Tales of Symphonia, as told by somebody who’s never played it

So, I’m about to play Tales of Symphonia for the first time. To celebrate that, I dug up this thing (fanfic? I guess??) that I wrote a while back where I tried to tell the story of the entire game based on what I knew about it, but, like, in a funny way. So yeah, here it is! Read it and see how wrong or right I was.

Also, uh, trigger warning: there’s a scene that involves talk about/attempted self-harm, because I apparently can’t write a comedy without some dark or sad stuff. Also there’s a bunch of swearing if that’s a problem?

Soulmate (Ma)rks - A Maru-Ma fanfic

Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram

Summary: At some point in their life, everybody gets a mark on their wrist that tells them the first words their soulmate tells them... But not on Earth. Thus, to Yuuri the mark on his wrist, written in a language he’s never seen, just looks like meaningless scribbles.

Genre: Soulmate AU, Romance

Warnings: Contains slight internalized homophobia and transphobia, though toned down from canon.

"Hey, Conrad, do you know what this is?"

"Ah, that's-"

A bizarre-looking birthmark.

That's all it had been since I was born. It was a real annoyance how people kept asking about it whenever they saw it, just like how people kept going "Harajuku Furi" whenever they heard my name. Besides that small annoyance, it didn't affect my life.

But now, I figured that maybe it was to blame for my current problem of sudden and unexpected "I Fell Into Another World Through A Toilet And Now Everybody Keeps Either Throwing Rocks At Me Or Calling Me "Your Majesty?!""-ism.

"-A soulmate mark, Your Majesty."

"Ahh, I knew it, it had to be something like that..."

Yeah, this little thing was probably what marked me as a demon king in the first place.

"You can't read it, right? Would you like me to tell you what it says?"

"So it's writing? Sure, go ahead."

Conrad took my hand and looked at it as if he were a fortuneteller at a fair.

"This is the new Demon King?"

"You're the one who claimed I was, you know."

"Ah, no, that's what the mark says, Your Majesty."

"The mark? Ahh, I see, I see..."

So it really was like that. This marked me as the Demon King, huh? But why such an uncertain way to state it? With a mystical mark on your skin, you'd think it'd be more like, "This man shall be the Demon King," or something. Way to be flaky, birthmark.

Just another day - a Kamen Rider Kuuga fanfic

Pairing: Godai/Ichijo

Summary: A Valentine’s day passes while Godai’s off travelling

Genre: pure slice-of-life fluff

Nothing’s different - a Suikoden fanfic

Pairing: none

Summary: Tir confides in Riou about something that’s been bothering him regarding Gremio.

Genre: Angst? Existential horror? idk

Riou stepped onto the terrace of his castle. He'd been looking for Flik, so when his eyes met bright red and gold instead of the blue he'd expected it took him a second to realize who he was seeing. Especially when it was a person he'd never seen here before.

"Tir?" he asked, stopping in the doorway. "I thought you'd gone home already."

Tir's back was turned to him, and his head tilted just slightly, before he released his grip of the railing and turned to face Riou.

"What, am I not welcome?" he asked with a teasing grin.

"Of course you are," Riou said, walking up to the older boy. "I'm glad you decided to stick around a bit longer. You usually leave so suddenly. N-not that I blame you! I'd go home too if I could..."

He trailed off, realizing he might've made the situation awkward. But Tir nodded.

"Yeah, I get you."

He sounded like he understood exactly how Riou felt.

Tir leaned against the railing and looked up to the sky, exhaling a breath.

"Hey. Can I talk to you about something?"

Two Years - a Tales of Zestiria fanfic

Pairing: Sorey x Mikleo

Summary: Tales of the Abyss AU. Sorey is the Fon Master, Mikleo used to be his Guardian and wants to know why he isn’t anymore. I’m not sure this makes sense if you don’t know Tales of the Abyss but I tried to explain the important parts in the fic at least?

Genre: it might look like Hurt/Comfort at first but don’t be fooled it’s All Hurt/No Comfort

It had been two years.

Two years since he'd had a conversation with Sorey.