilarious, this man is a lover of chaos, so you fighting him like this makes him love you even more, but sooner or later he'll just get bored and give you a punishment.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Yeah it's a game to him, reminds him of when he and the Dream Team would play manhunt, so he'll just treat it as such. He'll most likely find you in a day or 2, but if the egg helps than within a few hours.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

You pissed Punz off, and by pissed I mean pissed. Punz dragged you by your hair and held a knife to your throat, slowly digging it into your neck, and in front of you is one of your family members or friend, who is tied to a table.

Punz would tell you to kill them as he digs the knife into your neck as it begins to bleed, and he'll also say the sooner you kill them the less damage your neck will have.

And if you don't kill them, Punz would yell, insult and Gaslighting you into doing it, seeing you stab the body of your loved one over, and over and over again, until they stop moving. You crying while blood is all over your hands, shirt and face, and not to mention you can barely make a sound due to your throat. Punz would call you a good doll before sitting you down and patching up your neck, in the same room as the dead body.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind or/with their darling?

To live in a mansion and be fucking rich, while causing chaos within the server.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

If Punz is jealous by someone he doesn't know/care about, it's on sight, he's killing them with no second thoughts.

Now if it was one of his friends (Ex: Dream), then he'll tell them to back off.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Punz is pretty chill around his Darling, but he will threaten and hurt them if they misbehave.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Punz would most likely flirt with you and invite you to Manhunt games, and maybe even give you things you like.

Punz would also send you letters and be kinda romantic.

Punz would basically be a simp.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

I mean, it really depends, because Punz can and will hurt you, but he's also pretty chill and respects some of your privacy.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Depends on what you did.

If you pissed him off by misbehaving or annoying him, he'll most likely put you on a collar and a leash, tie you to a pole in a pitch black basement and keep you there with no food and water for a few days.

If you escaped, HAH, enjoy going insane for the next few hours cause he's hunting you down. And once he gets you back he'll probably stick your head underwater and drown you, and after he would force you to say things like you love him and you'll never leave him.

If you were to insult or disrespect the Egg, this man would either A- Take one of your canon lives, or B- Beat you until you can barely move, and then starving you for 2 weeks.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Freedom, Freedom of wearing what you want, being humanized and the freedom to think for yourself

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Punz is pretty patient with his Darling, but, depending on what it is he could lose it rather quickly.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If his Darling dies, Punz would beg the Egg to bring them back, and if the Egg can't bring them back he'll visit your grave everyday and leave gifts for you, and and he'd keep some of your items so you would always be with him.

You already know what happens if you escape.

Bold of you to assume you can leave Punz by saying you don't want to date him anymore.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

I don't think he'll feel bad, yeah he may be upset because you don't want to be with him, but that doesn't make him regret what he did.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Possibly the greed for more.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

If you scream because of him, Punz would tell you to shut up. But if it's because of someone else, he would demand every piece of info about that person.

If you cry (Not punishment related) he'd comfort you and give you some of your favorite snacksl

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He'll treat you more like a pet than a person.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

The fact that Punz can be a simp sometimes, not all the time, but sometimes this man's lovesickness is too much to contain.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Only if necessary.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

When Punz is in simp mode he will worship you and do whatever you want, if it makes you happy he'll do it.

If he's just normal Punz then he wants you to worship him, like a good puppy.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

3-4 years.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

His main goal is to break you and then morph you into his perfect pet.

#punz x reader #punz oneshot #punz imagine #yandere dream smp #yandere dream #yandere dream x reader #yandere mcyt #yandere mcyt x reader #Yandere Punz #mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #dreamsmp x reader #dream smp

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nemeseos-noctua · 4 years ago

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For Xiao, Zhongli and Albedo: what if their s/o (separate) made a song for them https://youtu.be/n8g-LdDf-pA note: S/O isn't immortal haha but they made the song in case they probs leave just to reassure their beloved loses them and uses it as some lullaby for them or something--

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: xiao, zhongli, albedo (separate) x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: mentions of death, xiao & albedo & zhongli story spoilers, not proofread

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: for those wondering: the song is abt finding ‘you’ (the characters in this case) over and over again, even after death. bc you (reader) are never truly gone bc u were in their (the characters) hearts

also srry if i trailed off w this request!! i didnt know whether u wanted an angst or fluff ending!

stares at u menacingly

is this. FORESHADOWING. that ur gonna DIE. hello?!

once you clear it up that it’s just merely a song because you’re a mortal and he’s not, he’ll relax a bit

but then he’ll get a lil sad 😔

he knows. he knows death is inevitable, even for someone like him. he knows, one day, one day he will be alone again

but he wishes it didn’t have to be this way. the adeptus xiao, wishing for a happiness so unobtainable...

Xiao was silent as you sang him your melody. The lyrics were so concise—yet, he felt as though you had rammed a spear into his heart multiple times.

He knew you were not permanent. That you were but a temporary, fleeting mortal soul, a soul who’d disappear like a wisp in the wind.

Your song—it reminded him of the Dihua Flute he had heard all those millennia ago. It reminded him of the eons he had spent, alone, the eons he had spent, cold.

All of those memories he had hidden in the corner of his brain, racking up cobwebs ever since you came. You were the light that’d pierce through the darkness of the night, the darkness of his mind. You were someone so, so much more than a ‘mortal’ he had dubbed you as.

And yet, he wished he could dub you as anything, anything but ‘mortal’. Mortals meant temporary, mortals meant erasable.

But you, you were not erasable. Never, never, ever. For as long as he’d live, as long as his name was ‘Xiao’.

You—you were the person whom he’d fallen in love with. [L/N] [Y/N].

he’d memorize the lyrics and tune of your song

though—as long as you live, he never wants to hear it again. hearing it once had already sent him into a dysphoric state, a state of which he seemed to mourn the future, to mourn what was about to come

and though—and though xiao knows, he knows you will leave him, that you will disappear like the rest...

he wants to believe. with his arms wrapped around you, with his hand clasped in yours, he wants to believe you will be by his side for eternity

The moon was silent, opening up a pathway for the Vigilant Yaksha as teal strands of hair fluttered with the wind, dancing like a needle and thread.

Long ago, you were by his side. Long ago, you had sang these same words to him—

“I’ll love every version of you.

And you’re never truly gone

As long as a part of you in me lives on.”

The world was quiet without you.

Maybe because—because it wasn’t you who was singing the song.

zhongli will have a bittersweet smile etched onto his face

he, like xiao, has come to accept the fact that you are but a fleeting life in the sands of time. and though it pains him greatly—zhongli has suffered many, many losses

though, that does not mean yours is numb to him. goodness, no! if anything, yours would sting him for an eternity

but zhongli knows, for his wisdom is unmatched. he knows that he should take this time with you and spend it to the best of his expenses. he knows that though you may not be with him for the next hundreds of years, to have you in these mere decades is enough for him

and though his heart is already beginning to brace itself for a swan dive into the future, he—he, the mortal zhongli—will love you in this lifetime, and the next, and the next

“Did you arrange the lyrics yourself? They are quite beautiful, love,” Zhongli smiled, though, you did not miss the way his amber eyes flickered in melancholy.

“Hehe, yeah! I made this song for you, Zhongli! Because I know...” You trailed off, rubbing the back of your neck bashfully as the consultant wrapped his arms around you, the warmth of his body and the beat of his heart pounding against his chest.

Walking among mortals—Zhongli is reminded, time and time again, life is temporary. It always is, and always will be—even to someone such as himself.

Eternity was impossible, unreachable, but the ex-archon must admit...

He wanted to spend eternity with you.

albedo had told you of his concerns, of how he’s afraid to one day destroy mondstadt

it was obvious how he hinted the fact that he may break up with you. not because he fell out of love per se, but for your own good.

and, a part of you had wished he had given you a chance. yet, you knew, you knew he did. he loved you, he loved you like how he loved alchemy, he loved you like how the sun would nurture and care for plants after the darkness of the night—

yet once again, albedo pulled through. he did it for you, he stopped loving you for— you

but you will never stop loving him.

Albedo sat in the corner of his camp, the fire doing nothing to alleviate the cold of his heart.

He was alone. Again. The alchemist somehow always found himself in this situation—lost, forgotten, tossed away like a used beaker.

But then he remembered, hah. It wasn’t him who was tossed away, it was you. It was your crestfallen face when Albedo ‘broke up’ with you, stating how he was ‘busy’ with experiments that you knew were just him shielding you from his inevitable doom.

Somehow, his mind always trailed back to you... as it always did. Whenever he felt powerless, the mere thought of your voice and laugh somehow brought him back to the known, back to hope.

“But my love, I will hold you close to me.

‘Till you fade from my arms peacefully.”

The melody of that song you had strummed just for him still replayed in his mind like a broken stereo, like an endless music box that’d be played whenever he fell down.

Never before has Albedo wished to forget you—but, during this time, during this freezing snowy night,

He wished you never brought him warmth, for he feels colder than before.

— constellations! 💫

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Pity the Living

Daniel Sharman x Reader Series

A/N: The Much Requested, and By Requested, I mean @rogershoe wanted me to write this, MY DANIEL SHARMAN FANFICTION!!!!!! The character that Y/N plays is based on my OC for FTWD and is not an actual character in FTWD. Basic Premise of the setting for this chapter is that they're in high-school/ secondary school. But for the majority of the story(minus flashbacks) it's set in 2016/17 when s3 of FTWD was filmed.

Story Summary: When (Y/N) (L/N) reunites with a high-school friend on the set of the job she's been working on for the past 2-3 years, not only is she excited to work with the guy who inspired her to go into acting, but to hear about what he's done since she's seen him. But the more they talk, the more she realizes, this reunion is not going the way she had planned.

CW: Cursing? brief mention of alcohol, anxiety, mentions of food, fake dagger, fake blood, bets,

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Career Day

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Most of the students around you were chorusing to the tune of your school anthem, but not you. You had heard the melody and sung it almost a million times. Whether you were exaggerating or not, not even you knew. Instead, you were whispering and laughing with one of your best friends, Daniel Sharman.

You met Daniel when you first came to the school. You didn't know many people. You didn't even know yourself in this place. It was a completely foreign experience, but he stuck by your side and showed you around.

Since then, you had made friends, joined the swim team, learned your way around the school without ending up in the boys' restrooms instead of the girls' ones. Despite not needing Daniel to show you around anymore, he still provided plenty of comedic support and pick-me-ups and was a great mate all around.

Your teacher had just finished introducing all the parents who were presenting at career day. The assignment being after the presentations were finished, you were supposed to think about what you wanted to be in the future. You had no idea what you wanted to be. But of course… Daniel did.

"An actor."

"An actor?" he nodded. "Like Macbeth?"

"No, Macbeth is a character. An actor is a person who plays the character."

"Why an actor?"

"Dunno. Just seems right."

You frowned. "Huh, that's nice. Knowing what you want to be."

"You could always try acting. It's worth a shot."

"Hah, if I ever tried acting, it would probably be when I'm old, senile, and look like Betty White."

"Oh, come on. You're a great actress!"

"What's that supposed to mean, Sharman?" you gasped.

"Just that you tell fibs and stories as if they were the truth. That's all acting is."

"I DO NOT!"

"How did you convince your mum that your dog jumped onto the table and ate the cake without making any noise last weekend, then?" You opened your mouth to speak before closing it.

"Cat got your tongue?" he teased.

"Shut up, Sharman."

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L/N Residence

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You and Daniel were both swimming in the pool in your backyard when Daniel asked you the question.

"Did you think about it?"

Still floating, you asked, "About what?"

"Acting."

You laughed incredulously. "You were serious?"

"Of course I was." He swam closer to you and pulled your leg down, making you flop around and splash water.

"WHAT THE HELL!"

"Was just trying to get your attention," he remarked innocently.

You coughed. "You had it."

"Picture this," he waved you off. "Us, on the red carpet-"

"Who's red carpet?"

"Does it matter? We'll be each other's dates anyways."

"Why is that?" you asked.

"Because we're best friends."

"What if one of us has a boyfriend or girlfriend?"

He shrugged. "Ok, whatever. We're on the red carpet separately. It's both of ours red carpet-"

"So, does that mean we're in a movie together?"

"Yes, Y/N," he muttered exasperatedly.

"But that's impossible?"

"Why do you say that?"

You leaned closer to his ear. "BECAUSE I'M NOT BECOMING AN ACTOR."

He jumped away from you, proceeding to splash you with water.

"Mark my words. I know talent when I see it."

You sighed. "Could this just be you not wanting to be lonely in the acting world?"

He jutted his lip and spoke in a whiny voice. "Maybe…"

You laughed before splashing a giant wave of water at him. While he still had water in his eyes, you dove under and pulled him down.

He flailed around before his head popped up, and he calmed down.

"WHAT THE HELL!"

"PAYBACK, SHARMAN!"

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Announcement

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The intercom gave a heavy buzz, and static-y noises ran amok over the building before a voice actually came through the speakers.

"Hello, Teachers, Students, and Faculty. Welcome back to school. We hope that you all enjoyed your holidays and got the rest you needed to pay attention in class today," the last part was passive. Your principal gave more announcements for clubs and sports around the school, such as upcoming games or reminders for students to buy the school yearbook.

You were nodding along interested, or looking for interest really when something caught your best friend's attention.

"The school will also be hosting its first-ever play, Romeo and Juliet. Interested people should report to the music room before the end of the week to receive information."

You saw Daniel's eyes widen only moments before he spoke up. "Hey," he waved at you. "You should audition!"

"Daniel, are you insane?"

He chuckled, "No, but I think you'd like it."

You tried arguing, but he wasn't taking no for an answer. "You're the one who said you didn't know what you wanted to do after you graduated. Doing this cannot hurt."

"Yeah, it can't hurt until I trip on my costumes and break my neck!"

"That rarely ever happens," he said exasperatedly. "Ok, how about this? You audition, and if you end up getting a role and actually doing the play, I'll give you fifty pounds."

You squinted. "Do you even have fifty pounds to give me?"

"Do you even have to ask," he feigned shock in the accusation? You gave a sour face before he truthfully answered. "Fine, I don't have it now. But I will by the time the play comes around."

"What do I get just for auditioning?"

"I'll convince my mum to make that cake you like."

"Fine."

"BUT!" he exclaimed. "You have to audition for Juliet."

"You're kidding?"

He laughed. "No, I'm not. You have to audition for Juliet."

"I hate you," you mumbled before sighing a whispered 'fine.'

He gave a toothy smile. "Then we have a deal."

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Auditions

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You reluctantly walked onto the stage, Daniel's widening grin so visible in the audience. He said that he only put his name on the audition sheet so he could watch the auditions. He would've already been gone by the time it was his turn.

"Hello, My name is Y/n L/n, and I am auditioning for Juliet," your lips pressing into a straight line after saying the sentence.

You stammered through your first few lines. "Sh-Shall I speak ill of him— that is my husband?" You said with a laugh.

"Ah," you paused and clicked your tongue. "Poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name… When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?"

You said your following line in an accusatory manner. "But wherefore, villain... didst thou kill my cousin?" you said, though your voice squealed trying to pronounce 'didst.' "That villain cousin would have killed my husband."

"Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring!" Your voice rose and fell several octaves. "Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy." Fake tears spring to your eyes, your voice cracked, and you began slowly falling against an invisible wall.

You looked down at your paper for what to say next. "My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband. All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?" You wiped your cheeks dramatically.

"Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, That murd'red me. I would forget it fain;" your lips quivered, and you sucked in deep, heaving breaths before speaking your line.

"But O, it presses to my memory. Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners' minds! 'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo--banishèd!" You shouted.

You stood back up in a startling jump, and with a proud smile, you said triumphantly, "And Scene!"

The directors and some students in the audience, especially Daniel, gave a round of applause before the director dismissed you.

You took the steps to the stage and sat next to Daniel as the director called the next student to audition.

"You were amazing! The director might as well have given you the role right then and there."

You laughed, "Hang on, charmer. There were a bunch of Juliet's who literally said that entire thing so… fluently. I stammered through the whole thing."

"But you showed more emotion than anyone else. You only had a week to prepare. The actual show will be like child's play."

"They want people who can memorize and recite. The emotion can be added later, but it's worth nothing if they forget their lines."

"There is such a thing called improvising for a reason," he reassured.

"Who in their right, bloody minds wants to improvise Shakespeare?"

He turned his head and chuckled before waving a five-pound note in front of your face. "Here, I got to go before they call me, but you earned this at least."

"Five pounds for being forced to audition for a stupid play so you can prove a point? Wow, you must really fancy me, huh, Sharman?" you said sarcastically.

"Goodbye, L/n," he whispered before sneaking out the back door of the auditorium.

"Alright, next up. Daniel Sharman!" The director shouted your friend's name a few more times before giving up.

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Headmasters Office

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A week after your audition, you were called to the headmasters' office. Thus is the cause of the curious looks from your classmates. Oohs and Aahs flooded your ears as you grabbed your bag and headed out the door to the front of the school.

When you got to the front of the building and went into the headmasters' office, you saw the Theatre director, Ms Parker, standing behind the desk. "Headmaster Leo allowed me to use his office to do this. Isn't that cool?"

Ms Parker was one of the younger teachers in school. She was twenty-four, and this was her first year teaching after receiving her bachelor's degree in education and a master's degree in music production. A fact she could astoundingly ramble about for fifteen minutes. As proven at the auditions.

"I didn't want to call you to the theatre room. That would be too predictable, correct?" You'd come to realize she was a very eccentric woman. "I have called you in here to inform you that you have been selected to perform in this year's play of Romeo and Juliet."

A wave of shock coursed through your body, and you were sure it reflected on your face. "Are you sure?"

"Darling, I'm positive!- your audition was totally spectacular! So brilliant-in fact- that I am completely sure in my choice to make you our female lead- Juliet!"

"What!" Your eyes widened into a blank stare. Your thoughts were running rampant in your mind. You thought that performing on the stage would be a breeze when you weren't the lead.

"Ms Parker, I didn't actually want the part of Juliet! It's just that my friend dared me to audition for Juliet! Is there no way I can get a smaller part? I'm no Juliet. The show would be ruined," you rambled.

The directors' facial expressions softened, "Darling, you are the only choice. None of the other people who auditioned can even compare to the amount of passion you produced in that audition. I am determined to have you as our Juliet."

You whimpered out an "Ok." Professors had a strange way of convincing you to do extra credit assignments or things that aren't necessary.

"We have a chemistry read for you and a few of our other choices for Romeo after school today. Do you need to contact a parent to let them know where you'll be?"

"Uh, yes, please."

After you made your call, you walked back to your classroom with shaky hands. The class period was almost over, but you had to tell Daniel that you had gotten a part in the show. Not just any part- THE PART!

You shuffled into the classroom reluctantly. All eyes were on you as every student had assumed you'd been in trouble. Either suspended, expelled, or told your parents were going to have a sit-down with the headmaster.

You took your seat next to Daniel before taking out a piece of paper and writing out a note, encompassing the words, "I got the part!"

You slid the sheet discreetly onto his desk. When he read it, his eyes widened, and he quietly moved his hands toward yours, beckoning for a high five.

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First Rehearsal

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After the chemistry read, the role of Romeo was given to a kid named James Mercer-Allen got the part. Though it was more because the directors were starting to become tired.

The next day was the first rehearsal. Swimming season was last semester, so there was no clash in schedules with the play.

"Alright, this rehearsal is to get acquainted with the stage, your fellow actors, and directors," she insisted. "Now, let's introduce ourselves. Can our Romeo please stand up?"

James stood up and gave a brief introduction. You were called on next. You stated your name, "I was on the swim team last semester, and I'm in my thirteenth year. I hope I can do this role justice."

More students stood up to introduce themselves. The entire process took more than thirty minutes.

The next thing to happen was that the rest of the students were called to recite lines for various roles. The only parts that had been cast preliminarily were Romeo and Juliet.

You and James had sat on the wooden stools unless there was a scene going on that needed Romeo and/or Juliet.

By the end of the first rehearsal, the majority of the speaking roles were cast. You went home exhausted but not expecting the conversation that waited for you.

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The Talk

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"We're moving?" you shouted at your parents from your seat across from them in the sitting room. "What do you mean we're moving."

"Honey, your dad got a job in the states, so we have to move," your mother argued.

"But what about school? No school will take me in the middle of the year, and it's my last year of secondary school. I don't want to spend the rest of my last year knowing nobody."

Your dad, the man of the hour, spoke up. "Dear, we're moving at the end of the year. After school ends."

"But- What about Uni?"

"You said you were taking a sabbatical year!"

"Yes, so I could intern in London!"

"Can't you intern in California?" Your mother whined.

"We're going to California? It's the furthest state?"

Your dad attempted to reassure you but failed. "Darling, it won't be that bad. Maybe you'll like it there more than you like it here!"

"I could never like anywhere more than I like it here!"

You agreed to go to your room and spent the rest of the day there. Later on, after you finished moping, you ringed up your closest friends to tell them you were moving. You did that until you were so tired you fell asleep on the phone with Sarah before you even called Daniel.

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Confrontation

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"Why am I hearing from everyone besides you that you're moving?" Daniel appeared out of thin air behind you, and the accusation was an assault on your conscience.

You could lie and tell him that you wanted to reveal that to him in person, or you could just tell him the truth- say you fell asleep. Mix-and-Match? You ended up just telling the truth. "I fell asleep when I was making some of my other calls. I was going to tell you, I swear!"

"Why didn't you call me first. I'm your best friend?"

"That's why! It was too hard. I kept putting it off and putting it off and putting it off because I didn't want to tell you, I don't want it to be true, and telling you of all people would make it feel real."

"Why can't you stay for Uni?"

"I already told my parents I was taking a gap year. I didn't apply to any colleges."

"Crap!" he sighed. "Ok, well, we're going to have to make the most of it. And! You're getting a going away party!"

"Daniel, I don't need-"

"No debate! You are getting a going away party!"

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Opening Night

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Four months later, after all the rehearsals and memorizations of lines. After much running around the entire film department, it was finally opening night, and your nerves were shot.

You were scrambling all morning to find everything you needed. All your costumes were at the school, but you still needed to bring your black leotard, skin-coloured tights, and wear your hair in an up-do style.

You decided to do your skincare routine, but your panic got the best of you, and you forgot what every single product was used for.

Daniel came over and helped you get ready but found you practically hyperventilating.

Your parents drove you both to the theatre, and when Ms Parker told you that Daniel couldn't be backstage, you promptly told her that he was your emotional support. After much arguing, she finally let him backstage.

Around an hour before showtime, the director told Daniel that he had to go wait in the audience if he already bought his ticket or that he had to go do it now.

Before he left, he gave you a pep-talk. "Hey, so one time, I was in this play, and the idea was that I was expelled, and there was a piece of paper I had to give my 'mother,' but I lost it. So we had to improvise, but I couldn't find the paper, and I felt horrible. So just know, even if you forget your lines, you must improvise, and remember, it still probably won't compare to the embarrassment I felt that day. So you can laugh at my humiliation. "

You chuckled, "I will. Ok, go before you get in trouble."

"Ok, me, our parents and all your friends will be in the front row. I've already reserved the entire row. I brought a whole bag of jackets just for that reason!"

"You can't do that," you said in between cackles.

"For you, I'll do anything," he grinned.

A few hours later and the show was almost done. "What's here? A cup, closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end," you wept.

"O, churl! Drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after? I will kiss thy lips; Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, to die with thine restorative." You leaned over James and let your hair fall to the side of your head to cover your face. You pulled back without actually kissing James.

"Thy lips are warm."

A whispery voice came from offstage, "Which way?" The cue for you to take the poison, which was actually cranberry juice.

"Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!" You grabbed the dagger and brought it near your chest. "This is thy sheath;" you drew the fake knife back three inches from your chest and stabbed it to where the bag of more cranberry juice was and punctured the bag. 'Blood' soaked through your dress. "There rust, and let me die." You fell dramatically onto the altar and waited for the scene to end as the crowd cheered.

After the show, you dashed into the crowd where your friends and family waited for you. Ovations and Applauses were passed, lauded boxes of chocolates and gorgeous roses were given.

When you got to Daniel, he practically tackled you with a hug. "I actually thought you died for a split second. The blood looked so real."

"Daniel, most people don't bleed that fast, do they?"

"I don't know but fear kicked in, and I couldn't make sense of anything."

You grinned and almost went to your parents before Daniel grabbed your arm. "You don't have a date to the Leavers ball, do you?"

"No, I don't. Why?"

He sighed. "Well, I was thinking that you could go with me. I don't have a date either."

You squinted, thinking there was some ulterior motive behind his actions. "Ok, I'll go with you if you give me the money you owe me before then."

"It's right here," he smiled.

Your face scrunched up, but you reluctantly agreed. You only had a month of school left, and you might as well spend it having fun with your friends.

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The Leavers Ball and the Getaway Party

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You were dressed in a light blue, pleated, Mikado prom dress that cut off at mid-thigh. You had black wedges on your feet and a black pearl-beaded bracelet on your arm.

You were wearing a half-up, half-down style that framed your face and a silver necklace with a circle-shaped diamond.

You were sitting in the parlour when Daniel rang the doorbell. He was ten minutes late.

"Sorry," he said when your dad answered it. "I know I'm late. I was picking up Kat and James."

Kat and James were your and Daniel's respective friends who'd started last year after you and Daniel introduced them.

"Hi," you popped out of the shadows. "Alright, Mom, Dad, we're late, so we're just going to get goi-"

"Wait! I have to take pictures! Go get Kat and James."

"No, Mom. No pictures!"

"It's only right. I just want a few. We can take it outside."

You sighed but reluctantly caved into your mother's will.

The four of you took pictures outside of Daniel's Jeep Wrangler. You took ones with silly faces, just girls, just boys, and ones with all four of you before your parents allowed you to leave.

You were forty minutes late, and the ball was already in full swing by the time you got there.

You got on the dance floor immediately because one of your favourite songs was playing, but the DJ switched the song as soon as you found a decent spot. It was a slow song. You chuckled, and Daniel put his hands on your waist.

"Well, this is awkward."

A few minutes later, Daniel posed an interesting question.

"Did you know that I had a crush on you when you first came to school?"

"Uh, you stammered. "No, I didn't know that."

"Yeah, I did. It was short, though. Surface-level."

"Oh," you said. "Should I take offence to that?"

"What?" His eyes widened in realization with what he said. "No, that's not what I meant. You have an amazing personality. I just meant that… I just meant I like you more as a friend than to ruin that with any of those feelings."

"Oh, ok. You wouldn't have, though."

"I wouldn't?"

"No, everyone needs an ego boost every once in a while."

"Haha!"

"And besides, I've had feelings for you at one point too. But it was very cliche, so I tried to shake it as hard as I could."

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows. "And did you?"

"Like I said, as hard as I could. If it's still there somewhere, it's buried very deep, so much so that I was embarrassed."

"Embarrassed to like me?"

"I mean embarrassed to try and make my life seem like some movie."

"Oh, well, if you did, it would've just made you that much better as an actress. Speaking of that, would you consider acting in the least?"

"Maybe, now that I'm leaving, it's basically the last thing I have to connect me to you."

"No," he said, pointing to your bracelet. "You have that."

You had forgotten that it was Daniel who gave it to you, but the realization brought a smile to your face. "Oh yeah, I'll never take it off."

Later on, long before the ball ended, you saw many of your friends leaving.

"Hey, are you ready to go?" Daniel approached you.

"Where is everyone going?"

He wriggled his eyebrows. "Afterparty!"

"But it's not over?"

"Quit being a party popper and just come with us, L/N!"

You gave in, something you did a lot, and you all started driving. When you got there, you realized you were at Daniel's house.

"The afterparty is at your house?" you asked.

"Well…" James answered.

Kat joined in. "It's really an afterparty!"

"This is your going away party!" Daniel finished.

"But I'm not going away for another month."

"Well, now you have an entire month for people to give you gifts and stuff, and you don't have to worry about the party!" He reasoned.

"But why did it have to be after the Leavers ball?"

"Because you're already in a dress, and it has to be a surprise! Surprise!" Kat exclaimed.

"Alright, fine!"

The entire night you partied and danced, and though you didn't drink alcohol, plentiful amounts of pop and mocktails were passed around. The music was a delight to your ears with all your favourite songs. There were chips and pizza with all your favourite toppings.

"This party is awesome!"

Daniel grinned. "Well, I am an amazing party planner if I do say so myself."

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

Airport

☆◦ 。／｜＼。◦☆

Daniel's parents drove your family to the airport. Your parents had sold the car. Your dad would return in a week to close a deal on the house. Everything was official, and now you were leaving.

You got out of the car, and the tears forcefully began to fall.

"I'm really gonna miss you, jerk," you said disdainfully to Daniel.

He chuckled. "I'm going to miss you more."

"Impossible!"

He wiped the fallen tear from your eye, and for a moment, you could see every single multi-coloured speck in his eyes and noticed how sometimes they looked blue, and at others, they looked grey or green.

You noticed the curvature of his smile and the chisel of his jawline.You saw the hurt in his eyes that said, 'why do you have to go? You're killing me,' and wanted to never move from that position.

He continued to rub the tears that fell onto your cheek, and the sad moment was as sheltered as it could be. You felt safe with him, in his arms, just looking at his face and being reminded of how he comforted you in a place that felt as familiar as Oz felt to Dorothy.

"What am I gonna do without you?" you whispered.

"Get at least one acting job, get an assistant and an agent, I'll do the same thing, and then either one of us has our assistants reach out to our agents, so we get back in touch in case we ever lose touch."

He sounded so grave that you couldn't help but laugh. "That's assuming I do become an actress, Daniel."

"You're right," he whined. "But don't forget me."

"I promise."

And you tried to keep that promise. Throughout your first year, you interned at UCLA, working in the lab. You then applied to go to school there, and you still tried to keep Daniel in your mind. Maintaining a social life on campus combined with schoolwork already wasn't easy. However, you still wouldn't let yourself forget your best friend.

It wasn't until you entered your senior year and you were about to graduate that he started to wane in your memories. The things you did together became obsolete as new friends and memories replaced the old. The things he taught you were thrown out to make space for the new lessons you learned each day.

Even when you did become an actress, you never really remembered why you decided to. You remembered that your friend pushed you to do that play, but it was almost ten years ago, and for the life of you, you couldn't remember his name.

But you did do it, first as an extra, then a body double, and then you started getting l roles on smaller shows. But your big break was getting a quasi-lead role on the spin-off of a big television show, The Walking Dead. For two years, you enjoyed going to conventions and playing the complex character, Valeria Bishop, and you thought you had it all figured out.

But life has a funny way of coming full circle and throwing you a curveball that knows you off course and changes your life.

#Daniel Sharman x reader #daniel sharman fic #Daniel Sharman imagine #Daniel Sharman fluff #Daniel Sharman angst #very angsty #ftwd imagine #twd imagine #troy otto imagine #dylan obrien imagine #that last one is for exposure #I have no regrets

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that-one-weeb-but-starwars · 4 years ago

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My Love| Echo (part 6 beejesus...)

Notes: this ones short my bad, also this way shock you. I also have a strong urge to make hondo show up perhaps in the Future

Warnings: sad flashbacks, death and disease mentioned, cannablistic mentions (not eating anyone but like the word), cursing,

Reader: Male

Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 3.5 | 4 | 5 | 6 (you're hah here)

Masterlist

That wasn't possible.

"What a shame." Maul spoke, turning himself around and walking away the Pyke leader following him.

This was wrong.

"If we came for this it better be important." Hunter spoke snatching the drive, "we leave now,"

"Me and Jacob they'll return you to your ship." The teen spoke up, "but be quick we'll need to leave with the transports."

It was a silent stealthy journey back to the ship, Echo being pushed along the way by Wrecker mostly as he was trying to process what was being told to him.

So...Y/n was dead? No that was possible- they couldn't of killed everyone.

He walked onto the ship the twins wishing them luck as they rushed back off into the darkness. He took a seat on his bunk, removing the head gear and mask, his gaze trapped within the grain of the metal.

"Tech get us out of here." Hunter demanded.

Wrecker watched Echo, his brows furrowed and in conflict.

"Hey. Kid." Wrecker spoke nudging Omega softly, "Good job out there."

"I just stuck to the plan." She smiled.

"Wanna do one more mission?" He asked playfully she nodded happily.

"Go find Lula. I think someone needs her." Wrecker spoke as Omega nodded rushing to find the Tooka doll.

Wrecker walked over to Echo, sitting across from the reg, Echo kept his gaze down.

"Hey."

"I don't, I don't understand." Echo responded, "I- I don't..."

"It's okay-" Wrecker tried to speak.

"But it isnt." Echo seethed.

The sudden jolt told them they had jumped to hyperspace. Echo rubbed over his eyes.

"What was Y/n's family doing associated with the Empire..." Echo spoke, "I...I don't..."

Wrecker frowned, Hunter watching the cockpits doorway, his brother lost and confused, let down and heart broken.

Walking into the cockpit the door closed behind him.

"You'll want to see this Hunter." Tech spoke, "Echo was right."

Hunter took a seat, "Y/n's code name is Rosyln then?"

"In a sense yes, yet It is many things." Tech informed, "It's multiple things, a name, a code name, a secret military operation."

" a what." Hunter demanded answers now.

"On this disk it says Project Rosyln was ment to help in implicating...hunger in a sense.."

"Hunger?" Hunter asked, "Hunger for what?"

"Flesh, sentinel flesh," Tech responded, "They had many failis dead on contacts, until. Rosyln."

"The dead brother of Y/n's Echo mention." Hunter spoke as Tech nodded.

"He survived it, partially, resulting in an outdated inner rim disease known as Cancer." Tech responded, "though it is not sepcified what type, he died young."

"So how does Y/n fit into it?"

"Rosyln was Y/n's younger brother by adoption law on corosaunt, and the Zabrack was not lying when he said The L/n family was ontop the imperals kill list, it was ment for them to go into hiding, to essentially metophorically and phsycially slip into the dark." Tech contuined.

"Okay so the kids?"

"Test subjects." He responded, "farm animals, future death troopers fueled by anger and loss, much more. Hunter, They weren't a family, those people they called there parents? Used them."

"Can we save any of them? Y/n? The older kids? The young ones? Anyone?" Hunter questioned.

"This here is a list of kids of Y/n's family," Tech spoke, plugging into the panel infront of him as the hologram formed, "red are dead, there eay of leaving is by there name. Jay here died of rejection of food, he starved to death. Siora drowned herself in the shower room-"

"Thats enough Tech. Who's alive." Hunter demanded.

"Y/n here is still alive, but that is all." Tech responded opening the file, "but has a number of unstablizing test ran on him, it shows here his diet was starting to change from normal foods to sential flesh, but before they could change him fully he escaped."

"How."

"Unknown."

Hunter was silent, for a moment as Tech closed the file, going through the others, "This also contains other information, such as helpful codes the imperals are now using, current inflation in imperal troopers, comn chatter and resources-"

"Don't let Echo see this." Hunter spoke.

"Hunter, I. I don't think this is a good idea." Tech told him, "You'e seen what he'll go through already to see him again. Hunter that was a sith he went up on, a Pyke leader."

"He doesn't need another thing to have a mental break down on. What happens if we find Y/n? Dead in a ditch-." Hunter argued, "if we can't fix him- we can't even help Crosshair None the less ourselves!"

"Hunter, he deserves to know." Tech defended, "let's be real here Hunter, we've nevee been there for him, we saved him from one hell to put into another, we can't help him because we don't understand him."

Hunter was silent, he knew Tech was right, "You're right." Hunter told him.

Tech pulled the disk from the panel looking back at Hunter, "Hunter I know this is hard. But this is his family. And I wish for a time in my life, I was wrong."

Hunter stayed silent walking out the cockpit, and down the small hallways, Omega trying to cheer Echo up with Lula and Wrecker with a supportive smile.

"Echo."

Echo looked back, "Tech wants to uh...show you something."

Echo got up without a word walking into the cockpit.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Omega questioned looking up at Hunter.

"Sure he will!" Wrecker tried to stay postive looking back at Hunter who kept his gaze down.

"Not this time Omega." Hunter told her, as she leaned in for a hug, he patting her head as she hug his stomach.

Tech walked out the cockpit, the doors closing behind him, "Echo wishes to take first watch while we rest," Tech informed.

"Where do we go next from here?" Omega spoke looking up at Hunter.

"We'll keep working jobs for Cid, seeing what we can do." Hunter responded, "Tech when Echo is done with that disk, see if anything on there has Crosshair on it."

"I have alredy copied the disk, I will look through it more on my watch after Echo's." Tech responded.

Hunter nodded

"hey kid." Wrecker spoke up, "lets go play a game together."

Omega nodded as Wrecker picked up Omega the two walking away to her room, Hunter mentally thanking Wrecker.

"How'd he react." Hunter responded.

"He hasn't." Tech responded, "I left it plugged in. He has the option. I just don't know if he's used it."

It was true, Echo had the option, the wanting, but he sat in his chair, staring at the disk sitting in the panel.

This was it.

This was the ticket, he could know, move on, grt some type of closure either Y/n was dead or alive. Even if Y/n was dead or alive he let Y/n's biggest secret slip.

'Just...I don't like people to pity his name.' Y/n told Echo, the two standing in all black together and umbrella over head as they walked the cemetery, 'he fought hard, that's all that matters, and there's no reason you should pity someone for when you loose,'

Echo nodded at him, 'I won't tell anybody, I understand to a degree, but if you need to talk, I want to listen,'

Y/n nodded, 'Thanks again for comin along Echo, not the best way to meet my baby brother,''

'I was glad to meet him, either way,'

Echo rubbed the back of his neck, finger's scratching at his nape. Standing up and walking over his hand hovered over the disk, should he pull it out? Should he press that small white button to let every fear he's had consume him?

He pulled the disk out, this was the right choice. Whatever he needed to know. He'd learn from y/n when he'd see him. Rubbing over the disk he slid it in his belts pouch and sat in the piolts seat looking out into the blue swirls. He was doing it again.

Sitting in silence, watching nothing new pass him by. Y/n was alive, if the others believed it or not was there choice, it was there opinion, he knew what he was saying was a fact, and he didn't need no disk to tell him so.

But the question still remained, Why was Y/n involved in crime syndicates and with Sith?"

The male turned himself around shoulder hair length, strings of white in his hair; stress induced.

"It's done." Lom Pyke spoke, "The kids are out, where is the spice."

"It's on the ship don't you worry." He spoke.

"You've returned the favor after I've said you returned the favor."

"Then we've returned the favor." Lom Pyke argued.

"I did everything you asked!" Lom Pyke argued, "I've stuck my neck out for you more than you can imagine you cannablistic bitch!-"

The pyke leader was cut off, lifted into the air as he gripped at his neck, and brought forward quickly, choking on the lack of air.

"Do you know who I am?" The man questioned quietly.

"L-let-" the pyke tried to speak stratching at his neck for breath, "let me g-go!"

"Oh...you don't?" The man questioned, "I was afraid once...not to long ago, afraid as you are now..."

The sound of choking made him pause adding slight pressure, "p-please!"

"I am no longer afraid...I am..." the man thought, any more and the pyke leader would die, "Well, funny thing is, I don't even know who I am anymore...but I do know, that, you, owe me much more than you think."

The man was dropped to the floor, attempting to catch air, "Perhaps, you wish, once to see who I was, to see how I became this thing you call a cannablistic bitch!"

"Please! No-" He defended, raising his head to look up in plead, "Not again! Not that place!"

A hand was placed on his head, as the Sith lord walked in. Within a matter of seconds the Pyke fell limp, the man pushing him over as he fell and rolled down the small stells of the elevated ledge.

"You're here for a reason Maul?"

"I am indeed, that clone, you told to meet us on Zut, there were clones."

"Entertain me Maul." He spoke, walking down the small steps, the hells of his boots clicking as he made it down the steps.

"Seems you're little buddy Captain dipshit isnt the only clone that's defected. That little Ray shit of your's hacked the imperal files." Maul spoke, his tone as usual, dark, broody, annoying to the mans ears, "Clone force 99, may just be on our side."

The man snatched the datapad from him, "and they have a child with them. How wonderful."

"Status' as of current."

"Like I said that dipshit of yours sursingly has his corners covered. Ray's tracking them as we speak." Maul told.

The man looked through the photo's there he was in all his glory, sure angry but just as remembered.

"Lets hope an ex sith lord, a fucked up group of clones, a cannablistic bitch kill, and some kids can help kill your old ass wrinkly master." The man spoke Maul snatching the data pad back and making his leave.

"Oh. And one know's who you are." Maul responded standing in the door way, "Before I gave them anything, one knew Rosyln is Y/n,"

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eveenstar · 4 years ago

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒

𝙰 𝚁𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝟸 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪɪɪ

Summary: After the meeting with Dutch, (Y/N) the time-traveler, decides to take a look around the camp while trying to convince herself this was not a dream but reality.

Tags/Warnings: Nothing to add.

Note: Back again from the dead with another chapter! Hope you enjoy!

Well, this was awkward. You couldn't hope to be in a worst situation than this (well, you kinda could) but hey, at least they seem to believe you, right? What else to think when somebody drops out of the sky in the middle of your "home"?

“Well, Miss (L/N), from what you told me and the gang…You’re my great-granddaughter?” Dutch asked, his hands grabbing one of his books while he took a seat on his bed.

“Yes, sir.” The girl stood awkwardly on the tent’s entrance. She didn’t know what else to do, what, hug him? She didn't even know he existed before that old, strange lady appeared in her life. For her, Dutch was nothing but a stranger and maybe he thinks the same of her.

“It’s…nice to meet you. A very interesting experience.” He sounded almost content with it, but also a bit shocked by his voice. “I hope your life is better than, you see, ours.”

The girl let out a nervous laugh. Almost immediately covering her mouth after it. “I’m actually being hunted down by the government. Me and my group, we…did some things they didn’t agree with.”

“Oh. I see. A revolutionist?” Dutch looked at her, his gaze made her feel a bit intimidated.

“Yeah, I guess that’s one way to call it.” How would she describe what a hacker was or the modern technology? Well, (Y/N) did take parts in a few riots so perhaps revolutionist was a appropriate term to call it on the 1800s. But she wasn’t so sure about that. The life she left behind, James and the others, everything she knew was...well, not dead, but non-existing now.

“Don’t be so nervous, Miss.” The man said in a gentle tune. “I promise you, none of us will bring you any harm.” He stood up, slowly caressing her arm.

“Thanks.” She returned a kind smile, but was it the truth?

I wanted to go back that exact time, I didn't want to be there anymore. From all the movies and tvshows I'd seen, messing with the past doesn't go well, never. So who was I to tempt fate?

"I have a few more questions for you, but you need to rest. Must've been hard getting here." Dutch guided you outside and handed you some stuff, probably to make your own tent. You really hoped there weren't many bugs out here. "I'll let you get settled first."

You nodded, before taking a few hesitant steps towards the "light" (or, in this case, a fellow tree a bit distant from the others). You didn't want to bother anyone, so you began making your little forth underneath a tree and next to a few rocks. But, not that you haven't gone camping before, but this was harder than it looked. It's like your own house was fighting against you. Things kept falling or getting in the way, and nothing was going according to plan. A frustrated sigh escaped your lips.

"Need some help?"

You flinched at the voice and turned around to meet eyes with, by your memory, Javier Escuella. He was taller in person. That's all you had to say, for now. He had a soft yet deep gaze on his eyes, but if we're being honest, he looked threatening. He raised an curious eyebrow by how long you were taking to answer his simple question. You nodded, then chuckled nervously and waved around the "tent" you were building.

"I'm having a bit of trouble here."

With a better set of hands, your little fort was finished in just two hours. This felt different, y'know? Surreal to say the least. Few birds were singing, the horses in the background, the wind blowing through you, the nature, the sounds of people talking, a life you've never known. Not like this. It was kinda similiar to the life you and your friends had, the only difference being: You didn't held camps in the wild. Like Dutch, you were the leader of your group, and James was your right hand. Maybe you did resemble him a bit, just maybe. Now you were here, talking and interacting with people that in your time, were long gone. You were changing history, the past, everything. Was this the right choice?

"Are you okay?"

"Sì," You immediately looked at him, "Sorry, kinda drifted off a bit."

Javier stared at you in confusion, "Drifted?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry hah. I got lost in thought."

For your delight, Javier laughed at it before excusing himself and leaving you there to your own miserable mind. Your bed felt heavy and rocky, but it's better than nothing. You had no idea what to do now, should you go meet the others? Well, they certainly thing you're strange. Mary-Beth seemed to like you, and she could become your first friend here! Keep the hopes up, (Y/N), you're definitely gonna need it here.

"Ahem, hey Mary!"

"(Y/N)! How was the meeting with Dutch?" She paused her book and glanced over to you, while patting her hand next to her. "Come, sit!"

"It was alright," You replied almost robotically. Your mind was empty to any functional thoughts.

"This is like a fantasy book. You came from the future to change the past, and met a long lost relative." Mary-Beth almost had stars in her eyes while thinking about the "amazing" story of yours. For as amazing as it sounds, it really wasn't something that cool once you experienced it. You felt out of place. "Tell me, how is the future?"

Your mind ran through all the memories you have, every information, every place, every moment now lost in time.

"It's...harsh, unfair and cruel. Like it always has been, I suppose."

"It can't be that bad, surely." For as much as the media likes to portray the modern age as a fairy tale, it's more of a terror genre. You remember the cruel things people had told you over the years, how your dreams were not realistic enough, "become a doctor!" everybody said.

"They don't care about us. They don't care for people like you and me." Jamie told me once. I wonder how he is now. I miss everybody, especially those late nights when we used to sing our hearts out and dance as if there was no tomorrow. It's too late now.

You gave her a small smile, "Not always."

She returned the smile, happily.

"So what's wrong with you, you old fool?"

A tall, bearded man drunkly limped towards someone older, Hosea Matthews, and spoke in a way that the older man didn't seem to like one bit. Hosea didn't even spare him a glance,"Go sleep it off, you drunken baffoon."

Bill Williamson, as you know remembered correctly now, stepped closer to Hosea and stared at him, almost as if he was daring him to repeat it again, "Excuse me?"

Like the winds change the tides, Hosea got up in a swift movement and pointed his gun at Bill, who fell to his feet. "I've excused you quite enough! Go sleep it off, is that clear?"

Bill hurriedly got back on his feet and stepped back, hands in the air with, what you could call, a frightened look on his face (which changed to angry after a few seconds).

"Okay!...Okay."

The few people that were present either got back to whatever they were doing or didn't even mind the occurence in the first place, like it was something normal to happen around here. You excused yourself and made your way to Hosea, who was sitting on a wooden table. You wondered where they got all this stuff, including the tables. Did they make them? Steal them? You rolled your eyes at the thought of the gang going to a local bar and stealing all of their tables.

"Uh, hello!" You greeted and took a seat in front of him. "I don't think we've been properly introduced, I'm...Well, you probably alright know who I am." You chuckled.

"Hosea Matthews, " He looked at you with a serene look on his eyes. He reminded you of those elderly folks you'd meet around town who were incredibly nice for their own good. "Have you been handling this alright? I know how this gang can be sometimes."

"I haven't had the chance to meet everybody yet, just Dutch, Mary-Beth, Javier and you, sir."

"Well, all in due time. You can come to me if you need anythin' else."

"Thank you, I'll make sure to remember it."

Hosea was like a father to me, or for most people in the gang. Wish I'd met someone like him before. He was a good man. I remember, when I first met him, that I thought he'd ask me plenty of questions about the future. To my surprise, he didn't. I think he wanted me to have some space, process everything that's happened so far. I miss him the most. Apart from Arthur, and Dutch. Who lost his way.

When I arrived, I had to make up my mind. I had to compose myself because this was about to be my new life, "for now" , I thought. I was ready to face this reality of time-traveling and the way things worked in that era. I was foolish. So, so foolish.

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 fanfiction #rdr2 fanfic #the way of time fanfiction series #dutch van der linde x reader #javier escuella x reader #rdr 2 modern!reader #rdr2 time-traveler!reader #dutch van der linde #javier escuella #arthur morgan

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kumoriyami-xiuzhen · 4 years ago

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Hakuoki SSL Store Bonus Drama CD 《Their Youth~ Student Council Helper Episode～》

....Why are people subscribing to me on youtube? like i get that people subscribe for the otome stuff i translate and subtitle (which i only really do so that i can have a copy of it for myself), but i don’t really think that people should be subscribing if they expect more Gokushufudou content since I don’t have anything else that I can or want to translate for that series....

anyway, this is my translation of the 薄桜鬼SSL -sweet school life- いまじんWEBショップ特典ドラマCD「彼らの青春～生徒会助っ人編～」 drama. I was only able to obtain the audio for this from a certain site that doesn’t allow for sharing... so I am unable to put anything else out for this... unless someone shares the audio and an image with the cd and their username or w/e on it (alternatively, if it shows up on bilibili or something then i’ll be able to use that), though I will edit it when i make my own subtitles for this. lol. sorry but not sorry?

anyway, enjoy~ image used is from suruga-ya.

Hakuoki SSL Store Bonus Drama CD 《Their Youth~ Student Council Helper Episode～》

Translation by KumoriYami

Yamzaki: The private school, Hakuo Gakuen. The school we attend, based on the school principal, Kondou-sensei's, intentions, we adhere to his educational policy of "becoming warriors with indomitable spirit", not just while learning and when participating in club activities, but while also working harder for the community, or so it should be.... but there are always exceptions to everything in the world.

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Hakuoki SSL Store Bonus Drama CD 《Their Youth~ Student Council Helper Episode～》

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(knocks)

Yamazaki: Excuse me, is Hijikata-sensei here?

Hijilata: Oh? It's Yamazaki. What is it?

Yamazaki: Sanan-sensei asked me to bring these materials over to you.

Hijikata: So it was like that. Thanks. By the way, Yamazaki....... Do you have a moment right now?

Yamazaki. yes. I'm not doing anything right now.

Hijikata: In that case, sorry...... can you go to the student council to do something? Today Amagiri and Shiranui both happened to take the take the day off today, and there apparently is insufficient manpower on hand.

Yamazaki: The student council.......is it......?

Hijikata: Uh, the average person would react like that... I've already asked several people before asking you, and as soon as they heard "student council," they immediately ran away.

Yamazaki: I can sympathize with those students. because I am not really good at dealing with the student council president.

Hijikata: When it comes to that guy, I believe that if you searched the entire world, that you wouldn't find many people good at dealing with him. Nothing can be done though, I'll go help this time...

Yamazaki: Wha...!? How can Hijikata-sensei personally attend to this matter! In that case, I'll go help the student council!

Hijikata: Can you? To be frank, this is a chore.

Yamazaki: A gentleman's word is his bond!

Hijikata: Then I'll leave it to you.... But if something goes wrong, you need to immediately report to me.

Yamazaki: Yes! I'll be going to the student council room now!

(Yamazaki leaves)

Hijikata; Yamazaki is too straightforward... I hope he doesn't overdo it...

(student council room)

Yamazaki: (knocks on door) Excuse me. I'm the second year, Yamazaki. Hijikata-sensei entrusted me to help you.

Kazama: By Hijikata? Che, he's meddling into other people's business/can't mind his own business. He most likely coaxed you into helping, but whatever the case, if you think you can help, I will provide you this opportunity.

Yamazaki: (Obviously he's in the position of receiving a favour, but why he so overbearing/arrogant?!)

Kazama: Did you say something?

Yamazaki: I didn't say anything! Returning to the topic/Anyway, what can I help you with?

Kazama: here, put these clothes on first.

Yamazaki:...What's with this collar and Japanese-style school uniform?! Our school's official uniform is a suit/Western-style clothes.

Kazama: This uniform is of the same style as Amagiri's uniform. Although it's only temporary, you'll need it to wear this is you are to complete the student council's work [gave up rewording all of this].

Yamazaki: Even so! Modifying the uniform goes against the school rules...

Kazama: Hey! As student council president, I am saying that there are no problems! I am the school rules!

Yamazaki: (How did such a person become the Student Council president?)

Kazama: Good, now that you understand, hurry up and change clothes in the dressing room, then get to work.

Yamazaki: ( No other choice but to resign myself.... [tl uses an idiom that can mean "submit to hte will of the heavens," "resign (oneself to fate)," or to "leave it to luck"]) Understood!

(door opens)

Hijikata: Oi, Kazama! you there?

Kazama: It turns out it was Hijikata. What brings you here? If you want to leave please turn right and head straight.

Hijikata: Someone just came in, why are you already trying to chase them away! I was just worried about Yamazaki, so I came to check on him.

Kazama: Yes. Then if you're done, hurry up and leave.

Hijikata: You bastard.... Anyway, where is Yamazaki?! I don't see him...

(door opens)

Yamazaki: Kazama-senpai, excuse me. I've finished changing clothes...

Hijikata:……Yamazaki?!

Kazama: Hrm. As expected, people rely on clothes [clothes do make the man? or clothes bring out a person? can't exactly think of an equivalent right now tho]. Such an appearance is barely passable.

Hijikata: Wait a moment! What's with that strange uniform?!

Kazama: This is a custom-made uniform made for the student council. Since he's helping the student council, isn't it common sense to dress like this?

Hijikata: What common sense! That clearly violates the school rules...

Yamzaki: It's fine, Hijikata-sensei...

Hijikata: Nn?

Yamazaki: I'll think of this as a a work uniform! Anyway, Kazama-senpai, about the content of that work...

Kazama: Che, don't tell me that you aren't able to do unless you receive orders from me? It's such a waste that you are unable to understand your superior's mind, and require someone to explain everything to you so that you can act.

Yamazaki:...!!

Hijikata: I'm afraid that if you searched the entire world, the only person who would be able to understand your mind, would be Amagiri?!

Kazama: No choice then. I shall mercifully/gracefully provide instructions to those that are stupid. There will be a meeting to pay for club activities/budget meeting for all of the clubs tomorrow. However, only a handful of reports have been submitted, and what has been isn't sufficient to be used as materials/ a reference to approve of the clubs' expenses. In other words, you should go investigate for me to see if all of the club activities are actually being held.

Yamazaki: Understood! Which clubs [tl is for "department] do I need to investigate?

Kazama: Needless to say, it's all the clubs within Hakuo Gakuen. The deadline is today.

Hijikata: Don't be so forceful [ridiculous!]!! Have you even thought about how many clubs there are at this school?!

Kazama: Amagiri and Shiranui would complete this within an hour, which this trivial matter cannot be considered a problem. If this can't be done, I won't force it. This only proves to me that you do not have a good eye for talent from the help you recommended to me, Hijikata [gave up rewording after 8 times].

Yamazaki:...I understand. I will certainly be able to investigate all of the clubs today!

Kazama: When the moment comes, don't go back on your word. This is a list of all the clubs at Hakuo Gakuen.

Yamazaki: The total number of clubs at Hakuo Gakuen is... 108?!

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(footsteps)

HIjikata: Ah... it's been a while since Yamazaki darted out of the student council room... Is he really okay? I hope he didn't get involved in anything strange...

Yamazaki: L-Let go of me! I, I hate this sort of thing!!

Hijikata: Nn?

Yamazaki: Even if you say that you can't understand the specifics of this club without personally trying it, I don't want to do this...!!! Let go of me!!!

Hijikata; That voice just now.... Yamazaki? (runs over) Oi! Yamazaki!

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(bouncing sound [haven't listened to this drama in a while so this might not be accurate, tho the tl does say bouncing])

???: Ah....... Hijikata-sensei......

Hijikata: Oi! What's with this huge stuffed animal?!

Yamazaki: It's me! Yamazaki!

Hijikata: A-ah..... nn, nn.... I, I can hear your voice..... but, but what I hear doesn't sound like the Yamazaki I recognize...!

Yamazaki: That's because of this [i think?]! I am the genuine Yamazaki! I'm just wearing this costume! Ah... sorry to trouble you, but can you please help me pull the back zipper down?

Hijikata: Ye-Yeah...

Yamazaki: Hah... finally escaped from that...!

Hijikata: You... why were you dressed like that?!

Yamazaki: Because.... when I went to the costume club, their members said they just finished these clothes, and that I had to try it on....

Hijikata:....Those animal overalls are part of a costume?

Yamazaki: No matter what happens, I never want to come back to the costume club!! But... normally I wouldn't have such a chance, and after seeing it with my own eyes, I now know that there are many clubs at our school.

Hijikata: That's because when Kondou-san was thinking about club establishment, he said to respect the individuality of the students. As long as the activities' content and purpose are clearly stated, provided that they aren't bad, and if the number of club members reaches a certain level, any club can be established.

Yamazaki: I think, by using the costume club as an example, there are actually quite a lot of informal clubs...

Hijikata: It seems that it will be necessary to re-examine those clubs in the future.... Anyway, which club are you going to next?

Yamazaki: The mountaineering club. Judging from the club's name, the content of the activities should be straightforward. To be honest, I feel relieved.

Hijikata: No, that club...

Yamazaki: Then, I'll be going there as fast as I can. I'll be taking my leave first!

(Yamazaki leaves)

Hijikata: Eh... I remember they were supposed to go climbing today.... Going back to their activities, isn't mountaineering difficult [tl for mountaineering can be interpreted as "climbing," "to climb a mountain," and "mountaineering."]?!

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Yamazaki: (All sorts of problems kept on occurring after that during the inspection. The drama club was infected with an influenza virus [no idea how else to reword that right now], and all of their members were sick so I was unable to investigate their activities in detail; I wasted time at the kendo club because of Okita-kun's pranks; the mime club didn't speak during their activities, which resulted in even the most basic communication not being achievable... Will it really be possible for me to inspect all of the clubs today?)

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(knocking)

Hijikata: Oi, Kazama! I'm coming in.

Kazama: Hijikata. It's really rude for someone to enter without being given my permission.

Hijikata: Didn't I knock and say greetings in advance? It's almost the end of the school day, is Yamazaki back yet?

Kazama: Not yet. I thought he was a bit capable, but I apparently underestimated him.

Hijikata: I believe in him. Although he has a tendency to overdo things and often fails to get the key points, once he makes up his mind, he will surely be able to complete any task.

Kazama: Hrm~ that's the same as someone else/you're two peas in a pod. That being the case, let's bet.

Hijikata: I'm not interested in betting with students. But if we were betting, I'd bet that Yamazaki will be able to accomplish his task.

Kazama: Then I will bet that he did everything in vain/will be useless.

HIjikata: I won't feel sorry for you if you lose.

Kazama: Hmph. Don't steal my words. Look at the time, the school bell will be ringing soon.

(Running then a door opens)

Yamazaki: (gasping) Inspections on the club activities... it's all done.... hah....

Hijikata: That's great! Well done, Yamazaki!

Kazama: Che......

Yamazaki: Hu..... Thank..... you..... (collapses)

Hijikata: Oi oi!! Are you okay?!

Yamazaki: I..... I'm..... fine......

Kazama: Really, I'm blaming you for messing up all of the materials.... Nn?

Hijikata: What are those documents?

Kazama: They seem to be reports on the club activities.

Hijikata: Ha?! Didn't Yamazaki write the reports for that?!

Kazama: Nn. These are all...

Hijiikata:....Oi! That can't be....!!

Kazama: It looks like Amagiri wrote yesterday. But he actually tossed them into the piles of documents of here, which resulted in no one knowing that he had written such reports.

Yamazaki: What.....!!

Hijikata: That......!!

Kazama: Hmph. It looks like I won, Hijikata. All his efforts turned out to be worthless.

Yamazaki: Ho-How is that possible...!!

Hijikata: You're not feeling even the slightest bit guilty, are you even even speaking as a human?! This is all your student council's fault!!

Kazama: Hmph. Go and complain to Amagiri.

Hijikata: You need to take responsibility for the lack of supervision! Besides, what the hell were you doing when Yamazaki was running around everywhere complete that task?! If you were doing a good job, you should have been able to notice this!!

Kazama: Of course I'm working. My job is to complete the ambitious project called "Writing down all of My Wife's 100's Strengths/Virtues/Good Qualities"! These forms took me a week to complete and it is a magnificent written masterpiece!

Hijikata: You bastard... you were doing something this stupid while Yamazaki was struggling!

Kazama: What are you barking about? What's more important than this?

Yamazaki: I tore it up to show you————!! [im guessing this is more "i pushed myself" or "I'm going to tear that up." probably the latter]

Kazama: Nn? What do you think? Do you want to look at it? Although your efforts were futile, I will mercifully/graciously acknowledge your actions. Alright, I'll lett you look. But you have have to treat it carefully.

Yamazaki: I'm blaming this for what happened—!!! (tears up Kazama's documents)

Kazama: Stop that! My week of hard work! Hi-Hijikata! Why are you grabbing me?!

Hijikata: You reap what you sow! Obediently accept reality!!

Kazama: My priceless masterpiece———!!!

~END~

got ME:LE working last weekend... and omg it’s like a walk down memory lane lol. finished the first game though im going to have to do an insanity playthrough for the achievement later.

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki ssl #hakuoki drama cd #hakuoki drama translation #Yamazaki Susumu #Hijikata Toshizou #Kazama Chikage

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athela-3 · 4 years ago

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dub-ble trouble

1.7k words; gen/comedy; sequel/companion piece to laughter is (not) the best medicine, so some things may remain contextless here; link skill CO 12% up-type nonsense; no content warnings.

Three days into Kazunari's doctor-prescribed silence, Misumi has an idea to let him be heard. After all, that's what triangle buds do for each other, right?

You think your cheap tactics can work on me? Yosh, here we go—eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen hit combo! Hah! Take your stupid DOT debuff and eat it!

“Itarun! Whassup, my man!”

“Hm? Hey, Kazunari.” Itaru's eyes don't leave his handheld console, fingers still dancing as he chains one attack after another mercilessly.

Wait a second.

Kazunari?

Itaru looks up just as the final crit finishes off his enemy, right in time to see the rest of the room also gawking at Kazunari with varying expressions of surprise. Well, almost everyone else in the room. Judging by his regular face-splitting grin, Misumi doesn't seem very concerned, while Kazunari himself is wearing a look of perfect cheerful innocence, looking every bit as if he hadn't been explicitly prohibited from saying even a single word.

A clink from the kitchen. The Director sets down her mug, brows knitting, and uh-oh, Itaru recognises that look on her face, that's the look Sakyo has when he's this close from a ten-minute unskippable scolding cutscene. “Kazunari. Why are you talking.”

Misumi turns to Kazunari, blinking slowly like a confused cat. “Kazu? Is that a question? It sounds like one, but not really…”

Kazunari nods, still wearing a smile bright enough to light a small village.

Misumi pauses. “Oh. Okay!” He frowns for a second, then opens his mouth, and then Itaru swears he hears Kazunari's voice say: “Aww, Director! It's all good! Sumi's doing the talking for me, so I don't have to say anything for real! Dope, right?”

Silence.

“Dude.” Itaru stares at Misumi, then at Kazunari, and back again. “Are you… dubbing him?”

“Yep!” Misumi nods enthusiastically, hair flying in all directions. “I asked Kazu if he wants to try it, and he said yes! I'm going to talk for him!”

“Huh?!” Tsuzuru, standing in the kitchen with a cup noodle in his hand, blurts out. “How do you even know what he wants to say?”

“Of course I know!” Misumi declares, something strikingly like indignation clouding his face. “Kazu and I are buds, so I know what he wants to say! Right, Kazu?”

Kazunari grins, throwing an arm around Misumi's shoulders. “That's right, Sumi!” he—well, not says, not exactly, his mouth and throat didn't move and the voice clearly came from Misumi's direction, but Itaru is forced to admit that was an eerily pitch-perfect imitation.

“Kazunari Miyoshi, CV: Misumi Ikaruga,” he murmurs. “Huh. Fancy that.”

Tsuzuru blinks, sighing deeply. “I feel like I'm watching a puppet show…”

Kazunari reaches a hand towards the playwright, and immediately Misumi jumps into action. “C'mon, Tsuzurun! This way, I can still say my lines when the Summer Troupe is practicing, and I can talk to you guys! It's faster than typing, too!”

“That doesn't make it any less weird!”

“Still,” the Director shrugs, “that's a good point. You can keep on LIME-ing things to us for daily conversation, but practice has been kind of tricky…”

Tsuzuru jolts. “Director—! You don't seriously think—”

“If it's for practice, why not? It'll help the others get the feel for their timing, and you have to admit, doing this sort of double-act takes a lot of skill and concentration. It's basically an extended role study.” She turns to the two, eyeing them pensively. “And like they said, it sure is faster than typing.”

“So you prefer dubs to subs, huh?” Itaru grins.

The Director shrugs. “We can try it out for today's practice,” she decides, completely ignoring his comment. Oof. “But no promises after that.”

Kazunari pumps his fist, triumphant, and Misumi mirrors him with an excited little hop. “Yay! Thank you, Director!” he shouts in his own voice, before following it with an in-character (?) “Thanks, Director! That's so poggers of you!”

“Really, you guys?” Itaru throws his hands in the air, letting his console drop onto his lap. “Isn't anyone gonna mention how scarily spot-on his Kazunari impression is? Seriously, you should consider becoming a voice actor.”

“Huh?” Misumi's eyes are round as melons. “But I already act with my voice!”

Kazunari elbows him lightly, and, oh, here we go, he wants to say something Misumi doesn't know about, doesn't he? On one hand, Itaru could step in now and explain how voice acting is a different profession from normal acting, but on the other hand, he could also wait this out and see how the dubber and dub-ee resolve this.

He expected pantomime, at least a few gestures, maybe even the return of of Kazunari's phone to type out whatever it is he intends to say. What he did not expect was a few seconds of eye contact, after which Misumi simply turns around and says, with perfect confidence is his telepathic abilities: “Whoa, is that really a thing? Can stage actors just switch and become voice actors like that?”

Tsuzuru slams his palms against the kitchen counter. “How?” he demands. “How do you do that? Miyoshi, was that even really what you wanted to say?”

Kazunari nods, and so does Misumi. Twin pairs of nettled glares pin Tsuzuru in perfect synchronisation. “We're triangle buds,” Misumi repeats, with every air of an older sibling who has to explain the same thing over and over again and is running low on patience, “so I just have to use my triangle senses! It's easy!"

Tsuzuru stares at them, confusion and frustration flashing into desperation across his eyes. Finally, he sighs, shakes his head, and takes another bite of his cup noodles.

“But, really. Can you switch from stage acting to voice acting that easily?” the Director echoes thoughtfully. “It's one thing to convey your emotions to an auditorium, but when your voice is all you have to go by… Without gestures, body language, or even eye contact, that's a whole different kind of practice, isn't it?”

“Funny, that's exactly what Azami said the other day,” Itaru grins. “But it does happen now and then. Sometimes they still do stage acting and only voice one or two characters, but some people change careers entirely. Like—

“I'm home!”

The door swings open, and in walks Tenma, eyes immediately seeking out the clock on the living room wall. When he notices the group congregating in the kitchen, he juts his chin and pops off a sincere, if somewhat exhausted, grin in lieu of greeting.

“Welcome back,” Tsuzuru says.

“Tenten! Welcome back, piko!”

“Hey, Tenma. How was the photoshoot? Did you have fun?” The Director smiles, and Itaru mentally adds it to his ever-increasing hypothetical list of Reasons Why the Director is Everyone's Mum.

“It was fine,” Tenma shrugs. “Regular stuff, just—wait a second, what was that?”

“I asked if you had fun.”

“No, not you, Director! Before that!”

“Welcome home, piko!”

And Tenma all but jumps in his own skin. “Hey! Aren't you not supposed to talk yet? You said it's going to take a couple weeks at least! It's only been three days!”

“Oh, here we go again,” Itaru rolls his eyes theatrically. “Dialogue re-triggered.”

“Kazunari didn't say that. Misumi did,” Tsuzuru rattles off, numbering the points off his fingers. “He's going to voice Kazunari for today's practice. The future is still undecided.”

“The future always is,” Itaru notes mildly, pretending not to see the dirty look Tsuzuru shoots him.

“It's all right, Tenma!” Misumi assures him, before adding in full-on Kazunari mode: “The Director gave us permission, so we'll be in your care, yeah?”

“Sheesh… Seriously, you guys?”

“It's not a bad idea,” the Director says. “Or do you prefer yesterday's drawing boards?”

“No! Not the drawing boards!” Tenma's eyes widen in panic. “That's impossible!”

“Aw, but I think your pictures were nice!” Misumi puts in, coated in pure hundred-proof sincerity. “I liked the beef with the face and wiggly bits!”

“The what?”

“Nothing! It's nothing!” Tenma shakes his hand in the air, as if physically swatting Itaru's question aside. “L–look, it's almost time for practice, right? I had to hurry back from the photoshoot for practice, you know! Don't just stand around like that, let's go!”

“You heard your leader,” the Director chides, though the twinkle in her eyes completely undermines any seriousness in her words. “You boys go ahead, I'll catch up with you after I finish my coffee.”

“Okay!” says Misumi.

Kazunari snaps a mock salute, complete with a wink.

“Yes, Ma'am! C'mon, Sumi, let's go, piko!”

And with that… dialogue? Monologue? Something in between?—the dubbing duo bustle out of the kitchen like matched whirlwinds, curtains fluttering and footsteps echoing in their wake, while Tenma trails behind with a considerable gap in energy levels.

“I'm never gonna get used to that,” Tsuzuru mutters as he watches them leave.

“Eh, could be worse,” Itaru offers philosophically.

“Like how?”

“Could be Citron doing the dubbing.”

Tsuzuru shudders, pain shooting across his face like a thunderbolt. He finishes the last of his noodles and drops the emptied cup into the rubbish bin. “Now, that's just…”

The Director shakes her head, half a smile tugging at her lips. “Relax, they'll probably get bored of it sooner than later. Just let them have their fun for now. Besides, it can't possibly get any weirder than this, right?”

#a3!#kazunari miyoshi #misumi ikaruga #itaru chigasaki #tsuzuru minagi #izumi tachibana #tenma sumeragi #ari writes #ari's stuff #might as well post it before my perfectionist streak kicks in again #fourth wall still ain't quite opaque yet #and as usual this is more my custom director than izumi but i'm taggin' her anyway #kyoko tachibana

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solartranslations · 4 years ago

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VF Dante Chapter 5: Ebb and Flow

The two go after the heroine who has been taken by Joshua. Dante has no further doubts…

~*Scene: VF Captain’s Cabin*~

Felicita: Zzz

~*Flashback: VF Deck*~

Dante: Right now, your family is something I’ve sworn to protect—

Dante: And they are my future!

~*End Flashback*~

Joshua: …His “future”…

Felicita: *wakes up*

Joshua: I see you’ve awaken, Princess of Regalo

>That fog…

>Where’s Dante?

Joshua: It is one of “Justice’s” Arcana powers

Joshua: I remember…using it to protect the island a long time ago

Joshua: Your beloved and Ash should be headed this way

Joshua: You will see him soon…

Joshua: I’d tell you to relax, but I doubt you trust me

Felicita: …

Joshua: This is off topic but, are you the daughter of Arcana Famiglia’s Papa?

~*Flashback: VF Staircase*~

Dante: Did you know that in the past, Mondo was even more unreasonable than he is now?

Dante: He thought the way he was raised was wrong. So, he was always very strict on the son he had with his first wife

Dante: …As a result, that son rebelled by running away

~*End Flashback*~

Joshua: I see Mondo hasn’t changed…has he already forgotten about me?

>There’s no parent who doesn’t care about their child!

>You’re the reason Papa dotes on me so much?

Joshua: …Yes. I agree

Joshua: Right now…I’m actually in the same situation. But it might be too late…

Joshua: Is that what happened after I left? *laugh*…should I apologize then?

Joshua: I’m sure you know that’s also part of his love

Joshua: *laugh*…Your father may be strange, but he is very kind

Joshua: I wish I could have seen him again while I was still myself

Felicita: !

Joshua: Take these… I’m sorry for being a terrible older brother

Joshua: …Ah, I’m, out of, time…

(*grab) (*whish)

Joshua: …I have you. My sister… “Wheel of Fortune”

~*Scene: VF Staircase*~

Ash: So just to be clear. You really weren’t Strawberry Head’s dad, old man?

Dante: No! Ojou-san’s father is the top of “Arcana Famiglia”

Dante: He’s the first person you must see when you come to the island

Ash: Who said I was going?

Dante: We’ll talk about that later. Saving Ojou-san comes first

Ash: Still, I did think something was weird between you two. But I didn’t expect you had that kind of relationship

Dante: Yes, it is “that kind”

Dante: Hm? That looks like…

Luca: Dante! …And, you!!

(*crackle)

Ash: The useless alchemist. Relax. I’m not in the mood to fight

Debito: Well, I’m not going to waste my strength either. Luca, cut the damn flames

Luca: Guh… You all have such foul mouths

Dante: I’ll take responsibility for Ash. We have more important things to do

Ash: Yeah. The old baldy is going to go save his amore

Luca/Debito: Amore?

Ash: You’re his friends, right? Then help

(*glare) Luca: Dante, how exactly did you explain who Ojou-sama was!?

Dante: Well, a lot happened…

Dante: But I fully understand that enjoying myself in this situation wasn’t proper as your superior and—

Debito: Ugh, you’re going to brag now? I’m not listening to this…so I’ll go ahead

Dante: Of course, when we get back I’ll be sure to…

(*smile) Luca: …When we return to the mansion, I’m sure you’ll need time to speak with your “amore”

Dante: No, actually I was…

Nova: There you are, Dante!

Nova: Why are you muttering to yourself? And I’d like an explanation regarding the guy behind you

Nova: Jolly said he was leaving the captain’s cabin to Pace and Liberta. We should get back as soon as possible

Nova: I’m glad we were able to regroup, but now…I feel uneasy about them

Nova: And, Dante. Why is there steam coming out of your head?

Dante: S-steam!?

Ash: People who group together really are laidback…

Dante: L-let’s go!!

Fukurota: Hoot…

Dante: You’re worried about Ojou-san too, huh Fukurota?

Dante: It’ll be alright. I promise I’ll save her

~*Scene: VF Deck*~

Jolly: The fog has cleared so now is our chance

Jolly: We’ll finish this while the “Justice” Tarocco is still dormant…

Jolly: I’ll leave the skeletons to you two

Pace: You got it!!!

Liberta: Hehe…here I stand, against a countless sea of skeletons

Liberta: Yeaaaah!! This is so exciting!

Liberta: Hiyaaah!!

Jolly: This ship was created using the same principles as the Tarocco…how very interesting

Jolly: It’s also full of things that pique my interest

Jolly: I’ll make sure it serves Regalo to the fullest…

Pace: Let’s hurry home and have lasagna!!

~*Scene: VF Captain’s Cabin*~

Felicita: !

Joshua: I can’t lose this host…before returning to the Tarocco…

Joshua: Now, change my relationship with my host into the form I desire, “Wheel of Fortune”

>What does that have to do with losing your host?

>The “Wheel of Fortune’s” power…

Joshua: If I lose him, it will be too late

Joshua: Are you really a contractor if you don’t use your power?

(*crash!)

Felicita: !

Dante: You treat your sister much too roughly, Tarocco of “Justice”!

(*glare)

Felicita: !?

~*Scene: VF Deck*~

Joshua: …Do you know why…I haven’t been able to find a new contractor for so long?

Felicita: …

Joshua: Hah!!

Felicita: !

Dodge!

>Hit

(+50 Amore)

>Miss

(-50 Amore)

Felicita: *dodge*

Dante: Hah!!

Dante: I don’t know any of the specific rules between Tarocco and their contactors

Dante: You’ll have to ask your creator, or an alchemist who studies your power

Dante: All I know is that “the cards choose their hosts”

(*hoist)

(*whoosh) Dante: Uryaaah!!

Joshua: Hah!!

Felicita: *dash*

Felicita: Hya!

Attack!

>Hit

(+50 Amore)

>Miss

(-50 Amore)

(*whack) Joshua: Urk!

(*dodge) Joshua: …!!

Joshua: Quiet

(*whish) Joshua: Hah!!

Felicita: !

Dodge!

>Hit

(+50 Amore)

>Miss

(-50 Amore)

Felicita: *dodge*

(*whack) Felicita: Ah!

Dante: Ojou-san!!

Joshua: I was in a lone slumber after my host passed, you wouldn’t understand how I feel…

Joshua: With power beyond your knowledge, we Tarocco can control our hosts

Joshua: Using this host, I can even stay in this world forever by my own will…

Dante: …So it’s already lost all reason…

Joshua: Who decided what was “reasonable”? Humans?

Dante: Then I ask you. Why do the cards choose “humans”?

Dante: Beside the Tarocco, there are many things that hold great power…like guns, or important documents

Dante: If that power brings blessings and wealth—

Joshua: Grrraaa!!

(*rumble) Joshua: Find your way to despair…Un Labirinto Atmosferico

Dante: It can also cause suffering depending on its wielder’s ambition and intent

Dante: If that happens, I will put a stop to it

Dante: Let all be swallowed by the storm, and return to nothing…

Dante: Dare un Ordine! (TN: To give an order)

Felicita: …

(*dash) Felicita: Yah!

Attack!

>Hit

(+50 Amore)

>Miss

(-50 Amore)

(*whack) Joshua: Gaaah!

(*dodge) Joshua: …!!

Dante: If someone doesn’t take the first step, then nobody will

Dante: And I want to be that “someone”

(*crash!)

Joshua: Graaaaah…!!

>I admire you, Dante

(No Amore)

>I want to stand by your side, Dante

(+20 Amore)

>I want to support you, Dante

(+10 Amore)

Dante: Can I really become a good role model?

Dante: But, I’m satisfied being your guide…

Dante: Hahaha! Usually you stay behind so I can protect you. Isn’t that logical?

Dante: But…since you’ve chosen to be by my side—

Dante: I’m happy to hear that

Dante: You’ll support me? You’re quite confident, aren’t you?

Felicita: *mad*

Dante: I know. I’m probably already relying on you a lot

❤≪Dante≫ Seems concerned ❤≪Dante≫ Seems concerned ❤≪Dante≫ Seems concerned

Pleasure: I’m happy to receive her praise

Link: Saving Joshua will also be my repentance

Link: My greatest achievement was earning your heart

Pleasure: Her words are reassuring…but deep

Person: Saving Joshua will also be my repentance

Pleasure: I’m glad we’re close enough to trust each other

Link: Saving Joshua will also be my repentance

(*grip) (*whish)

(*step) Liberta: Dante, watch out!

❤≪Liberta≫ Seems confused

Pleasure: The skeleton!

Pain: What’s up with this ship!?

Felicita: !?

(*clang)

Dante: Thank you, Ojou-san, Liberta

❤≪Dante≫ Seems concerned

Pleasure: Ojou-san and Liberta both saved me

Person: I can’t let my guard down

Link: Saving Joshua will also be my repentance

Liberta: Geez, Dante! Focus! Is that skeleton the leader!?

Joshua: Ahhhhh…

Dante: Joshua…

Dante: …Ojou-san, is it possible for you to save him using the power of “The Lovers”?

❤≪Dante≫ Tarocco

Person: Ojou-san should be able to use her powers without issue now

Link: Saving Joshua will also be my repentance

Arcana: I’m not just denying our powers

Dante: “Justice” has lost sight of its true self…so use your powers to see what it truly wants

Dante: You should be able to do that now

Felicita: Okay

>It must…not really want to be apart

>”Gli Amanti”, lend me power

Gli Amanti: How interesting

Gli Amanti: I’m not the only one who likes my host

Gli Amanti: The power of your love has certainly grown

Gli Amanti: I can see that, so I will gladly lend my power

Gli Amanti: “La Giustizia” is confused…it wants to return, but is attached to its host

Gli Amanti: When it awakened, its host had no need for it, so perhaps it is resentful

Gli Amanti: It isn’t enough to need “La Ruota della Fortuna’s” power like it desires

Gli Amanti: Well, that’s all I can do

Gli Amanti: Continue to nurture your love, my master…

Felicita: !

Dante: Joshua…was set free?

❤≪Dante≫ Seems concerned

Person: Joshua looks…

Arcana: So “The Lovers” has provided the answer

Place: This light is…

Joshua: The Tarocco couldn’t return…because of my regrets…?

Dante: That’s just how you see it. “Justice” has already returned to its card

Dante: That was to be its fate sooner or later

Joshua: Fate guides us…you mean

Dante: …You understand, right Ojou-san?

Dante: The Tarocco was created by a human, and have not only power, but also emotions and a will of their own

❤≪Dante≫ Tarocco

Pleasure: Ojou-san seems to be friendly with her Tarocco

Arcana: The relationship between humans and that Tarocco is unknown but profound

Person: Joshua looks…

Dante: All we can do is struggle as we are manipulated by the Tarocco’s great power

Dante: Since it seems that is what they desire

Liberta: Dante! Where’d the leader skeleton go?

❤≪Liberta≫ Seems concerned

Pleasure: It’s so bright

Person: The one with clothes is the leader, right?

Daily: I haven’t fought it yet!

Dante: The leader of the skeletons…returned to where it belonged

❤≪Dante≫ Seems concerned

Arcana: The relationship between humans and that Tarocco is unknown but profound

Person: Joshua is Liberta’s…

Place: He’ll pass on in his rightful form…

Liberta: Aw, really. It ran away? …But, this view is really nice…

❤≪Liberta≫ Seems shocked

Daily: But I didn’t get to fight it

Place: Now we just have to get home to Regalo!

Dante: Yeah…

Joshua: …What kind of place is Regalo?

Liberta: Huh!? Why’re you asking that?

Joshua: I’m asking because you’re the one who’s here. Regalo was the destination of my journey

Dante: …Answer him, Liberta

❤≪Dante≫ Arcana Famiglia

Link: It’s not my place to say

Arcana: We have one more job left…

???: I can’t see very well here

Liberta: Dante? Oh, okay. You look like a ghost, so I’ll tell you before you go

❤≪Liberta≫ Seems concerned

Place: He knows Regalo?

Pleasure: Talking to a ghost will make for a great story later

Liberta: Regalo’s the best! There should be tons of flowers blooming right now, and everyone’s really nice

Liberta: …You should visit in your next life!

Joshua: Yes. I hope to as well. Thank you…

Liberta: Yup!

Dante: ……

Dante: …My last job here is done then…

Felicita: …

>I was scared, but I waited for you

(+30 Amore)

>Don’t leave me alone

(+20 Amore)

>Joshua has…

(No Amore)

Dante: Yes, you did well…

Dante: You’ve always been easy to scare since you were young

Dante: Yes…I apologize for making you scared

Dante: …I remember you clinging on to me like this the same way a long time ago

(Skip the next dialogue choice box)

Dante: This may sound cold, but his fate was already decided

Dante: …I’ll stay with you in his place. That has always been my duty

(Skip the next dialogue choice box)

>You remember?

(+10 Amore)

>I wish you’d forget…

(No Amore)

Dante: You spread your tiny arms wide and clung to me with all your might…

Dante: How could I forget?

Dante: It’s alright now…

Dante: What? Now is the only time I can say it

Dante: You get embarrassed too easily

Dante: It’s alright now…

Dante: But our feelings for each other have changed since then

Dante: Now…we’ve become closer kind of family

Dante: It’s embarrassing to admit, but when I’m with you, I end up acting so disgraceful

Dante: Like when you look at me with such honesty in your eyes…I never want to give you up to anyone

>I don’t want to let you go either

(+10 Amore)

>I want to stay with you forever

(No Amore)

Dante: I see…so you feel the same way

Dante: We’re alike…so we’re a good match

Dante: Felicita…

Dante: Of course you can

Dante: I’ll stay with you to make up for the time we were apart…

Dante: Felicita…

Liberta: The heck…I can’t watch!

❤≪Liberta≫ Can’t seem to handle it

Place: I can’t go over there!

Person: Have Dante and Ojou always been that flirty?

Nova: Cut it out already! And please explain what’s going on with shady Alchemist #3 over there, Dante!

❤≪Nova≫ Seems nervous

Person: This is unsightly!

Arcana: We aren’t done here

Place: Wait until we’re home

Ash: #3…you mean me!?

❤≪Ash≫ Seems irritated

Person: Shut it! Soybean!

Arcana: I’m the one who went after the old man

Link: Joshua…was saved

Luca: Well, the alchemist shouldn’t be a problem if he causes no harm

Luca: But the other thing is a different matter!!

Pace: Luca-chan’s making funny faces!

Debito: Leave them…I just want a drink and a nap

Dante: Haha…they can’t seem to bear this, but I suppose it means they care for you

❤≪Dante≫ Seems nervous

Person: Ash reminds me of how I used to act brave

Love: I don’t want to look like this in front of the young ones…

Ash: Don’t think you’ve won, old man. I’ll be staying in Regalo until I can get back at you!

>You can just ask for help

(No Amore)

>I won’t leave my “family” behind

(+30 Amore)

Dante: Yes, you’re still young. It’s the best time to be honest

Ash: I’ll pass if that means becoming a pervert like you

Debito: I agree he’s definitely a pervert

Dante: Yes. While you’re in Regalo, you’ll be “family”

Ash: Well if I just live on my ship in the sea, I won’t be family. Take that!

Luca: So another twisted person has joined our Family…

❤≪Dante≫ Seems to be having fun ❤≪Dante ≫ Seems concerned

Daily: It won’t go that easily though

Link: Ash needs to be around people

Pleasure: Words fitting of our future “Donna”

Link: Ash needs to be around people

❤≪Ash≫ Seems concerned ❤≪Ash≫ Seems concerned

Person: Don’t cling to each other in public

Link: I’m glad Joshua was saved

Arcana: I’m the one who went after the old man

Person: I’m family too?

Arcana: I’m the one who went after the old man

Link: I’m glad Joshua was saved

Liberta: Wait, why do you and him get along?

❤≪Liberta≫ Seems concerned

Place: This ship is interesting!

Person: Isn’t he our enemy?

Pleasure: This’ll be fun!

Ash: Listen! Don’t go calling us friends, family, or anything like that

Dante: Hahaha! Come then, if you want! I’ll take you on any time

❤≪Dante≫ Seems happy

Pleasure: I feel like I’ve been saved by saving someone

Love: I’ve been saved by having Ojou-san by my side

~*End of Scene*~

Special Voice obtained. It can be heard in the Profile section

(Continue to Famiglia Epilogue)

(Continue to ED1: 700+ Amore)

(Continue to ED2: 400+ Amore)

(Continue to ED3: <400 Amore)

(Back to Directory)

#dante #arcana famiglia #vascello fantasma no majutsushi #chapter 5 #solar translations #psp game #translation #releases #wow it took a long time for heart reading to show up

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they-callme-ami · 5 years ago

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Lunch Break (Tobias x Fem MC)

It’d been a few weeks now… and you couldn’t stop thinking about that night, your date with Tobias. Not only had you eaten some delicious treats and went on a pleasant walk, but he made you breakfast the next morning. This man was a keeper but you were terrified to try and take it further. Dating was always hard for you, since you were so used to hearing and seeing and living through rejection for years.

What if he didn’t like you like you liked him? What if he was just entertaining you and teasing you again? Leading you on for future hook-ups? That question was something you had to ask every time you met a new guy, and it was humiliating every time you were right in your suspicions. These were terrible thoughts to have while heading towards Mass Kenmore with exactly 40 minutes for your lunch-- thankfully it was only a 10 minute ride to get to Kenmore from the hospital. When you finally arrived, you were surprised to easily just...walk in. No guards asking for a Kenmore badge, no weird looks..you just walked in before bumping into a familiar brick wall--or, rather, a familiar set of broad shoulders and abs.

“Oh sorry--” He looked down at you and his eyes widened...nervously? “Y/N---uh, Dr. Y/L/N...what are you doing here? Has Ethan made you his lap dog or something? Came to send me a message, Lassie?” He grins and a few laughs from his female coworkers rang through your ears as they whispered and pointed..and he winked at them. Oh FUCK that..

“Actually, this is a message from...just..can we talk somewhere else, Dr. Carrick? I promise you don’t want ANYONE to hear what I’m about to say.” You put on a fake smile but even he could see he got you messed up. The two of you headed to the elevator and by god, you had never smacked anyone so fast.

“Ow! Y/N I--”

“Carrick you better say sike right now--calling me a ‘lap dog’ in front of everyone. I skip my lunch break to come talk to you and I will be damned if you say something else....” You crossed your arms as the two of you got to the floor with his office. You walked inside and just as you got in, he closed the door hard--oh fuck-- and locked it.

“Okay first off--if you smack me again we’re both gonna act like fools. Second off, you still work at Edenbrook and I got a reputation to uphold if you forgot. Loveable asshole and all.” He smirked and walked closer. “And, three...as much as I love you coming up to work during my lunch break and smacking me in the elevator, why are you here?”

You felt like a clown-- no no; the entire circus coming through town. Of course he was putting up a front for everyone here…

“....So, uhm...I uh--...I wanted to, uh…” You looked down, embarrassed and when you looked back up, Tobias had his arms crossed with a smirk, tapping his foot and humming. This mofo…”Look, I’m sorry...I guess I forgot you and I are still kinda...work enemies.. I have no idea how June handled this shit before you two--”.....did they ever break up? What if he was still with her again--what if now he thought you were just crazy and--and--

“Y/N, hey….hey hey, why are you crying?” His hands were suddenly wiping at your cheeks and pulling you back to reality. Dammit, you were crying over this? You must look like an emotional mess to him right now. Stupid...why would he like you? You worked for his rival hospital, you were 10 years his junior and he probably didn’t even like--

“Tobias, do you like me? Like...Like actually like me? I...I know I was so confident when I asked you out 2 weeks ago and it was one of the best feelings in the world...but, you seem too good to be true and I’m terrified you’re just playing me...be straight with me okay? I’d rather you just tell me right now if this is just sex or whatever. It’s nothing I’m not used to so just rip the bandage off now.” You just poured it out. It came crashing down...you managed to handle your career on the line--your damn life on the line--but the wound that still stung was how you were viewed by others. You wiped your eyes and sniffed a bit as you just emotionally broke down and let your fears take hold of you. You guarded your heart tightly...every insult that would come towards you, there was always that small voice in your head.

‘It’s because you're pathetic. Dramatic. Emotional. Crazy. Weak.’ you had prepared yourself for the rejection to come...but instead you felt his arms around you and your eyes widened. He was hugging you tight...and you felt wetness on your shoulder….tears, from him.

“Hey.... you should know, I broke it off with June months ago..it was a week after the incident at Edenbrook..look I...I know I’m terrible at playing it straight and serious like Ethan but...it’s unfair of me to not be upfront with you. If I sent some mixed signals--made you feel unwanted or...or...I’m so sorry Y/N.” He pulled away and held your face in his hands. “I want to be with you. I want to be with your crazy, loud, funny, emotional and adorable self. That night we--...that night I almost lost you, I-I…” he choked up a bit and held you tighter, as if you would slip away if he didn’t. “ I felt scared for the first time in a long, long time. I just thought...it’d be better to move on past it, since you seemed to like the confident and strong and cocky me. I wanted to be strong for you, I wanted you to feel happy….but...I do want to be with you, for real. No one else. Just you...if you’ll let me.”

You looked at him again while he spoke and could only smile before finding your voice. “Tobias….” you said in a raspy voice before continuing, “We are some of the biggest fucking babies I’ve met...blubbering and…crying.” You smile and kiss his cheek. “Gah...this would have been easier over text y’know.”

“Sure….but then, I couldn’t do this.” He grabbed you again with a laugh and kissed you sweetly. The two of y’all kissed or whatever, no big deal...but it was to both of you. He pulled away with a sigh. “Now….let’s head back downstairs, go out and grab some lunch nearby, and let me show you off in front of my coworkers.” He smiled and tucked your hair behind your ear. “I’ll even let you hold my hand and everything.” Tobias winks.

“Hah--I don’t think pettiness suits me…however, who am I to disagree with the guy who runs stuff around here?” You walked out the office...hand in hand. He stared at you the whole time and as you walked by those same laughing coworkers, Tobias yanked you close and kissed your forehead.

“I hope you’re okay with me driving you back to Edenbrook? I do not want my girl walking back to work by herself…” he said, kinda loud as you walked past them. Okay, pettiness looked fantastic on the two of you. This was definitely a productive lunch break.

#tobias x mc #reader insert #tobias carrick #tobias open heart #open heart tobias #choices open heart 2 #open heart 2 #choices open heart #open heart #choices #playchoices #pb choices #choicesgame #choices stories you play #choices fanfiction #fanfiction

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iwritethat · 6 years ago

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Tim Drake: All Hallows’ Night

A/N: I’ve been waiting all year for this and love the Halloween story ideas and I hope you all do too.

🎃: Tim encounters a ghostly presence in the manner but it turns out you’re more than the folktales let on.

>>>>—————————>

Once upon a time, there was a mysterious ancient house. It was in the rumours, the city speculations and old wives tales that ghosts thrived in Wayne Manor. Of course, all that once lived there or continued to do so were no stranger to these mysteries although the current residents thought nothing of such folk lores as they had no proof to suggest otherwise and thus paid no attention to unusual tendencies.

That was at least until Timothy Drake had one eventful Halloween, one he would not soon forget. At first the odd occurrences weren't given a second thought, objects falling from shelves and peculiar echoes in the hallways were all a normal day to Tim, the single soul in the Manor at the time. That is until he returned to the Bat Computer, scrolling through the research he'd compiled linking to the newest case of underground dealings.

"Definitely a mobster, I'm thinking Penguin to be honest."

"Yes, it certainly matches his usual pattern." The vigilante replied without hesitation to whomever had commented on his case file despite being alone in the Manor that night.

"..."

It was an eery silence, one like no other, despite his focused state, Red Robin had realised the impossibility of having an unfamiliar voice answer the silence.

"Who the flip?!”

With his delayed startling, the stranger laughed, Tim scrambling to his feet only to find an unusual presence perched on the desk of the computer next to where he once sat.

"You're Tim Drake right?" Of course, the male was too bewildered to answer the unwelcome intruder, simply nodding whilst pointing his bo staff.

"I'm (Y/n) (L/n) by the way, thanks for asking."

"How did you get in here? The security systems are top of the range, they would've informed me of your access." He was astounded, tilting his head out of curiosity yet retained the offensive stance.

"Guess they're on the brink huh? No need to worry though mate, I mean you no harm~" The (h/c) beauty grinned with a wicked smile, offering out a hand for Tim to shake. The hero smiled in response, though still wary, met theirs in greeting - however instantly backed away upon doing so, their hands never met, instead his passed straight through (Y/n)'s own.

"Well then, I suppose you have your answer about security now." The entity smiled, hopping off of the counter and strolling towards him.

"What on earth are you?"

"Hmm, technically at this point in time I'm a ghost, wandering spirit? Although phantom has more finesse to it, wouldn't you agree?" The intruder brought a hand to their chin in thought before directing a smile toward him.

"I um, what?" Tim stared in confusion, closing his eyes as a break from the newest shreds of weird information.

"Oh no, you know what? Spectre has a nice ring to it too."

"No, I mean... wait, does that mean the stories are true? Wayne Manor is haunted? By you?" Tim was full of questions, just as expected by this latest phenomenon.

"For tonight it is, and for the unforeseeable future I'm afraid. Don't get me wrong, I had the full intention of keeping to myself but it's incredibly boring and this case seemed like a viable distraction." Was carefully explained, gesturing to the computer with a mischievous glint to their eyes much to Tim's fascination.

"Okay. Alright. Sure. For the sake of my sanity I'm not going to argue with a ghost... (Y/n)." Tim shook his head, once again sitting at his computer.

"Ah you're my favourite Robin already." Came the hearty response, the entity leaning on the back of Tim's chair as he scrolled through. They bounced ideas off of each other, methodology, motive, the next areas to strike and soon enough Tim was clad in his uniform readying to disappear into the night. The unlikely pair walked together towards the exit, planning a strategy on dealing with the Penguin and had the intent to carry it out - until Tim walked through the exit and the spirit clashed with an invincible force, curses spewing from their lips.

Red Robin was once again beside them, opting to offer physical comfort before he phased past them and had to settle for verbal inquiries.

"What happened? Is it some sort of barrier?"

"Damnit Constantine, tethering me to Wayne Manor of all places. Dumbass sorcerer..." It was only faint frustrated mutterings but explained your situation rather adequately.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"I haven't been completely honest with you, but in my defence you didn't ask. I'm verging between the spirit and living world and I'm relying on John bloody Constantine to pull me back from this purgatory. And since it's Halloween I'm guessing my spirit can manifest." The entity gave an exasperated sigh, rolling their eyes at the mention of their comrade.

"That's a lot to take in (Y/n), wheres Constantine now? I can go and lend my assistance, maybe I can -"

"No Tim, you have to help Gotham. You've known me no more than a couple of hours, you have more important matters to deal with." Despite their previous remarks it was obvious they had trust in Hellblazer and didn’t wish for their circumstance to interfere with Robins’ duties.

"Maybe so, but I'd like to think a couple of hours is enough to say you’re not so bad. I can't help but wonder what it'd be like meeting you in person." Tim wittily replied, raising a brow in their direction.

"Maybe one day, until then I'll stick to haunting."

"Hey RR, who are you talking to?" Dick Graysons voice rebounded off of the walls to the cave, Tim directing his gesture to his latest accomplice only to catch a glimpse of static where they'd once stood.

"Uh- no one..."

"Hah, for a second there I thought you were going to say a ghost. Anyway, I got an update on that case of yours."

(Y/n)'s presence lingered for a while after Halloween although it was not as strong as then, but there were the little quirks that Tim noticed around the Manor.

'Nice job solving the case detective~'

Was written on the dusty surface of the attic during one of his ventures, foggy windows also held innocent scrawling of which Tim happily replied to whether out loud or with his own scribbles.

Then there was the peculiar static on his TV if he ever watched it between 00:00-1:00am, one he'd grown to value.

"Hey Timbers.”

"Ah you're back, and still haunting the place I see." The male looked up from his laptop, crossing his legs and smiled at the TV.

"Yeah well Constantine is apparently taking his sweet time." The image of the spectre was slightly blurred and flicked every so often but remained viewable.

"He told me what you did to end up here y'know." He’d referred to the call he’d made a few days ago inquiring about the odd circumstance and if he could assist.

"He's lying." It was a confident and quick reply, (Y/n) unwilling to discuss such matters.

"About sacrificing yourself to bring them all back from Hell? Despite not being in the vigilante game?" Red Robin elaborated further, knowing a majority of the details beforehand.

"Yup, so hard to believe it must be a lie."

"Why did you-"

"Because they're my friends, they helped me out and I took on some damn demon curse to save them. Anyway, who are we looking into tonight partner?" With a brief smile, Tim flipped the computer screen in their direction as a visual response.

Tim also took to using the radio frequently whenever he was alone, making it easier for the invisible resident to communicate with him.

"I miss food so much, it's rude of you to constantly eat in front of me you know."

"True but take out is just so amazing, I wanted to share the experience." He was being incredibly dramatic purely to get on his friends nerves though his playful side was rather endearing.

"I hate you right now." The guest replied, the radio crackling as a physical display of their words.

"Alright, alright, when you're back to normal I'm taking you out to dinner on me." Boy wonder instantly caved, but was truly sincere about his statement.

"Are you sure you can spare enough time to do that detective? Won't Gotham crumble without you?" The spectres sarcasm was heard even through the radio, and if he could see their expression Tim would bet they wore a smirk.

"I'll always take time out for you like I do now, but you have a point - I guess we'll have to take down some crime rings before dessert." It was accompanied by a shrug yet (Y/n) was grateful for his words none the less.

"Dinner and a show, I like it."

However it wasn't long before these daily instances Tim looked so forward to seemed nonexistent, the TV displayed the news without any interference, windows remained untouched of meaningful notes and the radio soon lost its appeal. Constantine was unreachable leaving Tim with no inclination as to what happened to the illusive guest and it seemed his family members noticed the sudden deterioration of his mood but chose not to pry quite yet.

It had been a week or two by his count, and he was currently packing for Titans Tower, shifting through his belongings and paperwork.

"Hey stranger, whatcha doing?" The voice held addictive familiarity, clearer to what it had been before, and due to this Tim answered like nothing had changed.

"I'm moving to Titans Tower, the Team thought it’d help our teamwork and I honestly can't wait."

"Hmm, when do you leave?" Their lovely tone held a hint of disappointment but was masked well for anyone but a detective.

"I'm aiming for this weekend, but don't worry I'll come back as often as I can to see you." He took a brief glance to the standing figure, lifting a box and walking straight through like he usually did purely to mess with them.

However, he hit a solid surface, the giggle following his actions causing him to almost drop his belongings but fortunaly the previously thought-to-be ghost stabled it with ease.

"Cool, I'll be able to visit you as well. But do you think you've got time for that dinner first? I'm starving after actually bypassing Manor security and climbing through your window." His realisation bringing a smug grin to (Y/n)’s lips as they finished.

“I- you- you’re back?”

“Yep, in the flesh although there’s some nice side effects... Nothing major though.”

“C’mon you’re telling me everything, the Manor is free tonight so how about take out and a movie?”

“Lead the way detective.”

Tim did so, however as the pair passed a hallway the former ghost halted before a beautiful oil painting and gently straightened the frame then turning to the questioning expression of Drake.

“Oh, it’s a half a centimetre off balance and it’s been winding up the ghost of the Manor for years. I promised to fix it once I returned.” (Y/n) nonchalantly explained, smirking as she passed an awestruck vigilante.

“...Ghost?”

“Who do you think told me about all your identities? Also, according to my recent conversation with the ghost, apparently you missed me Timbers~”

“Of course I did but how do you know that?!”

“Side effects, but don’t worry I missed you too.”

(Y/n) remained cursed for the rest of her mortal life, to become a spectre as the clock strikes, marking the Witching Hour for every Hallows' Eve to come until the festival was up.

~~~

"The End." You dramatically finished, accompanied by a spooky hand gesture for emphasis as you enjoyed the warm glow of the campfire.

The fellow hero's seated on surrounding logs remained silent for a few moments before cheering, thoroughly enthralled in the tale you bestowed upon them as per tradition of Halloween night.

"That's one hell of a story (Y/n), and basing the characters off of yourself and Tim was genius!" Cassie complimented, standing up with sheer delight as you smiled.

"Way to put a twist on a classic horror story telling, never would've thought of something like that." Conner nodded in approval, proudly smirking at the exchange of smiles between yourself and your boyfriend.

Tim sat beside you, nudging your shoulder out of the playful knowing you both shared and of course what came with the success of your tale. The chime of the cities bell tower echoed in the distance and with it you stood before your fellow hero's who had no intention of sleeping quite yet and wished them a good night. Tim followed your lead, gently brushing his fingers with yours as you strolled back to your room for the evening as the Team watched you both disappear into the eery night exchanging playful remarks.

But... if they had just looked a little closer....

Taken more notice...

Maybe they would have caught how Tim's digits effortlessly phased through your own as the witching hour had begun...

#dc #dc imagine #tim drake #tim drake imagine #tim drake x reader #red robin #red robin imagine #red robin x reader #dc gets spoopy

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amenomiko · 6 years ago

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Let's say the Sengoku Warlords went to the future with MC (because wormhole is a troll for sending them for 3 months straight) and among those days, she run into her EX:

1. Nobunaga: *stare down at her ex with menacing aura*

Ex: So this is your new lover huh? I thought you found someone better MC, but to find someone with a weird name- pfft- are you a history freak now-

Nobunaga: Better than a peasant who wouldn't get her hands in marriage. I guess you are a descendent of ronin with a sad life. *smirk*

MC: N-Nobunaga, don't mind him, let's go- NO DON'T SUMMON HAGURO TO PECK HIS EYES NO ((((;゜Д゜))) (Since when he brings Haguro along??)

2. Hideyoshi

Ex: Wh- wow MC seriously? Instead of a lover he treats you like he is your brother or something. Are you into brotherly love now?

Hideyoshi: Now, now, that is not nice.

Ex: Hah? Who ARE you to say that? You are not my mo- what the hell stop it what are you doing with my head- why are you patting me? STOP!

Hideyoshi: You are the tough one huh? Haha it's alright to feel insecure. But I must thank you for loving MC before me 😊

Ex: Stop- I'm telling you to stop petting my head-- *blushes*

MC:....Are you....crying? .___.

3. Masamune

Ex: PFFFT HE CAN'T EVEN SEE WITH ONE EYE! HAHA MC ARE YOU FINE WITH ANYTHING AS LONG AS HE'S HANDSOME-- BUARGHHH (っ'-')╮=͟͟͞͞🍈) ﾟдﾟ）

Masamune: Lass, lass, kitten. Calm down- (Where did she get that Melon-)

MC: How dare you.. How DARE YOU to say THAT to the most handsome warlord during Sengoku Period!! You..! *Holds both of her ex's legs and spread it apart*

Masamune: L-LASS- Σ(д)??

MC: CREATURES LIKE YOU SHOULDN'T BREED ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨!! *Kicks his *beeep* non-stop with her heels*

Masamune: LASS- MC- MY WIFE..! C-CALM DOWN!! *Hisses* Ehh- Ugh- Oh goodness somehow I can feel the pain within me..! Uh ouch (ಥ ͜ʖಥ)

Ex: HELP- SOMEONE- ANYONE- POLICE- POLICEEEE （ΩДΩ）!!!!!

4. Ieyasu

Ex: Heeeh. Even a mop hair can find love with the prettiest girl? How about you do something about your hair-

Ieyasu: *raise his eyebrows* How about you question why the prettiest girl is my wife now?

Ex: Tch..! Y-you- You are just-

Ieyasu: And to add to it how about you question why you are born in the first place? *smirk* I bet your mere existence is just another waste of life.

MC: （・３・）...I know he is Tsundere but he can evolve into Super Mega Tsundere huh?

Sasuke: Ah, I want him to kick me.

MC: SASUKE WHAT THE HELL-

5. Mitsunari

Ex: HAHAHAHAHA YOU- You are joking right? This over here is your husband?? PFFFT He looks like a girl..!! AHAHA OH MY SIDES HAHAHAHA

MC: *Roll up her sleeves* Oh you wanted to die so early huh (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)

Mitsunari: *Smiles* You acknowledge me as her husband, you are very kind.

MC: Mitsunari! He is insulting you, you know??

Mitsunari: He- he is? I don't see it because he seems kind. He even smile happily for us 😊.

Ex: WTH I'm not..! I'm laughing at your-

Mitsunari: See? He is happy. (*´ω`*)

Ex: I'm not--

Mitsunari: Thank you for giving us your blessings *smiles* ✨✨✨✨✨

Ex:.....Mom, I might found a new religion .˚‧º·(ฅдฅ｡)‧º·˚. THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL!!!

MC: What just happened ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ?

6. Mitsuhide

Ex: Ugh..! I hate that look in your eyes! Are you making fun of me??

Mitsuhide: My, how did you know? I guess Japan has lots of changes in intelligent wise indeed.

Ex: ARE YOU SAYING I'M AN IDIOT??

Mitsuhide: I didn't. Well if you insist you are one.. You are making things easier for me 😊.

Ex: WHAT'S WITH THAT SMILE FOR?

Mitsuhide: Oh I apologize if you are offended. I'm just happy for you, with that young age you've advanced more than the others in founding your purpose in life. 😊😊😊

Ex: *tears up* wh- wh- wh-- QAQ

Mitsuhide: Did I say something wrong, MC?

MC:...This is why I love you.

Mitsuhide: Hm? I love you too, my dear wife. *kisses MC*

7. Kenshin

Ex: *hides behind MC* M-MC!! D-DO SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR HUSBAND-- WH-WHY DID HE SUDDENLY PULL OUT A SWORD OUT OF NOWHERE AND HAS THIS SCARY AURA AROUND HIM QAQ????

MC: Ah.. (´◦ω◦`)

Ex: WHAT'S WITH THOSE BUNNIES AROUND HIM ISN'T THAT IMBALANCE FOR HIS AURA?? EEEEKK HE'S COMING TOWARDS US QAQQQ!!!

*tug on MC's arms*

MC: Ah if you do that-

Kenshin: You.......DON'T TOUCH HER CASUALLY WITH YOUR FILTHY HANDS (ꐦ°᷄д°᷅)!!!! *swing his sword aimlessly + starts to chase after MC's ex with all the bunnies follow suit*

Ex: EEEEEKKKKK POLICEEEEE (/QAQ)/!!!!!

MC: *make a call* Sasuke? Yes, I need those sake and plum. And Yes it happened again (*´﹀`*).

8. Shingen

Ex: *was taken aback by Shingen's abs despite he is wearing casual denim* Wh- what are you looking at?? W-wow MC you got a good haul this time huh??

MC: I know what you are thinking. It's hot right (*´﹀`*)🌸🌸🌸~?

Ex: N-NO I'M NOT WHY SHOULD I--

MC: Hehe. Shingen, this is ____. My ex. _____, this is Shingen, my-

Shingen: Her husband. And I'm the love of her life. *winks at MC and kisses her neck*

MC: H-hey stop it..! Not in public..! (∩´∀`∩)💕

Shingen: *whispers* I can't help but to feel jealous that I'm not your first lover.

MC: Aww~ but you are the one who wear the same ring as I am, aren't you (∩´∀`∩)💕

Shingen: You are really adorable, my Angel ♡(*>ω<)ω<*♡ *kiss* *kiss* *peck*

Ex: Uhm.. I'm still here.. (´•ω•`) um.. Hello?

Yukimura (still in Sengoku Period) : I don't know why I'm getting the shivers. Am I catching cold..? 😑😑😑

9. Yukimura

Ex: Oh. So you are the current lover of her huh?

Yukimura: Husband if you may. It may be "current" to you. But as for you, you must be the "Previous" lover to this wild boar I guess.

Ex: What did you just said? Wild boar?

Yukimura: Yea, she run like one. *shrug* but she always gets offended when I say so.

Ex: Dude! I thought I'm the only one! That's the reason we broke up just because I say she act like wild monkey last time..!

Yukimura: Monkey? Now when you said it..! She likes to throw me across the room. What am I? Banana??

Ex: HAHAH. GOOD ONE!!

Meanwhile MC: SASUKE DON'T STOP ME I'M GOING TO STAB BOTH OF THEM LIKE YAKITORI AHHH DAMN IT ALL LET GO OF ME SASUKE OR I'M GOING TO MAKE IEYASU HATE YOU

Sasuke: A-Anything but that (°ㅁ°)..! *sigh* I'm sorry my bestfriend, Yukimura.. I will see you in the after life.

That evening, Yukimura was hospitalized.

10. Sasuke

Ex: Oi MC. What's with your lover looking at me like that?

Sasuke: Hmm I guess that didn't work huh?

MC: Oh pardon him, I guess he's trying to show his scary face.

Ex: (Where??) Ugh whatever it is good luck with your new expressionless lover. I bet his face doesn't change when you are in bed..! AHAHAHHA MMFF- OAO *his mouth is shoved by ninja bomb*

Sasuke: *monotone voice* Ah, sorry. My hand slipped.

MC: Mind you, ___! At least Sasuke managed to swoon my legs off my feet! Unlike you, you peanut sized PE- *mouth covered by Sasuke*

Sasuke: There, there MC. That's TMI to my ears.

MC: BUT- well, I left him not because of that, it's because- mmmnn *kissed*

Sasuke: As long as you know that I'm the one who has tie the knot with you, making you cry every night, and soon will be the father of our kid- *face is shoved away* I will always megusta to your cuteness shyness adorableness *´ㅅ`)ﾞ♥

MC: Hawawawa stop it!! >/////<

11. Kennyo

Ex: *froze to Kennyo* (Uwa. Scary.. How did MC end up with him anyway- wh-what's with those small animals around him-)

Kennyo: So. You are the previous lover of MC huh?

Ex: Wh-what if I am? And what's with you? I don't see why MC choose someone like you.

Kennyo: I also don't see any reason why. For someone like me.

Ex: Heh..! Well you can always throw that ring away and MC can be together with me again-- WH- WHAT THE HELL MC WHY ARE YOU CHASING ME WITH THAT WEIRD STAFF-- EEEKK IT HAS A HIDDEN BLADE IN IT WHAT KIND OF WEAPON IS THAT???

Kennyo: Hm? MC? Since when did she take my staff away?

MC: YOU SAY ANOTHER WORD I'M GOING TO WRECK YOUR ANUS INTO NOTHING BISH SO YOU CAN'T TAKE A SHIT ANYMORE ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨ *shove Kennyo's staff like someone who wanted to pluck fruit from a tree while her ex hug the tree's body for dear life*

Kennyo: MC... What kind of language you are saying? What in the world.. (￣‐￣)んー

-I bet we will do the same thing if we have this kind of ex huh 😏👌?-

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen mitsuhide #ikemen nobunaga #ikemen sengoku imagine #ikemen ieyasu #ikemen kenshin #ikemen masamune #ikemen mitsunari #ikemen sasuke #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi #ikemen yukimura #ikemen shingen #ikemen kennyo #boyfriend #ex boyfriend

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Not Quite Alone

Okay so @patton-birdie had some amazing Patton Angst Ideas (right here!) and I really wanted to write something for them so I wrote this!!

Also! I gave up on the intense angst almost immediately because I just... couldn’t... but now it’s soft and hopefully not complete trash so meh??

Summary: Patton meeting his future best friends (in a high school au)

Ship: Platonic LAMP, background Dukeceit

Word Count: 1,274

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, sympathetic Remus, sad Patton, awkward teenagers, swearing, nothing else?? Correct me if I’m wrong though!!

~ ~ ~

~ Virgil ~

Patton kept his head down as he hurried down the hallway, he knew there was no point in rushing, he had an hour until his next class but he still preferred to wait outside his classes, it’s not like he would ever go hang out with his friends, he didn’t have any, Patton was used to being completely alone.

Patton accidentally bumped shoulders with another student and flushed with embarrassment, “sorry!” He said quickly.

He finally reached the art rooms and exhaled at the sight of the mostly empty space outside them. Just as Patton went to sit on the floor by a wall his teacher, Thomas came out of his classroom, “hey, Patton.”

Patton looked up and smiled slightly with a nod, “hi.”

“You can sit in there if you’d like, get a head start on that homework,” Thomas teased, knowing fully well that Patton was ahead in all of his work.

Patton thanked the teacher and moved into the classroom, he kicked his bag under the table and pulled his things out, after plugging in headphones and gathering his pencils, he started sketching, it wasn’t school work, but it was fun and it kept his mind off the fact that other students would be hanging out with friends right now...

Patton shook his head to clear those thoughts and returned his attention to his art.

Patton had been so absorbed in his art and the music playing in his ears that he nearly fell off his seat when he heard someone speak, he let out a terrified squeak and clutched the table, his pencil clattering to the floor.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” the person said, they knelt down and grabbed the pencil, he looked up and smiled at Patton, “I said your art was really pretty.”

Patton blinked, “oh. Thanks,” he looked at his pencil to avoid making eye contact with the outrageously attractive teenager standing in front of him.

“Your name is Patton, right? I’m Virgil.”

“Hi, um yeah, I’m Patton.”

Virgil nodded and gestured to the art, “this is really good, by the way. I love your style.”

Patton looked at the drawing, a half cat half human posing dramatically with a bright smile and lots of stars and swirls, he’d started coloured the hair, lots of blue and purple with streaks of pink.

Wait. He needed to respond, oh dear, “okay.”

Fucking hell. Virgil snorted and covered his mouth to hide his laughter, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh,” he smiled and pulled a seat out next to Patton, “that’s something I would say too.”

Patton shifted in his seat, “oh.”

“I can move if you want,” Virgil offered, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

Patton shook his head rapidly, “no no, I’m just... I’m sorry, I’m not too great at talking...”

Virgil shrugged, “I can relate.”

Patton looked at him, I can relate. He’d never heard those words directed at him before...

~ Roman ~

“That is absolutely insane!” Roman shouted.

“Rude! That is rude!” Remus yelled back.

Dee crossed his legs neatly with a loud sigh, “give it up, Ro. No one can beat my Reeree in ridiculous debates.”

“Ah-hah! See? I have backup!”

“How am I related to you!?”

Patton watched the argument with a smile hidden behind his hand. Roman and his twin, Remus, continued to fight from across the classroom until finally, the teacher came in and told them to sit down.

When Roman sat down next to Patton, the shy kid didn’t expect him to lean over and whisper to him, “I really like your shirt.”

Patton glanced down at his Aladdin shirt, “thanks.”

Roman tilted his head to the side, “so it can speak... interesting.”

Patton shuffled his feet, looking away for a moment, trying to figure out the right response, okay didn’t quite feel like the right fit. Roman chuckled, “I’m kidding. You should talk more, you seem like the kind of person with interesting things to say.”

Patton looked over, “I do?”

“Mhmm,” Roman smiled, “you do, Patton.”

~ Logan ~

Virgil looked up from his art work and saw Patton, the quiet kid from the other day. He gathered his things and sat down next to him, “hey.”

Patton looked up, appearing slightly alarmed, “oh, hi, Virgil.”

“You can call me Virge.”

Patton nodded, “right. Okay, Virge.”

Virgil smiled slightly, three words. Progress.

Virgil noticed his friend walk in and he waved, “hey, L!”

Logan noticed and walked over to sit on the other side of Patton, he nodded in greeting, “salutations.”

Virgil gestured to his friend, “this is Logan.”

Patton nodded, “hi, Logan.”

Logan pulled out his own art work, “I’ve seen you around, your name is Patton, correct?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“I’ve also noticed your art on posters around the school, you’re talented.”

Patton blushed, “yeah, teachers like it when I make posters for them.”

“Cool,” Virgil said, “posters are fun.”

“I agree, I enjoy summarising information into readable and well thought out designs.”

Virgil snorted, “yeah right, you use obnoxiously long words and confusing speeches instead of normal sentences.”

“I feel as if obnoxiously qualifies as a long word.”

“Not my point.”

“You’re only saying that because because I’m right,” Logan teased.

“Shut up.”

Patton listened to them with interest, not daring to interrupt. The three of them worked on their art for a while longer, Virgil and Logan chatting the whole time, well, less chatting and more debating but still, talking nonetheless. Every time Patton tried to speak, he’d stop, a little nervous he’d ruin the conversation.

Logan put a hand on his arm, “are you alright? You’ve been quiet.”

Patton glanced at the hand on his arm, it wasn’t threatening, it felt... comforting; a welcome sign that Logan was listening and interested in him. Patton shrugged, “I’m just a little quiet, I’m sorry.”

“Nonsense,” Logan dismissed, “no need to apologise, you shouldn’t feel pressured to speak but I would hope you’re comfortable enough to talk when you want to.”

“I am,” lied Patton.

Logan moved his hand from Patton’s arm to his back, “did you know that some people find physical contact comforting because it helps them feel welcome in the conversation?”

Patton looked at him, a questioning look in his eyes. Logan nodded, “fun fact,” he added with a small smile.

~ ~ ~

Patton knew he kept shifting and shuffling around but he couldn’t help it, he wasn’t used to being around other people, it felt unfamiliar and strange and if constantly moving was helping to work off some of that nervous energy, then was it really so bad?

Logan looked at him, “Pat, come sit over here,” he offered, pushing Roman’s backpack aside so Patton could sit next to him on their school field.

Roman scowled playfully as he moved his bag away from Logan. Patton crossed their small circle and sat where Logan had suggested.

Virgil snatched some food from Roman’s hand and popped it into his mouth with an evil smirk. Logan put an arm around Patton’s shoulders and moved so their sides were pressed together, “tell me to move away whenever and I will,” he whispered.

Patton nodded, “thank you,” he leaned in even closer, “but you don’t need to.”

The four of them adapted quickly and it didn’t take much time for Patton to open up completely. He’d chat and giggle with Virgil and Logan all through art. He’d laugh and cheer for Roman when he fought with his brother. He was always grateful when they held his hand or hugged him or assured him through small touches that he was welcome here.

And Patton would smile.

Maybe he wasn’t completely alone after all...

#sander sides #thomas sanders #ts sides #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic duke #deceit sanders #remus sanders #platonic lamp #or romantic #highschool au #rj fic

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