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“Reclaim your throne” slogan is just big cruel joke.
A lot of people (including me) expected an epic journey about Prince Noctis, who is gonna fight evil Empire and take back his Kingdom. Common fantasy plot
that involves restoring the rightful heir to the throne (”Lord of The Rings”, “Lion King”, “King Arthur“, thosands novels and films). Well, we all know how it actually ended.
Final Fantasy XV is Japanese game.
So, let me tell a short story about another Japanese game - Dark Souls.
Dark Souls is video game series about repeating cycles of Fire and Dark. The Age of Fire is completely dependent on the First Flame. When the Flame starts fading, people start becoming Undead, because humanity in Dark Souls cursed with Starscourge Curse of the Undead. Eventually Undead lose their mind and go Hollow (mindless zombies… as I remember correctly “daemon” on Japanese is pretty similar to “corpses”).
Lord of Cinder in Dark Souls 3 is a title given to those who once were mighty enough to Link the Flame. If Undead tried to link the Fire, but weren’t powerful enough and failed, it just burned them to ash, which called Unkindled.
Anyway, even successful Lords should… take their Throne and sacrifice themselves for Fire.
“Reclaim your throne” was never supposed to be “Marry Lunafreya, defeat Nifflheim, restore Insomnia, live long and happy”. It was about “Go and kill yourself, Noctis” all along.
Title: Harmonize Character: Jason Dean A/n: This one was requested so i hope the anon likes it! I tried to build tension but i might have totally failed, buT anYwaY enjoy!
It was a total and complete surprise to everyone, including you sometimes, that you and Jason Dean got along so famously. Both of your personalities couldn’t be farther away from each on the spectrum.
J.D was infamously known for being a very intense person, who preferred to be more aloof and cool, maybe with the occasional sadistic tendency, but that’s beside the point.
You, on the other hand, were calm and an absolute delight to be around. You fell more on the reserved side, preferring the company of books and paintings over that of people. But it didn’t take long for anyone who was introduced to you to become enchanted by your personality.
J.D was no exception.
The pair of you met when you had been tasked with showing him around the high school, taking him to all of his classes and answering any questions he had.
“And this here is the library,” You said, stopping at the doors and letting him look inside.
“Something tells me you come here a lot.” J.D said, leaning against the door.
“Oh?” You asked, resisting the urge to push up your glasses that were slowly descending down the bridge of your nose.
You refused to adjust them in front of him, not wanting to prove his point.
“What makes you think so?”
The corner of J.D’s mouth curled up into a crooked smile as he took in the sight of your cardigan and the way your arms always seemed to wrap around yourself. He also noticed how your shoulder bag sunk into your shoulder, and deducted you had several books inside it.
J.D pushed himself off the door and sauntered up to you, he slightly ducked down and pushed your glasses up for you. “I’m pretty good at reading people.”
You looked up at him with wide eyes before you awkwardly turned around so he couldn’t see how pink your face probably had become. “I’ll take your next class then.” You said over your shoulder as you zoomed away.
A week later, you didn’t run into J.D much, apart from the classes you were in where his desk was right behind yours, so he spent most of the free time talking your ear off about whatever topic was swimming through his subconscious.
But outside of that, you roamed the hall with your friends from English club and kept to yourself most of the time.
Today, during lunch, you decided to browse the librarty instead. The nice librarian who had become a close friend let you know some new books had been shipped in over the weekend, and said you were among the first to find out.
Your finger trailed along the endless rows of book spines as you half-heartedly looked through them all. You had more than enough stuff to start reading, but you just enjoyed to be surrounded by books.
It made you happy.
One book had caught your attention, and you were flipping through its pages when you felt someone peering over your shoulder.
You turned with a start, sighing when you realized it was just J.D.
Then you noticed he was standing very close to you, one arm pressed against the shelf at the side of your face so you were essentially trapped against him.
“Knew I’d find you here,” J.D said as his hand reached out to take the book from you. His eyes scanned the page you were on before giving it back to you. “Guess I got you right.”
“Did you need something? Are you lost again?” You asked, trying really hard to not notice how dreamy his eyes looked in the lighting, or the stupid, dark strands of hair that had fallen of place on his forehead.
J.D shook his head. “Just wanted to see you.”
“Well hello.” You said with a nervous laugh, mentally starting to scream when your glasses started falling down your nose again.
You really needed a new pair.
“Hello.” J.D said with a smile, his face getting closer as his free hand reached up to put your glasses back into place again.
Except this time, he didn’t stop there.
He brought his hand to the curve where your jaw met your ear and placed a kiss right on the corner of your lips while his eyes remained on yours.
“See you later.” J.D said suddenly, giving you a wink before he left the shelves.
You had to take a moment to will the room to stop spinning while you tried to sort through your emotions.
Quickly shoving the book back into the row it belonged you left the library.
“I like your new glasses.” J.D said as he took a seat next to you on the library sofa, he was practically pressed against you while his one hand came to rest behind you.
“Thank you,” You said, subconsciously reaching up to touch the frames. “Lots of people seem to think so too.“
“Really? What sort of people?” J.D asked while he leaned closer to you. “Anyone I’d know?”
All your thoughts and words went out the window as the end of his nose pressed against yours. “I-I don’t think so, mostly the girls from my English Lit class.”
J.D hummed, slightly pulling back so he could brush the hair behind your ear. “Well that’s good, I thought I’d have to get jealous for a second.”
“Jealous?” You asked, now looking at him. “What for?”
J.D laughed, leaning down and placing a kiss along your jawline. “A charmingly sweet girl like yourself? Who’s crazy intelligent no less?” He asked, meeting your gaze again. “I think I’d have good reason.”
You hummed in understanding, your gaze sort of darted all over his face. “Oh, okay.” You said, all the thoughts in your head turning into static.
He smiled again, bringing his face up again and towards you.
J.D’s lips stopped a little ways from yours, noticing whenever you didn’t pull away he gently kissed you.
And then again.
And a third time.
Each one lasting longer than the previous one.
You only pulled away when he started to softly tug on your hair, trying to bring you closer. “Alrighty, well, I gotta go!” You said, jumping out of your seat, almost forgetting to grab your bag in your hurry.
J.D watched you leave the library with flushed cheeks and tousled hair, the back of his hand came up to his lips as he started to smile.
Monday mornings were perpetually bad, especially after exceptional Sundays with Chris. It’d been a year since you officially became a couple and things between the two of you were still as good as it’d been on your first, second, and third dates. The flames of romance and passion were effulgent; the level of strength of your relationship described as incandescent. The longer you thought about Chris, the wider your smile became. There were a few reasons as to why he was on your mind: one) you were that knee-deep in-love with the man; two) you were using your Minnie Mouse travel mug, to which he had a matching Mickey Mouse one; three) you were drinking the coconut chai tea McKenna Grace recommended to him which he then recommended to you. You didn’t know when it happened, but you’d become a half of one of those co-dependent couples whose lives were intertwined to the point where you couldn’t even be in an elevator with strangers without imagining what it’d be like with Chris there.
The silence was deafening in the elevator; you were the only one not in a suit of some kind possessed with a vacant stare. You thought about what Chris would say if he were stuck in that uncomfortable elevator with you and stifled your giggle by biting down on the rim of your travel mug. It was an accurate assumption of his that your job, though taxing, was better than “being stuck in an office doing that nine-to-five thing like a ritual.” Perhaps it did occasionally take away the excitement of going to a new place, but at least you were going to a new place. You had opportunities to take in the fresh ocean breeze while swaying with the palm trees, and you’d rather do that than breathe a stale air in a stuffy office standing still next to a water cooler. You still had to drop in at your publisher’s office every now and again, but you already had it better than most people both professionally and romantically.
You had to admit though it was hard to enjoy your romantic privileges sometimes. You were dating Chris Evans, an A-Lister who many thought you didn’t deserve. In your field, your success and stature would’ve been on par with Chris’ in his. You were highly successful and thoroughly respected, even renowned enough to be invited to certain A-List events. Yet in the eyes of his fans and the Hollywood media, you were still a nobody. You were reminded of that every time you walked by the magazines in a bookstore, or a grocery shop. You’d see the headlines: “Chris Evans dating out of his comfort zone, a travel journalist?”, “Chris Evans’ new girlfriend spotted with another man!”, “Chris Evans attends the People’s Choice awards alone, was it out of Y/N Y/L/N’s league?” It was frustrating to have a relationship feel like it was on trial, and this was a relationship with an actor who stayed out of the limelight as much as possible. What would it have been like for the others? You could never just be, there was always someone lurking, waiting for a mistake to be made so they could make their case to a jury of people who had nothing better to do. It wasn’t always easy, but you and Chris made it work. No matter the verdict, the choice was clear: it was you and him against the world.
You were fortunate in other areas, like how Chris wasn’t the kind of guy who had bad breakups. You had to admit when you first agreed to go out with him, you were a little worried about being dragged into an encounter with one of his star-studded exes. But so far, so good. All those rumors and warnings about how the ghosts from his past were waiting to jump out at your with their lipgloss smiles did nothing but amuse you now. The love was yours, it wasn’t for anyone to speculate. If there was doubt, the two of you would sit and talk. The relationship was important to the both of you, important to the point that you even ignored your father’s snide comments about his tattoos. But Chris knew your father liked him despite that, so he said nothing either. It was fairly obvious how much your parents adored Chris, just like it was how much his parents loved you. Things were going to last with him, there was no doubt there.
Chris pushed himself off his car when you walked out of your apartment building. He smiled as soon as he caught you in his sights. “Good morning, beautiful.” He called then laughed at your shocked expression. You had no expectation to see him today as Mondays were usually chock-blocked with work meetings for both of you. “Hi,” one of his eyebrow quirked along with the corners of his mouth as he pulled you in for a kiss. Your arms immediately made their way around his neck and you pulled your body flushed against his. “How are you?” He whispered, resting his forehead against yours.
“Wondering if I can still breathe after that kiss,” you responded then giggled when he smiled. “What are you doing here?” You asked, pulling away from him. “I thought you said you had a meeting today, shouldn’t you be halfway there?”
He glanced at his watch before answering, “three quarters of the way there, but I had to come see you first.” You bit the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from squealing at how adorable he was. “I wanted to ask you to join me for dinner tonight at the Van Heusen Steakhouse, seven-thirty if you don’t already have plans.”
“You couldn’t just text me?”
“I could, but I couldn’t do this…” He trailed off, dipping his head to meet your lips again. “And I’d give anything to do that,” he winked as he pulled away. You giggled and playfully shoved him, making him laugh. “So dinner, can I come pick you up at seven-thirty?” You nodded. “Awesome, there’s something really important that I need to ask you tonight.” You felt your heart skip a beat at that, then completely stop when he admitted “I’m actually kind of nervous” with a soft chuckle.
“Did you freak all your other girlfriends out too, or am I the exception?”
“What do you mean?” His innocence made you scowl. “What?” He laughed. “What did I say, Y/N?”
“You can’t just ask me to a fancy dinner, tell me there’s something really important that you need to ask me tonight, and leave it at that.” You bit and he laughed when he realized what his choice of words must have insinuated. “I love you, Chris, but I don’t think we’re ready to-”
“I’m not going to propose,” he cut you off, chuckling. You let out an audible sigh of relief and it was his turn to scowl, “okay, don’t sound so relieved.” His smile returned when you giggled. “I’m a romantic, I’m not an eccentric. We’re not even living together yet, you really think I’ll propose before we take that step? What if you’re a pain in the ass to live with?” He joked and you scoffed with a smile. “What if you talk during my football games, or force me to do the dishes immediately?” Another scoff escaped because you did do that; he laughed because he was obviously joking. “I can’t live with that for the rest of my life.”
“You know what, jackass,” you slapped his arm, “even if you did propose I’d say no.” He pouted, giving you signature puppy dog eyes as he grabbed you by your waist. “Get off me,” you laughed and playfully pushed him back when he tried to hug you. “Chris!” You shrieked with laughter when he lifted you off the ground, crushing you in a tight encasement created by his strong arms. “People are watching,” you giggled, “put me down.”
“I love you, baby.” He smacked a loud, scruffy kiss on your cheek before planting you back down on your feet. “Do you want me to drive you to work?” He asked as he released you. “I’m already late, I might as well be a good boyfriend while I’m at it. C’mon,” he took your hand and started to pull you towards his car.
“Can you be a good boyfriend and tell me what that really important thing you have to ask me tonight is?” You asked with a wince; the hope that laced your voice was not present in the next sentence after he shook his head. “Chris, come on. Have mercy, you know I’m just going to fixate on it until I see you tonight. Do you really want me distracted all day? I have meetings today, I can’t afford to be distracted.”
“But you’re so cute when you’re distracted.”
“Chris,” you tried not to laugh while you were being terse, but you failed.
“Why are you always so impatient?” He turned around, smiling. “Do you know how many surprises you’ve ruined because of your impatience?” He rhetorically quizzed and you scoffed; he smiled because he knew what you were going to say in defense.
“Are you serious? I could ask you the same thing,” you bit back playfully. “You’re the one who always hints he has a surprise for me. I wouldn’t even know if you didn’t say anything, but no, you always have to open your big mouth. So if we are really looking for someone to blame for my ruined surprises, shouldn’t it be you?”
“Okay, fine.” He rolled his eyes dramatically and you laughed. “You really want to spoil the surprise for yourself, fine.” He dug into his back pocket and pulled out a classic Disney Castle keychain with a single key. “Here,” he held it up in front of your confused face. You didn’t get it, you already had a key to his place just like he had one to yours.
“I’m pretty sure I’ve already got a key to your house.”
“You have a spare key to my house, yes, but this is your key to my house.”
“What are you talking about?” You laughed and he sighed with a smile. “It’s a key, it doesn’t-”
“I’m trying to ask you to move in with me, idiot,” he cut you off, chuckling. “The key was symbolic, okay? I know you already have a key and it works and it doesn’t matter if I call it a spare key or your key. I’m trying to ask you to move in with me.” You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh at his semi-rant. “God, I’m glad I’m doing this now. If I did this at dinner, I’d be too worked up to eat.” He joked then laughed when you did. “Will you please move in with me?” He wiggled the key in your face, a hopeful smile on his lips.
“Of course I will,” you swiped the keychain from his hand then wrapped your arms around his neck. He smiled and rested both hands on your waist before rewarding you with another tender kiss. “Just out of curiosity,” you began when he broke the kiss, “does this mean we’re on the path to getting married?”
“I’d answer that, but I don’t want to ruin any more surprises for you.”
a/n: hiii this was requested by someone (sorry i forgot, this is old) and uhhh it’s short, so sorry if anyone doesn’t like that :/ :D
request: can you do a enoch preference where reader has a peculiarity that they can control lighting and electricity or something and she is not in control and Enoch helps her or something please! :) btw I like your account!!!
y/n screamed. “ah!” she yelled, throwing her hands in the air and making the light bolts disappear. “i can’t do this, i can’t…” she whispered the last part and held her face with her hands.
enoch walked over to y/n and held her to his chest, soothing her back. his eyebrows were furrowed.
y/n and enoch were training y/n’s peculiarity for about an hour. the girl was now exhausted and annoyed. she tried to be in control over her power - that was what they were training now - but she failed constantly. y/n felt so miserable without any control over what she could do.
enoch felt y/n’s insecurity and being unsure of herself and sat her down on the bed with him. he wasn’t the best at comforting people or giving them the heads up, so the boy just kept quiet while holding y/n. the girl rested her head against enoch’s chest and sighed.
“why can’t i control it?” she said quietly. “why am i such a horrible trainer for my power? i’m supposed to be good at this.”
“you’re not a horrible trainer.” enoch spoke. “you’re just… a beginner at it. there’s nothing bad about that. i used to be like you, too.”
“yeah, but since what age are you able to do this?”
“uh… i was seven or six.”
“see? that’s the problem.” y/n sighed and furrowed her eyebrows quite hard. “i’m sixteen, and it’s supposed to be a power i don’t have to worry about controlling. i could hurt someone any time because i don’t know when can i get the sparks out.”
then enoch sighed. “what if it’s anger? that, like, activates your peculiarity?”
y/n hummed, but she had turned back on hope, anyway. “maybe. not that i could get angry on an exact time.”
“what if someone angers you?” enoch suggested.
“who - you?” y/n chuckled lightly. “sure, you annoy everyone, but you can’t anger me.”
“no,” enoch smiled, “not me. could a memory make you mad?”
“uhhh…” y/n furrowed her eyebrows again. “how do you get these ideas?”
enoch shrugged his shoulders. y/n wrapped her arms around his body and laid her head down on his chest. “yeah, i could try that.”