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sundered-souls · 23 days

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WoL verse

The more I think about it, the more I think this blog will be strictly for my WoL verse.

The main reason for that being that my main RP verse is a canon-divergent AU with my friends and we advance the story rather slowly, and the other rp threads I have are in yet another verse. And, tbh, as far as rp goes, I don't care too much in the end if everything links nicely together or not.

But admittedly, my WoL verse has changed a lot between what I had in mind primarily with Aïcha and what I have in mind now and I'm thinking about putting it in fic form. Or—knowing myself because I have too few spoons and not enough hours in a day anyway between life, work and school—some sort of detailed plan for a fic that'd work as a first draft and... nothing following after that.

So why not just share what I have for now?

I'll start with the prelude in this post because this is important foundation for what's to come, and I'm not sure what people know (or don't) about how Inge and Aïcha started. Plus there are certain things I've never discussed in detail before.

Fair warning: while the plan is to follow the MSQ closely, there will be changes. But aside from one character mentioned below, I have no intention to bring back to life dead characters. And among those who do come back in the official story, two will remain dead no matter what the MSQ says.

Prior to ARR

Under the cut 'cause it's a bit long.

The prelude (Inge)

In the equivalent of 1.0 to the Calamity, Inge was one of the adventurers that ended up being dubbed as the "Warriors of Light" at Carteneau. Whether or not I'll follow strictly what I know of that part for the story, I'm not sure, but the point is that she's a forgotten hero that got teleported into the future by Louisoix and, upon arrival in the middle of the Shroud, realized that 1/ nobody knew her anymore, 2/ she had no fucking idea where the rest of her team was or even if they were still alive.

After some time looking for them, she opted for helping rebuilding since the world didn't seem to need any more heroes (and the trauma of losing everyone was, well, quite heavy). She ingrained herself in Gridania's life pretty fast and was tasked, two to three years before ARR, to accompany a small group of scientists to explore the Western Shroud and give upon return a detailed account of the state it was in.

Among those were:

Griveroix, a cartographer that hailed from La Noscea with his young and far more enthusiastic apprentice, A'idan;

Wolfe, who needs a name change, an agronomist from Sharlayan working on his Archon mark;

after some shenanigans, an actually alive Foulques because in this verse the lancer story happens before ARR and involves another character of mine. He's not a scientist but he'll serve as an adventurer for protection;

Inge herself, of course, healer and alchemist here to make sure everyone comes back in one piece.

There'll probably be a few more people, whether named or not, we'll see as the inspiration strikes.

The Foulques situation

While on their way to the Western part of the Shroud, they'll be attacked by a group of Duskwights who initially wants to bargain either their life or their (very expensive) instruments against Foulques' life, which they told them had been arrested by Gridanians.

Inge'll manage to convince them to let her go and bring him back peacefully, and she'll arrive just in time during his fight against Alakja (the OC mentioned above) to cast a levitation spell and save the Duskwight from a certain death. (Much to Alakja's and his wife's relief, as neither of them wanted him dead.)

Keeping her promise, she'll bring back Foulques to his family and manage to get the expedition back on track... only for him to join them, while refusing to state exactly why. Cue some drama because Griveroix is a coward, A'idan an enthusiastic puppy and Wolfe paranoid, but eventually they'll settle on letting him join the expedition unofficially.

And that's how it goes for Inge until she's back in Gridania at the beginning of ARR, and soon after learns by Mother Miounne that a promising adventurer needs help exploring the Tam-tara Deepcroft.

An adventurer that you might have recognized as Aïcha.

The Prelude (Aïcha)

Aïcha's mother was not cut to be a mother, and to her credit she realized it soon enough to not make Aïcha's life hell. Instead, she just... left. So Aïcha's early life is simply her father and her in Radz-at-Han, living in relative poverty despite her father securing an extremely sought after and expensive dancing tutelage for his talented daughter.

While she didn't grow up wondering where the money for this came—her father had always been a proud and hard-working man after all—she got the answer nonetheless as she reached her eighteen birthday, when the debts her father had contracted had become so big that he couldn't pay them back and loan sharks came to their house to make it clear that he didn't exactly have a choice.

Worried for his life more than for herself, Aïcha decided to sacrifice her bright artistic future to save the life of the only family she had, and thus joined The Guild. Think of it a bit like John Wick's Continental, except they pretended to be an adventurers guild.

As we know, dancing in FFXIV isn't just about artistry: it's also about kicking asses. And Aïcha, perhaps tragically, was both excellent and willing at this. Over the months, she only got deeper and deeper to take the most lucrative contracts, switching dancing for a gun to avoid sullying her art further, until she got in so far that she couldn't see any other path for herself than crime.

Eventually she killed a kid that had simply been at the wrong place at the wrong time and saw too much, but that broke her. She sent her father to hide in Tural, turned against her old employer and faked her death before fucking off to Eorzea, where she attempted to start a new life as a gladiator.

She did always love the attention after all, and surely no one would look for her there.

It became apparent rather quickly how corrupt the whole system was, however, and while she could ill-afford to make a mess in her new home, she opted for becoming an actual adventurer this time. Which is how she finally joined the Adventurers Guild in Ul'dah and started this new chapter in her story: for money and redemption.

(In this order.)

#WoL verse #the prelude #also literally all of my OCs make an appearance in the WoL verse #some more often than others

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khfankeri · 1 year

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Prequel One-Shot to A Bond Greater Than Family

What happened the last time Lucas saw Amicia before a long seven year wait? I’m adding this prequel one shot as a Valentine’s gift to my fellow Lumicia shippers! *a day late* Written from Lucas’ perspective because Amicia is a blind idiot who doesn’t understand her own feelings and still has some trauma to work through. And yes, my chapter is still coming out this Saturday! I’m adding this one only on Tumblr till I finish the main story line since it would be a weird placement in my fic at the moment. Amicia is eighteen and Lucas is fifteen.

February 14, 1351

Lucas sighed as he sat outside near the cabin in the woods. The de Rune family cabin held a breathtaking sight of the mountains and Lucas could see birds flying high above him. Today was a day that signaled the start of the birds' mating season. He had climbed the mountain with Sophia in hopes of meeting with Amicia before making his way to Paris to study. But she wasn't here, and his time was running out. He would have to leave the next day, and who knew when Amicia would return from her travels. He had already tarried too long, and he knew he couldn't push his travels off even one more day.

Sophia whittled some wood with one of her knives as they sat outside in the cold snow enjoying the last bit of the day's sunshine. Lucas wrapped his blue and yellow cloak closer.

"Don't worry. She'll be here. She must have just been held up." Sophia assured him as he watched the edge of the wood line.

"I hope you're right... I'm not sure when I'll be able to see her again, Sophia. Her travels and my studying... if I don't see her now... I don't know when I'll see her again."

"It can't be that long! You two are never apart for long if you can help it!"

The way Sophia said these words made his face feel a little heated. She gave him a knowing look. His mind had been increasingly on Amicia as the years passed. He had thought time might dull these emotions, but not only had that not happened, those emotions had now heightened as he grew into adulthood. He hadn't wanted to put a name to what he was feeling, but it was becoming hard to ignore.

"I don't know if that will be the case this time, Sophia. I hope you're right though."

"I guess you'll just have to study quickly eh, Alchemist?" She elbowed him in the chest making him double over.

"That's not how it works..."

"And why ever not? You're the smartest boy I know! And well not really a boy anymore... you're almost as tall as I am now!" Sophia replied measuring their head heights with her hand as they sat.

He had grown taller. And probably still had a good bit to grow. He wondered how he would look next to Amicia now...

"I bet you'll be taller than Amicia one day soon..." Sophia grinned as if she had read his mind.

"Oh well..."

"Speaking of which."

He turned to see Amicia walking through the snow towards them, looking very much like an Amazon with her crossbow on her back and her warrior outfit on. Her hair was growing out almost reaching her shoulders where her fur of her cape lay. A sign of healing to Lucas.

"Lucas!! Sophia!!"

He ran over to her embracing her. "Oh thank goodness you made it! I was worried I wouldn't get to see you before I had to leave!"

She pulled back and smiled at him sadly, hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I got held up. Do you really have to go though? So soon?"

Sophia came up behind them and Amicia embraced her tightly. "Of course, he has to go! He's going to be a magister isn't he? He needs to put that big brain to work!"

Amicia sighed. "You're right. It's just hard to imagine not seeing you here, Lucas."

Lucas felt his heart clenching. To be honest, as much as he wanted to study, the idea of leaving her was almost too much. "Don't worry. I'll be back. I promise."

"Come on you two. That's enough sad talk! Let's make some dinner! It's getting late!"

Sophia led the way inside to the kitchen. "Lucas has become quite the cook since you've been away, Amicia! Show her what you can do, Alchemist!"

He felt his cheeks heating up again. "Hardly. But I appreciate your praise, Sophia."

"Well, you did learn from Andre didn't you?" Amicia asked, dropping a rabbit she had caught on her way up the mountain. She started skinning it expertly. "You're bound to at least gain some of his skill too."

"Ah! I forgot to get some goats milk! You two carry on! I'll be right back!" Sophia exclaimed, winking at Lucas who felt very much seen. He knew she was leaving the two of them alone on purpose. Was he that easy to read?? Did that mean Amicia knew too??

"Okay, we will continue cooking then!" Amicia replied smiling like normal. No, he didn't think she knew. Which he wasn't sure if he was supposed to be relieved or let down.

"I'll start the soup base." He suggested as Sophia left, rolling up his sleeves.

Amicia nodded and they worked in companionable silence for a few minutes as he cut the vegetables and she cut up the rabbit. Starting the pot on the stove, he looked around for the spices.

"Do you need the spices?" Amicia asked reading his mind.

"Yes, but I'm not sure where they've gone off too." He replied.

"Ah, they're up on the shelf. Hold on, let me get them." Amicia replied walking over to the other side of the kitchen and reaching for the jar. It was just out of reach. She sighed and looked around for her stool. Finding it, she brought it over and grabbed the jar off the shelf. Maybe one day he'd be able to reach it for her without need of a step stool.

Lucas felt a shock of warmth as she passed the jar to him, their hands meeting just for a moment. Startled, she looked at him for the briefest moment, but he looked away, unable to meet her eyes which were now on level with his. He saw a confused look cross her face as she turned away, and he cursed his awkwardness. He couldn't look at those beautifully intense eyes directly. It was too much. He might say something he'd regret.

"Will you look out for the Macula while you study?" Amicia asked suddenly.

"Of course. I can't let what happened to Hugo happen to anyone else ever again. I am an alchemist after all."

She nodded, her back turned to him. "Can I ask one more favor?"

"Anything, Amicia."

She turned to him then looking a tad reluctant. "I... I can only investigate so much by myself. If you hear of anything... especially since you'll be further north... would you mind investigating it?"

He knew this meant his studies would take longer. He also knew this might mean an even longer time till they saw each other again. But how could he say no to those eyes? How could he say no to her? Besides, he too wanted more answers.

"Of course. I will do everything in my power to see what I can find."

She looked relieved. "Are you sure? You know you don't have to agree to it if you don't want to..."

He reassuringly put his hand on her shoulder. "I do want to do this, Amicia. I want to solve this problem of the Macula almost as much as you probably do. Hugo wasn't my brother, but I still cared for him deeply. I don't want to see another Protector go through what you did ever again."

Tears filled her eyes unbidden. "Thank you, Lucas. You don't know what that means to me."

"Oh well, I'm glad I can be of service."

Lucas was caught entirely off guard as Amicia leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Don't sell yourself short, Alchemist. I can never ever repay you."

He cleared his throat and looked away, feeling as if he face was on fire. "Of course, you're family..." sure, just family. You see her as nothing else... besides, she's eighteen. What are the chances she'll stay alone forever? Let go, alchemist. The men must already be swarming her. Why would she even bother with you?

"Am I interrupting something?"

They turned to look at Sophia who had entered with a milk pail, watching them intently.

"Oh, Sophia! No, we were just discussing plans! He's agreed to help me look for the Macula up north while he studies!"

Sophia looked at him then, eyebrow rising. "I suppose that's unsurprising. Though I doubt most young men would agree to such things when there's so much to do while at the university." Students were well known for their drunken carousing and women.

"I assure you, Sophia, the only thing that interests me at the University is my studies. I can make time for this too." He had no interest in what his peers were doing. There was only one woman who would ever come close to capturing his interest, and she was the one asking this favor of him.

"Still... I'd hate for you to miss out on your life for me..." Amicia mumbled, looking dejected.

He touched her arm, causing her to look at him. "I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't want this too, Amicia. It's okay. Truly."

This seemed to help her a little because she smiled at him again. Sophia looked between the two of them smiling slightly. "Such dedication from a friend."

The way she said that word made Lucas cringe. Sophia was entirely too observant for her own good sometimes.

Amicia smiled at him. "He's more than a friend! He's family!"

"Hm, yes, family! That can take many shapes..." Sophia nodded sagely. Leaning over to Lucas, she whispered, "Family can also be a future wife..."

Lucas looked worriedly at Amicia, but she hadn't heard as she worked on adding the rabbit to the stew. "Sophia, please..."

Amicia looked at them in question, and Sophia just grinned, winking at Lucas so Amicia couldn't see.

"Anything the matter?" Amicia asked, eyebrow raised.

"No, no... Just giving our alchemist a hard time is all."

Amicia laughed. "When do you not?"

"That is fair." Sophia admitted.

"You know you can fight back right, Lucas?" Amicia asked him.

"She always knows where to strike. It's hard for me to block such attacks." Lucas admitted.

"It's my job to know." Sophia agreed.

They chatted while the stew cooked, and Lucas watched Amicia surreptitiously through dinner. He wasn't sure when he'd see her again, and he wanted to remember this night. She looked better. Healthier. Her short hair shown, and her weight looked healthy. If he was going to leave her once again, he wanted to make sure she would be okay. She smiled at him, and his heart filled with warmth. But her eyes looked sad, and he wondered if that sadness was his fault.

As he lay in bed that night, he tossed and turned considering all the things he could say to her before he rode away. But everything he could think of seemed worthless or too embarrassing to utter aloud.

The morning dawned cold and snowy to match the emotions Lucas was feeling. As he prepared to mount his horse, Amicia walked up to him handing him a rolled up parchment.

"What's this?" he asked curiously.

"It's a list of people and locations I trust that you can send letters or receive letters from me. If something is truly urgent, we can send letters to all these places to assure the other will see it sooner rather than later."

He gripped it tightly as if it were a lifeline to Amicia herself. The fact that she trusted him with this meant more than he could ever put into words. "Thank you."

"I'm the one that should be thanking you, Lucas. I..."

He suddenly felt concerned as she broke down into sobs, her head in her hands. Taking her into his arms, he held her close. Oh he didn't want to go. She was his home. Her hair tickled his nose, and he allowed himself to breath her in just for a moment. Looking up, he saw Sophia watching them with a bemused look on her face. He forced himself to pull back, and he placed his hands on Amicia's shoulders squeezing reassuringly.

"We'll see each other again, I promise. It's not like we won't be talking to each other... We just won't be in the same room for a bit."

Amicia sniffed, brushing tears out of her eyes. "I hate goodbyes."

"This isn't a good bye. It's just a... see you later."

Smiling through her tears, she nodded. "You're right as always. Be careful, okay Alchemist? Learn lots! Tell me everything you learn!"

He brushed some stray hairs out of her face and smiled at her. "Of course! That's my job!"

"Take care of yourself, Alchemist! I'm sure I'll be seeing you on my journeys as well!" Sophia called to him as he got on his horse.

"Yes, I'm sure I'll have use of you, Sophia!"

Looking back down at Amicia, his heart was telling him to jump back down and just stay put. But he knew he couldn't. He had to go. He had promised her after all. And there was so much yet to learn that he could use. "Good bye, Amicia. Be careful out there, okay?"

"I can take care of myself as you well know." she chided him.

"I know... Still. Look out for her, okay Sophia?"

Sophia grinned. "With my life, Alchemist. Now off with you! Otherwise you'll never leave!"

Amicia grabbed his hand as he was about to turn the horse around. He looked at her in question, his heart racing. "I couldn't do this without you... Don't forget to write, okay?"

He couldn't forget if his life depended on it. "I will."

Squeezing tightly, she finally let go looking resigned. Lucas turned the horse and started trotting. Looking back, he watched Amicia as he turned the bend. She too stood watching along with Sophia as they waved. As she disappeared from view, he knew one thing for sure. He was going to fight like hell to see her again.

*********************** Three years later Paris, France February 14, 1354

Lucas entered the pub that was so familiar to him now. It was the place he received most of his letters from Amicia, and it was in a part of town where many did not venture, helping aid in secrecy.

The bar maid eyed him as he neared, her blonde hair starting to come undone from her bun. Her chest was almost laid bare in an attempt to attract more customers. "The alchemist returns. I suppose you're here to see if there's a letter?"

"Naturally."

Smiling, she pulled out a letter that made Lucas' heart both beat with excitement and dread. "You two should get married already. It's been three years. How long can two lovers exchange letters and nothing happen??"

Mistress Ines was under the impression that these were love letters she was passing on, and Lucas hadn't bothered to correct her. It would take too long to explain, and he didn't want to share the secrets of their mission without Amicia's consent. And Amicia hadn't bothered to correct the woman either he thought a little pleased.

"What can I say? I'm a glutton for punishment." He replied, winking at her and taking the letter.

She just shook her head and went back to washing cups.

Sitting down in a booth in the corner, he saw he was garnering stares from the patrons. He was somewhat used to it by now, but he had started gaining unwanted advances from several women as each year passed, and that he had not be prepared for.

Looking at the letter, he steeled himself. He was always slightly apprehensive about opening a letter from Amicia. His fear was one day he'd open a letter to the words Dear Lucas, I have met a knight during my travels. He's a man of great strength, and he saved my life. I think I'm in love, and he's proposed to me and I've accepted. We are to be married in the spring. Would you do us the great honor of coming to our wedding? He had no right to feel such things, but yet his heart rebelled. If it made Amicia truly happy, who was he to object?? The woman deserved happiness after everything she'd been through.

So do you. Whispered an insidious voice inside his head. He pushed it away and opened the letter.

Dear Lucas,

I am well. Unfortunately the last lead I received ended up just being some tar from several jars that broke near the sea. Still, it wasn't a total loss. I have met a new friend. Her name is Bianca Medici. I saved her from some bandits on the road after coming across some men who ambushed her carriage. Luckily I had my trusty crossbow with me.

Of course she did he thought dryly.

I hope your leads have ended up being more fruitful than mine...

Unfortunately, he too had had no such luck so far. All his leads had ended up being dead ends or just a random sickness or two in remote villages. It wasn't all a bust though. He had learned a lot about alchemy and seen places he'd never dreamed he'd see before. His teacher Magister Moreau was very patient with him, and he too seemed very invested in the studies of the Macula. He found it very fascinating and concerning. He turned back to the letter.

But I'm trying to look on the bright side. I have made a new friend and ally, and she has offered to help me in any way she can.

That was a good stroke of luck. He'd heard of the Medici family. They were a very powerful family in Italy.

I have heard rumblings of possible black veins in the city of Calais. I hate to ask this of you since you have probably just returned from your last mission, but will you look into it? If there is another Carrier, I'd rather be the first to meet the person and not someone more nefarious. It may be nothing, but I'm not sure I can take the chance.

It seemed he had a new mission. His teachers would be very unhappy with him. He was already well behind. Though academically he was way ahead of most of his peers. And Moreau would be interested in his findings as per usual.

I am holding up alright. I am currently in Italy as you have probably gathered. My next stop is somewhere in Spain. However, I'd be lying if I said this has been easy. I miss you, Lucas. You always helped me look at the bright side of things. I hate that we keep missing each other in our travels. Hopefully we'll be able to see each other again soon.

Much love, Amicia de Rune

He smiled at the carnation symbol she had drawn rather roughly at the bottom of the letter. Sighing, he laid his head on the back of the booth causing people to look and stare. Closing his eyes, he felt his heart racing. This woman would be the end of him. And he'd probably thank her for it.

"Did the lady finally reject you, M'Lord?" One of the pretty barmaids asked as he sat there.

Opening one eye, he looked at the woman and laughed slightly. "I almost wish she would. No, it's worse than that. She gives me hope."

"So she's a tease then? Come, M'Lord! You deserve better treatment than that! Come with me! I can make the night well worth your time..." the barmaid practically pushed her chest into his face.

He gently took her shoulders and pushed her back. "I appreciate the offer, mistress. But I'm afraid I cannot accept."

What she offered felt like dirty water compared to Amicia's heady wine. Literally no woman had ever compared to her. They all seemed like cheap imitations.

The barmaid looked offended but backed away. "Fine. Don't say I didn't try to help. One day she'll find someone, and you'll be all alone. I suppose I'll be here to pick up the pieces, M'Lord."

If she did find someone, he probably would fall apart for a season. He would just dig further into his studies and ignore humanity for awhile. But she did not belong to him, and he had no right to her. She was not some possession to be owned.

Bending down to write his own letter, he gave Amicia all the details of what he had found on his own mission previously. He wished he had better news to report, but any excuse to write to her was enough for him. He found it a little ironic that he was penning a letter on Saint Valentine's Day. It was turning into a day of handwritten letters and romance in France and England though it wasn't quite as widespread as other celebrations. It had been a day of holy celebration for many, many years but was changing ever so slightly.

He would be lying if he didn't feel the temptation to throw caution to the wind and just write what had been brewing in his heart for years now. But he couldn't do that to her. And what if she didn't feel the same? He would have ruined their beautiful friendship and any chance of working together in the future to save the future Carrier. No, it was better he did not. Too much depended on this.

Finishing his letter, he wrote I miss you too, Amicia. I miss our days on the road learning and playing with you and Hugo. It's not the same without you. I will be on my way to Calais. However, I am at your bidding. I will be there whenever you call.

Your alchemist,

Lucas

Leaving the letter in the bar maid's hands, he walked out of the pub and took a deep breath. Yes, this was the right thing to do. He just wished his heart would get the message.

This may still need some more editing, but I’m pleased with it after only having a few days to write. Also, if you want to read the main fanfic, here ya go! :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43754575/chapters/110027392

#a plague tale #a plague tale requiem #a plague tale lucas #a plague tale: requiem #amicia de rune #amicia x lucas #lucas x amicia #lucas the apprentice #lumicia #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 link #aptr #aptr lucas #aptr amicia #aptr sophia #Sophia a plague tale #post canon #aged up

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nogenderbee · 9 months

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Hello! I hope I'm not too late for the Project Sekai Lover Event. If not, I'd like to request a pairing with a female character, if that's alright!

What nickname would you call your lover: I'm honestly really shy and super embarrassed when it comes to romantic nicknames so I would really call my lover by their first name or maybe a shortened version of their name.

What are your hobbies: I really enjoy reading and writing, especially fanfics! I've always loved fanfics growing up and enjoy everyone's creativity when it comes to storytelling and how they would spin together headcanons based on the information the original information gave us. Aside from reading, I also like to take walks to squeeze some exercise in everyday and watch anime whenever I have some spare time!

What's your perfect date idea: I think I would prefer something really lowkey like taking a walk through a park, going to an aquarium or zoo, or cuddling and staying home while watching anime. I'm not a big fan of loud noises so concerts or any loud event are out of the question.

What's something you hate in others: I really hate people who are inconsiderate. I've had some experience with going to a restaurant with some friends only for them to be on their phones and ignore me the entire time while I just sat there, so I would really love to be with someone who always takes my feelings and thoughts into account and tries to make an effort to have a conversation with me.

What are your main personality traits: I would consider myself to be introverted, hardworking, caring, and affectionate in private. I don't seem like much of the affectionate type on the outside, but I do like to show my lovers that I care and appreciate them through small gestures when we're in public and then show them physical affection in private.

What's an activity / hobby you like: I really enjoy reading and writing whenever I have the chance to! They're big boredom-killers and it's fun to imagine what a character would do in a certain situation!

What's an activity / hobby you don't like: I would say going to big parties or something along those lines. I'm not much of a socialite to begin with so having to spend time with so many people at the same time in a room that's probably loud and crowded would be a nightmare for me.

Thank you for all the hard work you do when answering these asks and I hope you had a great birthday this year!!!

Hii! Don't worry you're not too late! Also thank you darl <3 And of course I can pair you with female character so here it is~

Your pairing is...

🥁🥁🥁

Ichika Hoshino!

⊱ as for nicknames, she's pretty shy herself so she completely understands why you call her "Ichika" or "Ichi" (probably)

⊱ you definitely have writing and taking walks in common! So of course she also doesn't mind reading especially if something's written by you! As for excercise, she may not be the best companion but she'll do her best to keep you peace

⊱ and she absolutely loves calm dates! Be it cuddling in bed together or walking through parks, zoo's or any other places! Although she does sometimes want to go on a Miku concert with you, she'll understand your decision and instead will record the concert for you and show you once she gets back home!

⊱ as for your traits, she's not the PDA type either so your affections are usually shown in private. But she does enjoy small gestures like rubbing back of your hand or arm or so to give you a bit of comfort. But she also admires that you're so hardworking and especially caring! It's easy to say she appreciates your caring side and of course she's caring towards you herself!

⊱ and final headcanon because I cannot just miss it, I disagree to believe you two don't read or even write headcanons about Miku! Like Ichika is absolutely obsessed with her and everyone knows it so she definitely reads some fics with her! Not necessarily fluff but platonic definitely!

You and Ichika were right now just cuddling in bed while you were on your phones looking for nice fanfics to read together. You were of course still talking to each other, and then she found something interesting for her.

"Hey, look. I think I found something interesting!"

" 'Vocaloids babysitting child!reader'? Sounds good to me! We can try this! Is there Miku?"

"Yes... I was actually going through Miku tag..."

"Hah, like usually I see... well don't worry, I don't mind!"

"Thank you. Here, you can lean on my shoulder so you will have easier view. There's even your favorite Vocaloid in there!"

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#pairing #project sekai #colorful stage #project sekai colorful stage #x reader #project sekai x reader #colorful stage x reader #project sekai colorful stage x reader

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wardencommanderrodimiss · 5 years

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glasses

Really quick and messy Fae AU ficlet with Phoenix and Ema, written in about an hour and a half, trying to get myself back into the swing of the AU.

On the sixteenth of April, a box arrives at the Wright & Co. Law Offices.

Phoenix is suspicious of it, because Phoenix is suspicious of most things. It makes life in Los Angeles easier to trust nothing and no one, a conclusion Phoenix came to the hard way and has remained true to since. He examines the box on the doorstep without touching it; seeing no enchantments or curses and a European return address, he gingerly carries it inside and sets it on the coffee table.

(He would be much more suspicious if it came from anywhere in the LA area, because this is the hotbed and haven of the Court, and Phoenix inextricably tied to its royal family, Maya with her rows of sharks’ teeth and Pearl’s opalescent shiny skin, Iris insubstantial like ash and Mia and Dahlia who Phoenix does not know what they looked like beneath glamour. There’s a second Court, Maya says, one that her family once split from, somewhere in the Himalayas, but she doesn’t know more about it or worry more about it than that, so Phoenix filed the information away in the back of his mind to remember if he ever meets someone or receives something strange from that part of Asia. But Europe does not fall in the area of his suspicious -- Europe was home to Miles Edgeworth and Franziska von Karma, the two most solidly grounded people in Phoenix’s life, the two who look the same no matter what set of eyes he looks at them through.)

He cuts open the box and finds on top a letter, and beneath that, four Swiss chocolate bars that do not necessitate this box that is half again their length and deeper than them all stacked. The letter is written on lined paper torn from a notebook, the curly torn edge still attached.

Mr. Wright, it reads, and he almost recognizes the handwriting, a messy, loopy, child’s scrawl, and a quick run-down of his tiny circle of acquaintances and who among them are based in Europe lands him on the identity of the sender.

I lost the password for and got locked out of the email that I gave you back when, and I’d lost yours, so I had to snail mail but thought maybe it’s better for me to give you a box to start.

Phoenix sits down on the couch. There’s a few pages folded together.

Anyway I was home for vacation/as a translator for one of my professors - I get a scholarship for it! Sorry I didn’t get to see you. Didn’t have time, but I got to investigate a bit with Mr. Edgeworth. He seems to be doing good. I don’t know how much you talk. I helped him and his assistant on a couple cases and saw Detective Gumshoe too. It’s really helped my resolve to be a forensics investigator. (Sorry that I’ll be going up against you someday, but I’ve got to be on the prosecution’s side. I expect you to defend on all the cases I work on! It can be like a reunion.) Talking w Mr. Edgeworth’s assistant got me thinking, because she

Wait, his assistant? He has an assistant? It must be a new development -- in the past two months, since Phoenix last saw him. Ema can’t mean Franziska -- there’s no way Franziska would ever let a misconception like that take shape.

(Phoenix hasn’t spoken to Edgeworth since February. It’s probably time to reach back out.)

because she was talking about difficulties of what if there’s magic in the case that needs to be investigated. So I got an idea when we were talking about Luminol, and I was thinking about you and your magatama.

Phoenix does not like where this is going.

If it’s not too much trouble, can you get two magatama and mail them to me? I looked at mail rules and stuff and there’s no regulations about sending magical objects in the mail, I couldn’t find. You told me they weren’t particularly hard to make and the price shouldn’t be too steep, but you’re a lawyer and good with deals and contracts and I’m not so much. I didn’t think I should risk contacting anyone myself. I didn’t think you’d be happy about that. I need these to further the cause of science. You’ll be a great help. I can site cite you as my research assistant if I publish any papers on it. (The chocolate is not a bribe. I thought you might like it.) Sincerely, Ema Skye PS I have a new email

In spite of it, Phoenix laughs. “Oh, Ema,” he sighs, shaking his head, and then he glances quickly behind himself, because he feels like something or someone is at his shoulder. The office is empty, because of course it is, but he knows Mia would be interested, and definitely once she heard Ema’s name.

He does admire Ema’s tenacity, and her enthusiasm, and that she’s at least mindful enough to know that she shouldn’t go out-of-the-blue trying to summon one of the fae to get a stash of magatama. (And that apparently part of her litmus is whether Phoenix would be disappointed in her.)

Taking the last page of the letter with him, he goes over to Mia’s desk and boots up the computer. It’s slow, but he has no inclination to get a new one. He’ll use it until it explodes. His money can be better put to other things, like groceries. He doesn’t use it enough to make a new one a worthwhile investment.

He pulls up a new email window and plugs in Ema’s address.

Ema, What exactly do you want two magatama for? I’m not going to consider anything without knowing what your plan is and advising you on whether it’s dangerous. -Phoenix

He waters Charley and picks a few pens up off the floor -- he doesn’t remember dropping them and not picking them back up and wonders if Maya appears in the night to scatter things -- and when he gets back to the desk he already has a response.

Mr. Wright. I think I have an ingenius solution for most investigators not having the sight. I’m going to mount hte magatama on a glasses frame for hands free investigating. I also want to see if I can use sandpaper/shop tools to cut open the hole in the center so it’s easier to see thru. I want to know if the exact shape of the magatama is important for its magical prowess and if it loses its power if parts of it are cut off. I think four might actually be a better number for the first batch. It gives me room to mess up. Thanks, Ema

Phoenix rubs his eyes and feels a headache approaching.

If you were going to try modifying it I wouldn’t recommend using anything metal, even if it’s not iron. Sandpaper would take longer but less risk of a bad reaction. But also, no.

It’s a really interesting question, actually, and Phoenix suddenly, badly, wants to know the answer, but he can’t condone the risk. Ema might draw attention to herself with the magatama, by altering them, or worse, attention from someone that wasn’t Maya or Pearl (because they are the only ones Phoenix would ask for a magatama) by her closer proximity to the Himalayas than Kurain. Or worse, she might succeed in making the glasses, wear them, and See things she shouldn’t and acquire bad attention that way. It’s rude to stare at the fae through a magatama -- the one rule for trying is don’t get caught which is difficult when it’s such an obvious and blatant motion -- and he fears that while there are no rules for a subtle magatama, one that doesn’t look it, the result might be even worse. Not only would she be staring, but Ema would also be trying to hide it, to get away with something she shouldn’t.

(It’s just scientific curiosity, he knows, nothing she means to be harmful, but They might not see it that way.)

Please, Mr Wright, it’s science! It’s important! Don’t you want to know? I’ll just take one to start with. It could really help our justice system and make sure that even magic isn’t above the law and isn’t getting away with crime.

He puts his head in his hands. God, Ema’s probably eighteen, now, isn’t she? She’s probably too old for him to petition to legally adopt her and bring her back to LA to keep an eye on her. Her extended family probably wouldn’t stand for it, anyway. He wonders what Lana would think.

I think it’s a clever idea, but too risky for you. I don’t want to see you getting hurt or locked in a bad deal or ending up like me. Promise me you won’t try and get any magatama yourself.

Mia likes to bind promises made in this office, make them stay true, and Phoenix wonders if that will work when one of them isn’t here, when Ema is on another continent, when Phoenix asks for the promise in electronic words. This isn’t honest of him, to try and lock her with magic into a promise, and for your own good is a slippery slope where naught but ash and bones lie at the bottom.

But Phoenix also spent a year living with my fault a mantra beating in his head, telling him that chosen death was my fault, and he was the one to introduce Ema to magic, to magatamas, to Sighted eyes, and if in investigating that she gets in over her head —

My fault.

He reads over his email again, after sending it, after he can’t take back the words, and it surprised him how much of his heart he laid out. I don’t want to see you ending up like me. He’s thought that, at Ema and Edgeworth and Franziska, but never said it. It’s easier for that sentiment to escape through his fingers than from his lips.

(He should try emailing Edgeworth but is afraid of what he might find himself able to say.)

Okay, okay, geez. You’re really serious on this. I like my soul where it is, tho, you don’t need to worry about that. I’m not gonna give it up for a science experiment but once I’m home and a real forensic scientist I’m coming to your office and hitting you up for this experiment because I still think it’s really important even if you’re gonna be an old fuddy about it.

No one’s ever accused him of being old before, though admittedly he thinks that being old is a blessing he won’t actually ever be afforded.

Good, good. So how’s school going? What were the cases you investigated with Edgeworth about? I didn’t know he had an assistant.

She probably knows this is a clumsy redirect, something to distract her, and she doesn’t respond until the next day — he thinks she’s mad at her until she sends back a novel-length response detailing the specifics of the crime scenes, evidence discovered, culprits, and methods.

In the next few days it’s suddenly much, much harder to keep a normal conversation going, to avail himself of anything but puzzling out the indistinct pieces of the Gramarye case that has left him unmoored and adrift, but the sporadic times he does manage to keep responding to Ema, he doesn’t mention it.

She probably knows the Gramarye name — everyone in LA does, the local coven like cryptids who appear when desperately needed to cut little dangerous deals. And if he mentions Gramarye she’s probably going to think magic crime and she’s going to return to the thought of the glasses —

Safer to keep her separate from that. Safer to keep everyone separate from that.

He only learns from Apollo and Trucy that she’s returned to the States, is working down at the precinct and on crime scenes now.

She doesn’t appear on his doorstep to bug him for a magatama.

#fae au tag #fic: the seelie of kurain #this is mostly of no consequences but there's a few new tidbits of worldbuilding #the stuff about a second Court will get spun into the main fic sooner or later and i've mentioned it in my extra discussion posts #but ema taking a scientific approach to magic has been something i've been thinking about and this was a thing on my mind #her idea here will probably come up in the main fic too. she'll be making her first major appearance soon #fae au extras

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