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deadbiwrites · 5 years ago

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a video of supergirl grabbing lena luthor's ass starts circulating and it's very embarrassing for sc but extremely funny to their friends

(I am SO sorry. Where do these hide? Why do I never see them? How long has this been here?!

Anyways, have some cute nonsense!)

The day starts like any other, honestly.

Like, sure, Kara’s never thrilled when she wakes up 20 minutes late and has to use superspeed to get through her morning routine and into the office on time, but it happens regularly enough that she’s just sort of used to it by now. Like, the sky is blue, the grass is green, she manages time poorly. Whatever.

But she does get to work on time, with just enough to spare that she can make a brief detour to Nia’s desk for the coffee her protege has already bought for her, thank her profusely (with perhaps minor promising of firstborn children), and slip into the morning meeting just as Snapper, James, and Lena start handing out assignments for the day.

“Well, well, good of you to join us, Ponytail. Let me guess, a family emergency kept you out all night again?”

‘I mean, that Abraxian wasn’t my family, technically, but someone’s family, so…’ “Something like that. Sorry.”

Lena catches her eye and quirks a brow in question, but Kara just shrugs easily and sips her coffee, pulling a silly face at her friend when Snapper’s attention moves away from her. When her eyes uncross, she can tell Lena is fighting not to laugh, eyes sparking with mirth as she bites her lip. Kara takes another sip of coffee, feeling a bit smug that she can get Lena to smile without even having to say anything to her. That’s real talent, right there.

Especially since Lena has to stand up at the front with James, who has been by turns cold, dejected, and surly toward her since their breakup (a big, real, final one) a few weeks prior. Lena had said that the whole thing was a mistake, that she should’ve never gone for it in the first place because she’d been right the first time- they’d had some chemistry, after all, but it certainly wasn’t compatible long-term.

Which… Kara can certainly relate. Like, a lot.

Especially about the whole… James being kind of wounded about it part. That part had really sucked- when he’d done it with Kara, who he’d gone on like, a date with, it’d resulted in him deciding to become a vigilante. Rao only knows what he’ll do when it’s someone he dated on and off for over a year...

“Ponytail!”

Kara jumps, realizing too late that her wandering attention hasn’t gone unnoticed. “Yes, sir?”

Snapper rolls his eyes. “Great, now that you’ve stopped orbiting Saturn, you wanna go get that article started?”

Kara’s eyes widen slightly in a panic as she realizes that she has no idea what he’s talking about. “Uh…” Behind his back, Lena catches her eye and nods subtly. Thank Rao. “Yes. I super do.”

Lena snorts, James sighs deeply, and the meeting is adjourned.

“So what exactly am I supposed to be doing today?” Kara asks Lena as they stroll out of the conference room together.

“Well unfortunately for you, you have to interview a big-time CEO. You have a meeting scheduled with her in three hours.”

“You?” Kara asks hopefully.

“You’re very sweet,” Lena chuckles. “No, Elena Watts. She’s a real estate developer, and she runs a nonprofit organization for homeless youth. It’s one of the articles we’re doing for next month’s spread. Contrary to popular belief, Cat and I weren’t the only women with high-profile jobs in this city. ”

“Oh, that’s pretty cool! Have you met her?”

“Not personally, no, but I have donated to her charity- it’s a very good cause, especially the outreach they do with queer youth.”

Kara elbows Lena gently. “You’re such a softie.”

“Mmm, maybe. But if you tell anyone, you’re fired.”

Kara clutches a hand to her chest, feigning horror. “Why Miss Luthor, what a blatant abuse of power!”

Lena shrugs. “I’m a Luthor, darling, I have to keep up appearances somehow.”

“Ouch,” Kara laughs. “See you at lunch?”

“Only if lunch includes a milkshake- I have a teleconference with both boards today. Unless you feel like joining me?”

“Wow, well as fun as that sounds, I’m gonna go do literally anything else.” Her comms crackle to life, alerting her of a hostage situation downtown, and Kara sighs. So much for a work day. “Alright, well, I’m, um, gonna go… see what I can find on Elena Watts. Maybe over another cup of coffee at Noonan’s.” She widens her eyes a bit, trying her best to convey that she’s going to be on Super-duty for a little while.

Thankfully, Lena picks up on it and grins. “You just want sticky buns.”

“Lena, I always want sticky buns. They’re like, my second favorite thing to eat.”

“Oh? What’s the first?” Lena asks, voice just a bit lower than usual.

Kara opens her mouth and closes it, flushing slightly as she averts her gaze and adjusts the laptop bag on her shoulder. Stuff like that has been happening more and more, and she’s not 100% sure what to do about it. Because on the one hand, it makes her stomach do flips and tie up in knots and makes her brain do this… staticky thing where nothing filters in or out, just a pleasant buzz of how funny and smart Lena is and how much Kara likes hanging out with her and being flirted with (because that’s definitely what’s been happening, even if neither of them is really ready to address it) and just generally looking at Lena.... who is currently biting her lip and grinning up at Kara, and that buzz makes her kinda dumb, which is just really unhelpful. But on the other hand, it’s also kinda awesome and Kara really enjoys it, and-

“Kara?”

She spaced out again. Crap.

“Um. What time are you free for lunch?”

Lena sighs, seeming slightly disappointed that Kara isn’t flirting back at the moment (and thank Rao Lena can’t read minds), but she smiles back easily enough as they step off of the elevator. “I should be done by two.”

Feeling emboldened, Kara turns so she’s walking backwards in front of Lena and grins. “It’s a date,” she says with a grin, ducking forward to press a quick “friendly” kiss high on Lena’s cheek. She whirls and jogs out the double doors, leaving Lena smiling exasperatedly after her.

It is genuinely baffling to Kara that people still commit crimes in National City. It’s not even an ego thing, really, since Kara tries to keep herself humble (even when she manages to wrap up a hostage situation within twenty seconds of arriving on-scene without injuring any of the criminals or damaging the building too badly). Like, yeah, she gets that there’s a certain element of crazies who just sorta gravitate to places with a local hero, the big-bads who have their own suits and geek-toys and abilities. Them, Kara gets. Kinda sorta. But the regular ones, who are armed with like, pistols? Or knives? Just regular man made stuff without even the benefit of magic or kryptonite or something?

Why?

She’s sure that if she asked, Lena would have some sort of statistical thing about large cities and poverty and all sorts of other factors that would end up making Kara feel like a jerk for being uncharitable to the criminal element of her city, but at the moment she’s mostly too annoyed by the fact that she has to spend her weekdays chasing them around instead of chasing stories.

Once all the hostages are freed and the cops secure the scene, Kara departs, flying into the alley behind Noonan’s and changing into her regular clothes before she heads inside to do a bit of research before her meeting with Elena Watts in a few hours (just because she’d used it as a cover doesn’t mean it was a bad idea…). She finds her favorite little two-person booth tucked into a quiet corner, plugs in her laptop, and gets to work, asking the waitress to please keep both the coffee and the sticky buns coming.

She gets a surprising amount done by the time she needs to leave for the interview, having a good foundation for what she wants to write and who Elena Watts is.

Ms. Watts turns out to be a pretty nice lady around Eliza’s age, if a bit busy and distracted by the steady flow of people in and out of her office. She answers all Kara’s questions with aplomb, happy to elaborate on most every point and eager to draw attention to the rising issue of homelessness among children and teens in the US.

“When I was young, my dad lost his job at the auto plant. It was supposed to be a temporary layoff, but the factory never reopened. We ended up losing the house, and we lived so far from our extended family that staying with them wasn’t much of an option. We lived in our SUV for six months, sleeping at shelters every now and again, if we could find one that allowed families to stay together. We showered at the local YMCA. Five people and a dog, living and sleeping in an old station wagon- even now, it sounds ridiculous. Eventually, we got back on our feet, but I never forgot that. It was just six months, but it was- and remains- the scariest, most uncertain time in my entire life, and it shaped me in a lot of ways I didn’t expect. And there are kids and families who do that for years. I just want to help them the way I wish that someone had been able to help us.”

At the end of the interview, Kara thanks her profusely for her time and for sharing her story before hurrying off to CatCo to type up a draft for Snapper (“What’s wrong with you, Ponytail, why is everything you bring me sappy and sentimental?”), which she finishes an outline of just in time to send it off before running to Big Belly and L-Corp for lunch with Lena.

She greets the newest in a series of secretaries (Anna? Amy? Ava? Lena’s really missing Jess, these days, but from what she’s told Kara, Jess is kicking butt in her new role as VP of Operations and will probably take over for the COO when he retires in a few years), and the girl waves her in distractedly.

And that’s when Kara’s day goes from normal to not, because inside the office are two masked men holding a stone-faced Lena at gunpoint on her balcony and demanding… something, probably. Kara’s a bit distracted by the loaded gun aimed at Lena’s head.

“Hey!” she yells, attracting both their attention. They whirl on her and Lena’s eyes widen in alarm, and Kara suddenly realizes three things- 1) she’s in her Kara Danvers clothes, not the supersuit, 2) she can’t speed into the suit now that they’re both looking at her, and 3) she has no plan.

Crap.

“Who the hell are you?!” one of them demands.

Kara… doesn’t have a good or snappy answer for that, and instead does the only thing she can think of- she throws the large milkshakes she’s carrying at them as hard as she can.

Which, in retrospect, is too hard, apparently because while yes, it is both funny and gratifying to see two grown men get absolutely leveled by a tasty dairy treat to the face, the one closest to Lena manages to elbow her in such a way that she falls backwards over the rail with an instinctual scream that makes Kara’s heart fly into her throat. She whips off her glasses, and by the time she’s out the window and speeding toward Lena’s flailing form, the suit is materialized. She gets under Lena, catching her carefully and dropping a bit further before slowing down (because she’s been made aware that when she doesn’t, the people she’s saving may as well be hitting the pavement), finally coasting to a stop about 20 feet from the ground.

Lena’s face is screwed up in a forced sort of focus, her hands clutching tightly at Kara’s shoulders and cape as she holds her breath.

“Are you okay?” Kara asks quietly.

Lena swallows thickly and nods, eyes still firmly closed. “I’m alright. Thank you- I’ll admit, I wasn’t quite sure how to get out of that one.”

“What was that? What did they want?”

Lena cracks an eye open. “Oh. you know, just my quarterly assassination attempt. I think my mother was starting to miss me, so she wanted to reach out.”

Kara snorts. “That really shouldn’t be funny.”

“Maybe not, but here we are.” Lena shifts a bit in Kara’s arms, cheeks a bit flushed from the adrenaline rush, and clears her throat. “Not to be rude, Supergirl, but do you think that perhaps we could continue this conversation… on the ground?”

“Oh. Oh! Yeah, sorry. I forgot we were, uh, flying.”

Lena chuckles as they ascend slowly back up to her office. “You forgot you were flying?”

Kara shrugs with an easy smile. “I guess you have that effect on me.”

Lena huffs a laugh against Kara’s neck, eyes squeezed shut again. They alight on the balcony, finding the two men still unconscious, covered in Kara and Lena’s lunch. Lena sighs as Kara sets her down, pinching the bridge of her nose. “What a mess.”

“Yeah, sorry, I sorta… panicked.”

“I was so looking forward to a milkshake too…” Lena laments playfully.

“Well, then I have good news and bad news,” Kara says. She reaches out and gently wipes a bit of her own chocolate shake from Lena’s cheek with the pad of her thumb, tucking it into her mouth on instinct to get a taste of it. “The good news is, you do, in fact, have some shake on you!”

“Whats the bad news?”

“Also that you have some shake on you.” Kara laughs, gathering the two men in her arms and hefting them a bit so they’re easier to carry. “I’ll get you another one. Be right back.”

She drops the men at the police station with a brief explanation before flying back into the office. Lena hands over her discarded glasses with a wry grin.

“I figured you’d need these before the police arrive.” She’s putting on a brave front, but she’s clearly still more than a bit rattled, if her too-bright eyes and thundering heartbeat are anything to go by. Kara steps closer and opens her arms in invitation, and Lena doesn’t hesitate to step into them. “Thank you,” Lena says fervently, tucking her face into Kara’s shoulder and wrapping her arms tight around Kara’s waist.

“Always,” Kara promises, daring to press a reassuring kiss to Lena’s temple (and getting a bit of Lena’s strawberry shake for her troubles) before wrapping her up even tighter in her arms. “Are you actually okay?”

“I mean, my fear of heights has been reaffirmed,” Lena jokes, “but aside from that, I’m not hurt.”

“Good. I don’t like, love people pointing guns at you. Just so you know.”

“I’m not a fan either, for the record,” Lena drawls, burrowing even closer. “Even though I know you’ll save me, it still puts a damper on my day.”

Kara huffs a laugh. “Same.”

They stay like that for a few minutes, until Lena’s calmed down enough to stop shaking and calls her assistant (Audra, apparently) in, telling her what’d happened and that the police would be arriving shortly to take her and Kara’s statements, and please advise the security team to let them up discreetly. After the cops arrive, it’s a blur of questions, and Kara has to concentrate on telling the story of how she’d panicked and thrown the milkshakes at the men, and one of them had knocked Lena over the balcony (all true), and Kara had yelled for Supergirl, who had knocked the men out on her way to Lena (also technically mostly true. Technically. Mostly.). The police are sure to tell Kara that next time, she shouldn’t throw things at people with guns, and also to tell them both how lucky they are that Supergirl had shown up when she did.

“She’s always there when I need her,” Lena agrees, throwing a sly wink over the officer’s shoulder at Kara.

Kara just shakes her head and smiles. Even almost dying isn’t enough to make Lena not flirt with her. The woman is truly a marvel.

Kara’s comms crackle again, accompanied by Alex’s custom ringtone on her cell, and after assuring the police that she has no issue with giving another statement if they need her to later, hurries over to the DEO (making a quick stop in the back alley to change into her suit).

When Kara arrives, she’s told that J’onn and Alex are waiting for her in the Directors’ offices. She makes her way there, waving to the agents and scientists she knows. But it’s very weird, because every time one of them sees her, they start giggling before quickly hurrying off in the opposite direction. Like, literally everyone is whispering and pointing and giggling, and it’s giving Kara such visceral flashbacks to high school that it’s all she can do to not check her cape for a taped on sign that says ‘Kick me’ or ‘Freak’.

(Kids are mean.)

By the time Kara gets to her destination, she’s fully paranoid, sure that someone’s playing a prank on her, somehow, and that everyone but her is in on the joke. She opens the door with more force than intended and catches it just before the handle puts a hole in the wall, throwing Alex and J’onn a sheepish smile. She closes the door extra gently and leans against it heavily. J’onn and Alex just stare at her, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

“Busy day, Supergirl?” Alex asks, and after half a lifetime of spending time with her, Kara recognizes that she, too, is trying not to laugh.

Kara’s had enough. “Okay, do I have something on my face? Or on the suit? Is someone messing with me?”

J’onn’s brow furrows. “No.”

“Then what’s the deal? Why is the entire DEO like… laughing at me? Did someone accidentally vent the lab fumes out into the main hub again?”

“No.”

“Did someone see me crash into that billboard last week?”

J’onn’s frown deepens. “What?”

“No,” Alex answers.

“Then why is everyone laughing at me?!”

“I mean, if I had to guess, I’d say it’s because of that,” Alex muses, nodding toward the big TV on the wall beside Kara.

She steps back to watch the news coverage of her dealing with the hostage situation this morning and frowns. “What, those guys? That was routine, what’s so funny about tha-”

“No, no, not that. That,” Alex clarifies, cranking up the volume.

“...reports are saying that the CEO of L-Corp, Lena Luthor, experienced an attempt on her life early this afternoon. Sources claim that she fell from a considerable height-”

“Hey, she was pushed,” Kara corrects.

“Shh!”

“...caught by Supergirl, who may have gotten a little… familiar with her.”

And there’s a video (clearly recorded on a cell phone but not the worst quality Kara’s ever seen) of Kara catching Lena and slowing to a stop above the sidewalk, of them talking quietly, of Kara’s hand definitely on Lena’s-

“Oh. Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” Alex drawls, clicking the TV off with relish, a large, evil-big-sister grin spreading across her face. “Congratulations, Supergirl- the world just watched you grope Lena Luthor’s ass.”

“But I’m not- I wasn’t groping, I was catching! My hands weren’t… If it was groping, I’d be all up on her, and I wasn’t!”

“Camera begs to differ. It’s already trending on Twitter in National CIty.”

Kara puts her head in her hands and groans. “Why?! I was trying to save her!”

“You were definitely trying to save part of her,” Alex agrees. “Granted, it’s a very nice part...”

Kara’s head pops up, and she shoots Alex a look that’s between a pout and a glare. “You’re not helping.”

Alex feigns confusion. “Am I supposed to be helping?”

“Alright, enough,” J’onn cuts in before Kara can retort. “We just wanted you to be aware. I don’t think that this is going to be taken for anything more than it is- a humorous moment in the middle of a successful rescue. You shouldn’t worry about the press.”

And truth be told, Kara isn't worried about the press- she’s worried about the fact that she’s going to have to face Lena after this. Lena, who she knows for a fact has google alerts set for herself, Kara Danvers, and Supergirl, a gesture which is normally actually sweet and kind but is right now definitely gonna bite her in the-

“Okay! So, is that all?”

Alex blinks, looks over at J’onn, and shrugs. “I mean, yeah. Try not to make a habit of groping your crush when you’re in the suit.”

“I wasn’t groping her-”

Alex grins. “So you admit you have a crush? Interesting…”

“Alex!”

J’onn’s prediction is mostly right- no one seems to be taking the shots of her grabbi- saving Lena as anything other than a funny blip of a moment in their coverage of it.

He was wrong about the sheer scale. The clip had gone totally viral in a matter of hours, and seemingly every major network in the country has run the clip at least once as a bit of filler-fluff, and almost every major network anchor (including the ones at CatCo, the traitors) has made at least a passing joke about Supergirl being ‘Super-Handsy'.

Which means that Kara is very late getting back to Lena’s office with replacement food. But like, she’s been busy, okay? It’s not like she’s avoiding Lena, or something, because she’s embarrassed- which she isn’t, because she didn’t do anything bad or wrong and-

Anyways, it’s well past sunset by the time Kara gets to Lena’s office door again. She hesitates outside it for just a moment before shouldering the door open and knocking tentatively.

Lena’s attention jerks from whatever she’d been absorbed in to Kara, and a relieved smile blooms across her face. “Hey there.”

Kara finds herself equally relieved to not experience a repeat performance of earlier scary situations. “Hi,” Kara says, unable to resist smiling back. She raises the bags and cup carrier. “I bring grease and milkshakes. Again.”

“Oh thank god, I’m starving,” Lena says, rolling her chair away from her desk and rising into a deep and probably much-needed stretch. Kara very determinedly does not stare at the slight sliver of soft tummy that appears between her blouse and skirt at the motion. “I’ve been staring at this screen for several hours. And Sam called to yell at me- she says hello, by the way- she and Ruby are in town next weekend.”

“Good!” Kara crosses the room to the couch as Lena does, easily spreading out the veritable buffet of fast food she’d brought over the coffee table. “I mean, not good that she yelled at you, or that you’re still at work, Miss Luthor,” she says pointedly, receiving only an unapologetic shrug in response. “But good that, um-”

“I get it,” Lena chuckles, resting a hand lightly on Kara’s knee and boy, if that doesn’t make Kara’s brain go fuzzy and dumb again… “Thank you, for checking in.”

“Of course I was gonna check on you, Lena,” Kara huffs. “Plus, I know you probably didn’t get lunch, so…”

Lena hums around a mouthful of burger, chewing until she can politely speak again. “Well it’s delicious. Did you make it yourself?” she teases with a sly grin.

“Oh, yeah, totally. Slaved away over a hot stove for this- I just wrapped it in Big Belly wrappers so you wouldn’t feel bad about it.”

“Very clever.” Lena pops the lid off of her milkshake and drags a fry through it (an advanced culinary delicacy Kara had horrified her with initially but had eventually become a bit of a guilty pleasure). “Although I have to say, traditionally you’d have to buy me dinner before you grabbed my ass.”

Kara chokes on a pickle. “Oh no,” she groans, dropping the burger onto the wrapper on the table and dropping her very red face into her hands as Lena laughs beside her. She peers out from between her fingers. “I am so sorry, I was just worried about you hitting the pavement and like, catching you in the least jarring way and I wasn’t paying attention to where my hands were and I didn’t even notice until I got back to the DEO and-”

“Well I have so say, I feel a bit offended that you didn’t even realize you were copping a feel...” When the only response is another groan and a deep flush spreading from Kara’s neck to the tips of her ears, Lena relents. “Kara, Kara, it’s fine!” she laughs, pulling Kara’s hands away from her face and giving them a grounding squeeze. “Nia’s been sending me memes about it all day, which has improved my mood significantly. On the grand scale of fallout from assassination attempts, this one was at least funny.”

“I know that’s supposed to be comforting, but all it makes me wanna do is wrap you in bubble wrap forever,” Kara informs her.

“Pass on that. But seriously, don’t worry about it- I know it wasn’t on purpose- unfortunately for me, you’re too noble to do something like that,” Lena laments playfully.

And whether it’s the knowledge that Lena is not, in fact, upset, the overall weirdness that has been this day, or this delicious burger fueling it, Kara feels a bit emboldened. “Hey Lena…”

“Yes?”

“What if I wanted to grab your butt? Just, y’know, as a hypothetical. For future reference.”

Lena quirks a brow at her, fighting a smile as she contemplates this. “Hmm. Strictly hypothetically?”

Kara scoots a bit closer on the couch. “Sure.”

“Well, you’ve already bought me dinner…”

“And lunch, technically. Even if I gave it to the bad guys.”

“True. Plus you saved my life, so that gets you some points, probably.”

Kara pauses in her sly scooching. “Oh, hey, wait, no, that’s not-”

“Kidding, Kara. I know you’d never use that to your advantage. I, however, have determined that strong moral fibre and nobility do, in fact, earn you more points, which is my choice on the matter and you get absolutely no say in it.”

“Oh. Um, alright, I think.”

Lena stares off into the middle distance, tapping her forefinger thoughtfully against her chin. Finally she shrugs. “Yes, I think you’re fulfilled the prerequisites for a bit of grab-ass today.”

Kara snorts, Lena laughs, and soon enough Kara takes her up on the offer.

“Hey Kara, remember that time you grabbed Lena’s ass and it made international news?” Nia asks around a mouthful of mushu pork.

“You mean last week? Yes, I remember,” Kara drawls. Beside her/halfway sitting on her lap, Lena snorts.

“That was the best.”

Alex glares. “Um, excuse you, no. No it was not. I had to sift through so much thirsting over my sister on like, every social media platform. It was the worst day of my life.”

Brainy’s brow furrows. “Surely that cannot be correct, Alex. Statistically speaking-”

Alex holds up a hand, cutting him off. “Trauma can’t be measured, Brainy.”

Kelly chuckles and presses a consoling kiss to Alex’s cheek, and it makes the tough agent melt into a doe-eyed puddle of mush that Kara snorts. And she says they’re gross... Kara sneaks a glance at Lena from the corner of her eye, and she catches Lena looking at her. She leans close and jostles her gently as she drops her head onto Lena’ shoulder. “We’re never gonna live that down, are we?”

“Probably not.”

“We have the worst friends.” When this elicits nothing but a chuckle, Kara tips her head back to see Lena still looking at her, a soft smile playing at her mouth and shining in her eyes. And like, this whole thing they’re doing is new, with the kissing and the actual dates and the... everything else. But the thing where Kara catches Lena looking at her and she doesn’t look away? That freakin’ knocks her out, every single time. “Hey,” she manages.

Lena grins down at her. “Hi.”

So yeah. Maybe the initial circumstances weren’t ideal, and she doesn’t love the mockery that’s been heaped upon her by all of her friends and loved ones (including Winn, who’d sent a missive from the future that literally just said ‘LOL’). But the fact is, Kara muses as she surges up just enough to kiss the corner of Lena’s mouth, that she doesn’t regret a thing.

#supercorp #prompts!#asks open #ask response #supergirl fanfic #kara x lena #humor #idiots #international news about idiots #kara danvers #lena luthor #i'm also deeply sorry that this is so long on mobile #i swear there's a read more that's supposed to be there #but alas

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lunarreaper-ut · 3 years ago

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How exactly did killer loose his arm? Was it cuz he got distracted or was it tactic to prevent something even worse?? ;-; how did nightmate take that sight? How did he get the idea to give killer some of his magic to make an artificial arm for him, did he knew it would work? Was it a hard or painful process for any of them?? (God i love the idea of killer getting a shadow arm from nm >w< makes him even cooler! Kyaaaaa~ still a sad thing tho uwu)

Was nightmare ever in the mood/need/curious to ask killer sing somehing (for him~)??

What ships will happen in kingdomverse??

Alsoo... Uhh dont know if thats an OK question but can they get pregnant? I wanna know if babybones are an possibility in the future? qwq

Ah yes... the Incident.

Allow me to explain the unfortunate event in which Killer almost failed at his job.

(This is gonna be heckin, and I mean HECKIN long. We got some worldbuilding ahead!)

How did Killer lose his arm?

This event happened several years after Killer began his duties as Royal Guard. Dream had already told Nightmare he no longer needed a Royal Guard, and Killer already expressed his wish to stay as one. Nightmare and Killer were frequently having their nightly visits, and things were going well.

One night, however, after Killer had returned to his room and the two had settled in for bed, something happened.

Now I haven't mentioned this before, mainly cause your questions have thankfully not uncovered it >w< During Nightmare's reign, there was much despair in the Kingdom. Negativity brings out the worst in people, as we're all aware I'm sure, and it's no wonder that some people would be driven mad by the results of Nightmare's actions.

Some people began to believe that if they worshipped Nightmare, they would be spared from his wrath and from the destruction his crafted creatures wrought. These people formed a cult dedicated to Nightmare, praising his actions and renouncing their loyalty to the Sun King. They called themselves The Corrupted.

Cults are a very hard thing to get rid of, especially if you weren't aware they existed. When Dream returned and cast Nightmare into the Void, the Corrupted hid themselves in the shadows, vowing to return only once their "True King" returns as well.

The issue arose when Nightmare did return from the Void. Nightmare, throughout his reign, was most often seen as his "transformed" self, and it was that self that The Corrupted worshipped, not Nightmare.

The Corrupted believed that they could bring back the "True King", and to do so they needed to remove the "Imposter King". The cult spent time learning the routines of the castle in order to break in to Nightmare's quarters when they were certain no one was around.

They had acquired a drug meant to incapacitate monsters and suppress their magic, and modified it to be several times as strong. Nightmare certainly wasn't at his strongest either, the Kingdom was a naturally positive place when Dream was around.

A few cult assassins threw a smoke bomb filled with the drug into Nightmare's room while he slept, and unfortunately it worked well enough. Nightmare wasn't unconscious, but he didn't have as fine of control over his magic or his own body.

The assassins came into the room, intending to kidnap Nightmare, but it's rather fortunate that Killer is a light sleeper, isn't it? Killer came into the room just as one of the assassins was about to grab Nightmare.

There was quite a few of them, as they'd been prepared for resistance, and though I hate to say it, they were skilled too. They weren't just some guy picked off the street and given a weapon, it was as if they'd been trained for years just for this moment.

It's likely they had been. Killer was having difficulties, but holding his own well enough. He would only really need to hold them off long enough for the guards to get to the room. Well, that's what he thought until he saw another assassin coming towards a practically immobile Nightmare, and he clearly wasn't intending to just kidnap the King.

Killer moved without thinking, and without his armor he was much more vulnerable to attacks... but getting injured wasn't an issue. He had to protect Nightmare at all costs, even if it meant he got hurt. That was the moment he lost his arm.

Killer didn't have time to register the pain, and slew the assassin who dared attempt to harm Nightmare. Killer was outnumbered still, and if he was having difficulties before, it was going to be impossible to hold out now.

He was lucky he didn't have to though, as several Guardsmen burst into the room. Seems they'd finally heard the commotion. The Guardsmen drove out the assassins, only managing to capture two. Killer was tended to, and he refused to leave Nightmare's side until the drug wore off.

How did Nightmare handle it?

Nightmare was half conscious in the moment, and so most of what he saw didn't register properly. It was only when the drug had worn off and he saw Killer by his side, sans one arm (Hehe), that it hit him.

Nightmare was angry first and foremost. He was angry it happened, angry Killer was dumb enough to get hurt, angry he wasn't able to resist the stupid drug, and angry that Killer seemed completely unbothered.

Nightmare didn't react well at all, and he ended up putting Killer on temporary leave. When Killer tried to refuse Nightmare said he was useless with only one arm, and Nightmare didn't need a useless Guard. Killer shut up pretty quickly.

Killer was still allowed to stay at the castle of course, but he was forbidden from coming near Nightmare's office, or taking part in any Guard duties. Nightmare believed that what happened was the stupidest thing Killer could have done, and refused to think otherwise.

It was during Killer's leave that Nightmare did research. He interrogated the cult members, and utilized glamours (Which we all know he's not fond of) in order to leave the castle without issue. Throughout his research, he spoke with the Court Apothecary regularly about Killer's injury. How was he fairing, is he at risk of dusting, is there anything to be done, stuff like that.

The Apothecary had made an offhanded comment that Killer is going to be without his arm for the rest of his life, since skeletons don't regenerate. Not unless he got enough magic to replace the missing arm at least.

He mentioned just getting a prosthetic for Killer, but that went in one ear and out the other, so to speak. Nightmare began to think about the suggestion (even though it was a joke). Nightmare had a large surplus of magic, and he thought about whether or not it was possible to somehow weave his magic with Killer's and form a new limb.

By the time Killer had returned to Nightmare, asking to return to his duties, the King had already figured out a way to properly do the procedure. He of course asked Killer if he would be allowed to do so, that he wasn't certain if it would work and that it certainly wouldn't be pretty.

Killer agreed without issue. The process was indeed a painful one... fusing Nightmare's magic with Killer's was difficult, and it was akin to taking a freezing cold needle and sewing a constantly shifting mass of energy directly to his soul. (Not actually how it worked, it's just how it felt).

The only reason Killer got through the procedure was because of Nightmare's intent. We all know that intent comes through to Monsters when involving magic, and Nightmare's intent made the process a lot less painful. Heal, fix, help, care, all those things came through to Killer.

It helped that Nightmare had a good relationship with Killer. His magic was much more willing to accept Killer's and vice versa. If this had been done between Nightmare and a stranger, it wouldn't have worked.

It took Killer a few days to work the arm properly. It was almost dead weight for a while. After that, it took even longer for him to properly fight with it, and longer still for him to be able to utilize the magic it was made with.

Has Nightmare ever asked Killer to sing for him?

Nope, Nightmare doesn't even know Killer can or that he has a good voice XD Killer has never sung in front of anyone, nor does he care to. It's just not something he does, but I imagine there could be a few scenarios where he gets coerced into it. Singing with friends, soothing a wounded animal (Yes Killer would do that, he likes small animals. They're cute.), that kind of stuff.

Nightmare's never had a reason to think Killer could sing. >w<

What Ships are going to be canon in Kingdomverse?

Well we've already got Cream, Killermare and Afterdeath as being confirmed.

Honestly I've kinda decided to leave the others more open for interpretation! If you want, you can say Errink is gonna happen, Lust could probably be someones s/o, it's all up to interpretation >w<

Theres quite the cast of characters in Kingdomverse?, and there might be more added later (if I can think of them), so honestly I'm sure there's no issue with some other ships coming to life!

Basically theres no other planned canon ships >w<

Can the skellies get preggers?

I don't see why not! Nightmare and Dream being immortals doesn't stop them from having kids, but I would say that if they did it would probably be through a different process than mortals.

I'd say that monsters need to make the conscious, or unconscious decision that they want a child or that they are ready for a child before they can have one.

Nightmare and Dream would probably be a bit difficult to have a child with purely because they have an immense amount of power and magic (even after a bond), so it might be a bit risky even for them to have kids.

(if any of you do make ship kids I want to see them though, I love baby bones >w<)

#Kingdomverse?#Kingdomverse #answered asks #lots of lore in this one!#KV!Nightmare #KV!Killer #Killermare #Cream (mentioned)

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reflectionsofacreator · 4 years ago

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Time for William’s conversations -- and he has five of them. Wordy motherfucker. As per usual, you can go here to listen to the voice inflections, though not many of them stood out to me for this set of convos.

Will: Son? Will: I ... I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have lashed out like that. You have to understand I’ve never been very good at this. Nevermind that we live rather... extraordinary lives. Desmond: Yeah... I kinda liked my ordinary one. Will: You can’t escape who you are, Desmond. Desmond: So I’ve noticed. Will: Look... It’s silly for us to go back and forth like this. I admit, I did a shitty job raising you. I apologize. I’m sorry. But it’s important you understand that it didn’t come from a bad place. You’re my son. I love you. I guess I was so busy trying to make sure nothing bad happened, I didn’t... consider the consequences. Will: Truce?

Notice how Desmond doesn’t say a word to all of this. No agreement to a truce, no real word for Will’s justifications other than a few noncommittal snarks. Sighs. As much as Will says he loves Desmond, that doesn’t change the fact that Dez faced abuse at his hands. The way that Will talks just grates at me, trying to frame it as a “let’s make up and move on”, not really with any sort of actual like, real acknowledgement of it, and the way that William phrases brooks no room for argument.

Onto the next convo.

Desmond: I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to ask, but - how’s mom. She’s not... Will: No, no. Your mother’s fine. We decided it was safer if we split up for this job. Desmond: Always assuming the worst. Will: Hmph. For good reason. Desmond: Can I at least say hi to her? Will: I’m sorry... It’s too risky. Maybe when we’re done... Desmond: ... Right. When we’re done.

Please, sir, a crumb of a canon name for Desmond’s mother, last heir to Altair’s bloodline? Please, sir, a crumb of acknowledging that mothers are important figures too to a person’s life, not just fathers?

God who am I kidding, ac3 is just “daddy issues: the game” isn’t it, with both Desmond’s and Ratonhnhake:ton’s mothers thrown under the bus for the sake of father-oriented narratives. Sigh. It’s worth noting that Dez actually sounds pretty resigned on that last line, like he doesn’t quite believe it. Ha ha. Yeah.

Desmond: Have... Have we ever tried to make peace with the Templars? Will: Throughout our history there have been moments... Several, in fact. But... It’s impossible. There are... existential differences. Insurmountable. If there were to be unity, it wouldn’t be a truce so much as a submission. Desmond: But knowing what’s about to happen... Wouldn’t it make sense to try and talk to Vidic? Come to an arrangement? Even if it’s only temporary? Will: We’d all be so busy watching our backs, nothing would get accomplished. [slight chuckle] Imagine that. We’re more productive at war... Desmond: Well have we ever tried... sending in someone? Doing to them what they did to us with Lucy? Or Cross? Will: We have. And it’s never worked. We’ve sent people who were either too weak, and found themselves turned - or too strong, and were unable to carry out the charade. Desmond: I just feel like we all want the same thing. Will: We use the same words, but that’s all they are... words. In the end it all comes down to freedom. We seek it. They detest it. And so there’s never an end to the fight. Not until one side is completely gone. Desmond: Is that even possible? Will: Probably not. Our two groups have existed in one form or another since .. well... forever. But things can be better than they are. And that’s something.

You know, when the person that was inhumanely experimented on advocates for peace with the people that did so, I’m a little more inclined to think he’s got a point than the Mentor of the Brotherhood who just outright refuses. Honestly I think there’s something to be said for the fact that Desmond is largely an outsider looking in, and he’s able to see that this war is getting them nowhere, especially in the face of everything else. He’s spent his last 9 years living as a civilian, trying his best to get rid of the ideologies of the Assassins, and that leads him to having a lot of interesting perspectives.

Honestly, it’s probably what the Brotherhood needs. They’ve spent so long trying to get the upperhand on Abstergo, or a lot of other things, and they lose sight of what’s important, I think. Like, yeah, you can say that Desmond is being naive, sure, but I just -- it’s like how Ratonhnhake:ton pushed back against Sam for saying he’ll grow out of his own naivety. Like, the game isn’t exactly being subtle with the parallels between Desmond and Ratonhnhake:ton, but man if it doesn’t make me worried.

I know, ultimately, that the modern day plot kinda goes to nowhere (save for maybe the Origins onward), and that there’s not much in the way of change that happens. Also, I know that Ratonhnhake:ton’s efforts for his own people are futile in the long run, resulting in a very similar feeling futileness that these two characters have to grapple with. But like, that’s the rub, isn’t it -- ac3 is more tragedy than anything else, with inevitable failures that can’t be circumvented.

It interests me that Desmond lumps Lucy in with Cross though. Like as not he doesn’t exactly know the whole story there, but still. Makes me think.

Desmond: Did you look for me, dad? When I was gone. Will: Every day. Desmond: Come on... Will: I mean it. Every night I’d look. Searching for you name - or variations of it - hoping you’d slip up. Abstergo only found you first because they had better access. A few more days and it would have been me. Desmond: Well, I’m here now. Will: And I’m glad.

Desmond sounds resigned on that last line, damn. Tbh, the vibe I got from this one is that Dez couldn’t really believe that his father actually cared about him. (I mean, I can’t either, but that’s neither here nor there) I do vaguely wonder how long it took for the frantic searching to become just an ingrained habit, how long it took before William would just click through results and never actually hope to find anything, resigned to never knowing the fate of his son.

Dammit I think I just made myself feel for the bastard. [beats with stick] back! Back I say!

Desmond: Do you think Lucy regretted what she was doing? Will: I used to think I knew her well, but clearly that wasn’t the case. So I really can’t give you an honest answer. Desmond: She seemed so sincere, though. Like she really wanted to make a difference. Will: Yes, well when I first met him, I thought the same thing about Cross. Desmond: It just keeps happening over and over again. Will: What does? Desmond: Everything... Will: Don’t get weird on me, Desmond. Desmond: No. It’s fine. I’m fine. Don’t worry. Will: Alright, then. You should think about getting back in the Animus... We’ve got to find that key.

Catch me worrying anyways :D Like, really worrying :D

Groans I just. there’s so many worrying signs in these conversations, and I don’t like where it’s going!! at all!!

If you liked this, or what I do, consider checking out the rest of my ac3 playthrough! Or my other playthroughs in general!

#creator plays ac3 #William Miles #Desmond Miles

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mneiai · 4 years ago

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Hello! I love your writing so much and I would really like to see how you’d do a soulmate au where all mandalorians can tell (somehow lol) who their mandalor’s soulmate is... jangobi obviously!

So, this reminded me a lot of Fate Comes Early, and originally I was thinking of maybe just linking that, but then I was dwelling on it and thought how I could make it a very different take lol

This one kinda got away from me! I’ll probably post it as a one-shot on AO3.

I’m still accepting prompts in my ask box!

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The moment they set foot in Mandalorian space, their whole mission went from not too unusual to completely kriffed up.

Maybe, Obi-Wan considered, before that even. Because the closer they got to the sector, the more Mandalorians they passed at refueling stations and there was something like a low buzz of danger in the Force.

Or maybe it was anticipation.

Regardless, he really wished Qui-Gon had listened to Obi-Wan instead of doubling down on his Living Force prejudices and insisting they had to live in the present. It would have saved them a lot of problems.

Because as soon as they were off their ship, they were surrounded, separated. There was no way to combat it without violence, which was not an option while they were on a diplomatic mission and there were government representatives in the crowd.

Obi-Wan was taken into what he assumed was the palace. Mandalorians, most but not all in their signature armor surrounding him until they reached a small building within the building. It was set in the middle of a courtyard, surrounded by what he guessed were native plants from the sector.

It was huge, lavish, and extremely well-secured. He could see guards at every point he'd think of for escape, even spotting a few on the nearby rooftops with the telltale bulk of a jetpack on their figures. He wouldn't have minded so much, if any of them had been talkative.

The building was the nicest prison he'd ever seen and apparently was just for him.

***

He spent a whole day mostly in one of the sitting rooms, refusing to take the comforts offered by the large bedroom he'd been shown, picking at the (admittedly, very good) food the guards brought him. Every so often he walked through the rooms, trying to act as though he were simply taking them in instead of looking for a way to break out.

Eventually, someone came to meet with him. A humanoid woman in armor who the guards in armor were respectful of and the guards without seemed to dislike. She treated him with surprising deference from the start, as one might a head of state and not a Jedi Padawan.

It was all making him very nervous, remembering a mission where a sentient sacrifice had been made temporary king before being thrown into a lava pit.

"Olarom, Ka'rata. I am your tengaa'cabur, your guide.."

Obi-Wan hesitated, then replied, "Olarom," back, remembering it as one of the polite standard greetings from the mission information packet he'd read on the way.

The Mandalorian smiled at him and it looked sincere enough, though she was surprisingly hard to read in the Force. "Your presence at this time shows the crossroads our people have arrived at. There is much to prepare, Satine Kryze was nearby for the," her face twisted in distaste, "election," before she managed to smooth it out again, "but the others are farther away."

"...Others?"

"The other candidates for Mand'alor. Once they are assembled, we will being the Ka'ra'ur'cire."

"That's...like an election?" he asked, hopefully, even though the word didn't seem at all familiar.

She laughed, though he got the impression she might have been rolling her eyes if she had less control. "In Basic, perhaps that is a close enough translation."

He'd been here to oversee the election, so at least it seemed like some part of his role would be fulfilled. He could only hope his Master was with Kryze.

"And why am I...separated? Why isn't my Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, here?"

Something twisted on her face, the same way it had when she'd first spoken of the election and Satine. "You are Ka'rata, it would be...improper. If you desire, after the Ka'ra'ur'cire you may be allowed other guests."

"You said that the Ka'ra'ur'cire," he thought he did a fairly good job at pronouncing it, the language coming surprisingly easy to his tongue, "would start once all the candidates are here? How long will that be?"

"Tor Vizsla will be here within the next few days. Jango Fett we hope within a week of that. The announcement has been made. You will meet all on even ground."

Neither of those men had been candidates of the election Obi-Wan had come to Mandalore for. Fett hadn't even been seen, as far as he knew, since the tragedy of Galidraan and Vizsla was considered a terrorist by most.

"And what does the Ka'ra'ur'cire entail?"

The guide stared at him for a moment, as though weighing what she'd say (or, perhaps, what he'd understand). "The Ka'ra will guide you. The one who will be Mand'alor will be revealed."

He didn't get much more out of her, after that.

***

The days after that continued with vague information, very good (if spicy) meals, and the introduction of coursework on Mando'a.

None of the language materials he was given included any of the odd terms that were used. He knew he was being called "Ka'rata" and it was honestly very rude of them not to clarify that point.

From the other information he was given, and what he'd already known for the mission, he was able to piece together that Mandalorians didn't have elections like most Republic states, that there were three main political factions each represented by one of the potential Mand'alors, and that the people guarding him and speaking to him had taken vows of neutrality and therefore would not--could not--support anyone over another until after they were declared.

He, too, was expected to have some sort of neutrality, at least to start off. And then...apparently he'd be the one doing the choosing.

That was a daunting task, especially without his Master's help, moreso because Obi-Wan was having trouble accessing the Force. He didn't know if it was nerves, or perhaps some sort of barrier around the building he hadn't noticed, but even in deep meditation he was finding it difficult.

He could still feel Qui-Gon, at least, though their bond felt muffled and indistinctive. It was enough to know that he was alive and he didn't feel as though he was in pain, just horribly annoyed. Wherever he was, maybe he was getting the same runaround that Obi-Wan was getting.

***

His guide from the first day came back, eventually. "The candidates are assembled," was the first thing she said after her formal greeting and he breathed a sigh of relief. "The Ka'ra'ur'cire will begin tomorrow."

"Does that mean I finally get to find out what it is?" His tone was maybe more petulant than he wanted it to be, but between the isolation and his growing disconnect from the Force, controlling his emotions was becoming harder.

She studied him, then nodded. "Yes. Your to'hodar to the epara'kyorar has faded, the Ka'ra will protect you."

Obi-Wan frowned. Ka'ra had been mentioned before, he knew that meant stars, but as some sort of divinity. The other two seemed to be combinations of words, none of which had good connotations.

"Right, would you mind explaining that as well as the other parts?"

The guide regarded him for a moment, then nodded again. "Elek, Ka'rata, I will explain all that I can."

But, of course, she didn't start explaining. Instead she guided him through the building to a dining room that he had seen in passing. There were other Mandalorians there, mostly older ones, though a few didn't have their helmets off to judge.

"The Ka'rata's blessed presence is known again in Mandalore," his guide stated and Obi-Wan suppressed a shudder as the others either bowed or saluted him. "He is prepared in spirit, but must be prepared in mind. It is our duty to do so."

Obi-Wan was directed to sit in one of the two chairs at the head of the table, the other remaining empty. Just like with his guide before, no one bothered introducing themselves, but he'd worked out that the ones in armor were Death Watch and the True Mandalorians (and could tell from the crests basically which ones) and that the ones who were not were most likely New Mandalorians. There seemed to be an even mix, four of each, plus his guide.

Food was placed in front of everyone who didn't have a helmet on and Obi-Wan reluctantly started to eat when others did, despite his need for answers. There was some sort of ritual at play, he knew from experience and learning, and interrupting it would probably do him no favors.

When the meal was over, his guide finally turned to him. "We will tell you now of what you are, and what it means, and what will come."

He sat up a little straighter. "Thank you."

"The Ka'rata is the heart and soul of the Mando'ade, chosen by the Ka'ra. In terms the aruetiise might use, the soulmate of the Mand'alor."

Obi-Wan wished he hadn't eaten, because he was starting to feel sick. He'd heard of soulmates, everyone had--a leftover of the Taung found almost solely in Mandalorians, a bond of the spirit that connected two people. He had a very brief education on them, in a single lecture that had discussed their simularities to naturally occurring Force bonds, and nearly everything else he knew came from the awful holonovellas that Vos sometimes watched.

"You think I'm the Mand'alor's soulmate?"

"We know it," one of the Death Watch members stated with conviction that, if Obi-Wan could just feel the Force, he knew somehow would ring true.

"We could feel it, the moment you neared us," his guide continued. "Once you nau'ur to'manda, you shall feel it, too."

He worked through those words, fairly sure it meant to forge the soulbond the stories spoke of, and frowned. "But you said I'm the Mand'alor's soulmate? So...who is the Mand'alor?"

"There are three potential Mand'alor's," the others shifted, clearly disliking comparing their own leaders, "and each must be given a chance to of nau'ur." Someone cleared their throats and she rolled her eyes. "And, arguably, their heirs."

"So if a Mand'alor dies...."

"There is always a Mand'alor. The individual might die, but someone always fills the role."

"You're saying that I just...get passed along like some heirloom?"

"You are Ka'rata, this is no insult meant to you. Once you open yourself to the Ka'ra and your to'manda, you'll understand, you'll want this."

Somehow this was worse than being sacrificed to a lava pit.

"I can't, though. I'm a Jedi, this...sounds like a very big attachment, which is forbidden by our Code."

Not only did many of them look uncomfortable at the reminder of what he was, he was fairly sure a few made a finger sign to ward off evil. Which...seemed excessive, though after Galidraan he supposed he couldn't blame them.

"The Ka'ra has freed you from the epara'kyorar. It can no longer smother you."

His breath caught. "Epara'kyorar...that's...that's what you call the Force?" He sounded small, weak, even to his own ears.

"It will not devour you any longer, Ka'rata, you are nearly free."

Obi-Wan reached desperately for the Force, but it was true, he could barely feel it at all. His bond with Qui-Gon might as well not even exist, not just as though it had been broken, but as though it had never been there at all.

He stood, chair falling behind him from the force of the movement. "I...no. I'm a Jedi, I need the Force."

"The epara'kyorare was blocking your sense of self," his guide insisted. "Your ability to use it was a trick to help you perpetuate it. Torre Vizsla learnt of this, warned us of it, what had long been suspected."

"How are you blocking me from the Force? How do I reverse it?" he demanded.

Looking around, he realized how foolish it must seem to them, a teenage boy without weapons or armor in a room full of Mandalorians, making demands. But the looks on their faces were not mocking, but more pitying. That grated.

"You can't just kidnap someone, take away one of their senses, and expect them to cooperate with you!"

"There is no kidnapping the Ka'rata. You are in our sector, under our laws you are ours."

"Your property?" he sneered, though cold sweat broke out across his body at the remembered weight of a collar around his neck.

One of the New Mandalorians, perhaps the least threatening looking person in the room, stood and approached him. "You are sacred. Once the Mand'alor has been decided on, only they can restrict you."

He looked in the man's eyes and saw what wasn't being said--the New Mandalorians were the least traditional, Satine Kryze would be less inclined to follow whatever tenants insisted that Obi-Wan was kept locked up in a separate building, guarded, unable to see any non-Mandalorians. Maybe she'd even let him go back to the Jedi, once she was confirmed Mand'alor.

Obi-Wan looked around the room, noticed eyes narrowed at the man, but no one discounted what he said. "Fine," he muttered, crossing his arms. "Fine. How do I decide which one is Mand'alor, then?"

***

It couldn't ever just be a simple "point at someone and say they're Mand'alor," but "spend a week learning how they feel to you" was aggravating. If he'd had the Force, Obi-Wan might have been able to tell right away, with a few questions, who would be a better leader.

Or he would have just chosen Satine, as he desperately wanted to, especially as the time they spent together within the building he was housed in or out in the gardens around it made it clear she disdained this tradition as much as he did. She was going along with it to hopefully gain more support and wasn't actually going to do anything more than that. She respected the Republic, the Jedi, him.

He really, really liked Satine.

Vizsla was...well, he wasn't sure what to expect, the file on him and his activities painted him as a terrorist for good reasons. But he was a traditionalist to the core and he had utter respect for the tradition of the Ka'ra'ur'cire.

Though, he did seem to be holding back parts of himself to interact with Obi-Wan. Despite surely thinking being soulmates would be an automatic thing, he was almost wooing him.

The last of the three he met was Fett. Who...seemed almost as out of sorts as Obi-Wan. He was abrasive, condescending, didn't have much time for Obi-Wan's lack of knowledge around the Ka'ra'ur'cire or any Mandalorian culture, and at first Obi-Wan took offense to that.

Until he realized this might be the first time Fett had seen a Jedi since Galidraan.

And then he looked beyond the surface of their interactions--Fett was shaken, broken, he felt like a failure and knew he didn't deserve to be Mand'alor.

Obi-Wan took two days of the meetings to realize he was understanding Fett a little too well. Another day to accept that Fett himself seemed to have quickly moved on from his hatred of all things Jedi to watching Obi-Wan like he couldn't believe he existed.

The guide had said that their stars would tell Obi-Wan who his soulmate was and horribly, Obi-Wan was realizing that maybe that was right. He, intellectually, wanted it to be Satine.

But his heart, or maybe it was his soul (or maybe it was the Ka'ra), was crying out for Jango.

"Oh," he breathed out during one of their meetings, watching Jango studying a battleplan in front of them, after he'd taken a piece of Obi-Wan's advice (hard-earned on Melida/Daan) without any protest or condescension.

Jango looked up at him, his face blank except for that little area of tenseness between his eyebrows Obi-Wan had already memorized. "Something else I'm missing?"

Obi-Wan shook his head, eyes even wider, and left the room.

***

When he went to his guide, she was as gentle as a Mandalorian could be as she talked him through how to finish the Ka'ra'ur'cire.

The next day, after fruitless meetings with Satine and Tor, he was glad to see Jango. His soft smile must have said more than he thought, because Jango--who must have felt it this entire time but had patiently waited on him--didn't stalk into the room to his usual seat. He walked right up to Obi-Wan, cupping his cheek gently in a calloused hand.

Obi-Wan, at a loss for words, managed what he thought was a steady and suggestive, "Hello, there," before Jango's lips crashed into his own.

And a million stars lit up inside of him.

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Mando'a: Olarom - Welcome/greetings Ka'rata - from ka'ra (stars/fate) and kar'ta (heart), word for Mand'alor's soulmate Mand'alor - sole ruler, basically the dictator of Mandalore Ka'ra'ur'cire - from ka'ra (stars) and urcir (meet) aruetiise - foreigners/outsiders to'hodar - from to (join) and hodar (deceive), ie a false bond epara'kyorare - from eparavur (to feast, devour) and kyorar (rot) Elek - yes Mando'ade - Mandalorian People to'manda- from to (join) and Manda (soul), ie a soulbound nau'ur - light up, illuminate (is also used in context of forging weapons, nau'ur kad, forge or light up a sword)

#jangobi #obi wan kenobi #jango fett #mandalorians #star wars fic #soulmate au #my stuff #ask answers #Anonymous

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wondersbeyondcompare · 4 years ago

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More Majid Stuff

I post once in a blue moon b/c I work in random bursts and get tired easily, but here are some rambles about Majid that I’ve saved in my Notes app and probably haven’t mentioned before!

There are some rumors circulating around Majid regarding his wealth

More specifically: how he got his wealth

All these rumors range from him being a secret son of a noble family to taking shady underground jobs that paid ridiculously well

His name had been searched up more than once, but the only thing that pops up is a bakery business w/ a small branch located in the Land of Hot Sands... not too far from where Majid grew up...

Majid’s a quick learner; he just lacks the motivation lol

Tends to overthink too often, tho, coming up with detailed plans to get out of doing the most mundane stuff

Funny to watch but a pain in the ass to comprehend 😔

Although Majid tries to get out of doing most stuff, there are some things he can’t let slide

He can get picky over how some tasks are done; honestly??? this might be a good tactic on getting him to work (“Hey, Majid. Can you help set up the decorations for tonight’s party?” “No.” “Aaaa, okay, guess we’ll just have Mark do it-“ “Mark? You want to leave decorating to him? Do you want the lounge looking like a highlighter projectile vomited over the walls and ceiling? Give me those streamers. I’ll do it myself-“)

Definitely a quality over quantity kind of person; his room may be a mess of different things, but, rest assured, it’s only the best of the best of stuff that stay for long like lava lamps

I want to say that Majid is picky about a lot of things in general, but he does have his exceptions; for example: food, napping locations, job opportunities, ummm (･_･;) That’s most of what I can think of right now, dang

This pickiness is kiiind of 👉👈 referencing a trait that the Cave of Wonders has; like the whole “only a diamond in the rough shall enter here“ business that was going on idk I’m trying my best

As you can see, I went ham when it came to the “Who disturbs my slumber” line the tiger head had lol 😅(sorry that had become your defining trait, m’boi)

And the mass of riches he’s accumulated over the years was another obvious reference to the inside of the cave as well; can also act as a loose metaphor of what’s stopping him from getting the help he needs; as the treasures in the cave were put there w/ the intent of distracting a person from the ultimate goal of the magic lamp, so does his own treasures serve as a temporary distraction from moving forward in his life

But if that’s too much of a stretch, then plz slap the inner English teacher in me and then myself

Majid’s good at looking through people’s facades and judging a person’s true character, but it’s not like he does much w/ this info

Unless they try confronting him or something, he just avoids/shuts down people he gets bad vibes from

Doesn’t make tactless comments; figured out that dealing with pissed off people was more work than it’s worth

Boi tends to ask a lot of questions when speaking to other people; partly b/c of trust issues; partly b/c he might be lowkey judging you (can’t use his unique magic all the time after all :/)

He’s the type of person who acts like he knows everything, but he really doesn’t; just hates getting looked down upon in general; will bluff his way through situations by being as vague as possible

He leans towards how his mother used to speak; that is: beating around the bush

He won’t lie to you, but it might take some time until he’ll give you the whole truth; and when I say it’ll take some time, IT REALLY WILL TAKE SOME TIME B/C THIS BOY IS UNBELIEVABLY STUBBORN

Is casual to whoever he speaks to, no matter the age; if he gets extremely annoyed with someone, especially if they’re older than him, he’ll use this over exaggerated polite tone that makes it real obvious he’s fed up with them

Gets ticked off whenever anyone advises him to do anything, but he’ll still take that advice to heart

Majid’s probably tired all the time b/c of all the jewelry he’s carrying around smh

Majid sounds/looks like he’s angry all the time, but that’s just his resting face 😔; I mean, he’s always a little irritated, but it’s mostly b/c he’s stuck in that state of being forced awake from a deep afternoon nap (b/c... that’s usually what happens to him)

Plus, have you met his upperclassmen? Have you seen what was going on in Scarabia during Chapter 4?????? Have you met the headmaster of this school???????? (; ω ; )

He doesn’t like people touching stuff that’s his; same thing goes for people touching stuff in general that aren’t theirs; doesn’t like thieves (he’s stolen stuff when he was younger, but he justifies that he only did so to survive; and he’s not entirely wrong)

Ironic b/c his mom was a thief 🤭

He’s also a pretty obedient student save for the whole “trying to sleep in class w/o getting caught” thing that he’s still trying to accomplish; doesn’t like it when the professors get strict with him but will grit his teeth and bear with it

Prefers magic carpets to magic broomsticks; there’s just a lot more surface area when it comes to carpets plus he’s more familiar with the former

Spends a lot of his time in the Scarabia storage room b/c it reminds him of his bedroom back home; probably became buddies w/ Kalim’s magic carpet while he was there too

But if we’re talking about the type of people Majid could tolerate befriending uummm... maybe those with good hearts?? Idk, like those who are genuinely trying to be a good person no matter what kind of obstacles they run into (referencing how the cave of wonders only let a diamond in the rough enter)

They don’t have to be all nice or sweet, but as long as Majid can tell they have kind intentions, he won’t immediately leave them

Has a “haaah... these guys are hopeless... might as well keep an eye on them so they don’t screw up any more than they already have” attitude towards these people

Other type of person Majid would unintentionally befriend are those who are also annoyed of being told what to do by upperclassmen/authority figures; ☺️🙏 vent out your frustrations together wooo

Has some squabbles with Leona when it comes to napping locations

It’s actually pretty funny to watch b/c they both don’t want to give up their spot but also they don’t want to bother getting up

Leona wins most of the time, tho

Majid may have had a lot of energy when he was younger but now he’s a g e d

I rarely mention Majid’s lava illusion magic thing, but yeah that’s a thing; he probably won’t be able to use it to its full extent until his last year of high school and maybe a little bit later; it takes up a ton of energy; I keep on imagining him using it and joking that “aaaa the floor is lava lol”, but then I remember the psychological effects this ability has on the victim and 😬 yikes scratch that

Majid has a loud clear voice when he speaks; often startles whoever’s walking by when he naps in the shadows

As a result of spending most of his time w/o a stable support system and no one static to guide his beliefs, Majid doesn’t follow any particular religion; he does have coworkers back at the curio/appraisal/pawn shop who do, tho, and while he doesn’t entirely understand it, he respects them as much as he can

I’ve said before that Majid selfishly keeps all his wealth to himself for fear of losing his self worth, but there are some exceptions (such as to anyone he passes who’s begging in the streets, a coworker who’s struggling to make ends meet, etc.)

He’s fine with giving away some money, but not in huge amounts

And if he’s giving money to anyone, it’s done in a round about way; usually w/ a dismissive excuse

If this boi had a route, depending on how the MC acts around him, the majority of it will be spent breaking down those walls and befriending him; generally going like this: shovel all trust issues into incinerator one by one —>Get him to tolerate you —> Get him to trust you —> Befriend (?) Him —> Deal w/ his other deep seated issues —-> Romance (if we’re going for that otome game kinda thing i guess???))

I can just imagine Majid temporarily visiting the Land of Hot Sands w/ MC after befriending him and finding out the truth about his parents through his boss at the curio shop; MC encourages him to travel north to pay a visit at some facility b/c it’s rumored that at least his father is still alive

(No idea what happened to Lara; probably suffered worse consequences due to making several prison breaks; had decently powerful magical abilities, so that would probably explain the whole forced amnesia thing that happened after their disappearance)

Majid is torn b/w wanting to go alone b/c this is a personal matter (And he wants MC to be safe) and being scared of losing MC if something horrible happens to him on his journey north; he knows what it’s like to be suddenly abandoned, and he doesn’t want that for anybody, especially for someone he cares about

He doesn’t want to repeat his father’s mistakes, regardless if it was accidental or not

Majid decides to go on his own; probably had some touching parting w/ MC; maybe we’ll go full otome and have a hugging CG where he swears that he will be back for MC

And MC is just like “Aight;;; cool;;; good luck;;”; something sentimental like that

Couple of days passed; we’re worried about him

He returns with a worried look on his face before breaking into a relieved smile when he sees MC; power walks to hug them even tighter than before

Majid thanks them for all they’ve done; he then spends the rest of the day and well into the night describing all he’s experienced and his visit with his dad

They go back to NRC and Majid is less bratty than before, much to the surprise of Jamil and to the delight of Kalim; actually starts to make an effort to not push people away at every opportunity (b/c he originally felt like they all had their own hidden agenda and were just using him for their own gain, y’know)

Boi becomes even more clingy towards MC; by that, I don’t mean he’s overly attached to them (he’s afraid of making the same mistake he did in the past), but rather he shows it through light casual touches here and there (a brush of the fingers when exchanging papers, patting MC’s head when they do something well, gently tugging at their sleeve when he needs their attention) and constantly checking up on them to see how they’re doing

Awkward levels in Majid increase as he constantly wonders if he’s crossing a line when it comes to him showing any kind of affection; he doesn’t want to come off as creepy and make MC hate him

Might also resist being given love and affection at first; but once he gets used to it, he absolutely m e l t s

Cuddles are 👌; might give teary eyes if MC tries to leave early during a cuddling session, but he won’t pressure them to stay; a touch starved boi

Doesn’t think much of PDA, giving or receiving; full on making out and anything further is kind of a no-go, tho; hugging is nice and so are short and sweet kisses; will glare at anybody who says anything about it

If his s/o was clingier than he is, he might get a little embarrassed; same thing goes if his s/o was really cute

Definitely the type of boyfriend to buy random gifts for his s/o b/c these things reminded him of them

Younger Majid was in full on puppy mode all the time, or at least when he was around people he liked; also a huge people pleaser too, since he was afraid of them leaving him

He was probably reckless too in order to entertain his friends

Was really polite, especially when it came to adults; always calling them Mister and Miss(us)

He was also just loud

Future Majid (if he came to terms with most of his problems) would be more mellow than his teenage self; still anti-social but he’s less angry at the world now; would go on to own the curio shop after the previous owner passed on; reverted it into both a jewelry/appraisal shop in order to honor his father plus respect the previous owner’s memory as well

Sells and repairs jewelry and appraises supposedly rare items that come through his store; still does odd jobs for the people in the neighborhood but his prices aren’t as outrageously high as he made them when he was younger

He names the new store after his mother, at the request of his father (plus I only recently heard the song “House of Gold” by Twenty One Pilots and hnnnmmg it fits well with this golden boy)

Majid is interested in most things related to jewelry, probably subconsciously influenced by his father; this includes repairing bits of jewelry; he moves delicately when it comes to these kinds of tasks

He’s a night owl; it’s much quieter at night

Has bad posture from sleeping in different weird places

His body is prone to heating up easily; the fact that he lives in the Land of Hot Sands and was also sorted into Scarabia is just unfortunate luck

Sneaks off to cooler areas on campus in his free time to chill; one of his favorite spots is the Octavinelle lounge since it’s air conditioned and dark, and he can get away with taking a nap before going over his time limit and getting kicked out

The library is nice too (´∀｀)

Would like to go to Ignihyde too, but he’s put off by the feeling of being underground (gotta have that bit of irony like Jamil being afraid of bugs 👌)

He tolerates Kalim better than Jamil; probably b/c the latter scolds him for slacking off

Actually went to Kalim for tutoring advice once before realizing part of the way that his senior had no idea what he was doing; Jamil has earned his respect when it comes to academics

Kinda jealous of the duo’s stamina; Majid’s usually heaving for air after long marches or if he’s ever chosen as a backup dancer for one of Scarabia’s many parties; he’s the ( ・∇・) least athletic of my OCs...

No, he can’t dance, but he can feign the movements well enough to not get caught

#twisted wonderland oc #twst ocs #twisted wonderland ocs #twst oc #twst oc art #art #twisted wonderland oc art #writing #my art #my post #Majid #mun taro speaks #everytime i post about my ocs i see that one twitter post flash inside my mind #the one that goes like #me to my followers: hey im sorry i havent been posting about my ocs that much but #followers: ??? wait??? you have ocs???#I LOVE SLEEPING TOO MUCH IM SORRY #anyway yeah heres my boy #its mostly just character stuff b/c ive gone over most of his background in his profile and his parents post #will i do the same for the other kids i have?? maybe if i get the energy to...#im just biased for majid #if you managed to get through everything on here congrats #you have my love and undying loyalty from now on #also i didnt really know where i was going with all of this #if it seems like im jumping from one idea to another its b/c i was

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lilikags · 4 years ago

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When Mom Tricks Come Handy

ೃ‧₊› a b o u t t h i s p o s t° ➮ Pairing: Kenma Kozume x fem! reader ➮ Series: Back to Me ➮ Tags: fluff, royal au, reincarnation au ➮ Part: 6 ➮ Word Count: 2962

--Your POV--

This was just like a job interview. You were dressed up in something nice, and you came prepared to show yourself off to your "employer". Of course, this would obviously last much longer than a job interview, but you could just think of it as an extended one. It was just about the same nervousness, the same confidence you had when you applied for a job during your third year of high school.

The moment you entered the room where you met the Queen, most of the confidence hid away somewhere in you and humbleness stepped forward in its place, sitting on top of your feelings of nervousness's lap. You looked down at the marble freshly polished floor, the carefully painted ceiling, the intricately carved patterns on the walls...

"It's a pleasure to see you, Lady (l/n)," her majesty started off. She had entered the room without you knowing, which startled you. Oh gosh, I need to start paying more attention to my surroundings. "Ah, yes, it's quite a pleasure to see you as well, your majesty," you greeted the empress along with a small curtsy. Her majesty always started with light greetings, promptly followed by a short and straightforward talk. You had talked to her a few times before, and she was definitely an intense person. "As you know, if we are on the same page, I have called you here to give you the details of the first test," she started, and you nodded. "I will have you manage the Archon Palace in the North for an entire month. I will visit you every so often, so please be prepared to greet me. You are to be assessed based on your skills in managing the palace both during events and on a daily basis. I have an informant who will inform me of the details. Your test will start when you arrive at the palace and end exactly a month after. That is all."

You quickly thanked the queen and curtsied, then was escorted out of the room by a servant, who led you to your carriage. You were going home to pack your things and get ready for the test. You hopped into the carriage and sighed, thinking about what you were going to do.

The test was like an open notebook test, used to only assess the application of the knowledge studied. You were definitely nervous; you had never done anything on this scale and it was very new to you. Your mother managed all the household affairs for you, since you had quit studying it a long time ago. But you did manage to go over it over the last few months of cramming, and you could probably relate it to some skills you saw at night.

The (y/n) in your dreams had at least basic skills to survive on her own. Of course, she was taught how to cook and clean and make the place all tidy and presentable. Well, you figured you would use those tips later when you managed the castle, so you wrote down a list of what you could remember and placed it with some other important documents you planned on bringing.

You wanted to pack your things yourself. There was just something special about it; perhaps it gave you the right temporary goodbye to your home that you needed. Or maybe you just wanted to do it because that girl always did it herself, but this is what you wanted to do and you were going to do it. It was definitely weird though, in other people's eyes. Anyone of your status would just tell their servants to get the things they needed and get on their way, unless they were hiding something. Well, you guessed you were hiding something, but it wasn't even in the baggage anyways.

You bid your parents a short goodbye as you left for the northern palace, and you slept to the bumps of the road as you made your way there. As soon as you arrived at the palace, you really knew it was really meant to be a long assessment, not some 10-minute pop quiz. The place was a mess- well, it still functioned, but it was still a mess. There was not an ounce of organization to be seen and you instantly wondered who had been in charge of the place before you arrived.

You were escorted to your room; it was actually quite nice. After all, this was a palace. It was made for the royal family, who always lived in such luxury. It was clean enough; the place looked clean and simple, with it just being very clean. That was one thing you liked about this palace, it was clean. There was no dust laying around, no rodents running around, no random stuff sitting around. It was clean and simple, in contrast to the elaborate paintings on the walls and ceilings; you'd have to fix that.

After taking the day to settle in, you familiarized yourself with the place and the staff. You had one of the butlers show you around, taking you to every place on the map you wished to see. It kinda felt like busy work, but it's not like you could back down now. All that cramming was for this, so you were going to do it. You attempted to speak to the staff, have a nice conversation with them, but nobody bothered to answer respectfully. They gave the shortest answers possible and continued working while you were talking to them. Well, they must be dedicated to their job- or perhaps they were told to act this way, who knows.

At the end of the day, the place was still pretty new to you, but it didn't feel completely foreign anymore. You were able to assess the situation, and in the morning, you'd tell them what they needed to fix up on- and it was a lot.

The next morning, you got up as the sun rose and you changed into something you had brought from home. It wasn't too fancy, but still presentable enough for the staff. Honestly, you wanted to wear (your comfort clothes) but you had appearances to keep up. Anyways, after getting ready, you headed towards your new office space. It was pretty nice, you had to say- especially the chair. It was comfier than any of the chairs you had at home, which was awesome. You then wrote out your entire script for what you were going to say to them. You weren't always up for "public speaking", but you were in the mood to get things done, so you were going to get things done. Simple as that.

Then, you decided to set up your simple system. Yes, you were going to make a system for these employees. Having good employees was one thing, but managing them was another. If you have good employees, but no organization, no sense of community, everything's going to be all over the place and nothing will get done. Well, that's what managers are for, right?

You ordered for the things that needed to be brought to be brought and called all of the servants over. You held your short script that you had made earlier this morning and took a deep breath as everyone piled in.

"Good morning, everyone. I have called this meeting to inform you of the new changes, which will start in three days, as I have supplies that need to be sent here. Now, as I was walking around the palace, I noticed many things about organization that need to be addressed immediately. I understand that it is very different than what you have been previously doing, and I hope you understand how this makes the process of doing your work much more manageable and efficient," you started. You looked at the faces of the servants. Some of them were intrigued, others looking away and not caring at all.

"First of all, I would like to address some of the organization issues you have here. Everything is all over the place, so I would like you to organize them. First, keep things in one place. Every time something is used, it is to be put back in the same place when it is finished being used. Next, I would like to invest in making the storage rooms much nicer. I saw them yesterday, and they are horrendous. I have just ordered some baskets; use them to organize the items in the storage rooms. Label them as well, so that everyone knows what basket is for which items. I will have Cain (the butler) handle the baskets," you explained, knowing this seemed pretty new to them. No one was particularly happy, as things were changing to something a bit different, and that was expected. As long as they did their job properly and followed the rules, everything would be fine.

"Next, I would like to introduce a new system. By my office, there will be a large board, where you can sign up for the tasks that need to be done that day. There will not be a set number of tasks you need to complete, but you must all complete everything by the day. I will also assign a leader to each group of servants, who will write me a report every 3 days on the work everyone has been doing. It does not need to be long, but make it a bit detailed; it just helps me make sure everything has been done well." You heard some sighs, and you knew full well it was more work for them, but you couldn't be going around all day and staring at them doing their work.

So, you put the system to work, and when the baskets and things arrived, you looked over everything. Honestly, there wasn't much to do then, if all the reports were all good. Well, that gave you time to plan for the decorations for when the queen would come visit, and so you spent your time doing that.

You researched different popular themes for the palace and selected one you thought her highness might like, though it required the place to be clean. There were way too many items in this palace, for sure. Of course, you could throw away many of them, but that would be such a waste. You could already think of uses for many of them. So, you decided to buy more baskets and hide them in plain sight. That way, you could keep them, and her highness wouldn't have a clue. It wouldn't hurt her if she doesn't know.

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Long days, always. Living in this place was lonely. Sure, there were tons of servants around, but you never felt much of a connection with them. You needed someone you trusted, someone you knew and someone who knew you. The first person you thought of was Kenma, but you weren't allowed to correspond with him during this time. The Queen would think you were trying to cheat, even if she read what was inside the letters. After all, you hadn't tried to prepare for years, and suddenly you're trying when you find out you're the prince's soulmate.

You were just about to go to bed. It was about midnight, a bit late, but not really. You were tired from dealing with all the servants; there was a huge fuss about a maid breaking an expensive vase. All of them in the room pointed fingers at each other, and after listening to everyone's stories, it was so clear that everyone was lying about something. No one's story matched up with the another's, so obviously everyone was twisting it for their own sake. You decided that you didn't like any of the girls in the group and seriously considered just firing the whole lot of them and hiring new ones. Well, in the end, you just let it all go with a warning. All that was really damaged was the vase; that could definitely be replaced. It wasn't like your budget was too tight; actually it was quite good. The only thing that concerned you was their attitude. These people really need to understand that they can be replaced...

It was about 4 in the morning when you woke up. Cain, the head butler, was literally the only one considerate and pleasant enough to talk to, but he really had to wake you up at 4 in the morning. You only had about 4 hours of sleep; your brain was still taking a vacation and it was truly difficult to force it back out.

As you exited your room in your nightgown, as it was still the middle of the night, you saw Alania, one of the better maids, with a candle outside the door. She led you to the office, where Cain was waiting.

"I apologize for interrupting your rest, Lady (l/n), but her highness has arrived. Please get ready to greet her," Cain explained. "I-" you said in surprise. "Thank you for telling me. I shall prepare right away."

Your brain flew back to your brain, luckily, and you were pretty alert now. Your gait quickened, as your thoughts raced through your mind. You ordered for the place to be quickly prettied up; there were still a few things that shouldn't be left in the open, and you told them to hold small things in baskets which were placed as decoration and large things in the storage rooms. It didn't need to be neat; the place just needed to be presentable.

As the place was being fixed up, you had yourself fixed up. It was much harder in the night, but Alania was skilled and made you look presentable in a matter of minutes. Since you were finished before some parts of the palace were cleaned up, you decided to keep her highness in the cleaner parts as the other parts not yet fully fixed up were worked on.

So, you went to greet her highness at the front of the palace and welcomed her. You apologized for being a few minutes late, though that really wasn't too uncommon. Nonetheless, you were just being respectful. You led her to a waiting room, where you talked and had some tea. You wondered when you could go back to getting your sleep, but it's not like you could leave her highness by herself; that would be extremely rude in this society. Casual did not exist, and that was such a shame.

After a while, her highness decided to retire for the night, and you had a room prepared for her. You led her to her room, then once she had closed her door, you started back to your room. It started as a walk, but as the desire to just get back in bed increased, it turned into a faster walk to a run. You sped up the stairs into your room, where Alania had been waiting for you.

You sighed as you slowed down, getting into a chair so that Alania could take off your makeup and accessories for you. They were so fancy you didn't even know how they worked, so you just let her. She got them off in no time and you changed into your pajamas as soon as they were off and flopped onto your bed. You were very tired by this time, and you instantly fell asleep as soon as you got comfortable.

The next morning, you weren't awoken by anyone. You expected someone to inform you that her highness was awake, but you figured she wasn't awake either. She probably didn't get any sleep until she got to the palace, so it made sense.

Alania knocked on your room when she came by a few minutes later, suggesting a dress for you to wear. You had instructed her to get you whatever dress for you to wear for the time you were in this palace, and she was great at it. You changed into the dress and had her fix up your hair and add on some accessories. Once you were all ready to go, you closed your bedroom door and started to the dining hall.

As you sat at the table, you realized it would be rude to eat without her highness, so you decided to wait as you read a novel you had brought with you, just in case you needed it. It would help pass the time, and it could be used as a conversation starter.

After some time, you heard the steps of a pair of heels entering the room, and her highness appeared. You greeted her as she sat across from you, and breakfast was served. You had small talk with her, making sure to always be respectful. Since you were asked, you showed her around the palace and told her some stories of things that you had to take care of. Gossip was always something women in high society talked about, even the Queen herself.

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You shuffled around the place, bidding your goodbyes to everyone as you hopped into your ride home. It has been a long month... and it was time to go home. You wondered about your results; they'd be released in a couple of weeks. You stared out the window, falling asleep on your way home.

『••✎••』 Extra Info * ˚ ✦ ⇢ If you haven’t read the other parts, find them here!

A/N: Hey guys! It's been a while haha. I actually made it longer than I thought I would. Honestly I rushed the ending a bit bc I'm lAzY but eh whatever welp I'll see you next time and that's hopefully soon! Love y'all! <3333

#kenma kozume #kenma kozume x reader #lili kags #kenma x reader #haikyuu x reader

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metoo-desu · 5 years ago

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Sorry! Wrong Slayer! - 2/?

’I think you should reconsider that joke if he’s a hindrance to your missions. But then again, he managed to find the right receiver this time. An improvement in his performance?’

It’s been three days since Poya came back with a response, feeling extremely proud of her crow for getting his job done and right, earning himself a short break. Y/n had also received Shinobu’s crow, who provided very vague details about the stranger who has been sending Poya back to her with messages. Disappointed with the her friend’s details, she sent back Shinobu’s crow with a few curse words, quite bothered that the Insect Pillar refused to give her a name except, ‘Oh. That guy? He’s cool, I guess. He’s around our age. You’ve heard of him and seen him around.’

Y/n let out a groan just thinking about it, splashing at the water out of frustration. Leaving the banks of the gentle river she bathed in, she quickly collected her clothing that had been drying in the sun.

“Who could it be?”

She never really paid attention to her surroundings at the Butterfly Estate, usually keeping to herself and hanging around the people she knew and felt comfortable with unless others had business with her. It also didn’t help that she rarely visited the estate.

The demon slayer quickly dressed and went on her way towards a westernized-town for her newly assigned mission delivered by a different crow Oyakata gladly sent. Poya followed after, perching himself on her shoulder and happily eating the berries and seeds she’d hold up for him throughout the trip. By the time Y/n arrived, the sun had already set, bringing the town to life with lights, music, and fun— somewhere a demon would gladly lurk around for their next and easy prey.

“Fly, Poya.”

With the simple command, the crow left her shoulder and flew away to hide. Y/n didn’t receive any details about the demon, but all she knew was that they prefer young ladies. Bodies were found in unsuspecting places, meaning that the demon knew well of the area and is clever. Her katana would be a dead giveaway that she’s a slayer and the demon would try to avoid her at all cost unless if they were bold enough to confront her. So while she brushed and bumped past people in the crowd to be in the heart of the town, Y/n hid her sword out of plain sight under her haori before wrapping her patterned clothing.

Searching for a demon amongst a large crowd seemed rather difficult, especially in a setting similar to the Red Light District. Y/n thought of her friend who preferred these types of missions, claiming it perfect for his flamboyancy— surely he would have completed this mission in no time.

“Nothing I can’t handle though,” Y/n hummed, thinking of another way to lure the demon out. “If I can’t track it down, then I’ll give them the honor to track me down.”

It was a technique she learned from watching the Wind Pillar not too long ago when they were partnered up. She reached up to her head and removed the pin that held her hair together, removing the tiny blade from its scabbard before pricking her finger and applying the blood on her lips. It was way better than how Sanemi would do it, who’d run his blade across his wrist and spill more than necessary. And so she walked around with blood stained lips, spreading her scent through the crowd and hoped the demon would catch the scent of her rare blood.

It didn’t take awhile before she noticed a man following her while in a drunken state. She rounded to a corner and so did he, leading him into a less crowded area. He increased his speed and caught up to her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her flush against his body.

He reeked of alcohol. So he wasn’t the demon after all.

Y/n pushed the man away and glared at him in disgust, “Get your hands off me before I cu—“ she stopped mid-sentence when she felt a cold hand on her shoulder.

“Is this man bothering you?”

Her eyes stared at the hand, slowly trailing up to its owner. “He was,” she answered, staring into the new stranger’s blue eyes. “But I’ve got it under control.” She watched the drunk man scurry away from her peripheral vision, seeing the fear on his face.

“That man,” he spoke, nodding at the retreating figure. “He’s known to bother ladies. Somebody ought to put him in place and I was afraid it would have been me. Wouldn’t work out so well for him if that were the case.”

Y/n smiled, not at what he said but at her realization. She chuckled, “Either way, it wouldn’t have worked out well for him if you hadn’t interfered. Lucky man.” She stepped away from him to stand face to face with the man. “But thank you for that. I didn’t want to find myself in a fight on my first night here before I get to look around.”

“Oh, you’re not from here?” He looked down at her, licking at his lips. “Lucky you, I know this place like the back of my hand. Would you like a tour?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t mind someone showing me around. A good company is always welcome to me!”

The two walked around, walking from stall to stall as Y/n purchased a few things she planned on giving out to her Pillar friends once she comes back. Later throughout their time together, the man who introduced himself as Ito offered to show her to his favorite place.

“It’s a spot with the best view of the town. Do you want to check it out?”

Y/n pocketed her little souvenirs and agreed, “Yes! I’d like to see the lights.”

And the two went off to his secret spot, walking towards a dark ally. Y/n’s guard went up quickly went they reached the end of it. Ito smiled, gesturing to the ladder next to him.

“After you,” she told him, watching him climb the steps before following him. He offered his hand when she reached the roof of the building, but she ignored it and helped herself up, immediately running to the edge of the building with Ito right behind her.

Ito watched her, feeling himself already salivating over the scent of his rare prey— a marechi. He heard her gasp in awe at the view.

“Wow! This is beautiful, Ito!” Y/n exclaimed, opening her arms as she welcomed the cool breeze. She twirled around in excitement, letting out a laugh.

“I told you that you’d lo—“ He stopped when he felt an itch on his neck right before the world started to tilt. Ito looked to Y/n, who stood there with a sword in hand and the most blank expression he’s seen on her.

A demon slayer?

When did she pull out her sword?

Y/n looked back to the view, admiring it once more before she goes on to her next mission. “You’re quite lucky to have such a view during your final moment. Not many are lucky,” she said. “I did enjoy your company. Being a demon slayer can be quite lonely so thank you for that.”

When Ito completely dissipated, a black bird flew over to her. “You’re not Poya,” she mused. “Who could you be? Assigning me another mission already? I’ve yet to complete the next one.”

“I bring not an assignment but a message to Y/n!”

The slayer nodded curly for it to continue.

‘Did you really consider killing that crow of yours?’

And so he’s sending his crow over to her now? Y/n held out her arm for the crow to perch on, laughing as she gave it her response.

“Training took a toll on Poya, so he’s on temporary leave until he’s up and well-rested. Guess we’ll be using your crow as point of contact, wrong slayer. At least there’ll be no delays and crash-landings that really might just kill my poor crow. I heard you were also a busy man, are you that bored that you want to keep sending crows?”

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“I’m not bored.”

Giyu leaned back on the tree, his crow perched on a high branch, waiting for an instruction. The cicadas sang around him as he thought of a response, coming up with nothing after ten minutes besides getting irritated with himself. So he walked away without sending out a response.

The next day, Poya appeared beside his crow with a message.

’What? Are you embarrassed? Is that why you didn’t send yours? Poya’s lame and I get embarrassed, but I still send him over to you. And Shinobu refuses to tell me your name, so it kinda sucks you know mine. Who are you?’

Y/n did sound familiar, hearing her name being mentioned by the other Pillars during the meetings. In fact, she was mentioned again in today’s meeting by Tengen who asked about her absence. Curiosity got the best of him that he had to push a little bit of his pride away and ask someone about her and that someone was no other than Shinobu.

Of course, he regretted the moment she laughed at him.

“Y/n is our newest Pillar, promoted about two weeks ago while you were gone out for a mission. Today was supposed to be her first meeting actually. Pretty bummed out because of that,” Shinobu finally answered him. She pouted, “Honestly, I’m quite surprised that you don’t know her. She was always around the Butterfly Estate before she got promoted, usually with me and Mitsuri. Now, she’s mostly away, picking up mission after mission.”

Giyu nodded, “I see. That’s all I need.”

Shinobu grinned, “Why do you ask? Does Poya’s owner pique your interest?”

“Tengen mentioned her.”

“Really now?” Her purple eyes narrowed at him mischievously. He left her before she could interrogate and tease him further.

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Two crows flew over trees, cawing like there was no tomorrow while one lagged behind. Y/n sat behind a cart she managed to hitch a ride from, swinging her legs as she waited for the two crows to come down to her. The Pillar finished the series of her missions Oyakata assigned for her, finally on her way home to the Butterfly Estate for the first time in two weeks. Both birds swooped down and landed next to her.

’You’re a Pillar, how come you didn’t attend the meeting?’

“Oh right! There was a meeting,” Y/n gasped. “I’m sure Oyakata would understand. Well..”

^ ^ ^ ^ ^

Giyu crossed his arms in disbelief at the new Pillar’s excuse of her absence, who admitted she forgot about the meeting and unintentionally did a—

’No crow, no show.’

The Water Pillar was quite flabbergasted.

Poya and his crow cawed at each other as they waited for Giyu for his response, hopping along and following the man who casually walked through the estate’s garden. It was an unusual sight to the passersby, seeing the man who was usually disliked by animals of all kinds, to be accompanied by two crows.

And they seemed to be enjoying his presence.

“What in the hell?” Sanemi being one of them to witness such phenomenon grumbled to himself, annoyed by the racket the crows were making on such a peaceful day.

Kyoujurou approached the raven-haired man, curiously eyeing the crows for a quick second before he spoke to Giyu.

“Oyakata-sama requests for your presence.”

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Y/n scoffed, “How could this guy scold me through Poya? Who the hell does he think he is doing that after figuring I’m a Pillar? I’ve no message to relay, just shit on him, Poya.”

Poya loudly refused.

With a nasally voice, she mimicked what the man told her while walked to the direction opposite of the Butterfly Estate, being assigned on a last minute mission as soon as she was three towns away from home. “‘You need to be more responsible as a Pillar. If you can’t attend a single meeting and call it a no crow, no show, then you don’t deserve to be one.’”

“It’s not my fault. Whatever! Go, Poya! Shit on him!”

And once again, the bird refused.

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #tomioka giyuu #giyu #giyuu #tomioka giyuu x reader #giyuu x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader

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forlorned · 5 years ago

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finally i’m getting ‘round to barbie’s bio!! she’s a charming native that loves this town more than she hates it, but only by a small margin. she’s the secretary to the mayor, but her father was a disciple so she’s... neutral on the club. wolves, tho? gross. her mom is also a little infamous around town for partying too much, even into her fifties, sort of like lorelai from gilmore girls if she was chaotic and a former biker groupie. anyways, here’s her details:

content warnings: death, implied bipolar disorder

born october 20th, 1988 in charming, california. her mother, also named barbara goodwin, was new to the town when she met ty. she didn’t plan on staying long, accepting a temporary job to fill in as a substitute teacher that was on maternity leave, but it was love at first sight for the two of them. she didn’t know he was a biker until two weeks into their relationship, a fact that ty kept from her. she was only twenty three when she moved to charming, ty a bit older, but she decided to forgive him for lying. by that time, she was madly in love with him... or at least she thought so. the relationship didn’t last as long as her pregnancy. they were constantly on and off, fighting daily, and when barbie was born, barb decided ty would have nothing to do with his daughter. (that didn’t last very long.)

barbie grew up with her father wandering in and out of her life, sometimes living with her and her mom, sometimes not seeing him for months, depending on what was going on with the club at any particular time. it was mostly just her and her mother, and barb only being in her mid 20s when barbie was born, quickly felt like she was losing her youth. she would party regularly, leaving barbie with the elderly neighbor, usually at the clubhouse when she liked ty and la luna’s when she didn’t. for the most part, it was just barb and little barb (as she was known the devil’s disciples and most locals), and they grew up more like sisters than mother and daughter. her mother was her best friend, except when she wasn’t.

barbie was only thirteen when her father died, though it had been a good year since the last time she saw him, during a time when relations between the devil’s disciples and wicked wolves were especially violent. dying in a violent shootout, the president at the time told her that he died whispering barbie’s name, but she finds that hard to believe. of course she was devastated that her father had died, but it felt more like the death of an uncle or distant cousin than one half of the couple that brought her to life.

things were a little different after her father’s death. her mother was still a part-time party girl, relying on her daughter as her only confidant, but she got a little more paranoid. she wasn’t worried about the club, or the gang, so much, it was just the world in general. one moment, big barb was carefree, the next she was obsessively checking the windows were still locked. barbie never grew up with a very rosy view of the disciple’s, but it was confusing how her mother could go from loving them deeply to hating them even more over the course of a day. it wasn’t an easy time to live in charming, but barbie grew to fear everyone, not just gang violence.

it was only a few short years before she got to high school after her dad died, and barbie mostly kept to herself. she was embarrassed over her mother’s public antics, scared of being hurt, and was one of the few black girls in school; all a recipe for an introverted, shy teenager. though she had loose ties to the disciples through her father, she was a chronic good girl, and that carried throughout her college years. she saw what alcohol did to her mother, knew how her father died, she wanted to stay as far away from the seedy underbelly of charming as she possibly could.

not too far, though. she stayed at home during her college education, commuting to fresno for school. desperately she wanted to leave charming, but she feared what would happen to her mother if no one was around to rein her in. completing a bachelor’s degree in communications at fresno pacific university, a major she chose simply because it could lead to many different careers, she found herself unemployed back in her mother’s house after graduation.

barbie landed in the mayor’s office by accident—not literally, but she was searching job listings in the fresno/charming area and came across one for a file clerk at the charming mayor’s office. hired after one interview, she really only intended to be there until she found something better, but slowly she started getting promoted until she was finally in the actual office. working as the mayor’s secretary for the past five years, barbie is incredibly content with her job. for now, at least, she’s absolutely fine where she is. (secretly, she hopes to be the mayor one day. not now, but maybe one day.)

before she had a vaguely cordial relationship with the disciples, and disapproved of the wolves, but since working in the mayor’s office, she’s grown to heavily dislike both. she wants charming to be a nice place to live, but it wasn’t ever that nice to begin with, was it? as far as either crew or gang knows, she’s neutral.

has a very bubbly personality, but it’s mostly just a front. she feels like she can never be angry because her mother relied on her so much as a child and it’s carried over into adulthood. also has major trust issues because of her relationship with her parents, grew up thinking that anyone that was talking to her just wanted something from her. doesn’t have a lot of friends, or at least she doesn’t have a lot of close friends. mostly hangs out with coworkers or fellow i-don’t-want-to-talk-about-my-trauma-ever-so-let’s-talk-about-real-housewives-of-nyc people.

moved into her own apartment, but frequently goes to her mother’s house to check on her/have dinner. and by frequently i mean like six times a week. doesn’t drink more than a glass of wine if she is going to drink, so most people think she’s really boring (she kinda is lol, but we love her).

you either know her as barbie or little barb, never just barb (please call me barbie, barb is my mom’s name. yes she named me after herself.) or barbara. sometimes will answer to babs.

kiiiiind of judgmental, oops. doesn’t think crew or gang members are inherently bad people but it’s more like ooh no baby what is you doing.jpg sort of thing. distrusting but incredibly lonely, whomp whomp. a big fan of passive aggressive smiles. kinda... fake, but in like an innocent way.

wanted stuffs:

childhood friends: barbie grew up in charming, so if ur muse is a lifelong local, they probably know barbie! she’s very shy but super nice, kinda kept to herself growing up, but very ride-or-die until you do something she thinks is Wrong and Amoral.

a best friend: c’mon. this girl needs a bestie, a least one person for her to feel close to and share her real emotions with. except a lot of stopping by ur place of work to go out to lunch and random gifts because Gifts Are Her Love Language.

exes: though barbie is super like... not forthcoming with her emotions, she’s very bubbly and like come the fuck on, she’s a smoke show. i’m imagining someone that really liked her but found her forced cheery attitude annoying and she refused to meaningfully commit because she was scared of the feelings.

childhood enemy: someone that didn’t like barbie growing up, for any reason (except racism obviously lmao). they could’ve been a fellow club brat or maybe they just thought she was weak bc she was so quiet and shy when they were kids. who knows! i just like antagonistic relationships!

a roommate: she moved out of her mom’s house years ago and has a good government job but she still needs help to pay the rent!! ideally they could be really good friends or maybe they were strangers that have to learn to live together and they’re constantly getting annoyed with each other for like, leaving the bathroom fan on or something. i figure this connection would be with another woman, but it doesn’t have to be!

a surrogate little sister (or bro, or sibling): barbie grew up an only child, but she’s got lots of Big Sister Energy. i’m thinking this will be a connection for someone younger that’s in need of some sisterly guidance, or perhaps a fellow club brat that’s more integrated into the crew/grew up to join and barbie’s like i don’t approve of your choices but i’m here 4 u.

um honestly i could go on forever but i don’t want this to be super long, so message me on here or discord (wanda’s loving boy#1003) if you want to plot!! :)

#charming.intro #hold your horses honey. i've got coupons for the pringles. ( ooc. )#i only proofread this once bc i woke up from a nap but love barbie or perish :)

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poliwhirl42 · 5 years ago

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Kind of a life update...?

It’s kind of scary how far into the rabbit hole I’ve gone with My Hero Academia these past few weeks. Like, I rewatched Season 3, obviously I’m starting the 4th season, and I’ve been reading a shit ton of fanfiction. 😅

I dunno, I just love all the characters so much. They inspire me to work harder and be a better person. Kirishima inspires me to get stronger and be kind to everyone. I just joined a gym for the first time in a long time, and I can’t wait to start exercising properly (this time on a normal sleep schedule) and increasing my upper body strength. I gotta channel Kiri as much as I can, I guess! I don’t think I’ll develop his rock-hard abs anytime soon (or like, ever lol), but it doesn’t hurt to try!

Pokemon’s fallen a little to the wayside. 😅I was SO good with watching SuMo and then these past few weeks it’s been on-and-off (haven’t even seen the last two weeks’ episodes), but eh...it’s hard being so temporarily wrapped up in something else. Honestly I’m just kinda waiting for all the hype to die down between the end of SuMo and beginning of the new generation. Pokemon hype honestly stresses me out. I guess it has to do with pressure to react to everything immediately, which isn’t really my speed (especially for the games). I mean I’m excited for them, and I’m glad I made the right choice in choosing the “underdog” Shield, because Galarian Ponyta is absolutely adorable and so pretty! But eh...yeah.

Aside from quietly fandoming, and nonstop doctors’ appointments, I’ve been trying to keep as busy as I can, and it’s been fun and relaxing! I got to see @uravityesque last week for the first time in 3 years and she’s as amazing as ever, and I also got to see group of friends from college last Saturday for brunch in the city and karaoke afterwards. Initially I was nervous because they all live very close by and hang out more frequently than I see them (which is maybe once or twice a year), but the second I saw everyone, their faces lit up and I received waves and hugs and it was like no time has passed at all. ;; They even invited me to a Halloween party in a few weeks which I’m excited about. I definitely want to continue pushing myself to be social and more confident.

The anxiety and “numb” episodes coming off from the night shift and also not having a job still come in waves, and there are some days I get really confused about what the fuck I’m gonna do with my life next. I can’t decide if I want to continue the video editing route or just do it as a side gig/for fun. I’m toying with the idea of going to grad school- possibly to get a Master’s in either counseling or education- and we’re going to check out an open house tomorrow night, so we’ll see how that goes. I miss the school environment (or at least small warm tight-knit communities in general), and ultimately right now, the city life isn’t for me. I want to do something rewarding with my life, and help other people, and working in the news was not making me happy or fulfilling that desire. I honestly hate what the news has become, with all networks constantly competing and prioritizing ratings and “who can slam Trump more” over actual cold hard facts and good stories that need to be told! So yeah, for now I think it’s time to go another route. I just hope in the meantime I can find a temporary office position or something similar to at least get out of the house each day and make some money since my bank account is starting to dwindle...

Anyway uh this got really long but I kinda wanted to write down my thoughts and summarize what the last three weeks have been like since I quit my job and came home. I’m really trying to live in the present and take everything day by day, even if not every day is easy. Luckily my parents have been very supportive, and it’s been so good getting to chat and stream with my Crew more often. They’re so wonderful and I’m so grateful we have each other as a strong support system too. ;;

If you’ve read this far, thanks for indulging in my incessant rambling! I’ve been spending more time here lately and it’s been pretty great with how peaceful it is now. 😉💙🌀

#holy shit this got way longer than it needed to be haha #it was supposed to be MHA-related and then delved into real life lol #Poli's Whirld

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atopearth · 5 years ago

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Shall we Date? Wizardess Heart Part 23 - Alfonse Goldstein Route

Well, it’s Alfonse’s route and we haven’t even seen him yet, but the heroine is investigating some disease that turns people into monsters…and nope, those are zombies!! I hate zombies!!😥😫😫 Nice to see Alfonse come to her rescue out of nowhere haha. Ahh, he came to save these sick people, glad he had a potion that could return them all to normal😥 It was very kind of Alfonse to offer her his shoulder if she ever felt sad from thinking about her parents again☺️ Not sure why Alfonse doesn’t reveal who he actually is and why he’s on bad terms with Klaus, but I wonder if he’ll be at that big party? Since Klaus is in some media trouble with some girl, he asked the heroine to be his pretend girlfriend at the party and for a while so that he can get these girls off of him, and it does sound like a great deal to get to be Klaus’ girlfriend even if it’s only for a bit! Hahaha, I wonder how Alfonse will react though? Goldstein love triangle for a poor girl sounds like a great headline~

Oh wow, Alfonse runs a free clinic as a doctor in somewhere that’s like the slums part of town? That’s so admirable. Nice that the heroine wants to help him. I wonder if Alfonse pushes others away and doesn’t want them to sacrifice themselves for him because he sacrificed his family to do all this or something? Lmao when a reporter was following the heroine (since Klaus publicly announced at the party that the heroine was his girlfriend) at the academy and Caesar comes to the rescue in his pig form attacking the reporter hahahah. Omggg when she tripped and fell on top of him, and then Alfonse asked if they could stay like that a bit longer because he thinks that having her close makes him feel calm hahaha. It’s nice that they’re bonding nicely, but I wonder why he thinks he doesn’t deserve to be loved?

Alfonse wanted to protect the heroine from reporters and told them the bigger scoop that is, he’s actually a Goldstein. Tbh, I can’t see why the heroine has such strong feelings for Alfonse. They hung out a bit and chatted and ate stuff together etc, but I feel like it’s all on the assumption that they’ve been good friends for the past two years already and this is just the extra topping on the cake that made her realise she likes him, which is awkward because I don’t see why they’re into each other. I also found it unnecessary for Klaus to show that he might like her and that’s why he wants to stop her for drama, since Alfonse will apparently “hurt” her. But I guess maybe they’ll go more into that when they talk about Elaine? Heroine is just happy to help Alfonse. I can’t say whether Alfonse was right or wrong when he decided to discard his family to travel around and help people as a doctor and do research on these diseases etc, since it’s definitely admirable of him to do that, and I’m sure he must have saved a lot of people’s lives for the better. However, at the same time, because of that, he discarded his brothers to face the family and support it themselves and all this in his stead. Well, technically Klaus had to become the responsible one since he’s the second oldest. I guess the good thing is that Klaus does live up to the expectations of the Goldstein family so he doesn’t suffer as much as those who can’t live up to their families, but I’m sure it’s stressful and tiring all the same even though he doesn’t show it, and even though I’m sure he’s proud of his family as well. And I guess, even if Klaus doesn’t mind this life as the “eldest”, it doesn’t change the fact that Alfonse abandoned them and their family, albeit for a good reason, since he’s still following his beliefs and dreams to cure people even to this day.

Loll when they went to the underground graveyard place and Zeus kept scaring the heroine. The scariest thing was when zombies came out and Elias was one of them! Well, he’s technically not dead but still.. Thankfully Alfonse saved him in time, it seems like Elias really misses Alfonse though. I don’t blame Klaus for being so harsh towards Alfonse, especially since Klaus probably knows that Elias wouldn’t be mad at Alfonse no matter how much he has suffered all these years. Honestly, I find it hard to acknowledge that Elaine is happy now just because she’s married to another Baron. And the heroine thinking that she understands Elaine’s feelings just because they’re both “women”. I think I’d find better closure to it if she actually got to talk to Elaine, since regardless, the fact was that Elaine and Alfonse were going to get married in 3 months before he left for his journey and didn’t come back for like years. She’s probably happy that in the end, he chose what he really wanted to do but I’m sure she was at least a bit sad!

I can see why Klaus would reject the heroine’s plea for help. The core is supposed to be used to eradicate all if not most diseases and she wants to use it to save a minimal amount of people in the academy. Also, Alfonse never said that this will eliminate the Black Robe Plague, so in the end, this is just a band-aid solution. Andddd yet Alfonse and the heroine are going to steal the core that took Klaus and them years upon years to cultivate that amount of magic for their cause. Okay…. I’m not sure if the heroine really recognises the consequences she thinks she can take. Does she realise that if this supposed core can cure so many diseases that in essence, if other people know about it, then there would be crying families and people who could have been saved that would blame her for prioritising these few over like the whole world? Aaaand I find it difficult to comprehend why Glenn and Vincent would let them go through so easily just because they think that it’s easier to comprehend saving people in the academy against the world because they “know” the people in the academy. Honestly, considering their jobs, I thought they would be more logical and quite frankly, I’m disappointed. Obviously everything will work out in the end, but still, just seeing them go along with this with no regards to the consequences kills me. The repercussions don’t only include the people that could have been saved within these decades that diseases could be cured (assuming that what Klaus says is true about it), they’re practically going against the government and what if they have deals with others about this? I’m probably just overthinking (like I usually am) and I can understand that they want to save their friends, but I still stand by what I think, curing them doesn’t eradicate the Black Robe Plague, so unless they can cure the root of it, they’re sacrificing future lives that can be saved for temporary relief.

SO not surprised that Hugo popped up just to steal the Elixir Seed. Like as if he was nice enough to give them a map to get it lol. Aaand I am disappointed in this “eradication of disease” plan Klaus was planning to do, I knew it was probably too good to be true but it was still disappointing lol. Well, now no one benefits since they lost the seed~ and lol, just because Alfonse thinks Elias doesn’t like him doesn’t mean he wouldn’t come to give his magical power to save the people in the academy, like umm Elias is like the softest guy ever, he wouldn’t do that even if he really didn’t like Alfonse. I’m uh kinda surprised they so conveniently had a spare Elixir Seed because they made one just in case something happened to the first, it kinda detracts from the idea that this thing is super hard to make etc. Also makes me wonder why everyone can’t tell the teachers to tell the government and pressure them into doing something about this disease killing people in a renowned academy with a lot of students that probably come from well off families as well. Then maybe the first seed wouldn’t have ended up like that. Sigh. I don’t want to be picky but I just think there were a lot of options they could have explored first before doing what they did, and of course since it’s a story everything works out in their favour (e.g. those Mikhail cells that Klaus wanted to make with the seed was already made by Alfonse before blah blah), but I feel like if everything really did weigh on curing all diseases etc, then I feel like the heroine and Alfonse were very rash and irresponsible. Klaus wasn’t the only one they could talk to in convincing that they need the seed. Oh well, I’m probably just nitpicky lol, but you can probably tell I don’t like this route at all and find no endearing romance between the two because I feel like the heroine just makes the silly and rash decisions for Alfonse because he can’t make them, and he feels happy that she would do so.

Okay yay, they finally decided to tell the media about how to cure the disease and now they’re practically done curing everyone. Nice that Klaus acknowledged Alfonse again and they all happily go their merry way again lol, except the heroine plans to follow Alfonse from now on~ Anyway, I’m glad it ended lol. I honestly didn’t like the route and thought it was boring and I don’t think it resonated with me. Alfonse’s story was pretty much what you would think it is from what you get in the beginning of the story. He left the family to find cures for diseases and so Klaus is mad and Alfonse himself doesn’t think he has the right to face them. I guess one of the problems I have with it is that Alfonse is always afraid to face his brothers, but he doesn’t regret what he’s done. He feels bad and he feels that what he did was wrong to them and he would probably still do it if he had the choice again, which is perfectly fine, but I guess I was annoyed that he never really did anything about it? Nor do I feel like he ever changed as a person? It felt like, the whole route was just the heroine doing what he felt he couldn’t do and him appreciating that and reaping from her efforts lol. I guess I just feel that he never really stood up for what he did properly to his brothers and showed them how passionate he was about his choice. Everything was shown through the heroine or the existence of those cells, so I always felt that his personality and character was lacking? It never really felt like as a reader that I ever felt close to him. So yeah, not a fan, didn’t help that I did kinda have high expectations of this route too haha, oh well~

#wizardess heart

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spacerangersam · 5 years ago

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did a big ol edit of episode 1 of bsotd and i’m a lot happier with it now

SMITH: Is this thing working?

He has a Welsh accent and his voice is rough and quiet. It is still a nice sounding voice, however. His words are followed by a noncommittal murmur, belonging to a different voice.

IMELDA: I didn't take IT, I don't have a fucking clue

Her voice is smooth and naturally a little louder than the boy's, but not to the point where it’s harsh. She has an accent, Irish, but it’s very faint.

SMITH: I mean, a light is on, so tha’s good, right?

IMELDA: If I say yes, can we move on?

SMITH: Uh, sure

IMELDA: Then yes

SMITH: Alrighty then... well, there's a very big chance this didn' work, but I'm just gonna act like it definitely did. So, uh, hello... world. My name is Smith Waterston, and I, uh, am the temporary host of the Clearwater Boarding School radio show

UNKNOWN GIRL: I'm Imelda Abayan. Student council president. I'm here to make sure he doesn't kill himself

Smith laughs sharply then clears his throat.

SMITH: Um, so someone messed with the... thingies and... did something? I don' know, I kinda blanked out three minutes in

IMELDA: Don’t get hung up about it, I don’t think he honestly knew what he was saying either

SMITH: No, I-I’m sure he did

IMELDA: Considering he said the word ‘doohicky’ at least three times, I would argue not

SMITH: …Maybe tha’s a technical term?

IMELDA: Smith, don’t make me call you an idiot. I don’t like calling injured people idiots, it seems rude

SMITH: Fine. Anyway, the point is, people outside of Clearwater should now be able to hear us. Outside of the school that is, no idea about outside of town.

IMELDA: I’d assume not

SMITH: Regardless, uh, hello to everyone who’s listening. So, my job here is to keep you up to date on the schedule, the menu, rules and so on

IMELDA: Dead?

SMITH: Oh, yes. And to keep you updated on the list of dead and injured, obviously

IMELDA: Moment of silence?

SMITH: Huh? Oh! Yes, uh, let us have a moment of silence for the prior host of this station, Annabelle Bloom. Rest in peace, Miss Bloom

There are 30 seconds of silence.

SMITH: Thank you. I heard it was quick at least

IMELDA: Messy though. Jumped off the roof

SMITH: Really? I heard she was pushed

IMELDA: I also heard that a disembodied encouraged her to do it. Who knows?

SMITH: No one, I assume. You know, since she’s dead and all. Can’ really ask her now, can we?

IMELDA: Well, we could. We just wouldn’t get a reply, which would make it all pretty pointless

SMITH: I think they burnt her, so I don’ think there’d be anything to ask anyway. I mean, you could ask her room, but tha’ jus’ seems a little silly

IMELDA: It does a bit

SMITH: Anyway, uh, I don' know how fast news travels out there, so jus' in case: all teachers of Clearwater are currently out of action. 40 out of 50 are dead, 10 are injured, 4 with a chance of full recovery, 6 are already having their funerals planned. With students, 120 of 478 are dead, 65 injured and thirteen missing.

IMELDA: We don’t have time to read out the names right now, but we will during the after-lunch show

SMITH: We’ve only lost thirty in the last month, however, which is honestly a pretty good number

IMELDA: You're making it sound like it's good that they're dead

SMITH: I, uh, meant in the sense that I expected the number to be much higher! Sorry, sorry

IMELDA: Chill, I got ya, man

SMITH: Alright, sorry, sorry. Um... it's been a surprisingly quiet week here at Clearwater. No deaths, only a number of minor injuries, and we even managed to contact our fellow boarding school, Bridgewater!

Imelda claps slowly.

SMITH: The building is basically in ruins now, so we're making plans to move them an’ their supplies over here in the next week, which is nice. Always good to have allies, even if we did egg their school tha’ one Halloween...

IMELDA: Water under the bridge

SMITH: Well, I hope it is anyway. Or else this may all be an elaborate plan to murder us all, and I think we can all agree tha’ tha’ would be a bit inconvenient

IMELDA: Bit of an understatement, but okay

SMITH: Regardless, good news all around mostly. You know, apart from the mysterious symbols and messages appearing outside of the school…

IMELDA: Don’t think about it. And if you can’t not think about it, drink-

SMITH: Water

IMELDA: Don’t be a pussy, students. Get wasted

SMITH: Imelda, we’ve only been here one day, I swear if you get us reported- actually… never mind, carry on

IMELDA: Nice try, man. Finish the announcements

SMITH: Dammit. Right, so we have an update from the chemistry club, which is lovely. Honestly was beginning to wonder if they were all dead, so it’s good to know tha’ they’re not

IMELDA: You lot really need to get out more

SMITH: I- yeah. You do. Well, not out out, but outside of tha’ room at least. If you went outside you lot would be fucked

Smith lets out a sharp laugh. Then coughs.

SMITH: Um. No offence

IMELDA: I’m sure they didn’t take any. And even if they did, the fuck they gonna do? They’re all skinny nerds

SMITH: Dorian’s part of the chemistry club, and he’s built like a goddamn shithouse

IMELDA: He’s an outlier. I shouldn’t have to account for rogue rugby-playing science nerds

SMITH: You know he’s absolutely not an outlier

IMELDA: Hey, let my schemata alone you bitch, stop trying to make me acknowledge differences

SMITH: Alttight, calm down, I’ll leave your… schisms alone

IMELDA: That’s absolutely not what I said

SMITH: Anyway, the chemistry club finally figured out how to make some Malakoff cocktails. Also managed to get their hands on some RDX! Took some time, but hopefully but tomorrow we'll have some brand-new weapons on hand, how exciting!

IMELDA: And necessary since while there are plenty of corrosive acids on offer here, most are slow acting

SMITH: Not to mention we haven't figured out a more effective way of using them past just... throwing the jars at them... which doesn't always work... it’s happening okay, I promise

IMELDA: Slowly

SMITH: Better than nothing. Helps we found the secret stash of Mr. Fishmonger's alcohol. Who knew he was a massive alcoholic?

IMELDA: Everybody

SMITH: Oh

IMELDA: Also, ‘massive alcoholic’? What does that mean? Would it even be possible to be a small alcoholic?

SMITH: Yes, and it's called 'I only drink on the weekend every weekend and sometimes during Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Friday to get through the week until the weekend'

IMELDA: …Aight

Loud, blaring sirens go off.

IMELDA: ...Shit.

SMITH: Gotta go

...

SMITH: False alarm. Mary James was jus’ sleeping walking, again.

IMELDA: Well, at least she won't be doing that again anytime soon

SMITH: Ah, yes... well they expect she'll, uh, make a full recovery in a few weeks

IMELDA: If you’re passing by, maybe consider dropping in an’ saying hi. Especially if you’re the one who threw that bicycle at her. I mean, what the fuck man, where did you even get that thing? And how did you have the upper body strength to lob it across the hallway?

SMITH: Well, they do say fear gives you an adrenaline rush

IMELDA: Do they?

SMITH: …I don’ know, I’m not a science guy. Anyway, someone kindly gave up some of their hair dye, so if you see what you think looks like an infected with neon pink hair, maybe jus’ wait a second?

IMELDA: Don't immediately throw a fucking bike at her, is what he means...

SMITH: Or anything? Preferably

IMELDA: If you really must throw something, go for something that's not too hard, and please, only throw one thing before scouting out. We're running out of bandages

SMITH: And people

IMELDA: And now we’re all out of bikes

SMITH: And with the nurse still healing from his broken arm...right, jus’... think first, throw second? Maybe?

There's the sound of a door opening. Someone walks in, then walks back out. Smith and Imelda begin to talk quietly between themselves.

SMITH: Are they fuckin' serious?

IMELDA: No one's drawn dicks on it, so I assume so

SMITH: Bit late, ain' it?

IMELDA: Might explain on the back

SMITH: ...Ah... right

IMELDA: How bad is it?

SMITH: Check for yourself

There's the sound of papers rustling.

IMELDA: Damn

SMITH: Yeah

Smith coughs.

SMITH: Righ', righ', sorry to cut this ... show? Is it a show?

IMELDA: No idea

SMITH: Fair enough. Anyway, as I was saying, sorry for cutting... this short today, they've changed up the schedule a bit

IMELDA: We’ll be back after lunch though. Or, we should be, at least

SMITH: Um, to play us out is Mary James' song, Fuck Apples

IMELDA: I know many of you are startin' to get physically sick when you hear this song with how often it's been played, but hey, the poor girl's in hospital, I think she deserves this.

SMITH: And she did say she will be collaborating with the orchestra when she's recovered to finally bring youse some different songs. Anyway, my name is Smith, and goodbye for the evening

IMELDA: It's still morning

SMITH: Whatever. You gonna to say goodbye?

IMELDA: Yeah. Goodbye

SMITH: Exnihilo nihil fit

IMELDA: ...Habang may buhay, may pag-asa. Goodbye

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murasaki-murasame · 5 years ago

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Thoughts on Fruits Basket 2019 Episode 19: “I’m So Sorry!”

You know, considering how apprehensive I was going into this episode since I knew what it was going to cover, I gotta give them credit for how by the end of it I actually really liked the little things they did to flesh out this part of the story, even if they only had so much time to work with.

I think this is gonna be a divisive episode for a lot of reasons, including the fact that some manga fans might not like that they toned down the comedy [relatively speaking] and fleshed out the character interactions more, but one way or another I think they did a nice job with it.

Anyway, thoughts under the cut [and spoiler warning for the whole manga]

I didn’t expect this episode to give me a whole lot to talk about [in terms of positive stuff, at least] since Ritsu’s intro arc was always kinda short and simple, but they actually made a fair amount of edits to how the whole episode played out. It’s still the same length and covers the same basic plot beats, but with a different sort of execution compared to the manga.

Specifically this adapts chapters 44 and 45 of the manga, though technically Ritsu first appears at the very end of chapter 43. And there was a fair amount of stuff that was cut or replaced in this episode, mainly the couple of scenes with Yuki and Haru that were there to follow up on what happened in chapter 43. Since that hasn’t happened yet in the anime, obviously it had to be cut. I think we’ll be seeing that whole part of the story happen near the start of season 2 at this point, since they definitely don’t seem to be planning to introduce Rin in this season. So in that sense at least this episode played out similarly to how it did in the 2001 anime [where Ritsu’s intro was in episode 23]. But there was also a lot of stuff changed outside of that, which made this more of an entirely unique version of this part of the story.

Basically most of it boils down to how they edited the whole flow of events to give Mitsuru [and her interactions with Ritsu] way more screen-time and focus, which I think was exactly what this episode needed. In the manga their interaction in this whole part is literally just contained to one page worth of dialogue at the very end, and it only vaguely sets up the idea that they might have stuff in common. And for the record, at least in the manga, that’s also basically the only time they ever interact in the story to begin with. After this I don’t think we ever see them again at all outside of one bonus comic page that, at least in the collector’s edition, is compiled at the back of the final volume along with some other bonus material. Both Mitsuru and Ritsu kinda vanish from the manga after this point, and then right near the end we suddenly get told that they’re dating and it’s all just kinda weird and unexpected.

Maybe it’s just the writer in me who likes nerding out about this kinda stuff, but I thought it was really neat how elegantly they managed to incorporate Mitsuru into how almost all of this episode, and how they used some of the scenes from the manga that they cut as inspiration for the more original scenes here. Like how the scene with Ritsu freaking out about cereal and spilling milk everywhere got replaced with him spilling coffee on Shigure’s manuscript. I also liked how instead of having a scene near the end with Tohru and Ritsu talking in private, we got to see Ritsu and Mitsuru talking about the same sorta stuff.

The other really big change, which lead to how they could more or less cut out that one scene between Tohru and Ritsu, was how they heavily fleshed out the scene with Ritsu about to jump off Shigure’s roof by basically inserting his whole talk with Tohru into it, which I think worked surprisingly well. Some manga fans might dislike how it made the scene less comedy-focused, but I think it worked well. I did think it was kinda unintentionally funny how it reminded me that Tohru keeps finding new and exciting ways to fall off, or nearly fall off, dangerously high places, lmao.

I’ve seen some people say that it felt too over the top and melodramatic in a way that made Tohru feel too much like an unrealistically perfect therapist, but honestly that’s just kinda how this part of the story always felt. Tohru’s whole conversation with Ritsu about the meaning of life and whatnot always felt like the part where Tohru’s place in the story felt the most forced. But with the amount of characters the premise of this series demands introducing, it’s commendable that most of the parts where Tohru basically serves as the Soma family therapist don’t feel this way.

It probably doesn’t help that the reboot shuffled this around in the timeline so that it’s right in the middle of two other arcs about Tohru meeting a new Soma family member. This episode coming immediately after one as good as Kisa’s episode really set it up for failure in a lot of ways, lol. But ultimately I think it was a good idea to move this where they did. It makes sense that they’re trying to rearrange things so that all of the zodiac members except for Kureno and Rin get introduced before the end of season 1, and this is the best place in the season to put this episode. I think it at least works a lot better here than it did in the 2001 anime where it happened literally right before the Kyo arc, right near the end of the season, which was just a really awkward place to put it all around.

In terms of other stuff that got changed/removed from the manga, they cut out a whole bit with Hatori getting called over to bandage Tohru’s hand after Ritsu broke a cup and she ended up getting cut, though honestly I’d kinda forgotten about that whole scene so I didn’t even notice it was gone. And along those same lines, I guess they also cut out the minor detail of Ritsu spraining his ankle on the roof and it having to also get treated by Hatori, since they had Tohru have a much more dramatic fall on the roof instead.

Like I said, basically every single scene with Mitsuru was anime-original since in the manga she only really appeared in that final scene, and even that got fleshed out a fair bit in this episode, so that we actually got to see them becoming friends, and they both had the same sorta monologue to tie everything together. Which did a way better job than the manga ever did at setting up their relationship, lol. It’s still kinda forced, but it’s not the gaping void of nothingness that it was originally.

Another thing they changed, which I didn’t even notice until I checked the manga again afterward, was that Ritsu was wearing his kimono throughout this entire episode, whereas in the manga he switches to wearing a more masculine outfit immediately after Tohru finds out that he’s a guy. It honestly felt so natural to have him just keep wearing the same outfit the whole way through that I didn’t think anything of it.

Which finally gets us to the elephant in the room, the hornet’s nest, the can of worms, the grand king of controversy, that is Ritsu’s crossdressing.

I definitely think it felt a lot better in this version of events specifically because they at least let him still wear his kimono and his feminine hairstyle even after the ““““gender reveal twist”“““ without it being some sorta issue, but ultimately the way it’s handled still feels notably dated, and I definitely think there’s gonna be a lot of entirely new fans who immediately view him as being heavily trans-coded. Since he really is.

I feel like this should be fairly self-explanatory, but just to be completely clear, this isn’t a matter of “wearing feminine clothing must mean you’re a girl”. This is more specifically about how Ritsu’s crossdressing is framed completely differently to how characters like Momiji and Ayame crossdress. They just do it explicitly because they’re carefree and self-confident and don’t care what people think about them, and it’s not a particularly major or defining part of who they are as a character. But with Ritsu, it ultimately ends up being one of his defining points as a character if only because this is basically all we ever see of him, and the story goes to pretty great lengths to detail how his motivations for cross-dressing come from an entirely different sort of place. Instead of him doing it because he’s naturally confident enough to not care about societal judgment, he does it because it’s the only thing that *makes him* feel confident in himself at all. It’s shown as being pretty much the one and only thing that alleviates his crippling self-hatred. In particular I think the flashback to him trying on one of Kagura’s dresses as a child and having a moment of realization and euphoria really feels like a distinctly Trans Experience [tm] kinda thing. Not to mention the other flashbacks to how he felt ashamed of himself because his parents were constantly apologizing to other people because of how he is, which comes across even more strongly as being specifically tied to his gender expression since at least in the anime, he’s also wearing a dress in that flashback.

It’s also worth noting that in the manga they placed a fair bit of emphasis, especially in his big talk with Tohru, about how he basically ‘wants to pull himself together and stop needing to dress like a woman’, as if it’s some sort of emotional crutch he needs to move on from, and it seems like that basically got cut out. Which is for the better, I’d say. I’ve said before in relation to Momiji that I also disliked there how [in the long run] his own crossdressing is treated as something temporary that he’ll inevitably move on from, and it stuck out even more in the manga when we also got this whole part later which even more explicitly framed cross-dressing as a ‘phase’ that someone needed to move on from. I guess in a lot of ways it really says a lot about the subtly yet meaningfully different way Ritsu’s framed in the reboot, that he just continues wearing his kimono throughout the whole episode and nobody really talks about it after Tohru finds out he’s a guy. I much prefer this more neutral framing of ‘this is just how he dresses and that’s cool’ more than ‘this is something he needs to stop doing in order to grow up’.

It all still feels a little bit outdated even in this version of the story, but I think it would have been even more noticeably outdated and uncomfortable if they had kept all of that stuff from the manga too. So I’m glad they cut it out. They did technically add an original bit near the end with Mitsuru realizing that Ritsu isn’t actually a woman, but I think that was handled perfectly well. Her reaction was basically just ‘oh I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made assumptions like that’, and him freaking out about it was basically just treated as him getting unnecessarily apologetic for something that isn’t a problem at all. Interestingly enough, I think that little scene between them was at least vaguely inspired by that aforementioned bonus comic page about them.

It’s obvious that it’s not like the reboot’s gonna retcon it so that he’s trans now, but I much prefer this take on his crossdressing compared to the manga.

I’m kinda curious to see if they’re going to do more with him as a character after this in the reboot, since Takaya’s said before that his lack of screen-time and importance is one of her big regrets. Though it’s honestly kinda hard to think of where they could even fit him in, aside from maybe the summer vacation arc. Ultimately he kinda suffers from not really being connected to any of the other zodiac characters, which makes him the odd one out who’s difficult to insert into scenes. I think they could probably at least do something with his apparent friendship with Kagura, though, since that never really got elaborated on in the manga.

I’ve always wondered if him getting sidelined after his intro arc in the manga had anything to do with the fact that his arc was the exact point where Takaya’s hand injury caused the series to go on hiatus. It’s not like we’ll ever know one way or another, but I wonder if the fact that his introduction happened to coincide with such a stressful and draining part of her life made her want to basically ignore him as a character afterward to try and forget about all of that. But who knows.

I do have a feeling that the fact that they edited and fleshed out this episode a fair bit compared to the manga might be because Takaya wasn’t happy with what she did with this arc originally, which probably had a lot to do with her hand issues. It might have lead to her not being able to put as much care and thought into this arc in the manga as she would have liked, so she might have even given the anime staff some pointers on how she wanted it to be improved.

Anyway, that’s a lot more than I expected to say about this episode, lmao. All in all I liked it way more than I expected, and I hope they can find some sorta way to give Ritsu more screen-time than he got in the manga.

And as we basically all knew would happen, it looks like next week’s episode will be Hiro’s introduction. I’m kinda curious to see how that goes, since Hiro’s the sorta character who I think is well written for who he’s meant to be, but it doesn’t stop me from kinda hating him as a person, lmao. At least to the extent that you can hate a preteen kid for being annoying and bratty.

#murasaki rambles #fruits basket #I didn't expect to end up feeling so positively about the Ritsu episode of all things but here we are lol

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prepare4trouble · 6 years ago

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Star Wars Rebels fanfic - Hiding Places (2/2)

Little By Little AU

Part 1

It turned out Hobbie had been right; lunch was well and truly over. Only a few stragglers remained, sitting in small groups or alone, talking quietly over empty bowls. Most of the room had been cleaned up after the meal, the tables wiped down and chairs neatly tucked away underneath. The sharp scent of cleaning fluid assaulted Ezra’s nose; it almost obliterated the spicy smell of the soup that had permeated the air outside the building.

Commissary food was kept at the front of the room for people to take what they wanted. Today, the table was disappointingly empty; a single, large pot placed on top of a heating element. Next to it was a small pile of unused bowls, assorted spoons, forks and other eating implements from various worlds, and an empty tray that had probably, at the beginning of lunchtime, contained some kind of bread.

Ezra made his way over and peered a little apprehensively into the pot. Some soup was left. Not much, but enough. He grabbed a bowl and a spoon, and carefully ladled in a portion. It looked thick and filling, and it was still hot enough to warm his hands through the bowl.

He turned to face the room, a large; featureless space filled with tables and chairs. That was when he noticed that sitting alone at a table in the corner, her back to the door, was Hera.

Ezra hesitated. She wasn’t supposed to be here. He had given up on finding her for the day, resigned himself to the idea that he would have to leave it until the next day, or at the very least that evening. He had been relieved to be putting it off; a fact that he hadn’t realized until that moment.

He squinted, trying to improve the image before his eyes. Maybe he was wrong, maybe his faulty vision was playing tricks on him and it wasn’t Hera at all. But it was. Even if his eyes had been misleading him, he could sense her presence now. His skills didn’t yet extend to using the Force to find somebody, but she was familiar enough to him that he could recognize her Force signature when she was right in front of him.

He had two options: talk to her and get it done with, or sit and eat his soup then sneak out without her noticing. Option two felt easier right now. He did want to talk to her, but he was hungry, and he had just come here to eat his lunch. He could talk to her anytime.

He made his way to the nearest table, well out of her line of sight, and pulled the chair out as quietly as he could, to avoid attracting attention. He sat down, carefully tasted his soup, then hungrily gulped down a couple of spoonfuls.

As he ate, he couldn’t help but glance in Hera’s direction. She still had her back to him. It would be easy to finish his meal and slink away unnoticed, but guilt gnawed at him as he contemplated it. He needed to speak to her, and if he did it now, at least it would be over with. He wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. He didn’t want to spend another day wandering around the base searching for her. Especially not if he was going to chicken out at the last minute like he had done just now.

He needed something to do. He needed to feel useful again.

He needed to do this, before he changed his mind and spent another couple of weeks doing nothing. He took a deep breath and stood decisively, before he could change his mind. Taking his bowl with him, he walked, hesitantly at first, then more purposefully, in her direction. He stopped at Hera’s side and cleared his throat. “Hey Hera. Got a minute?”

Hera flinched in surprise at the unexpected intrusion. She recovered quickly, but couldn’t completely cover the reaction, and Ezra felt a stab of sympathy. He knew exactly what it was like to have people popping up from outside of his field of vision, and it could be nerve-wracking.

He winced. “Sorry.”

Hera straightened the pile of flimsi that she had knocked with her hand when she jumped, and turned and shook her head dismissively. “That’s okay,” she said. “My own fault, I was lost in mission reports.”

She wasn’t eating. She didn’t even have a used bowl or a cup to indicate that she had been eating. Instead, her datapad lay on the table in front of her, with the small stack of printed flimsi to her left; she seemed to be using the table as some kind of impromptu office.

Ezra walked around to the other side of the table, where she could see him without having to turn her head. “I’d been wondering whether anyone else had places they go to hide,” he said. This was a good one. Not for him, he preferred his hiding places more… hidden, but for Hera it was perfect. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of it earlier.

“I’m not hiding,” Hera told him. “People don’t tend to come in here outside of mealtimes, it’s a nice quiet place to work.”

Ezra grinned to himself. ‘Quiet place to work’, exactly as he had told Hobbie. He had been right. “Well, it works as a hiding place,” he said. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to find you?”

Hera tensed again. “Has someone been looking for me?” she asked. “Has something happened?” She reached for her comms device and checked its status. The worry drained from her face when she found it switched on and functional.

“No, nothing like that. Just me,” Ezra assured her. “I, uh…” He put his bowl down on the table, pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her. He began to stir the edge of his soup slowly.

“What is it?” Hera asked him. Ezra dragged his gaze upward to find her watching him with obvious but misplaced concern. She thought something was wrong.

“It’s nothing like that. I’m fine,” he promised her. It didn’t appear to reassure her.

A sudden increase in volume from the other side of the room reminded him that they weren’t alone, and he glanced around to make sure nobody was interested in them. Nobody was even glancing their way. He lowered his voice to avoid being overheard anyway. “Honestly, Hera, I’m okay. I just wanted to talk to you about…” He hesitated, not sure how to say what he wanted.

Hera waited. She didn’t try to hurry him, or to guess what he might be trying to say. She was still worried about him, he could sense it through the Force.

“It’s nothing important,” he promised her. “It’s just, I know I can’t go on missions right now, I don’t like it, but I get it...” He did, kind of. From Hera’s point of view, it made sense. “But I need something to do.” His voice dropped to almost a whisper now. There was no reason to be embarrassed by what he was asking, but it was difficult not to feel like he was giving up on learning how to see with the Force.

That was what other people were going to think, wasn’t it? That he had failed. That he needed to be given another job instead, because he would never be good enough.

Hera pressed her lips into a thin line and looked at him for several moments. Ezra tried to meet her gaze, but his eyes pulled away against his will.

“You’re right,” she said.

“I’m…” It took him a moment to realize that Hera was responding to what he had said — that he did need a job — and not confirming his thoughts; not saying that people would think he was a failure. Still, he hadn’t expected her to say that, and certainly not so readily. Ultimately, the conversation could only have gone one of two ways; either Hera would agree with him, or she wouldn’t. Apparently, in the back of his mind, he had been expecting her to say no.

The room appeared suddenly to have grown unnaturally quiet, as though everybody was holding their breath, waiting; like there was a significance to Hera’s words that he just wasn’t hearing. He turned his head to the left and then to the right, looking around, and found the other occupants of the room just as disinterested in the conversation in the corner as they had been moments earlier. He doubted that anyone was close enough to overhear anyway, not unless they were putting a lot of effort into it. Good. This was nobody’s business but his and Hera’s.

“Uh… Great,” he said. “So… I mean, I was thinking maybe you could put me on the general duty roster or something. You know, I could clean up after meals, tidy up around the base, do laundry, that kinda thing.” He hesitated, picked up his spoon and stirred it around the inside of his bowl. The soup had cooled and was starting to congeal on the top. “I mean, as long as you don’t think it’ll get in the way of what I’m doing with Kanan.”

“It won’t,” Hera promised him. “Your lessons with Kanan are important. Short of him being needed elsewhere on a temporary basis we won’t let anything jeopardize them.”

“Is that going to happen?” He might not be on duty at the moment, but nobody had said he wasn’t allowed to know what was going on with the people who were, especially if those people were important to him. Anything that took Kanan off-base would likely involve the rest of the Ghost crew, and the Ghost itself, and things being as they were right now, he wasn’t sure what that would mean for him. He did live on the ship, after all.

“Nothing’s planned right now. But you’re right, you do need duties around the base, if for no other reason than it’s unfair to everyone else if you don’t.”

He hadn’t thought of that. It was strange, but for all the times he had insisted that he was perfectly fine, it had never occurred to him that someone who was ‘fine’, but did nothing all day, might attract a certain amount of resentment. That hadn’t happened yet; not as far as he had noticed anyway. But then he wouldn’t notice. Nobody would be stupid or cruel enough to say it where he could hear, and if his friends heard it, they wouldn’t tell him, for the same reason that he hadn’t told Kanan when people had talked about him. Because they had. Not in the very early days after Malachor, but later, in the months that followed, he had heard people wondering out loud why ‘the blind Jedi’ was still on the base; why he was using resources if he couldn’t fight.

They had quickly learned not to talk that way in front of Ezra, and probably in front of any of the Ghost crew.

He couldn’t believe he had forgotten about that.

He didn’t actually care what people like that thought of him — well, maybe he did a little — but Hera was still right; it wasn’t fair, and he needed to pull his weight.

“We’ll talk about it,” Hera told him. She picked up her datapad and flicked to another file, a day planner, maybe. Ezra forced himself not to squint as he tried to make sense of what he could not quite see there. “I’ll set some time aside with you and Kanan together, and we can think about your options.”

That seemed a little too formal, and too indefinite. He had wanted to do this now. He wanted to leave knowing that tomorrow he would be doing… whatever job she had decided to assign him. Not planning to talk about it at some point in the future.

“Can’t we talk about it now? I can do anything you need,” he blurted before she could start checking her schedule for appointment times. “I could tidy up, or help with construction — the Force is great for heavy lifting. I’ll even try cooking, if you want. I can’t guarantee it’ll be any good, but I’ve seen it done…”

Hera smiled as she shook her head. “No offense Ezra, but we haven’t had a case of food poisoning on base yet. I really don’t want to start now.”

That was fair.

“What you need to do is think over your options,” she continued. “Don’t rush this. Pick some roles that you think you’ll enjoy; maybe three or four if you can, because I can’t guarantee your first choice will work out. It doesn't have to be something you’ve done before, just as long as it’s something you think you’ll be able to do. And something you’ll be able to keep doing, going forward. If any of the ideas seem feasible, I’ll speak to the department heads and see what we can do.”

Ezra went cold. He stared at her across the table, trying to process what she was saying, but no matter how he replayed it, it sounded like she was thinking of this as a permanent thing. ‘Something he would still be able to do going forward’ didn’t sound like a way to fill a little time until he was fit for his usual duties again.

Hera looked at him, still waiting for a response. Their eyes met for just long enough for him to catch the moment of realization; when she noticed that what he had been asking for, and what she was offering, were not the same thing.

For a second he thought she was going to apologize, backtrack, but then she appeared to steel herself. “I know,” she said. “I know it might just be for a couple of weeks, or months, but you need to plan for whatever happens. We don’t know if… when you’re going to be ready to go back to your usual duties. So in the meantime, it makes sense that any alternative role we find should be something you want to do, and something you could do in the long-term as well as the short.”

He shook his head, and used the gesture as a way to check the room, to make sure they weren’t drawing any unwanted attention. He backed away a little, scooting his chair an inch or so back from the table. He couldn’t get up and storm out, that would be noticed, but he could walk away calmly, once he had said what needed to be said

“I’m not looking for an ‘alternative role’. I have a role. All I want is something to do while I wait for you to tell me I’m back.”

Hera frowned, then nodded in agreement. “I know. I know that. That’s all I meant; that’s what it would be. Something to do, until you’re ready.”

“Something to do instead,” Ezra countered, almost spitting the word at her. He took a deep breath to calm himself, and hoped that his voice hadn’t carried.

Hera remained calm, not unaffected by his outburst, but not goaded into responding in kind. “Wouldn’t it be better to spend the next few months learning a new skill that you’ll be able to use, than to spend the time emptying trash cans and lifting heavy things for other people?”

He considered it. In a way, she was right; of course that would be better. If he could learn a skill that would actually be useful, maybe even something he enjoyed doing, then he might be able to continue to do it — only when needed, not as a general role — even after he was back on active duty. But that was if he was back on active duty, and until that was guaranteed, agreeing to this felt too much like giving up.

Worse, it felt like giving other people permission to give up on him.

“Wouldn’t it?” Hera asked again.

“No. It wouldn’t. Sounds too much like a ‘plan B’.”

Her eyes widened in understanding and her expression softened, as though she had only just thought of that particular interpretation. “That’s not what it is,” she promised him.

But it was. Even if she hadn’t deliberately meant it that way, it must have been there, under the surface, and he didn’t need that. He didn’t need to learn a new role, because Kanan was going to teach him everything he needed to know. He was a Jedi, he was wasted doing anything else.

Including, he supposed, odd-jobs around the base.

But that was temporary. That felt temporary; something to do to pass the time, in between lessons, until he was ready to get back to his real life. If such a thing even still existed.

Why couldn’t everything just go back to the way it had been before?

“Ezra?”

His vision had blurred under a thin layer of tears. He blinked rapidly a few times to clear it.

“Okay,” she said quickly. “Tasks to fill the time. If that’s really what you want, that’s fine.”

But was that what he wanted? He wasn’t even sure anymore.

“But I want you to think about it overnight,” she added. “You don’t have to decide anything yet. I want you to give some serious thought to what you might want to do with your time, because I think you’ll be wasted on the general roster. Take your turn, same as everybody, but consider doing something else as well.”

Ezra nodded, he supposed it wouldn’t do any harm to think about it. “What if I can’t come up with anything?”

“You will,” Hera assured him.

Ezra wished he had her confidence. “But what if I can’t?”

He had no ideas. Honestly, he had half-expected Hera to tell him a job wasn’t a good idea. He had thought he might have to fight for the right to do anything other than training with Kanan. Hera had surprised him by agreeing with him, and now she wanted him to come up with three or four jobs he thought he would be able to do both when he could see and when he couldn’t.

Three or four. He couldn’t even think of one.

“Don’t worry if something you want to do might require some element of training,” Hera told him. “We can accommodate that, even though it’s going to be a short-term thing, okay? If there’s anything you want to learn, don’t let a lack of knowledge stand in the way.”

He nodded dully. But of course it wasn’t just knowledge, it was everything else. The hundreds of things that he hadn’t even thought of yet, that were going to stand in his way as his vision deteriorated.

“Yeah, okay,” he heard himself saying.

Hera smiled sympathetically. “Take all the time you need,” she said. “If you haven’t thought of anything by tomorrow, that’s okay. Kanan and I will help. If what you decide on doesn’t work out, we’ll try again.There’s no deadline on this.”

He nodded again.

Hera put down her datapad, the display still open and displaying what Ezra assumed was her schedule for the following day. “While you’re here, there’s one other thing I needed to remind you about,” she said. “But you’re not going to like it.”

Somehow, and he wasn’t sure how; whether the Force told him, or whether he was reading her mind, he knew exactly what she was going to say. He thought of the waiting message flashing on the corner of his datapad and slouched a little further into his seat. “Yeah,” he muttered, looking down into his almost empty bowl. “I know. I’m going to do it.”

He wasn’t looking at her, but he registered her surprise through the Force.

“You meant Noisi, right?” he asked, just to clarify.

Hera nodded. Still looking away, Ezra sensed that too. Not the motion, but the intent behind it. “I’m afraid so.”

“He’s been sending me messages trying to get me to go in.” Probably nervous that he might miss a second of the ‘fascinating’ eye disease he wanted to study. “I was going to send one back later.”

It wasn’t a total lie. He did plan to message back, and it would be later, just not later today. Later in the week, maybe later in the month, but he definitely wasn’t going to do it now. One unpleasant thing per day. Maybe he could find the energy to do it tomorrow, depending how the job talk with Kanan and Hera went.

Although her expression gave nothing away, he could tell through the Force that Hera didn’t believe him. He wasn’t surprised; she knew him, and his track record in making appointments with Noisi spoke for itself.

She frowned. “I’m sorry,” she said, and appeared to mean it. “I know you don’t like the droid, and I don’t blame you. If I could justify a transfer, I’d get another medic in a heartbeat, but the one we have is an eye specialist, and given the circumstances…” She let the words trail off, the conclusion obvious.

She was right, he supposed. It wouldn’t make sense to transfer out a specialist and transfer in some field medic who had never even heard of Sacul Syndrome.

He still wished she’d do it anyway. It wasn’t like Noisi could actually do anything to help. Short of a catastrophic malfunction, the only thing that was going to get the droid off the base was someone, somewhere else, finding themself in the same position as either him or Kanan, and as much as he wanted Noisi gone, Ezra wasn’t about to wish that on anybody.

“You don’t have to go on your own,” Hera reminded him.

“I know. I’ll be fine.” Ezra assured her. “And I’ll tell him you and Kanan are allowed to access my records, too,” he added; that was one of the things she had asked him to do, in addition to going to appointments, so that the information she would be able to get from the droid would be accurate. He didn’t like it. It made him feel exposed

Hera nodded. “Thank you. We’ll only use it when we have to, I promise.” She switched off the datapad, the screen went blank. “How are you?” she asked. “Apart from all this? I don’t think I’ve spoken to you since…” she hesitated.

“Since we all had dinner.”

She nodded.

“Honestly?” Ezra said. “This morning I was bored. Then I was hungry. Now, I’m mostly worried about what job I’m going to end up doing. But hey, at least that means I’m not worrying about that appointment, right?” He grinned widely, and hoped he was convincing. He hadn’t actually meant to be that honest.

Hera smiled too, but what he could sense through the Force didn’t back up what he was seeing. It made the expression seem as hollow as his own. “We’ll come up with something,” she promised. Then, a hint of amusement flickered in her Force signature. “If not, AP-5 needs someone to help with his inventorying. Chopper’s been doing it, but AP-5 isn’t happy with him. He thinks you might be less likely to insult him.”

Ezra rolled his eyes. “To his face, maybe. Yeah, I think I’ll pass on that one.”

“I thought you might.”

He picked up his bowl. The last bits of soup inside were cold and unappetizing. He almost finished it anyway; years on the street had taught him that food was food and if it wasn’t going to make you sick, you ate it. He resisted the urge, reminded himself that he didn’t have to think that way anymore.

“I guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow, then.” he said. “Where will I find you, here? Or another hiding place?”

Hera’s smile this time at least felt genuine, even if there was the slightest hint of irritation behind it. “I’ll find you,” she told him. “And I’m not hiding, I’m working.” She paused, then shrugged. “In secret.”

#star wars rebels #swr fanfic #ezra bridger #hera syndulla #little by little

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Chapter Three | The Spark

Pairing : Jungkook x Reader

Story : You knew being an intern at BigHit wouldn’t be easy, but you’d never imagined Jungkook would make it even harder.

You are a new intern at Big Hit, and you get to meet the boys. Set in the real world (as opposed at an AU), and just before the Love Yourself: Tear comeback. 1.5k words in this chapter. Enjoy :)

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It’s already been a whole week since your very first day at Big Hit. Since then, you’ve been shadowing managers and important people, including some of the stylists. It’s been an eye-opening experience, and you’ve been learning more and more each day. However, you hadn’t seen BTS, or more specifically Jungkook, since the first day. It was definitely a shame, but also probably for the best. It meant you weren’t as distracted as you would have been otherwise. You definitely didn’t want to stuff anything up, either. This wasn’t some kind of everyday opportunity you could risk with a stupid crush…or whatever it was.

It was Friday evening, and you were finishing up with one of the stylists, helping to pick out their outfits for next week’s fan meeting. You were going to be able to go and be staff for it, and the thought of next Monday made you anxious but also very, very excited. Suddenly, a cough brings your attention up from the assortment of earrings before you. You blink quickly, as if to confirm what you’re seeing isn’t some kind of tired hallucination.

“Jungkook?” You ask tentatively.

“Hi, Y/N. I wanted to come down and check up on some of the piercings for tomorrow. I don’t want one in one of my top ones, Jimin bumped it playing video games and it’s kinda sore. Is that okay?” He smiles sheepishly at the request, seeming less confident than the last time you saw him.

“Uhhh…sure? You should ask the head stylist, I really don’t have the authority to say anything about that.” You feel disappointed saying this, reminded that your position in only as an intern, and temporary at that.

Jungkook checks with her, and she tells him this will be fine. She adds that you should help him decide which ones to keep and which to lose, as she has other things to take care of before leaving. At this, she waves goodbye and makes her way out of the small styling studio.

“So…which ones do you like best? I think the silver is probably nicer, but it’s up to you.” As you say this, you give him a quick smile, and your heartbeat quickens as he returns it.

“I think you’re right, Y/N. You have good taste.” At this, he bends down to look closer at the piercings. His body is right next to yours now, and his muscled arm in its black Puma sweater brushes against yours. You jump back a little.

“That one, I won’t wear that one.” He says decidedly, noticing you jumping back from him.

“You don’t need to be so nervous around us. We’re just people.” He sounds sad, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“No, it’s not because you’re an idol.” You say this without thinking, and hope he doesn’t ask you to elaborate. No such luck.

“Oh? Then…why?” His brow is slightly furrowed, his expression evidently curious.

You swallow the lump in your throat, then reply almost cautiously. “You’re very attractive.”

His laugh catches you off guard, and you instinctively push him playfully. “Hey!” you say, admittedly a little shocked at being brave enough to actually touch him.

“No, I’m not mocking you! It’s just…I wouldn’t have guessed that.” He looks shy and modest at this, and your heart flutters in your chest.

“Your winks say otherwise,” you laugh, “they’re definitely very confident!”

No wonder they call him the Golden Maknae, his laugh sounds like molten gold flowing down a mountainside. “I just like looking assured in front of the other guys. Especially in front of such a pretty girl. And hey, you winked back, remember! That caught me off guard, I’m not gonna lie.”

His honestly is warming, and you realise you feel comfortable rather than the nervous wreck you expected. “Yea, well, it was only a retaliation!” you quip back jokingly.

A quick moment of silence follows, and his eyes darken as they run over you. The atmosphere changes in an instant, and you feel hot and unnerved all of a sudden. He takes a step closer to you, and your feet are glued to the floor.

“Can I kiss you?” The question catches you completely, and your words are caught in your throat as you choke a little.

“I’m sorry?!” you shake your head slightly in disbelief, both at the situation and the prospect of it being reality.

“Yea. Can I kiss you? Just once, and only if you say it’s okay. I just…I can’t really explain it, but I really wanna do it.” He sounds genuine and sweet, but the look in his eyes is dark and dangerous, definitely sultry.

“Yes.” The word is out of your mouth before you fully realise it, and it’s already too late to take it back. His hand slips up to your cheek and he comes straight for you, his lips reaching yours before you can even fully realise what’s happening.

His lips are soft and sweet, like honey. His approach was rushed, but the kiss is slow and sensual. Your hands reach up to rest on his chest, and he wraps his other hand around your waist subtly. Returning his kiss, you feel a distinctive warmth between your legs as your body responds to his touch. His tongue prompts your mouth open, and you willingly oblige. The kiss is possibly the sexiest thing you’ve ever experienced, particularly as the lights are dimmed and the offices surrounding your encounter empty.

He sharply pulls away from you, and you’re left breathless and aroused. Whipped back to reality, you realise you can hear the tap of heels on the flooring, headed straight towards the room. Good think Jungkook had heard, you think dimly, or who knows what could have happened. You look up at him, and his face is unreadable. However, lust exudes his being, and there was no mistaking his quickened breathing and large pupils. The footsteps reach your room, and the door swings open.

“You’re both still here? Come on, the guards want to lock up for the night.” The stylist looks annoyed, and rightfully so. A glance at your watch confirms the time: 12:13am. Whoops.

“Shit, sorry noona.” Jungkook’s apology seems to placate her, and she nods.

“Whatever, just get out of here already.” She rolls her eyes at his smile, and leaves the room for us to follow her out.

“Give me your phone.”

“What?” You ask. Jungkook’s low whisper doesn’t quite make its way through your hazed and horny brain.

“Give me your phone, quickly Y/N!”

You hand it over, and he types something in with great speed. Slipping it back to you, he calls back out to the poor woman waiting for our slow asses.

“Coming now, noona!” With that, he walks out of the door confidently. You follow, and flick the light off behind you. At least we actually sorted out the piercing thing, you guess. It seems a little inconsequential compared to the rest of tonight’s events.

The rest of the next half hour goes painfully slowly. The three of you exit the building, and you call for a taxi. Jungkook says goodbye to you both, and heads off to the back of the building to an area you haven’t seen before. It’s most likely where his private car is waiting, or where the members are able to park their cars. The stylist asks you if I’ll be okay to wait, and you tell her to go on without you. She also waves goodbye, heading off to her car. The cold air is hitting you like a flood of realisation, and you feel no longer turned on but simply stupid. You’d risked your whole internship and the possibility of what? A lawsuit? Surely nothing good would have come from being caught.

The taxi pulls up, and within 20 minutes you’re back in the safety of your home. Changing into silk pyjamas, you brush your teeth, thinking about Jungkook’s kisses and the way his tongue had made its way into your mouth and even across your teeth. Every thought of the moment tweaks your arousal, and you feel like wanting more. Slipping into bed, you check the time on your phone before going in to set an alarm for Saturday. 12:50am. Closing the alarm app, you wonder what Jungkook did on your phone for those speedy few seconds. Instinctively, you open your text messages, and there it is. A text from 12:14am, to a number you don’t recognise. You open up the text, confused.

12:14am This is my number. Text me. -JK

Woah. Okay, so now you had his number. For a solid five minutes, you wonder what exactly to do about this information. On one hand, you could text him, like he’d seemingly asked. But then again, tonight had you torn in half. There was undeniable attraction, sure. Your job though, your internship. That was important. He’s probably already asleep anyway.

You put your phone on do not disturb, pull the covers up around your body, and fall into a restless sleep.

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