Hi, my name is Chie! I'm a (self-proclaimed) author and still learning to write a proper fic. I'm 18+ and go by she/her. Currently busy with real life works.
My fav list keep changing, but for now I enjoy contents from and will write for:
Promise of Wizards/Mahotsukai no Yakusoku (Mahoyaku).
Ensemble Stars!!
A3!
Ikemen Series.
Haikyuu!
Genshin Impact.
This list could get longer in the future, but maybe not in the near future.
For now, the request box is closed. But I will give another information if I'm planning to open for request in the near future. And if you want to check my past works, you can check my masterlist!
Feel free to interact and send me messages! Plus I don't mind if you want to be my friends (as long as I'm not in your DNF list).
kind of wanna reinforce this here. because iāve seen ai writing become so popular on tik tok.
ai writing is not okay.
itās literally theft. just like how ai art steals, ai writing steals. itās using authorsā very real work to generate whatever you type in. and this also needs to be said as well.
writing is a form of art. fanfiction is a form of literature.
seeing this all over my fyp is REALLY discouraging. fanfic itself is already a labor of love and we love it when you interact. but please do not use ai writing for your fanfic needs when this writing literally steals from fanfic authors.
genuinely donāt know if this post will go around because my interactions outside of hcs are shit, but i hope it does.
Chevalier Michel: Show we a new side of you (his pov) Translation Part 1
Hello everyone! I come back with yet another translation of Chevalier election reward story. The story is very long and entirely in his pov as well as fully voiced. (Even his inner thoughts were voiced, it truly was a delight to the ears.) It also comes with its own cg.
Since the story is quite long and naturally divide into 3 parts, this translation will also be done in 3 parts.
Thank you very much to @jenaiea, who gave me the story so that i could translate it. I hope everyone enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed translating it.
Please give a like and a reblog or comment so that I'd know my work is appreciated. (Could motivate me to release the other parts faster hehe)
NB: If you wanna be tagged for the next parts please say so in the comments.
I never had something that could be called a hobby in my life
I do love reading books but that also has a practical side to it. So I do not do it entirely for pleasure.
I never had anything I did just because I liked it.
That is, until I met MC.
Chevalier: I do not like to dilly dally so todayās training will be in the form of directl combat.
This is the training grounds, where Knights usually have their training sessions.
Usually, the training of soldiers was managed by Clavis and the red-head
But If I don't train my body from time to time, I might become rusty.
(Thatās the reason I've been telling everyone butā¦)
Chevalier: Try to make me go down on my knees. I do hope youāll entertain me a bit.
The knights pick up their wooden swords and start their usual formation.
It seems they had come up with a plan, but they were all too predictable.
(Well, I do hope some remains standing by the time the simpleton comes.)
The most powerful knights attacked first.
+Sword clashing sounds+
Chevalier: ā¦ā¦Too slow.
I kicked the knight that attacked me from the front, then turned around and hit the knight who sneaked up to attack me from the back.
(Their attack is a little bit more organized than the last time but thatās it.)
(It would be enough to deal with small fry, but it does not work on me.)
I trusted my sword with great precision toward their vital point and all the knights fell one after another.
The knight exhausted bodies piled up on the ground as they usually did when training with me.
(If this keeps going I canāt achieve my other goal.)
(.....Or maybe not, i guess luck is with me today.)
I felt another presence and when I glanced toward the entrance, I saw her familiar face.
Usually, even when she comes to watch, all Knights are down so there is nothing more for her to see.
Chevalier: Is that all?
I dared to provoke the knights, who were all wiping the floor with their bodies.
One knight stood up and picked up his fallen sword.
Knight: Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
(If this was the battlefield, attacking dumbly like this would have him killed, but it seems there is room for improvement.)
I kick the knight before his swords get to touch my body.
Chevalier: I acknowledge your spirit, at the very least.
Cyril: I am extremely sorry, King Chevalier.
The knight who was able to stay standing amidst the other fallen knight, was the red-head, Cyril.
Chevalier: If this was the battlefield, you would have been the only surviving soldier. But would that have any meaning?
Cyril: It wouldn't. All I would be able to do is cry for my fallen comrades.
Chevalier: So instead youād choose a meaningless death?
Cyril: Of course, How could I go back to my lord if I failed his expectations?
(I would have agreed with this mindset before, but nowā¦.)
The red-headed kept a firm hold of his sword, his whole body tense as if he was really on the battlefield.
For a few minutes, our sword clashed.
(As expected, he does have quite the potential.)
Red-head attacked my vital points accurately and without waste.
Anyone not skilled enough would not be able to keep up with him.
Chevalier: Your movement has become more precise since the last time we fought.
Cyril: Yes. If I keep losing, Iāll drag my lordās face into the mud.
Chevalier: ā¦ā¦ā¦.. (smug laugh)
(Well, I too, canāt afford to lose in front of my simpleton.)
The fight was fierce, and he was looking for any small opportunity so that he could strike me.
After a while, I parried his attack and his sword fell to my feet.
Cyril: Well, in the end I ended up losing pathetically.
Chevalier: Still, that was a good match.
Chevalier: And I advise you to change that mindset of not going back alive.
Chevalier: Even if you were to be the only one left standing, it is your duty as a Knight to return to your master.
Chevalier: As the strongest of the knights, try to bring back as many alive Knights as you can including yourself. If you canāt even do that, then you're incompetent.
Cyril: Iāll keep that in mindā¦.
Red-head is specifically capable amongst the knights, he will not disobey his lordās orders unless he has no other choice.
(The fact that I started thinking that the knight's lives were as important as victory is thanks to the simpletonās influence.)
Chevalier: Now, all the fools who died on the battlefield, do not come back until you have done 100 laps around the castle.
All the knights: Whaaat?! 100 laps?!
Chevalier: There is no mercy for the losers.
Cyril: Thank you very much! Everyone! Do not complain! Go!
The knights rushed all out of the training grounds at once.
Now that the hindrances were gone, there was only me and MC there.
(Or maybe not.)
Outside the training ground, I could feel the presence of many knights, along with red-head and I could see them peeking through the door.
MC: King Chevalier, well done.
Chevalier: I donāt think there was anything worthy of you purposely visiting.
MC: Iām sorry for disturbing you.
Chevalier: The knights were the one in the way.
I put my arms around her waist and hugged her awkwardly.
Chevalier: By the way, the loser got a penalty, but isnāt it also natural for the winner to get a reward?
MC: A reward?
(I am beingā¦.ridiculous.)
The need for a reward was part of human nature, so I approached my face to hers without looking away.
And quickly sealed her lips with mine.
She seemed to completely forget about where we were before she suddenly became aware and pushed my chest gently.
I expected this sort of reaction from her.
Chevalier: What is it?
MC: Why donāt I give you your reward after we go back to your room?
Chevalier: Then it will be too late.
MC: Really?
When I glanced toward the entrance, MC followed my gaze and became speechless.
(Do you not realize that even your cute reactions are part of my reward?)
MC panicked and started moving her mouth as if she wanted to say something, yet not a single sound would come out.
It was rare for her to make such an expression these days, because she always tried to look calm and dignified.
Chevalier: I really want to show them who exactly you belong to, butā¦.
I hugged MC so that her expression could not be seen by the knights.
Chevalier: I have no intention of letting them see this adoringly foolish face expression of yours.
(I really seem to have developed quite the wicked hobby.)
As I thought that, I saw MCās red ears as she buried her face into my chest, and my heart skipped a beat.
Yuki's note: That's it for part 1! If you didn't get enough of Cheva pls check the other translation that i did for him as well as clavis 2022 birthday as well as my own story that i wrote. You can check all that from my MASTERLIST
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Okay so that post has me wondering . . . rb with are you oldest, youngest, middle, or only child, & how do you address yourself in your internal monologue (I/you/we)?
Pspspsps nyaaaa~ if you're still taking those kiss prompt req,,, I'm just gonna slide this in here~ May I request 48. a kiss that lasts longer than it should + Mao? Day 2 of the mao brain rot going strong www
runanan, do you ever remember requesting this. how long as it been i'm sorryyy ; v ; but. butbut. i have a soft spot for writing mao, thank youuu (āĖāĖā)
ā§ mao + 48: a kiss that lasts longer than it should ā§
Mao, even with his own wicked working schedule, likes sticking to certain habits. He always makes sure to have a couple of free hours on the weekend just to spend together, you and him. This is the thought that manages to make him fully commit to all his responsibilities for the week, not even muttering a complaint as work gets stacked on top of each other. Heās so excited to see you he would do anything for it. He wants to hold you as he kisses the top of your head, muttering sweet love words only for your ears.
Itās been an especially long week. A live, interviews for different media. Even a couple of photoshoots right at the last minute, so when you open the door to welcome Mao into your place he doesnāt miss a moment to come closer. Not even minding to put away his bag or take off his jacket, he simply wraps his arms around you and rests his forehead against yours. Itās an old habit, one from the time you had just started dating and which always manages to bring him some well deserved comfort.
And so, the first kiss ensues. Eyes softly tracing the curve of your cheeks, just at the right distance for Mao to indulge into the very first show of affection of the night. The kiss he has been dreaming of for the entire week, every time he texted. Every time he thought of you.
It is only after a couple of seconds, when his own cheeks start blooming in a gentle pink shade, that Mao realizes what he has done, lips pulling back in an instant.
āA-Ahaha, sorry for that I kindaā¦ā Maoās whisper trails off, staring deep into your eyes once again. His sudden nervous smile melts as soon as he feels your fingers lacing with his. Words get lost right at the tip of his tongue: there isnāt a point to say anything where he has you right here by his side.
He lowers his head slowly, almost in a shy way, reaching once again for a new kiss. This time itās slower. Paused. For once, Mao isnāt in a hurry and doesnāt have to let goā doesnāt want to. He can kiss you, play with your hair. Reach for your waist and pull you even closer, until your heartbeat is the one and only thing he can listen to in the room. Maoās kisses are gentle and sweet, putting all his feelings into every touch, showing just how much you mean to him in the way his hands canāt seem to find the right place to stay: your cheeks, the back of your head.Ā
In Maoās eyes, thereās no one as perfect as you are. No other who manages to make him feel complete, the missing piece he has been looking for even when he didnāt realize. You are home to him, and words canāt even explain just how important this is.
For Mao Isara home is wherever you are, right between your arms. With your smile as his one and only guiding star.
i love u peepeepoopoo please come home soon im trying to save up for anni
with love
mcdonaldsnumberone
Rustica could merely stare at the piece of paper with an unreadable smile plastered on his face. Chloe looked at him, worried that the letter he received might've been filled with malicious intent but Rustica could only let out a small chuckle as he folded the piece of paper and tucked it into his breast pocket. Chloe asked him, "Rustica, what was it?"
He laughed, shaking his head. "I'm afraid I don't know as well. But I'm sure that it's been written with a lot of love in hand."
"... By the way, Chloe, do you have any idea what 'milfosaurus' is?"
I've confessed to you many times, yet I've never recieved an answer. And nowadays, you keep on avoiding me...
Do you really truly think that I was playing around with your heart? I don't know if you'll believe me, but what I feel is real. My heart yearns for you like the tides yearn for the moon.
All I wish for is to hear you tell me the answer to my question. And if the answer is no, I will accept it. But if there's some other reason that you're hesitant to accept my feelings...I hope that we can work it out. Together.
Yours,
Your not-so-secret admirer
To you, who longs for me like how the tides long for the moon,
You must understand that I'm not a brave man. I don't face the things I fear directly, I cower and run away in the face of danger. Now, I wouldn't say your feelings are dangerous but it certainly became something I started fearing out of my own self-doubt. Questions started popping up inside my head: would things work out? Would you still be able to say with your whole heart that you're love me after seeing me at my worst?
The answer to that scares me. I fear the unknown. A businessman like me isn't too fond on taking such big risks ā I do not want to bare myself to you just to find out that you might reject me at my very core. I know you aren't the type, yet I cannot help but overthink.
The answer will never be no. The question should be: when will I take the dive and let myself go to you?
how have you been? ive heard about your recent cooking competitions, congratulations!! although i'm definitely unable to visit every time, i wish you good luck!~ oh and take care of brothers too, they definitely care for you a ton and you donāt see it enough! anywho, seriously donāt over do it, neither of them or caprice will enjoy you falling ill from that, please take a vacation eventually or else ill send a bird after you.
take care of yourselfā¦ i love you (i guess!)
- ur biggest fan š
To "my biggest fan",
You're not really doing a good job trying to keep your anonymity. Especially when there's only one person I know in the world that would threaten to send a bird after me. But, that said, I do appreciate the effort you put to try and send me this letter.
You should visit soon, Cuit and Riche started asking for you after your last visit. And I guess... I miss you too, it would be nice to see you after all this while. Ugh, what am I saying? I feel like a highschool girl writing this. This is all your fault.
I love you too. Come say that to my face directly next time so I can kiss you.
When you're crying (Ft. Murr, Figaro, and Heathcliff)
Murr Hart
I don't think Murr is the best person to cheer someone up - at least in a general sense. He can be insensitive at times and has a habit of running his mouth. Tact did not exist in his vocabulary most of the time. If he finds you upset, he might just sour your mood even more with his constant pestering and questions. Soon, he plops down and listens to you get mad at him.
He watches you vent with a smile on his face, humming as you take out your frustrations on him. He's not really bothered by it; after all, he pissed off countless people in his life. It's nothing new.
Once you exhaust yourself and don't have anymore anger left to vent, he grins and closes one of his eyes as if saying 'you'll let me get away with it, right?' How familiar. In the back of your head, you hear Shylock's voice calling him 'loathsome Murr' again.
"Well? Did you get it all out if your chest?" He questions you with eager eyes. You can't help but just sigh in exasperation as he comes closer and starts nibbling on your hand - like a playful cat that wants attention.
"Ahaha! Sometimes you just need to burst! Cry a river and explode like a volcano! After that, everything would settle and cool off. It's interesting how our minds and hearts work, right?"
You ask if he had ever snapped like you did. He tilts his head, "I can't say I have! Or maybe I did~? I'm living a long life, so who knows!"
You sit there for a while, watching Murr float around in mid-air and do some magic. His spells were flashy and eye-catching as always, but...
"This doesn't mean I'll let you get off easily."
"Ehhh~ But I thought you forgave me?"
"No way." Despite your words, a smile slowly appears on your face. "Take responsibility, you stray cat."
Figaro Garcia
You'll feel Figaro sit down right next to you, wearing a gentle expression on his face. It's supposed to be a familiar sight - the image of a kind and weak doctor from the south is something he maintains well. However, there's just something different about the way he looks and talks to you during your moment of weakness.
"Want to tell me about it? Good ol' Dr. Figaro is here to listen." He chuckles. If you don't want to say anything, he shrugs before patting your head. He won't leave though. He'll stay beside you until you've calmed down. "That's it. Just let it out."
If you do tell him, then he'll patiently listen before trying to cheer you up. If you want some advice, then you can ask for some too. He's lived a long time and experienced many things. He may have the answer you're looking for.
In his mind, Figaro's glad he settled in the Southern country. If he was still considered a Northern wizard, perhaps he wouldn't have this. You, holding his hand and relying on him. Hundreds of years ago, he did not know how to give comfort. He did not know how to be kind. He might have thought that the tears he's seeing now were just a sign of weakness. Well, he still has his Northern roots but things right now aren't bad, right? After all, he gets to hold and comfort you like this.
"Oh, I know what will cheer you up! Let's go to Shylock's bar and have a drink!"
"...You just want an excuse to drink more, don't you?"
"Haha! Well, maybe."
Heathcliff Blanchett
I imagine that Heathcliff is the least calm when dealing with a crying person. Especially if it's you. Just seeing the tears streaming down your face is enough to make him freeze in place for a while. Then, he slowly starts to approach, afraid that he'll scare you.
"I-Is everything alright? What's wrong, [Name]?"
He will grab a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipe your tears away himself. His expression looks pained too, as if he hated seeing you so sad. He'll rub your back soothingly and let you vent. Heath seems like the type to whisper assurances as well.
After you've calmed down a little, he'll sit you down and make you some tea. Or if you don't like tea, then he'll make you your favorite drink coupled with some snacks. Crying and venting your frustrations out can be exhausting, so now he wants you to relax.
He'll talk to you about anything and everything, especially light-hearted topics that would make you smile. Internally, Heath will sigh in relief once he sees you're feeling better. If you thank him for his efforts, you'll see him get a bit embarrassed. "It was nothing, really. You don't have to thank me. It's just...when you feel sad, I feel sad too. If I could at least help those that are precious to me and comfort them...then I'll do it."
That small, shy smile he gives you is enough to make your heart skip a beat. "I'm glad you're feeling better." He'll lean in and give you a kiss on the forehead.
"Oh, did I surprise you? Sorry. It's just, I wanted to give you a 'happiness charm'. Does it sound a bit childish? It's something my mother did for me back when I got really sad. She would comfort me and give me a 'happiness charm' saying that even if the skies are gray now, always remember that the sun will always be there. Sadness won't last forever. You just have to keep moving until you see the sun shine again."
The blue rose symbolizes miracles. But after that festival, you canāt help but see it as a symbol of your happy ending.
NOTE: Readerās family is awful here. Mentions of verbal abuse in the first and last parts.
I think it's telling that in all these examples their petty acts against "the patriarchy" are directed towards people they hold power over. Service workers, people asking for donations or even homeless.
These are the people who liken themselves to suffragettes. They do nothing but direct their anger downwards to get that same taste of power they believe to be fighting against.
You probably hear a lot of "DON'T EDIT AS YOU WRITE" advice, don't you? š¬
This is a dangerously vague piece of advice and one that's often taken too literally. Here's a quick breakdown of edits that are actually GOOD during writing.
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