#she's usually formal but not TOO formal and it's a delicate balance to strike

[b-plot-butch]

does anyone else pull up episode transcripts while writing fic to make sure you're getting character voices as accurate as possible?

[helen-with-an-a]

would you consider a part 2 to be the best?

maybe everyone realises reader making an effort and she starts to get closer at team bonding nights etc. then gets angry and thinks everyone will go back to hating her but happy ending

Hiiii - so I hope you enjoy this - I might make another part, I might not - I'm not quite sure

Be The Best part 3

AWFC x Reader

Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3

Description: R joins the team on a trip to the cinema

Word Count: 4.4k

Deciding what to wear – it seemed like such a simple task, yet it was the one thing consuming your thoughts. It was more than just picking an outfit; it felt like the key to unlocking your entire evening. If you could just figure out what to wear, then maybe everything else would follow. The outfit could set the tone, give you confidence, and make you feel ready to face whatever was coming your way. Or at least, that's what you kept telling yourself, over and over, as if the right choice of clothes could somehow solve all your other problems too. The pressure to get it right was overwhelming, as if choosing the perfect outfit would magically make everything else fall into place.

But it wasn’t even a special occasion – it was just the cinema. A casual, relaxed outing, nothing crazy, nothing formal. Just the cinema. You were going to watch a movie, sit in the dark for a couple of hours, and maybe grab a snack or two. No big deal. It wasn’t like you were going to a fancy dinner or an important meeting. Just the cinema.

And yet, it wasn’t just the cinema. It was the cinema with your friends, work colleagues, people you have definitely bullied at times. You knew you had to strike a delicate balance – casual, but not too casual; relaxed, but still put together. It wasn’t simply about the clothes. It was about perception, about how the others would see you and what they would think. Every choice seemed to carry a weight that extended far beyond fabric and fashion. Would they notice if you were too dressed up, standing out like you were trying too hard? Or would they judge you if you were too laid-back, as if you didn’t care at all?

For most people, it was just a routine outing, something they had done countless times. But for you, it was uncharted territory, an experience you’d only heard about or seen in movies themselves. The idea of sitting in a dark theatre, surrounded by others, watching a story unfold on a massive screen – this was completely new. You didn’t know the unspoken rules, the social cues that everyone else seemed to take for granted. How were you supposed to act? What was the right amount of enthusiasm or restraint?

And what about conversation? That was another minefield altogether. You knew the basic rule: no talking during the film. That part seemed straightforward enough. But what about before the film started, when everyone was finding their seats, shuffling in with popcorn and drinks? Was there a right way to initiate small talk in those brief moments of dimmed lights and hushed voices? Should you comment on the previews, ask about their day, or maybe even crack a light joke to ease any tension? Or would it be better to keep it simple, just a casual greeting before settling into the silence? The uncertainty gnawed at you, making it difficult to predict how you should approach those moments.

And then there was the aftermath, the part that seemed the most daunting of all. What would you talk about after the film ended? How do people usually transition from the intensity of the movie back to regular conversation? Should you start with your thoughts on the film, maybe offer an opinion or ask for theirs? But what if your opinions didn’t match? What if you missed a key detail, or your interpretation was off? Would you come across as clueless or out of touch? You didn’t want to be the one who misread the mood, who either overanalysed every scene or brushed off the film too casually.

What if they didn’t want to talk to you? That fear was the heaviest of all, lurking in the back of your mind and casting a shadow over everything else. Leah had promised that you were welcome to attend the team bonding event, insisting that it would be a good opportunity to relax and connect away from the pressures of the football field. But did they really want you there? Was her invitation genuinely extended on behalf of the entire team, or was it just a polite gesture, something she felt obligated to offer? The thought gnawed at you, making you second-guess every detail of the evening.

You had been so mean to them for so long – too long, really. Screaming had been your only form of communication, your voice always raised, always harsh, leaving no room for warmth or understanding. It was as if yelling was the only way you knew how to convey your thoughts, your frustrations, your demands.

Images of Kyra’s terrified eyes flashed across your mind, haunting you in those quiet moments when the noise of the day had finally died down. You remembered the way she would flinch whenever you called her name, her eyes wide and fearful, as if bracing herself for the inevitable onslaught. It wasn’t just once or twice – no, those moments were all too frequent, etched into the fabric of your daily routine. You could almost hear the echo of your own voice, sharp and cutting, as you berated her for the smallest mistakes, things that now seemed so insignificant in hindsight.

You had changed four times already, each outfit a different attempt to strike the right balance, to somehow capture the perfect blend of casual yet polished, approachable yet confident. Each time you thought you’d found the right look, doubt crept in, nagging at the edges of your mind until you found yourself back at the mirror, scrutinising every detail. First, it was joggers and T-shirt – too casual, you decided, too close to something you’d wear lounging around the house, not quite right for an evening where you wanted to make a better impression. Then came the one dress you owned – simple, comfortable, but suddenly it felt too much, as if you were trying too hard, the exact opposite of what you wanted.

You tried again, opting for a more relaxed outfit, a sweater and a pair of tailored pants, thinking this might strike the right chord. But as you stood there, looking at yourself, the reflection staring back seemed off, like you were wearing someone else’s clothes. You looked like you were going into a business meeting. It didn’t feel like you, or at least not the version of yourself you wanted to present tonight. So you changed again, this time into something more middle-ground, some baggy jeans and a top. But even then, you couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t quite right.

As you stood there in front of the mirror, surrounded by discarded outfits strewn across the bed, you wondered if maybe the clothes weren’t the real issue. Maybe it was the fact that no matter what you wore, you couldn’t escape the history you carried with you, the reputation you had built, and the uncertainty of whether any outfit could really make a difference in how you were perceived.

Your phone buzzed on the desk, the familiar vibration cutting through the thick fog of your thoughts. The sound startled you, pulling you out of the endless loop of doubt and second-guessing that had been consuming your mind for what felt like hours. You glanced over and saw the screen light up with your alarm, its insistent tone a stark reminder that time had finally run out. There was no more room for deliberation, no more opportunity to agonise over every detail.

It took you longer than expected to get to the cinema, your nerves slowing you down at every turn. The streets seemed unfamiliar, the route winding through a part of town that you rarely ventured into. As you navigated through the maze of side roads and intersections, you couldn't help but notice how different this area felt from your usual haunts. It was quieter, more residential, with an air of nostalgia that hung in the evening breeze. The buildings here had a certain charm, with their old-fashioned storefronts and quaint cafés, each one exuding a sense of history that made you feel like you had stepped back in time.

When you finally arrived at the cinema, it wasn’t what you had expected. You had envisioned something sleek and modern, a polished building with neon lights and a buzzing crowd. Instead, you found yourself standing in front of a place that felt like a hidden gem, tucked away from the busier parts of the city. The cinema was smaller, more intimate, and as you approached, you were struck by its unexpected charm. The exterior was unassuming, with a classic marquee that displayed the film titles in black letters against a white backdrop, the lights around it softly glowing in the dimming light.

Inside, the atmosphere was cozy and inviting, a far cry from the sterile, impersonal theatre you had walked past as a kid. It was cute – more retro than you had anticipated, with an ambiance that immediately put you at ease. The plush blue seats lined the aisles, each one a deep, rich shade that contrasted beautifully with the cream-colored walls. The seats looked like they had been carefully maintained, their upholstery soft and welcoming, as if they had been chosen for comfort rather than just practicality. The walls, with their creamy tones, added to the sense of warmth, their subtle detailing suggesting a bygone era when cinemas were more than just places to watch a film – they were places to experience something special.

"Hey, I'm glad you could make it," Kim said softly when she saw you arrive, her voice warm and welcoming. There was something genuine in her tone, a sincerity that caught you slightly off guard. It was as if she truly meant it, as if your presence was something she had been hoping for rather than just politely acknowledging. Her smile was gentle, her eyes reflecting a kindness that made you pause for a moment, unsure of how to respond.

You had been so wrapped up in your own anxieties, so convinced that your arrival would be met with indifference – or worse, thinly veiled discomfort – that her friendly greeting threw you off balance. For a split second, you hesitated, searching for the right words, something casual and appropriate to say in return. But nothing came out. Instead, you grimaced awkwardly back at her, your lips twisting into a half-hearted smile that you knew looked forced.

It was as though your body had betrayed you, refusing to cooperate in this moment of unexpected kindness. You could feel the tension in your shoulders, the way your jaw tightened as you struggled to mirror the warmth in Kim’s voice with an expression that didn’t come naturally to you. Inside, you were cringing at your own inability to respond with the same ease, the same natural friendliness that Kim seemed to embody so effortlessly.

Your grimace felt clumsy, a stark contrast to her welcoming demeanour. It was as if all the insecurities you had been trying to suppress suddenly bubbled up to the surface, making it impossible to relax and just be in the moment. You worried that Kim could see through your awkwardness, that she might pick up on the discomfort you were trying so hard to mask. Would she interpret it as reluctance? As a sign that you didn't really want to be there? The thought made your stomach twist, amplifying the awkwardness of the situation.

But Kim, ever gracious, didn’t let it faze her. She continued to smile, her eyes softening with understanding, as if she sensed your unease but chose not to dwell on it. Her kindness was unwavering, a quiet reassurance that perhaps, despite your own self-doubt, you were more welcome than you realised. “I think you’re the last one to arrive.”

“Sorry, it took longer than I thought to get here,” you said, your voice tinged with an apologetic edge as you finally caught up with Kim. You tried to sound casual, but the nerves were evident in the way you fumbled with your words. Your gaze flickered around the room, searching for something to latch onto to avoid the awkwardness of the moment.

“No worries,” Kim replied with a reassuring smile, her tone light and understanding. “Was there much traffic?”

“Uh, no,” you began, your voice wavering slightly. You cleared your throat, trying to steady your nerves. “I mean, there wasn’t much traffic. I just – I've, I’ve just not been here before, so …” You trailed off, the words sputtering out like a car sputtering to a halt. The sentence hung in the air, unfinished and awkward.

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and discomfort. It wasn’t just the unfamiliarity of the location that threw you off; it was the whole social aspect of the evening that felt out of place.

“Hey, you came!” Leah shouted from across the lobby, her voice ringing out with a burst of enthusiasm that cut through the low murmur of conversation. The suddenness of her greeting was a relief, taking the spotlight off Kim and saving her from having to respond to your earlier, awkward attempt at small talk. Leah’s energy seemed to fill the space, her bright smile and warm manner making it clear that she was genuinely pleased to see you.

“Hi,” you whispered back, the word barely escaping your lips as you struggled to match her enthusiasm with your own shaky confidence. You felt a pang of awkwardness, compounded by the realisation that you were still adjusting to the surroundings

Leah, unfazed by your quiet response, continued with her upbeat tone. “Do you want to grab some snacks before you go in?”

Snacks? The word hit you like a revelation. You had always thought of the cinema as a place where people just sat in darkened rooms and watched movies, perhaps grabbing a quick drink from a vending machine if they were really desperate. But the idea of having snacks felt almost revolutionary. The concept of indulging in something edible during a film was so foreign to you that you blinked in surprise, momentarily caught off guard.

You looked around, taking in the lobby’s setup with new eyes. It was bustling with people moving toward a counter where a variety of snacks were displayed. The counter was an array of tempting options: large tubs of buttery popcorn and colourful sweets. The whole scene seemed like an elaborate concession to comfort, something you had never considered part of the cinema experience before.

Alessia, who had joined Leah in welcoming you, turned to you with a warm smile. “What’s your go-to?” she asked, her tone inviting and friendly. Her curiosity seemed genuine, and it made you feel a bit more at ease.

You hesitated, glancing at the array of snacks before you, feeling a bit overwhelmed. “I don’t know,” you admitted, your uncertainty evident. The variety of choices seemed almost overwhelming, and you weren’t sure where to start.

Alessia laughed lightly, a sound that was both comforting and disarming. “Ah, a ‘see how you feel’ kind of person,” she said, nodding knowingly as if she understood your approach. Her laughter and casual attitude made it clear that she wasn’t judging you, but rather finding your indecision endearing.

“Um, no,” you replied, feeling a bit embarrassed as you tried to explain. “I’ve not been to the cinema before.” The admission felt awkward, and you braced yourself for whatever reaction might follow.

Alessia stared at you, her eyes widening in shock. “What do you mean?” she asked, disbelief evident in her voice. “Surely you went growing up? I know we don’t have much time now, but still.”

You shifted uncomfortably, the weight of your admission feeling heavier under Alessia’s surprised gaze. “Uh, no. My, uh, my dad said it was a waste of time,” you said, your voice trailing off. The memory of your father’s dismissive attitude made you feel vulnerable, as if you were exposing a part of your past that was uncomfortable to revisit.

Alessia’s surprise was palpable, her mouth forming a small “O” as she processed what you had just revealed. Her eyes widened, clearly taken aback by the information. It was as if the notion of someone never having been to the cinema before was a concept so foreign that it took her a moment to fully grasp it. Her reaction was a blend of shock and genuine curiosity, making you feel even more self-conscious.

You could feel your face flush with embarrassment as you watched her reaction unfold. The realisation that you had just divulged a personal detail about your upbringing – a detail that seemed to have left such an impact on Alessia – made you mentally kick yourself. Why couldn’t you have just gone along with her question, given a generic answer, and avoided this awkward revelation altogether?

As Alessia’s initial shock gave way to a more empathetic expression, you mentally berated yourself for not just playing along. She could almost hear the internal dialogue in your head: “Why did I have to be so honest? Why couldn’t I just say I like popcorn or candy and leave it at that?” You bit your lip, hard, gasping slightly at the familiar pain.

But as you watched Alessia’s expression soften into one of understanding, you also noticed the subtle shift in her stance. She seemed genuinely concerned and determined to make sure you felt comfortable. Her initial shock had transformed into a compassionate response, as if she was now more committed than ever to ensuring that your first cinema experience was enjoyable and welcoming.

“Well, usually I go for some popcorn,” Alessia said with a casual shrug, her tone easy and conversational. “But I decided on Pick ‘n’ Mix today.” She paused, as if considering the options and her own choice. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief and excitement, reflecting a genuine enthusiasm for the variety of treats on offer. “If you get some popcorn, we could share?” she suggested, her offer smooth and natural, as though it were the most effortless thing in the world.

“Y-you want to share?” you asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. The shock in your tone was palpable, your words tinged with disbelief. The notion that Alessia, someone who had been so kind and welcoming, would offer to share something as simple as popcorn with you felt almost surreal. The gesture seemed magnified by your own insecurities and the weight of your past interactions with her

.

You stood there, momentarily taken aback, struggling to reconcile Alessia’s warmth with the harshness you remembered from your own behaviour. It was as if her kindness had momentarily suspended reality, making you question whether you deserved such a generous offer. You had been so accustomed to keeping others at a distance, to reacting defensively or with hostility, that the idea of someone reaching out to you with genuine friendliness felt foreign and unexpected.

“Of course, come on, let’s get some popcorn,” Alessia said, her smile broadening into a welcoming expression that seemed to dispel any lingering awkwardness. Her enthusiasm was infectious, a burst of positive energy that made you feel more at ease despite your earlier reservations.

Without missing a beat, she reached out and gently grabbed your elbow, her touch both firm and reassuring.

The film wasn’t necessarily your choice, but as it played out on the screen, you found yourself increasingly engrossed. You never really had time for films – growing up, your father had made you watch old matches and now, as an adult, you did the same. There was something about the action, the romance, the unexpected twist at the end that drew you in and kept you close.

Sitting wedged in between Alessia and Leah wasn’t too bad either. In fact, it turned out to be one of the more pleasant surprises of the evening. Alessia, seated to your right, had a laugh that was genuinely infectious. Each time something amusing or surprising happened on the screen, her laughter would bubble up – a warm, genuine sound that was impossible not to be affected by. It was the kind of laugh that seemed to fill the room with a sense of shared joy, creating a subtle but tangible bond between you and the rest of the audience. Her enthusiasm was both comforting and uplifting, making the film experience feel even more enjoyable.

Leah, on your left, contributed to the cozy atmosphere with her own unique presence. She kept up a quiet commentary throughout the film, her murmurs barely audible but filled with insightful observations and humorous remarks. Her comments were like little nuggets of insight, offering a fresh perspective on the film's twists and turns. You had expected that her talking might become distracting or irritating, but instead, it had the opposite effect. Leah’s commentary felt like a private conversation that added another layer to your viewing experience, one that was both engaging and endearing.

Rather than finding Leah's remarks bothersome, you found yourself appreciating them. Her thoughtful, almost reverent musings about the film’s plot and characters added depth to your own viewing experience. It was as though she was sharing a part of her own enthusiasm and understanding with you, making the film feel more interactive and immersive. Each comment was delivered with a subtlety that ensured it didn't disrupt your enjoyment, but rather complemented it, adding an extra dimension to your engagement with the story.

The combination of Alessia’s lively, infectious laughter and Leah’s quiet, reflective commentary created a perfect balance that made sitting between them a surprisingly enjoyable experience. It turned out to be a blend of energy and insight that enhanced the film’s appeal, making the whole experience feel more communal and enjoyable.

“Oh, my god. That was so good!” Stina cheered as you all left the theater, her excitement practically radiating from her. Her blonde ponytail whipped from side to side with each enthusiastic hop down the steps, creating a lively and contagious energy that seemed to spread through the group. Stina’s reaction was a burst of pure, unfiltered enthusiasm, her voice ringing with genuine excitement about the film you had just seen.

Conversations about favourite scenes and surprising plot twists began to bubble up, each person eager to share their thoughts and opinions on the film. It was as if Stina’s initial reaction had unlocked a wave of shared enthusiasm that everyone was eager to join in on.

“Yeah, that twist at the end was incredible!” Steph chimed in, her voice laced with amazement. “I didn’t see that coming at all.” The sentiment was echoed by several others, their faces animated with excitement as they recounted their favourite moments. The film had clearly struck a chord with the group, and the sense of collective satisfaction was palpable. Had this been what you were missing out on every time you declined an invite?

Before you could get too far into your head, Kim came up behind you, her shoulder gently nudging yours in a friendly, almost reassuring manner. The touch was light but deliberate, a small gesture that drew you back from your swirling thoughts and into the present moment. Her presence was warm and grounding, a reminder that you were part of a group, and her approachable demeanor made it easier to transition from the excitement of the film to the next part of the evening.

“So, what did you think?” Kim asked, her voice filled with genuine interest. There was a subtle anticipation in her tone, an expectation that your opinion would contribute to the collective conversation.

“I liked the film. It was very good,” you responded, your voice steady but still tinged with the residual excitement from the movie. You were still processing the film’s impact and the lively discussion that had followed, and Kim’s question provided a moment to articulate your enjoyment. It felt good to share your positive reaction, to be part of the enthusiastic response that had characterised the group’s reactions.

Kim’s eyes brightened at your response, and she smiled with a hint of mischief. “Good enough to come to dinner with us?” she asked, her tone light and inviting.

You froze for a moment, a sudden wave of uncertainty washing over you. Did Kim really want you to join them for dinner? The question seemed to echo in your mind, stirring up a flurry of anxious thoughts. The idea of continuing the evening with the group was both inviting and intimidating, and you couldn’t help but question whether you truly belonged in this social setting.

A twinge of apprehension gnawed at you as you considered the possibility of making a mistake. What if you inadvertently did something wrong or said something out of turn? The fear of misstepping or failing to live up to the group’s expectations loomed large. You imagined potential scenarios where your actions might not align with the group’s dynamics, leading to awkwardness or discomfort.

And what if you got angry with them again? What if you ruined the night? What if you did something wrong and they kicked you off the team? A tight knot of anxiety bubbled up in your chest, making it difficult to fully embrace the invitation. The prospect of making a good impression and avoiding past mistakes felt like a significant challenge. Taking a deep breath, you reminded yourself that Kim’s invitation was a gesture of goodwill, a sign that your presence was valued and welcomed.

“Umm, yeah, yeah, I think so,” you said, your voice gaining confidence as you spoke. “If that’s ok with you?” The question was as much about seeking reassurance as it was about confirming your participation. It was a polite gesture, ensuring that your presence was welcome and that you weren’t imposing on the group’s plans.

Kim’s smile widened, and she gave you a reassuring nod. “Absolutely, it’s totally okay,” she said warmly. “We’d love to have you join us. It’s just a casual dinner, nothing too formal. We’re all going to this great place nearby – should be a lot of fun!”

[johannstutt413]

The Doctor pounded twice on the door to Vulcan’s forge as he walked in. “You’ve got a customer!” He shouted above the din of whirring machines and hammer striking metal.

“Doctor?” She walked out, her usual attire replaced with a heavy-duty apron. “What do you need?”

“A weapon.”

A nod. “Of course. For who?”

“For me.” He reached into his pocket and unfolded a sheet of wrinkled paper. “I was going through my old files and found this. Apparently I used to carry one with me everywhere I went, but I lost it along with my memories. I was wondering if you would remake it for me.”

“I’ll let you know.” Vulcan took the paper and put it in a pocket of her own.

The Doctor glanced around the forge. “I heard your hammer going; I know it’s more of a tradition than an actual part of the craft nowadays, but I’m curious - what do you make when you do that?”

“You want to see for yourself?” She walked back towards the anvil and furnace, and he followed her. “Put on your visor. Sparks’ll be flying.”

“Right.” He made sure his usual protections were in place, and he watched with great interest as she resumed the piece she’d been working on. It was surprisingly delicate; considering her usual work, he’d expected something utilitarian, but this was art, pure and simple. Several straight beams were brought together to create something like a tower, and as she added details, the Doctor realized what she was creating with a smile.

 When it was finally done - a multi-hour process the Doctor had arrived in the middle of - and cooling, Vulcan took off her gloves and face protection and addressed her audience. “Satisfied?”

“It’s fantastic,” he replied, “but do you always make Rhodes Island emblems?”

“No - usually, I make ornamental weapons or solid attachments, but the company anniversary party will be happening soon, and I don’t plan on attending in person.”

The Doctor frowned. “You aren’t?”

“The Penguin team needs their gear worked on, as does the Lungmen squad, and I want to have your weapon done before too long.” She shrugged. “Not a good time for downtime.”

“Damn...Weapon maintenance is crucial, but missing out on the anniversary is...I’d wanted to take you as my date, but-”

Vulcan.exe stopped responding. “What?”

“Your commitment is incredible, your craftsmanship is impeccable, and your record, as well as that of almost every Operator here, is to your credit. We don’t stop to appreciate you often enough, in my opinion.” He sighed. “But, if you’re busy, I suppose it can’t be helped-”

“When do you want this weapon of yours finished?”

The Doctor thought for a moment. “I’d like to be able to start training with it again as soon as possible, but if you have other work that needs to be done-”

“I’ll have you your weapon before you come to get me for the party.”

“You mean you’ll come to the celebration after all?” He smiled. “What changed?”

Despite all the time spent around hot metal, Vulcan wasn’t incapable of blushing. “I...want you to know I appreciate what you’re trying to do.”

“Ah. Well, I’ll leave you to it - have some work of my own to get done, after all. I’ll see you in a few days, then? If you get a chance, you know where to find me.”

“Right...Hey.” As he left, she called out to him. “Formal or casual?”

The Doctor looked back over his shoulder and smiled warmly. “Whichever you can dance best in.”

-

Vulcan spend the next not-quite week working on the Doctor’s weapon; it was a tricky thing, relying on a series of moving parts that had to be crafted with absolutely hair-pulling levels of precision to ensure the weapon’s function didn’t degrade over time, and anyone less enthused with the task would quit while they were ahead. For her, however, this wasn’t just a project her boss had given her - this was a commission from someone who appreciated her work, who appreciated...her, as difficult to comprehend as that was, and besides, she was always looking for new ways to challenge herself. If only he’d asked her to design something for him herself…

The Doctor, as promised, was at her forge about two hours before the party; he’d wanted to give her time to show off her work and not have her feel rushed. Honestly, it had been a work of willpower to not visit her sooner, but seeing his gift before it was completed seemed wrong somehow, so he’d bided his time. Now was the moment of truth.

“Vulcan?” He knocked on the door; the machines weren’t on, so there was no need to be as loud as before. “Are you back there?”

“One minute, Doctor!” She called from somewhere deeper in the space. There was a bathroom behind all this, and a little farther back was the closet she called her bedroom.

The Doctor found a place to sit and made himself comfortable; a few minutes later, and Vulcan emerged from her corner...and he found himself in awe. “Wow.”

“I clean up nicely?” The hesitant smile on her face only amplified the effect of seeing her in a black dress that seemed to be woven from carbon-fiber. “I finished your weapon, like I promised.”

“Two gifts in one evening. Tonight’s already looking to be amazing.”

She picked up something from a hidden part of the forge and walked over to him; in her hand was what looked like for all intents and purposes a walking stick with a curved handle. “The blade comes out of the bottom when you press this.”

“Amazing...I had every confidence in you, and you still exceeded my expectations.” He accepted in from her as she held out her hands, and the weight balance was exquisite. “It feels like it was made for my hands and mine alone.”

“It was, Doctor.” Vulcan smiled at her matter-of-fact response.

He blushed. “Right, I guess it was...I should take this up to my room before we go to the party.”

“I’ll go with you,” she offered, “if you don’t mind.”

“No, feel free, but...why?”

They were stepping out into the hall at this point, and both checked to see if it was empty before Vulcan continued. “I was thinking of other ways I could thank you for, well...being you.”

“I would be me even if the world hated me,” the Doctor shrugged.

“Maybe,” she admitted, “but that wouldn’t change how you make me feel. To think that someone values what I do the way you do...I wonder if I’ve found my soulmate.”

At this point, there were tomatoes less vibrantly red than the Doctor. “I didn’t realize how powerful a thank-you could be.”

“It’s a little more than a thank-you, Doctor.”

“True...” He took a steadying breath. “How serious were you about me being your soulmate?”

Vulcan’s smile grew. “How seriously are you thinking about it?”

“Enough to be willing to give it a shot. We can call tonight our first date.”

“I like the sound of that...” She nodded, one of her hands brushing against his. “To our first date.”

The Doctor took hold of the errant hand, already picturing their potential future in his mind. “The first of many.”

[123dragonage]

Angelica Cousland.

Full Name:

Angelica Cousland

Nickname/Alias: 

Ange, Angel, Elica, Cousland, Lady, My lady, My lady Cousland.

Meaning: 

Variant spelling of Anglo-Saxon unisex Aglæca, meaning both "demon, monster, fiend," and "hero, warrior."

Title:

Cousland, My lady, My lady Cousland, Lady. Dìonadair fir is boireannaich - Defender of men and woman.

Pet Name: 

sònraich - Ange. Aingeal - Angel. Dìonadair - Defender.

Gender: 

Female.

Gender Role:

More Male than Female.

Class: 

Warrior - Big Sword.

Orientation: 

Straight.

Real Age: 

20.

Age Appearance: 

18.

Birthday: 

May 22.

Birthplace: 

Highever Castle.

Zodiac Sign: 

Gemini.

Love Interest:

Alistair Theirin.

Immediate Family: 

Father:

Bryce Cousland.

Mother:

Eleanor Mac Eanraig.

Brother:

Fergus Cousland

Sister in law:

Oriana.

Nephew:

Oren Cousland

Ethnicity: 

Alamarri and a Fereldan.

Facial Type: 

Heart.

 Eye Colour: 

 Baby blue, with a forest green ring around it.

Hair Colour:

Black.

Hairstyle:  

Angelica has gained her father's ruly side of her hair, while it isn't there now because of age he previously had very curly hair. Though not black, she gained his style of hair with her thick curly waves framing her face. She had it up in a tight bun with a few curls falling in front of her face, but casually it is left down because she is comfortable with it on cool days.

Makeup: 

Since her look has a strong dark edge to it. Angelica viewed herself as a tomboy, not a girly woman who enjoyed pink. Red has always been something she enjoyed, usually, her eyeshadow is dark underlines with some dark grey and light sliver blended in. On good occasion, her lips were painted red, bright red or darkened red depending on the festivities. If it was normal however, she painted them like her skin and made sure it was a fairly faint color of red.

Appearance:

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Body Type: 

Fit - Strong built, but still curvy.

Build: 

Her strong build fits the heavy swords so she has some muscles to her stomach and arms, her legs too.

Distinguishing Features: 

Her hair and eyes.

Posture: 

Stiff, lady-like.

Scent: 

Lavender and different types of fruit.

Heroes:

Alistair, in childhood. (Find out.).

Pets/Familiars: 

Hawke - Gin.

Wardrobe examples:

F-o-r-m-a-l. O-u-t-f-i-t-s. B-a-l-l-r-o-o-m. O-u-t-f-i-t-s. F-i-g-h-t-i-n-g. O-u-t-f-i-t-s. C-a-s-u-a-l O-u-t-f-i-t-s. D-a-n-c-i-n-g. O-u-t-f-i-t-s. N-i-g-h-t w-e-a-r.

Equipment/Weapons: 

Cousland sword.

Third class sword.

Second class sword.

First class sword.

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Cousland Shield.

Accessories:

-Anklet - from

Rivain

 woman. -Hair pin - Red mist

-Oren's handmade

rose bracelet.

-Mother's wedding ring.

-Stashed

scrunchy.

-Mother's handmade circlet.

-Mother's crystal comb.

-Another crystal, never worn.

-Rose

collection.

-Heirloom brooch.

-Hidden circlet from her traveling days.

-The personal ring she always wore.

-Set of earrings usually hidden with her hair. On one side, the right.

-another pair of dangling earrings. The left side.

-Locket with the picture of the family in it.

Element:

Wind or earth.

(Undecided.)

Biggest Failure:

Leaving her family to tour the world before she settled down to be married. When she was young her father found her to be too free among them, but she couldn't bring herself to deny the enjoyment of life. Leaving them a note she left at the age of sixteen and came back when she was twenty-one before their deaths came around. 

Secrets:

Has a strong dislike for bugs, she came off as a strong woman with her choice of class. Obviously, this was something she tried to keep to herself.

Hobbies/Interests: 

-Flamenco Dancing. -Belly Dancing. -Roman Havasi. -Russian Romani Dance. -A little singing. -Playing the lute. -Jewel collecting. -Making handmade jewellery and accessories like her nephew did. -Poetry reading. -Basic cooking.

Skills/Talents:

-Hand to hand chores from childhood. -Cooking, making anything basic delicous. -Giving out advise for those that need it. -Tending to children and animals. -Giving out speeches. -Acting casual and then back to her formal self. -Dancing and singing. -Playing the lute and flute. -Hidden her real feelings about things. -Acting. -Jewellery collecting. -Poetry making.

Likes: 

-Music, -Dancing, -Being free, -Remembering the good times she had with her family and not the bad. -Large weapons, -Singing a little, -Poetry, -Reading, -Writing poetry, -Jewels. -Hand making jewellery, -Cooking, -Meeting people, -Having a smile on during tough times. -Camping out. -Making fun of nobles. -Fencing/duelling between nobles. -Hard work.

Dislikes: 

-Anyone not willing to have some fun, or party, so very serious people are not well liked by her. -Lazy people. -Seeing how many nobles are just that in title and not noble at all. Angelica believed more commoners are nobles. -Anyone hating music, period. If you hate it she'll give out a lecture and then question how you can hate it. -Ballroom dancing, at times. -Someone making fun of her dances. -Her father being put down from his death bed or her mother. -Howe - more like despises.  -Burnt food. -Being locked in a place with walls or anything like a wall around her.  -Jewels being crushed to be sold. -Bad poetry. -Her acting not working around people.

Pet Peeves: 

-Laziness. -Being around people too serious. -Horrible poetry. -Being forced to talk about things she plans to keep hidden.

-Children being taught to fight at a very young age.

-Parents yelling at there children.

-Children abuse.

-Animal abuse.

-Girly girls complaining too much.

Personality:

Angelica has always been adaptable, easygoing, and flexible by nature. She is always willing to try new things at least once in life. While she might go along with any plans there is always small doubts in her head that she will voice just in case, by then she is always prepared for change whether it is beneficial for everyone or not. Due to her carefree nature she knows how to fit herself in any group and situation. This heir is considered very sociable and she learned to enjoy parties. In the past staying home was very boring for her, Rather she would like to be out and about learning new things. Besides always have interesting things to say and can easily strike up conversations with strangers. Angelica is known as the popular girl of the group and can be a soft touch when talking to people. Learning to laugh was the best thing in the world, with a sharp wit and the possess of an extremely dry and sarcastic sense of humour; the usual jokes and quick-witted response may fly right over the heads of some. The individuals who can actually keep up with her train of thought and intelligence often find it hilarious. Being a  charmer as her mind works very fast and draws information from eclectic resources. This gives her many opportunities to deliver a quick-witted slap and ironical responses. The one thing Angelica is proud of is her funny gigs, these are often the camps entertainment or leading toward it. The group will end up depressed during there thoughtful state and stressed state of mind.  If that isn't all she is considered enthusiastic and full of life and always crave for accomplishing new and interesting things. However,

 Angelica's enthusiasm is infectious at times. She is

 always a little ahead of others, her mind is always working fast and she shares her thoughts with the people around her at the time. As a cousland she highly smart and intelligent. Not everything is horrible, at least there is always a chance of her saying interesting things. Angelica is shockingly a person who will have a book in your hand or involved in an activity which gives you information and updates her knowledge.

 She can instantaneously see the 360-degree picture of any situation before making decisions for the next move. Mostly she wins in arguments and debates.

 She considers herself the most versatile person. capable of handling multiple things at a time and excel in each. Plus multi-tasking quality helps her indulge in many things and balance between them all. After a while people learn her interest vary due to keenness and curiosity of getting knowledge and learning new things.

 However,  she gets bored easily. Angelica has proven that you don't have to be a rogue, to be a master of  manipulating things in order to make others follow your shoes. 

Angelica is often anxious and nervous during certain major events of life like moving or changing careers and marriage and unable to make the right decision. She doesn't take life seriously and act very childish at times. However, this is mostly a face. She also tends to get overly anxious about any important event of her life. Her energies are imbalanced and she keeps her stress and emotions inside of herself which makes her feel anxious.

Symbol: 

Cousland Crest.

Vice: 

Jealousy.

Virtue:

Hope.

Major Events.

Age 0-2 (Infancy):

The Cousland family were equally happy with there son, Fergus. However every parent wants a girl and boy in there life.  On the other hand her brother also wanted to have a little sister he could protect himself. Boys, thinking that ever girl in there life is going to need someone to protect 'them'. Hardly, On the season of the blooming roses a young girl was born when both Bryce and Eleanor tried to relax on vacation in Redcliffe, it was the one place they could trust anyone in during there moments of depression. A tiny baby, was born at midnight with the loudest cry they had ever heard. Everyone just knew she was going to be a spoiled little girl when she grew into a woman - Some might say that the father was a little scared of what might come of it. Ange; Also known as Angelica was very loud, cried constantly for there attention and when she didn't get her way she cried. At times her brother would be confused over her, the emotional stress the child gave them became hard fast. However, no one could deny that her smile wasn't something they wouldn't give to miss if they didn't cheer baby Angelica up, she grew well. Stayed by her mothers side or her brother and played with Fergus and the kings son at the time.

Ages 3-9 (Childhood):

When she came to the age of around three her curiosity got the best of her a lot. Mostly in the sword fighting and gems, her mother would look at form any merchant offering his wares. Her eyes would sparkle and her mouth would be making 'Ohhh!' sounds without hiding it from her mother like any other girl would do she became rather into her mother's handmade jewels and watched her days on end.  It was possible she enjoyed pretty things, or maybe she just wondered what she was doing with them at the time - Either way she learned something that wouldn't leave her. At the age of four, she followed her father around the house and grow more attached. He did everything with her when he could. As a child, she cried whenever he had to leave her at home, and sat on his lap whenever he read to her. Then the age of five made her start her dancing and singing, randomly picking dances during the parties or fair and singing along with tunes when her mother would sing or something else. When trouble with the king brought his son around she spent time watching them fight battles, asking questions to her father from six to nine of age, so much that she promised to be just like her mother and father. The parents were both worried and touched.

Ages 10-16 (Teens):

During the age of ten, Angelica became so interested in the battles that she begged her father to teach her some basics or at least train her to get stronger to handle things. Bryce said no, repeatedly, and her mother tried to soothe her tears and annoyance over this. The issue was that she was a lady, but her mother was the battle maiden herself. Is it so bad she wanted to learn to do something she was into? Safe to say, the silent treatment and refusing to spend time with him was the key to her success when she turned eleven he gave into her hard chores for two years and Angelica was more than happy to do that. So, for a few years, she spent time with nan and did basic cooking, preparation and did any stocking for her and nan was rather evil with that cane so whenever she slacked it was fixed. Not badly or harsh in any sense, but still. Then she helped her mother with her tea parties, decorating, maid work and finally she did basic training with her brother and father with her small body that was limited. Still, getting used to it was hard for those two years. So, at the age of fourteen, she grew up enough to do her lessons of being noble and began learning fencing for her dueling lessons. She was quick and listened intensely, light swords were simple to use, however, her father noted on her lack of enthusiasm and took her to his study one day. The issue was everything she did make her zoom out. The fast dueling and mocking other nobles, she could enjoy that and all. However, she had little interest on taking it full time - That was when her father got some idea of what she could do, the next day she was taken to the training area in the courtyard when the men were fighting each other. The two spent time watching them until Angelica asked him more about the big sword; there was also sword and shield, but that seemed boring to herself as well and she preferred the most challenging one there. Against his better judgement, he taught her harder things to build up the muscle she needed to weigh or move efficiently while holding such a sword. Each day, Bryce witnessed her sweating on the field and grinning when they pushed her down to after she won a fight. She continued this until she mastered the sword at the age of sixteen.

Ages 16- 21 (Adulthood):

Sixteen of age and she formed into a good warrior, with a few extra problems along with it. Usually at this time girls are rather rebellious and she was no different from them she guessed, although. She did think it was her forming out her own path so she could grow the way she wanted. Her father refused to see her as a woman and it was driving her insane, no matter what reason he had for it. Enough was enough, right? When she had her sixteenth birthday she came to her mother and told her the trouble she was having with her father. Eleanor might seem strict, but she went through the same thing with his protective nature and jealousy, even feared her little girl would gain it due to her looks going to his family at the time. While her mother was on his side.... Or tried to be to keep the peace. Angelica knew she could get him to see her way, for the moment at least. It was the afternoon she decided to gather the family for a announcement with her mother encouraging her to speak up. Her eyes went to Fergus, he grinned and nodded his head - Along with his family who grew to stick to her during there stay with them. Right. It was just Bryce Cousland, her father. No big deal, right?  That night was one of the emotional nights she had ever had with her family, Oren, her nephew cried for her to stay and her father fumed at her for thinking of leaving. However, in her eyes they didn't need her when they had Fergus and if anything happened it would be because she was caught off guard. Her brother knew she was good at fighting and so did her father. Eventually, she got fed up and told him enough is enough, claiming she was grown into a teenager at least and should take her own time to grow, not have him hover. The room grew silent and everyone looked worried, glancing between Angelica and Bryce who stared at her with wide eyes, and finally clenched teeth and his shocked expression faded. It was close enough to saying she hated him. Though it could have been a over reaction on his part, Angelica never looked back on the day and got ready to leave. He never came to see her off with her mother, but Eleanor claimed its hard to see his little girl go.

Trivia:

-Her father and herself grew distant when she left.She never got the chance to say she was sorry, or even try and talk to him before finding them dead on the floor. -She has a known love for jewels and handmade things.Maybe it was just in memory of her nephew.

-Learned to smile no matter the cost. Angelica is also known to act.Even though things seem dire, she isn't going to show it unless someone brings it up.

-The Cousland worked around hard work when she was a little girl. Her father thought of her as his darling girl, which made it rather hard to join in with the hard work. However, being his favourite also made it wonderful considering her 'Puppy Dog' eyes worked wonders on him. She worked through normal chores with her Nan and was watched over rather well with her siblings. -Angelica is good with light weight swords, but she found them too easy for her and unlike her mother she followed  the path of a broad sword instead. She might be a little girl, but smashing insolent... Things appealed to her mother than anything. However, there was just something about going on a duel and humiliating a noble, considering they have more ignorance than nobility in them. -During her younger years she spent much time with her brother and the king, pulling pranks on everyone. Till this day, she couldn't give up the fun and found it as a useful cure for worries and anything else on there mind. -Camping has always been a favourite, which is why she seemed so comfortable and knowledgeable during there adventures. -Angelica is in fact girly, just a bit with her jewels collection. -In her spare time or when her mind has too many things going on, she settles for writing poetry. -Rivain was a place of dance and music, party, she found it enjoyable to go there when she was a younger girl. It learned her to always smile to make the difficulty ease off a little, the dancing was so rich and new she learned it until she had perfection of it. Her father disapproved of the place due to there non-serious way of living, which ended there relationship since she left anyway. -Nan and her mother dragged her to cook when she was just a little girl. During that time she learned the basics of cooking, but fell into her fighting and other chores so she never tried cooking for everyone. Some things just stick to you. -The flute was more known with the city elves at home, she learned that from them and found herself playing it when she can't sleep. The lute on the other hand, was taught to her by a woman in Rivain. -She adores birds; her Hawke was given to her by the same Rivain woman. Gin is very protective and tends to attack others nearby for fun. On the other hand it likes Morrigan more than Alistair.

Theme song(s):

[lykegenia]

The Things We Hide Ch. 28

Chapter 1 on AO3 This chapter on AO3 Masterpost here

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The cove where Appa landed a day later glittered under the setting sun, sugar-fine grains of sand cast the colour of molten copper as the last of the light bled from the sky. Like it was a melon rind, the water ate at the sweeping curve of the beach, biting it back further and further towards a line of thick, luscious jungle. Foliage rippled in the evening breeze, while bright flashes of colour dipped between gaps in the canopy as birds flew home to their roosts. It was the building complex overlooking the beach that drew everyone’s attention, however, a sprawling wooden construction of grand pillars and verandas under steeply sloped gables of yellow-glazed tiles.

“How did you know about this place?” Zuko asked as Sokka slithered to the ground beside him.

“Grand Master Iroh gave us directions,” came the reply. “He said it would be the best place to hide out until we meet our contact. Looks like he was right – all that storm damage is at least a year old. Nobody’s been here in a while.”

“Not for years,” Zuko muttered, still staring, though the words went unheeded as the others groaned and stretched out their cramped muscles. “There should be enough space for Appa in the main courtyard.”

“How do you know?” Aang checked.

The fire prince scowled. “This is the royal family’s dry season retreat. The weather’s milder than in the Caldera.”

“We’re staying in the Fire Lord’s house?” Sokka let loose a whoop of laughter. “Imagine the look on his face if he found out!”

“We should hope he doesn’t,” Katara retorted. “And we should get Appa off the beach before he gets spotted by a patrol.”

Aang nodded. “Good point. Come on buddy, just one more short hop and you can have a nice rest – see you guys up there!”

The sky bison grumbled as his master leapt back into position by the reins, hauling himself to his feet. At the avatar’s bright command, he struck off from the ground and veered towards the mansion, though he barely went high enough for his toes to clear the trees. It left the rest of them with a short walk up the slope, while overhead, the first stars glittered in a violet sky. Zuko led the way, both because the path was at least a little familiar to his memory, and because his firebending proved the perfect tool to light the path and sear away the overgrown jungle. He was grateful for the tired silence behind him. When they reached the gate, and the pair of stone lion-turtles that guarded it, he felt eyes on the back of his head, but he pushed on into the compound with his shoulders squared.

Aang greeted them with his usual enthusiasm, waving them over to where he was already unpacking their bags. “And look at this cool flower I found,” he added to Katara as she approached. “I think they’re nightbells – the petals only open after the sun goes down.”

“Thanks, Aang,” she replied. “I remember these. They grew in my garden in the capital, under the mangingko.” She plucked the bloom from his open palm, answering his smile with a smaller one as she recalled the long, hot days by her pond, minding lessons and reading the poetry Ursa had gifted her.

“You shouldn’t pay so much attention to him,” said a voice at her side.  

She narrowed her eyes at Zuko. “What’s it to you?”

“He’s not serious about it, he’s just flirting for the fun of it.”

“I know.” She blinked. “But it’s still none of your business.”

“I just – fine. Have it your way,” he snapped, and stalked away to follow Toph into the house.

While they waited for Iroh’s contact to meet them, they trained. They had to be careful, in case a passing fire navy patrol caught sight of activity in the supposedly empty house, but the walls were high and the jungle thick enough to mask all but the showiest bending forms. Zuko refused to teach Aang, but grumpily accepted the avatar’s presence while he practiced his own forms after Katara pointed out it would take less energy than continually chasing him away. In between these practices, they prepared for their journey to the Caldera, poring over maps and plans and schedules for hours at a time, working out rest points where they could hide Appa during the day. If worst came to worst, they could submerge again to avoid the central patrols, but Appa’s dislike of being underwater, coupled with the toll it took on Katara, meant it would be a last resort.

“We’ll need more supplies if it’s going to take us that long,” she pointed out on the fourth day as they gathered in the courtyard. “Someone’s bound to notice us if we keep stopping of at every town market we run across.”

Her brother scoffed. “Who says we need to go into towns at all – master hunter here, remember?”

“We would have to if we wanted to avoid the city guards chasing after us for poaching,” Zuko replied. “You need a permit to hunt.”

“You aren’t serious?”

“These are islands, with delicately balanced ecosystems,” he explained, drawing himself up into full regal bearing. “If everyone took what they wanted, populations wouldn’t be sustainable and people would starve.”

“It would make more sense to get supplies now anyway,” Suki interrupted, to forestall Sokka’s response. “We don’t know what delays we’ll run into out there.”

Sokka shot her a soppy look. “Have I mentioned how smart you are today? Alright, new plan. Katara, you know what we need – take Toph and Zuko to the village and stock up. We should have enough money to cover it. Aang, you should probably stay here in case someone recognises you, so you, me, and Suki will –”

“Aw can’t I go?” The avatar’s eyes widened like a moose-lion cub’s. “I haven’t seen the Fire Nation in a hundred years, I want to see what’s changed!”

“There’s a bounty on your head, for one thing,” Toph grunted.

“What if I covered my arrow?”  He pressed a hand over his forehead and grinned. “No one would recognise me! Besides, since I’m the oldest I’m technically in charge. I wouldn’t want to leave you all unsupervised,” he added with a sage nod of his head.

“You’ll just sneak out if I say no, won’t you?”

“Probably.”

Sokka groaned. “Fine. You go with the others, and me and Suki will repack what we do have.”

Toph smirked. “Suuuure that’s what you’ll be doing.”  

Sokka ignored her. “It can’t be worse than having the prince of the whole nation prancing down the street.”

“I don’t prance,” Zuko grumbled. “And they probably wouldn’t recognise me either.” His fingers twitched in his lap, resisting the impulse to touch the left side of his face.

“Well yeah,” Katara supplied next to him. “Last time you went among the people you had half a battalion of royal guards with you.” Her smirk jolted him from the dark spiral of his thoughts, back into the memory of that outing to the market, where she had charmed all the stallholders and offered mercy to the veteran who had tried to strike her. He might have replied to her teasing, but he was too aware of all the curious eyes on them, the silence that had fallen around the circle.

“When do we leave?” he asked instead.

The market was held under brightly coloured awnings in a paved square at the centre of the village, and spilled out along the streets leading down to dozens of rickety piers where the fishermen tied their boats. At one end, fruit sellers vied with florists for the attention of the crowd, calling and offering samples to show the beautiful ripeness of their wares, while the butchers and fishmongers stood at the other, downwind, swishing ostrich-horse-tail flails to keep flies off their produce. In between were clothiers, bean sellers, leatherworkers, smiths, carpenters, sweet merchants, and cooks selling hot snacks, all with vibrant displays designed to catch the eye.

“This place is great!” Toph announced as the strolled up the main street. “My feet are can see so much stuff – and what’s that smell?”

“Sun cakes,” Katara and Zuko replied in unison, then quickly glanced away from each other.

“What was that about? Your guys’ heartbeats just shot waaaay up.”

Katara cleared her throat. “I was expecting something a bit more rural.”

“Ember Island caters to a lot of the Fire Nation nobility trying to get away from the formality of court.” Zuko shrugged. “They like playing at being commoners, so a lot of them do their own shopping.”

“And get totally ripped off, I bet,” Toph snorted.

“Probably. My mother used to bring us here when we were kids.”

“Are you sure you won’t be recognised?” Katara asked, peering around them. The knot of tension in her shoulders eased as she noticed how many foreigners dotted about the place. It would be easier for them to blend in, even if Zuko’s pale skin would mark him instantly as someone of high rank.

“It’s too early in the season for anyone important to be here,” he answered, but nevertheless drew the hood he was wearing lower over his face.

“We should split up,” Aang suggested brightly, most of his attention already on the sweet sellers. “That way we’ll be done twice as fast, right?”

“Well...”

Toph grabbed onto his arm with far more enthusiasm than she had shown for anything so far. “I’m with Twinkle Toes! No offence to you, Sugar Queen, but he’s way more fun.”

Katara rolled her eyes, aware that agreeing would mean she was left alone with Zuko. It was going to be so... stilted.

“Fine,” she sighed, and tore their shopping list in half to hand to them with a fistful of coins. “You’re in charge of the medical supplies. Just don’t draw attention to yourselves. You need to get everything on here, and I swear if you spend it all on sweets instead, when you get sick I’m going to stand there and say I told you so instead of healing you.”

“Ugh. Yes, Mom.”

There was a beat of silence as the pair raced away, looking thankfully like an ordinary boy and his kid sister in their borrowed Fire Nation clothing, and the bandana that covered Aang’s head. The rest of the shoppers barely spared them a glance, but Katara’s nerves were still too high to really appreciate it.

“What?” she snapped at Zuko.

He turned away quickly. “Nothing. We should get going.”

They started with the dried food, beans and rice and jerky that they could pack lightly and would last for weeks. For Aang, they also bought jars of marinated tofu, and dried honey-lotus roots to go along with the long-lasting vegetables that would form the bulk of their meals. It meant they were burdened down very quickly, but Katara found it worth the ache in her arms to watch Zuko trying to look like he knew how to handle money.

Even so, there was a tension to their interaction as they both skirted difficult topics, and she was glad to set it down with the shopping when they stepped into the shade of a noodle shop for lunch. She had missed the vibrancy of the Fire Nation, the spices in the air and the liveliness of the people, and even the way the midday heat was stripped of its wrath by the calming sea wind. She smiled at the server as she ordered from a board of illustrated dishes, then followed Zuko back to their table to wait off her feet. Without the shared distraction of their task, silence settled awkwardly around them again.

“We’ve got most of what we came for,” she tried. “We should go and find the others and get back to the house.”

“Right.”

“The food smells good.”

“It usually is.”

“You’ve eaten here before?” she asked.

He shrugged. “Not for years.”

“Right.”

She picked at a loose thread in her tunic, and his gaze slid past her to a poster fixed to the opposite wall. It was a relief when the elderly server called their order and brought over two steaming bowls of soup, with a smile and a wish for them to enjoy their meal. Before she could leave, however, Zuko caught her attention and pointed to the poster, where ‘Suntide Circus’ was proclaimed in gold above illustrations of lion dogs, dancing poodle-ponies, and at the forefront a pair of shadowed figures back to back against a crowd of unseen enemies.

“What happened to the Ember Island Players?” he asked.

The server glanced at the poster. “Oh, they’re still around, just taking a break before the season starts. Those guys pulled into town yesterday, but they’ll move on soon enough.” She peered at Zuko suspiciously. “You sound like you’re from the capital – you’re a bit early.”

“My family are merchants,” he replied, though his smooth tone was betrayed by a wash of crimson rising up his face. “We travel all over.”

“Shame about that burn, for a merchant,” the old woman continued with a nod, and turned to Katara. “I bet he was pretty as paint before, eh? Bet he could charm all the young ladies out of their coin.”

It was Katara’s turn to flush. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Sure you don’t, girlie. You know, I heard that exiled prince had a pretty big scar on his face – you could do impressions if business goes south. Ha!”

“I heard Prince Zuko’s scar was on the other side,” Katara answered with a frown. “Thank you for the food – it looks delicious.”

Still chuckling to herself, the server winked at the dismissal and set two pairs of chopsticks on the rickety table before shuffling off to greet a new customer, a local man by the look of him, who had a small horde of children following him in through the door. She left a sharp silence in her wake, and Zuko didn’t look up as he reached for his chopsticks to mix the soup and noodles in with the condiments.

“Hey...” Katara ventured after a tense moment. “You shouldn’t pay too much attention to what she said – about your scar, and about...”

“We should just eat and find the others,” he interrupted. “It was a bad idea for me to come here.”

She bit her lip to keep from voicing aloud the words that rang in her head, knowing they wouldn’t be appreciated. She had enjoyed the time they spent together that morning, had appreciated his tacit offer to carry the supplies, and the way they worked together to find the best produce. It was the most normal she had felt since before the comet, and certainly the most relaxed. And yet, it was too close to that other day they had spent together, wandering the markets of the Caldera, their rapport overformal but growing fonder, until it had ended with him giving back her father’s hunting pouch. Was that the same person sitting before her? Sokka had told her to keep an eye on the exiled prince, to make sure he stayed away from any guards or ‘sneaky-looking jerkbenders’ in case he tried to sound the alarm and betray them, and she hated that part of her agreed with the precaution. She had kept parts of herself hidden through the whole of her incarceration in the Fire Nation, intending to betray him all along – it was too easy to imagine he might share similar motives now.  

She sighed, stirred her chopsticks around her bowl, and looked up again, words poised ready to try for conversation again – but a loud squeal echoed through the small room, and she looked around to see a small, lithe girl around her own age in the doorway. The stranger was wringing her hands, hopping between her toes with so much energy her long braid flickered behind her like a whip. And she was looking straight at them.

Katara started to rise. Her hand twitched, already calling for the water in the soup bowls, her thoughts racing ahead to the best way to get Zuko out of the room without revealing his identity – they would have to find Aang and Toph on the way, hope Sokka and Suki had done at least some packing while they were in the market, hope that they could escape on Appa before the mob had a chance to reach the house. It all flashed through her mind’s eye in an instant, but in the next, Zuko had risen with her, and instead of alarm, his voice registered shock and even a thread of happiness. It stopped her in mid-stance.

“Ty Lee?”

The girl squealed again and darted forward to wrap the astounded prince in a rib-bruising hug. “You remembered me!” she cried as she let him go. “And here I was going to come looking for you this afternoon. You saved me a trip out to that crusty old house, you know.”

Katara cleared her throat. “I don’t mean to be rude, but who exactly are you?”

“Katara, this is Ty Lee,” Zuko said hurriedly. “An old friend. But – what do you mean you were looking for me?”

“Didn’t you know?” Ty Lee beamed. “I’m the contact – well, Shuren is – he’s the ringmaster. Your uncle sent us to fetch you. For the circus?”

“The circus?” he repeated, rubbing the back of his neck. He passed a helpless glance to Katara, who still had yet to completely lose her mistrust of the newcomer and only frowned back.

“Of course the circus! We’re on tour, and we’re heading to the capital – it’s pretty convenient, right?” Ty Lee paused and blinked, as if noticing for the first time that the three of them were alone. “Where’s the rest of your group? Are they back at the house?” Her eyes shot wide and she cupped her hands over her mouth. “Have I interrupted a date?”

“What?”

“No!” Katara turned away from Zuko, hoping the heat in her cheeks didn’t match the mortification rising to the tips of his ears. She searched for the glacial calm Hama had taught her, but it remained elusive. “We are not on a date. We were buying supplies for – wait, you know what? Let’s go outside.”  

A crowd was beginning to form, attracted by the commotion, and the elderly server had paused taking the young family’s order to once again peer at them with more interest than was helpful. She left her bowl of mostly untouched noodles, ignoring the sullen grumble of her stomach as she tugged on Zuko’s sleeve and herded the newcomer ahead of her. Ty Lee glanced between them as they stepped out into the sunlight, but followed obediently as they padded back among the throng to search for Toph and Aang.

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OC Kiss Week: Staring Problem

I borrowed @moonlitalien‘s lovely Shakkar because oh man Kryn would be so gone. (And Kryn is usually suave and smooth and disarming and accessible, so it's pretty hilarious to watch her just sitting here equal parts jealous and interested and intimidated.)

While there is no shortage of osterias, bakeries, and brasseries scattered throughout the labyrinthine Citadel so busy Sith and Imperials can grab something in a hurry, the Citadel also plays host to a number of higher-end restaurants for the sort of wining and dining intrinsic to dealmaking within the political machine of the Empire. The jewel in this crown, as it were, is the Ruby Orchard. Situated on two floors, it offers sweeping views of the surrounding Capital District to its exclusive clientele - all Sith, of course, and even then only Sith of particular seniority and rank; you certainly won’t see apprentices in the Orchard - and decor that is simultaneously fresh and timeless, done in rich shades of ivory and red and gold. The main floor is open dining, with scattered semi-private tables along the walls, while the second floor is secluded dining rooms branching from a walkway, leaving the majority of the floor open, the glittering chandeliers looking like nothing so much as stars from the main floor below by evening.

Keitai Roubash is the sixth in her family line to own and run the Orchard; she’s also the first to make a major architectural change. On the day of Darth Marr’s ascension to the throne, she turned her former spacious office on the second floor into a private dining room. Equipped with both a handcarved table and chairs for larger gatherings, as well as a bistro table for two positioned near the elegantly wrought railing, it allows the Emperor and Empress to dine in peace. To Keitai’s surprise, Empress Nox seems to enjoy sitting in the main dining room, often lingering in conversation with other patrons.

Today, however, she’s perched at the small, informal bistro table, datapads and a small bound book of flimsy in front of her; Keitai rearranges staff and pulls Cy, a cheery, nigh-unflappable Cathar, aside.

“The empress is upstairs today, Cy. Your entire focus while she’s here is whatever she needs. If you get a request you can’t answer or handle, come immediately to me.”

Cy nods. “Of course, Ms. Roubash.”

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At least she has the self-awareness to know she’s staring … though knowing you’re staring while continuing to stare isn’t as much progress as Kryn would like to pretend it is. Surely, having the self-awareness to know that should count for something, she thinks as she eyes the Twi’lek again, unthinkingly catching her bottom lip between her teeth. She’d originally come up here in order to have some peace to work while she ate, but as soon as she’d sat down, her eyes sweeping over the late afternoon crowd, she couldn’t help but notice her.

Sitting alone at a small table near a set of the floor to ceiling windows, a champagne flute balanced between her first and second fingers, the striking Twi’lek evokes the kind of effortlessly intimidating grace that Kryn can only dream of (her forte has always been more genial right up until the lightning starts), dressed in a rich, sumptuous midnight blue that leaves her shoulders bare and hugs her curves until it flares near her feet. The delicate gold jewelry spanning her forehead and wrapping around her lekku gleams in the overhead light, and the overall effect is that of a perfectly carved statue, albeit a statue that seems generally unimpressed with you.

Kryn is almost tempted to go down there and ask her where she got that absolutely marvelous dress. Of course, asking about the dress would merely be an excuse, and she knows it. The problem is she doesn’t have anything to follow it up with, given how she’s had to remind herself to close her mouth a couple of times, and she can’t shake the feeling that first impressions are only impressions with this woman.

She chuckles, low and rueful, when it occurs to her - not for the first time - that it was far easier to talk to people when she wasn’t empress. Now, if she turns up and makes an ass of herself, she doesn’t get to disappear in the mists of passing time; now it would be oh, there’s that stammering cretin every time she turns up on the Holonet. She supposes she could start with I’m Darth Nox. And you are? But that’s just so stilted and formal and honestly things were so much easier when she was talking to people in war zones.

Kryn really doesn’t want to think about what that says about her people skills, which up until now she’d considered top-notch.

“Majesty.” The waiter, a Cathar Kryn remembers from other visits, startles her out of her reverie. “Is there something I can get for you,” he gestures at the still-open menu, “while you’re deciding?”

“Cy, who is that?” Kryn angles her head slightly but doesn’t point, hoping he’ll figure out who she means.

Cy surveys the crowd, looking for who stands out most; it doesn’t take long. “Ah. That’s Darth Envisaar, Majesty.”

“Envisaar,” she repeats thoughtfully. “Hmm.”

She falls silent, attention still directed at Envisaar; Cy waits, then shifts a bit, clears his throat.

“Oh!” Kryn drops her gaze to the menu with far too much concentration. “Yes, if you could bring me a daiquiri and whatever today’s fresh fish appetizer is, I’d appreciate it. And ….”  She taps manicured nails on the tabletop. “And I’ll have the special. No rush on anything; my afternoon is free and there’s no need to move my order ahead of anyone else’s.”

Cy nods, picks up the menu, hesitates. “Shall I inform Darth Envisaar you were inquiring after her, Majesty?” Normally he wouldn’t run any sort of errands like this for a patron, but this is the empress, and besides, Darth Nox is always a pleasure to wait on.

Kryn shakes her head sharply enough that some curls are jarred loose from her carefully pinned hair. “No! I mean -” She coughs. “No need. I was simply curious.”

He nods, absolutely not mentioning the faint blush staining the empress’ cheeks. “As you wish, Majesty. I’ll be right back with your daiquiri.”

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New FDA Tips on Sunscreen Easy methods to Greatest Shield Your Pores and skin

Individuals planning on spending plenty of time in the summertime solar would possibly wish to take note of the brand new prompt rules for sunscreens. Earlier this yr, the Meals and Drug Administration (FDA) introduced a proposed rule that might replace regulation necessities for many sunscreen merchandise offered in america. The purpose was to replace over-the-counter (OTC), nonprescription sunscreens that do not have already got FDA approval with the most recent scientific analysis to make sure entry to the best strategies of pores and skin safety. The announcement was vital as a result of FDA pointers for sunscreens have not been up to date in a number of many years. "Today's action is an important step in the FDA's ongoing efforts to take into account modern science to ensure the safety and effectiveness of sunscreens," Dr. Scott Gottlieb, the FDA commissioner, stated in a February press launch. "The proposal we've put forward would improve quality, safety, and efficacy of the sunscreens Americans use every day. We will continue to work with industry, consumers, and public health stakeholders to ensure that we're striking the right balance."

What are the brand new pointers?

Precisely what are the brand new sunscreen pointers? The proposal focuses on guaranteeing sunscreens are formally designated as being typically acknowledged as protected and efficient (GRASE) with the 2 sun-blocking substances -- zinc oxide and titanium dioxide -- deemed sufficiently protected to be used. The FDA additionally proposed that the utmost solar safety issue (SPF) stage enhance from 50+ to 60+ so as to provide one of the best safety. Sunscreens which have an SPF of 15 or increased are required to have broad-spectrum safety. Sprays, oils, lotions, lotions, gels, butters, pastes, ointments, and sticks are official FDA-sanctioned dosage kinds for sunscreens. Proper now, powders are being proposed to be eligible for inclusion, however the launch stipulates that extra information is required. And it is prompt that sunscreen product labels be improved, too. The FDA states that labels ought to be clearer for customers, figuring out info comparable to energetic substances on the entrance of the package deal to make sunscreens extra like different OTC medication. It is also prompt that these labels embrace a notification of a skin-cancer and skin-aging alert for merchandise that have not been confirmed to stop pores and skin most cancers.

Why sunscreen is essential

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Methods to guard your self

Dr. Amy Kassouf, MD, a dermatologist on the Cleveland Clinic in Ohio, instructed Healthline she likes to mix sunblock with sun-protective clothes when she heads outdoors so she does not have to fret about repeated utility to delicate areas such because the face, fingers, and toes. Oftentimes, even with one of the best intentions, folks are inclined to overlook delicate elements just like the eyelids, lips, and ears when placing on sunscreen. Kassouf stated that with regards to the eyelids, for instance, "100 percent ultraviolet (UV)-blocking sunglasses with wider side pieces" are normally efficient to guard the temples. She additionally advises utilizing sunscreen sticks on the brow as an alternative of lotions or lotions, which might simply drip into your eyes and trigger irritation as soon as you start to sweat. What about sunscreen sprays? Kassouf says they do not provide dependable constant protection and advises utilizing sunscreen in one other kind for higher outcomes. One other delicate space folks usually miss with sunscreen is the lips. "Most of our lip products do not contain an SPF and often can increase the sun's penetration into this area with the pigments and emollients that they do contain," Kassouf stated. "The lower lip is particularly sensitive and so sun protection in your lip products when outdoors is essential." Huang added that folks with delicate pores and skin would possibly wish to search for sunscreens that include bodily blockers comparable to zinc oxide and titanium dioxide as an alternative of chemical absorbers that seep into the pores and skin. "Sunscreen should be stored in a cool, dry place because heat can gradually break down sunscreen. Also check the expiration date on sunscreen products because they don't last forever," he stated. Dr. Jennifer Lucas, MD, a dermatologist at Cleveland Clinic, stated folks ought to get into the behavior of making use of sunscreen daily, even when it is cloudy outdoors. Dr. Jennifer Stein, MD, a dermatologist at NYU Langone Well being in New York Metropolis, additionally identified that folks generally get severe burns on their pores and skin close to the sting of their clothes. She stated it is because folks may not wish to get sunscreen on their bathing swimsuit. With regards to this, she stated put apart issues of getting a slight smudge in your clothes to make sure to defend your pores and skin close to these susceptible areas. "There are a lot of good products to use. The best products are the ones that actually get used, so it's important to find something you feel comfortable with and putting it everywhere you will need it -- in your car, golf bag, workout bag," Kassouf stated. "Also, mixing it up with sun-protective clothing, hats, sunglasses, avoidance of midday sun, shade, and other strategies works the best overall."

What to search for in sunscreen

With the brand new proposed FDA pointers, what do you have to search for when shopping for an excellent sunscreen? Stein stated it's best to all the time use sunscreen with an SPF of at the very least 30 and that has "broad-spectrum" on the label, which means it protects in opposition to each ultraviolet A (UVA) and ultraviolet B (UVB) rays. "Be sure to pick a sunscreen with a smell and feel that you'll want to use. It doesn't matter how effective your sunscreen is if you never take it out and use it," she stated. Huang stated that apart from pores and skin most cancers danger, one other incentive for purchasing sunscreen is as a result of UV radiation can prematurely age your pores and skin. Huang echoed Stein that it's best to go for a broad-spectrum sunscreen that has a excessive SPF. An SPF of 30 to 50 works nicely for on a regular basis use, however Huang prompt an SPF of 50+ whenever you plan on being outdoors for a very long time. "If you're particularly active or will be sweating or swimming, you may want to find a sunscreen that is sweat-resistant or water-resistant," he stated. "Finding the right sunscreen can be a little like finding the right toothpaste," Huang stated. "Once you find one with the right protection, it can ultimately come down to personal preference." Kassouf stated that down the road, improvements in sunscreen analysis may result in an much more various array of merchandise accessible. "There may even be oral supplements that help decrease sun sensitivity, but medications and some supplements may increase sun sensitivity, such as antibiotics and diuretics, so extra caution is needed," she stated. When it comes right down to it, you'll be able to by no means be too cautious out within the solar. Huang stated that whereas plenty of consideration is directed at pores and skin safety through the hotter months of the yr, pores and skin most cancers danger persists year-round. "People should wear sunscreen 365 days a year -- not only on sunny, hot days," he stated. "Even on an overcast day, 70 to 80 percent of UV radiation can come through."

The underside line

In February, the FDA launched a proposed ruling for brand spanking new sunscreen pointers. This was the primary large shift in sunscreen pointers in a number of many years. The FDA prompt a variety of guidelines, from clearer package deal labels to safer supplies used to make sunscreens to increased most SPF ranges made accessible in the marketplace. Pores and skin most cancers is the commonest type of most cancers in america and results in greater than 1 million new instances of most cancers every year. Dermatologists stress to guard delicate and neglected areas just like the ears, lips, eyelids, and edges round clothes. Go for a sunscreen with an SPF of 30 or increased when heading outdoors, and apply a couple of half hour earlier than solar publicity. Docs urge folks to reapply sunscreen each two hours you spend outdoors, and change to a better SPF of 50 or extra when you plan on spending lengthy stretches of time within the solar. Read the full article

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Bleach Emblem

Fandom: Bleach

Character: Ichigo Kurosaki and Rukia Kuchiki

Setting: Medieval Royalty AU

Genre: Romance and Humor

Summary: Rukia is a badass war General and Ichigo is an uppity spoiled Prince who’s pants are a bit too tight for Rukia’s liking.

This is an excerpt from my newest Bleach short short. 

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What kind of assignment was this?

His Majesty, Isshin Kurosaki, was so impressed with the improvements she made in their military that she was bestowed with a personal assignment from the King himself. A  service to the royal family. It was no surprise that she whipped Kakarra's military into shape. Could they possibly expect any less from her? 

But this assignment.

The King wanted her to train his oldest son, and heir, in preparation for the day that he would succeed the throne. The young man was eighteen! What backwards kingdom let the heir to their throne get to the age of eighteen without any military training?  

Rukia tried to recall seeing the crown prince. He wasn't present at her induction ceremony, that she was sure of. In fact the only child of the royal family that she remembered meeting was the daughter that didn't marry her former King. Yuzu, was her name if she trusted her memory, and she did. She knew it was supposed to be an honor to train the crown prince of her country. That she should feel gratified for the experience, and maybe she was; just a little. 

General Rukia stared at her reflection in the tarnished looking glass. The cold sharp gaze of a Kuchiki stared back. With one last sigh of resignation she began suiting up in her armor. Usually when she trained it was in leather protective equipment. But this instance was different. These would be a series of formal lessons, and all proper lessons started with good first impressions. She would ride to the castle today in nothing less than a full suit of armor. That prince-ling needed to know just who was tutoring him. 

The sun glinted radiantly off her polished plate mail when she exited the dilapidated hovel she called home. So caught up in her duties to the Kingdom, Rukia had forgone acquiring a proper house. She spent many nights at the barracks just sleeping in her office where she passed out after her paperwork was finished. The task of procuring a decent living space just seemed so infinitesimal at the moment. 

From head to foot Rukia was decked out in armor, this included but was not limited to, gauntlets, pauldrons, breast plate, hip guards, greaves, boots, shamshir, and helmet. There was nothing aside from a full set of plate mail that made her feel this powerful. Tall even. It made her feel tall, at the very least. Even if her boots only added an inch or two. 

Kon, her companion and finest bred stallion to ever come from a Mandalian stable, was waiting for her outside. She was expected at the castle today, and therefore attendants had been sent to prepare her horse. He was a Clydesdale, a bit unorthodox for a war horse. Most mounted soldiers selected a faster and sleeker breed. Rukia on the other hand favored the raw power and size that this particular breed offered.  

It was love at first ride. Kon didn't have to be subjected to a life of farm labor, and Rukia got the steed of her dreams to make her feel larger than life. She wasted no time mounting Kon, and directing him toward the castle.

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The crown prince turned out to be a bitch.  

Of course he was.

Why did she ever expect him to be anything but?

Prince Kurosaki certainly looked the part. He was tall, and lean, and foppish. He arrived in the training yard wearing an orchid tunic with gold embroidery and trim. His dark breeches tailored to fit his shapely long legs like a second skin. A traditional bastard sword hung from one hip attached to a gold plated belt, and a baselard slung over his other hip. 

The most outrageous thing of all though was the ridiculous mane of blonde-orange hair that sat atop his head. Rukia actually thought it might have been a stupid wig at first. But no, it was his natural hair color. He either didn't have a fashionable sense of style, or his hair was just chaotic by nature. Either way, he looked like a prince and oh did he act like a prince.  

Rukia road into that yard astride her high horse, head held high, and pride intact. 

Prince Kurosaki managed to break that down in all of two seconds. 

"Oi, the new general is a child." He remarked. The two retainers who were present stifled polite chuckles. They were caught between humoring the Prince and his witty insult, and respecting their new general. It was obvious that the prince was the higher priority.

Rukia bit back the grimace that threatened her features. 

"Are you sure this isn't some game?" He called. "What could this brat possibly teach?" 

"So I'm a brat am I?" Rukia growled under her breath. 

"Boy nothing gets by you." He teased. 

This insolent little brat. To refer to her in such a way. Rukia stepped down from her horse and unsheathed her shamshir. With steps so calculated that they were mathematically precise she marched up to the prince and pointed her sword to his unguarded chest. He didn't so much as flinch or draw his own sword. He just stared down the steel blade at her, and even adopted an amused smirk.  

"Your Father, his Majesty Kurosaki, has given me complete permission to beat your ass in whichever manner I see fit in order to prepare you for the throne." She asserted. "I may appear young to you, but I have served in the military for nearly two-thirds of your life. I would kill you on the spot for your insults if it were not against my orders, so you little brat, be grateful."

Prince Kurosaki's grin dissolved into an irritated scowl at her words. His jaw set and his fists clenched, temper seething beneath his refined exterior. "You've got some nerve." He growled over her sword. 

"And now." Rukia continued as if he hadn't spoken. "If we are through dick measuring, which by the way mine is bigger," she added with more than a little sass. "I think it's time we start your first lesson." She ran the tip of her shamshir delicately over the fabric of his tunic till she reached his belt. The prince followed it with his eyes but made no attempt to counter her. So Rukia gave her sword a quick flick, and severed the clasp on his belt. 

Her purpose was to cause his breeches to fall, and give warning that he should never let his guard down in such a way, but it didn't work out as planned. Those expensively tailored pants continued to cling to his legs despite any lack of assistance, so she only managed to make his weapons clatter to the ground. But she destroyed that gaudy gold-plated belt in the process. So it was still a win in her book. 

"What was that for?" He deplored. Prince Kurosaki bent to gather his things from the ground and grumbled the entire time. 

"I didn't like your belt." Rukia stated matter-of-factly. "Next time you show up for lessons I expect you to loose this dandified get up and report wearing proper training clothes. That includes protective equipment." She stopped to glower at him for a moment while he cradled his expensive weaponry against his chest. "And I don't care how heavy or bulky the gear is, you are gonna wear it like everyone else until it feels like a second skin." 

Speaking of second skins, she wasn't quite sure why the tightness of his breeches bothered her so. Those would have to go too. There was no room for irritating distractions during these lessons. If it annoyed her she would have to do away with it.

The prince decided he had enough of her haughty behavior. He brandished his bastard sword, tossing aside his baselard and sheaths in the process. Then he swung the impossibly heavy sword at her, his steel looking to connect with her breast plate. The shear weight of the blade alone gave promise to his swing. The attack went wide. Rukia saw it coming before he even started. The sword was obviously too heavy for the Prince, it showed in the way he strained his arms and his lack of control through the motion. She was going to have to include extra strength training lessons along side his fencing, riding, and strategy lessons. But still, it was a bastard sword, and for a man with no formal training in the fighting arts he showed potential. 

When his attack whiffed and caught only air, Rukia brought her own sword around and disarmed him by striking his wrist and fingers with the flat of her blade. Kurosaki let out a startled yelp and dropped his sword. He also managed to lose his balance in the process due to the pull of his blade and managed to find himself on all fours with Rukia standing over him. 

"Let us continue with the lesson monsier~" She crowed with a devil smile alighting her features. 

The prince just scowled at her from the ground. "You'll pay for this." He grumbled. 

I am going to enjoy this. Rukia decided to herself. At first she had been confused when his Majesty, King Isshin Kurosaki gave her permission to speak and act freely when tutoring his son. Granting her permission to subject the prince through any kind of regiment and lesson she deemed necessary. But now, now she understood. This prince needed an attitude adjustment before he would be mature enough to take the throne. 

Speaking of attitude adjustments, Rukia had to remind herself to cast her eyes away from Prince Kurosaki's shapely posterior while he picked himself up off the grass. It was those damn skin tight breeches again. Those would definitely have to go, she decided.

Here’s a link to the full version if you are interested: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10975736/17/Ten-Ichigo-and-Rukia-Short-Shorts 

There is also a Part 2. 

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