#thanks to how much kara would go on about how beautiful the gardens flowers were.

[flowerakatsuka]

i already had ideas for devimega!kuroba where they were a diety, but since they're also an angel in akuma rider, it makes me kinda want me to switch things up more and make them some kind of devil in this au.... 🤔

[theramenbandit]

Hey! 8 from the happiness list or 7 from the sadness list please? If you're still taking prompts. I absolutely adore your work btw.

Well gosh, bruh 🥰

Happiness 8: Run away with me

-

“You work too hard.”

“I work just enough to keep this place from rack and ruin, thank you very much.”

She’s staring intensely at some spreadsheet or whatever, likely trying to convince Kara that she’s fine, but the fatigue in her voice, the slump of her shoulders, and the dark circles around her eyes tell a different story. Kara shakes her head in exasperation. Uncrossing her arms, she eases off the doorframe and walks over to the desk. She closes the laptop, unhooks the phone, and carefully lifts Lena off her chair. Any other day, she would be complaining, but not tonight. Tonight, Lena wraps her arms around Kara’s neck and allows herself to be carried to the couch with nary a peep of protest. Kara lays her head on her lap, and starts to gently scratch her scalp. Almost immediately, Lena relaxes. Her breathing slows and the tension in her jaw evaporates.

The weight of the world she’s trying to change melts away, and all that’s left is Lena.

And she is beautiful.

“Run away with me.” Kara whispers.

Lena smiles. “Kara, don’t be ridiculous,” she says with a soft laugh, touching her chin to Kara’s knuckles. “You know we can’t do that.”

“Okay. Run away with me for a few weeks.”

Lena slowly opens her eyes at that. She looks like she might be considering it, so Kara continues.

“Come on, what do you say? You and me, anywhere you wanna go.”

Lena’s eyes shine.

“Anywhere?”

-

The trip to Argo takes a day of planning and 46 hours of travel time. Lena spends half the trip asleep.

-

It’s Alura who greets them when they land.

“Mom, you rememb—”

“Lena! Oh how wonderful of you to visit us!”

The older woman embraces her like an old friend, and gazes upon her like a daughter. And Kara’s heart feels like it might burst.

For the next few days, Kara feels like a museum guide in charge of an overcurious guest. But she doesn’t mind. Everything fascinated Lena. She was so eager to learn all that she could, and spent most of her time either poking around with some tech or falling asleep at her translator tablet. Kara finds her in such a state one day, seated like a shrimp in the study, her dark hair falling over her face. She takes the device, bookmarks the page (3277, energy… dark matter), and moves Lena to a more comfortable location.

She’s startled to find her father next to her, Lena’s reading glasses in hand.

“She is exceptional.”

“She is.”

“I’m glad you found each other. A match like yours is rare.”

Kara’s eyes widen at what Zor-El must be implying.

“Oh. Oh no, it’s not—”

Her father only gives her a cryptic nod and softly claps a warm hand to her shoulder. He plants a kiss to the crown of her head, then puts Lena’s glasses in her palm.

-

She’s walking through the courtyard one morning, when she spots her mother near a patch of flowering hedges. Not unusual, she loves those flowers. What is unusual is that those flowers are symbolic of the union of two souls.

And that she’s talking about them to Lena.

-

Lena approaches her one evening, asks to meet her in the gardens.

“So… Your mom,” She starts. “We were talking the other day and she uh, she thinks that we’re…” Lena’s hands flail about helplessly between the two of them.

Oh, Rao.

“Yeah, funny, my dad thinks so too… But don’t worry, I didn’t—”

“No, yeah, it’s fine… I mean, I’m not…”

This might be the most awkward, most embarrassing conversation in her entire life, Kara thinks. Not even that first date with what’s-his-name from junior high could top this.

Her feelings for Lena were never easy to deal with. She’d always resorted to avoidance whenever she was forced to face their existence. And now she’s finding that she might be exposed, by her own parents, no less…

“Sorry about that. They can be a little… nosy.”

She decides to have a talk with them later, ask them to never bring it up again. But then she glances sideways at Lena, sees how the fading rays of the red sun bring out the color of her eyes, hears the music in her quiet laugh, and--

And Kara wants that. Not for a few hours every week. She wants that every day, for the rest of her life.

“Would it be so horrible, though?” she asks. “Being… together. With me?”

Lena’s gaze meets hers for a moment, then turns downward to look at her own hands. When she looks up again, the smile Lena gives her leaves no room for misinterpretation, and hope swells bright and loud in Kara’s chest.

“I don’t think it would be horrible at all.”

“Kara, darling!” Alura calls out in Kryptonian. “Supper is ready.”

Kara yells out a response and turns back to Lena. She tentatively reaches out to her.

Lena takes her hand, and threads their fingers together.

Dinner gives way to (an only slightly competitive round of) Kryptonian chess, gives way to a quiet walk under the stars, and Kara figures this was the best dumb idea she’d ever had. Lena’s head rests on her shoulder, Kara turns her cheek into her hair. She looks down at their joined hands and Kara thinks she’s found something here, in the softness of the moon’s pale glow.

It started out as running away.

Now it felt like she was coming home.

[larkawolfgirl]

5 Times Yuuri Shibuya Didn't Have Sex (And 1 Time He Did)- Chapter 6: Plans

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!

Relationship: Wolfram von Bielefeld/Shibuya Yuuri

Characters: Shibuya Yuuri, Wolfram von Bielefeld, Greta (Kyou Kara Maou!), Anissina von Karbelnikoff, Conrart Weller, Sangria (Kyou Kara Maou!)

Summary:  Yuuri never stood a chance against Wolfram’s sexual appeal.

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Yuuri decides to wait a little longer. They have waited this long, so he figures he should make the occasion special. Wolf deserves that after putting up with him. Two weeks pass until it’s Wolf’s birthday. It’s another ball. The orchestra includes a piano this time–Wolf’s favorite. Yuuri dances with him as much as possible, only stopping when some dignitary or other interrupts them or when Wolf complains that he’s too thirsty to continue. He feels so right in his arms, that he’s reluctant to let him go.

The evening passes like a dream. He never wants it to end, even though he’s thrumming with anticipation to get him alone. Wolfram’s beautiful–he’s always beautiful–but he’s smiling freely and slightly tipsy and he’s dressed in a new fitted top with extra ruffles. They dance a few times with Greta before Wolf is the one to finally suggest it.

“Wanna get out of here?”

Yuuri nods quicker than he ever has in his life. He keeps his hand in his the entire way to their room, loving how Wolf keeps leaning his head on him as they walk. When they enter their chambers, he leads Wolf directly out to the balcony. The moonlight is gleaming over the water in the fountain. It is nothing in comparison to the sight Wolfram makes, though.

“Another year,” he says wistfully.

“Together,” Yuuri says squeezing his hand.

Wolf turns from the fountain to look at him. Yuuri knows the look in his eyes by now. He wants a kiss, and Yuuri is not about to deprive him.

He tugs him in close by the small of his back, staring down into his eyes for a moment before initiating the kiss. It’s chaste, full of intent, and unspoken words. Faint chatter from the gardens drifts up, but they ignore it. The orchestra and the music of each other are so much prettier.

Again, Wolfram is the one to push further. He holds him close by the back of the head, deepening the kiss as soon as Yuuri gives him the opportunity. It’s warm and growing hotter with each second.

Pulling back to breathe, Yuuri nudges their foreheads together and squeezes his fiance’s waist. “Happy birthday, Wolf.”

“Thank you. It’s the first birthday where I feel I’ve truly gotten everything I wished for.”

Yuuri grins. “Are you sure? You still haven’t gotten me yet.”

Not biting the bait, he replies in earnest, “Yes, I have.”

“You still want to, though, right?”

Wolf gives a slight frown. “Of course, I do. But you don’t need to force it just because it’s my birthday.”

“Believe me, I’m not.”

Taking his hand again, Yuuri leads him to the bedroom. He can feel his cheeks heating as Wolf takes a look at what he’s set up. A bottle of wine waits on the table, candles have been arranged, and flower petals are strewn over the mattress.

“Yuuri,” Wolf breathes.

The double-black scratches the back of his head. “I know it’s cliche, but I didn’t know what else to do to make it romantic.”

The blonde puts a finger to his lips, before replacing it with a kiss. “It’s sweet.”

“So, um,” he swallows, “what do you want to do? Enjoy the wine, or…?”

“If you’re really sure, then, I’m done waiting.”

“Good.” Yuuri sighs, feeling a ton of anxious energy leaving him. He didn’t know what he would have done if Wolf had laughed at the setup. Still, he kind of just stands there, unsure exactly what to do next.

Wolf sits down on the edge of the bed and leans back on his elbows. He eyes Yuuri up. “Are you going to join me or not?”

“R-right!” He sits down eagerly which causes the bed to shake.

Wolf chuckles. “You’re definitely excited, aren’t you? To think a few weeks ago you were too scared.”

“That’s…I wasn’t really scared,” he protests.

The blonde raises his eyebrows looking unconvinced. “Oh?”

“There’s a difference between being scared and ready. It’s a lot.”

Wolf nods thoughtfully. “Ah. That makes sense. You’re sure it isn’t still too much? Because I don’t think I can handle it if we end up stopping again.”

Yuuri chuckles. “I don’t think I can either. Do you have any idea how much you’ve turned me on since we got engaged?”

The blonde smirks. “I have some idea.”

Yuuri entwines their fingers on the mattress. “It’s not just that, okay? I…Iloveyou.” The words come out in a rush.

The blonde understands though. His eyes widen, then shimmer with emotion. “You finally said it,” he whispers.

“Yeah, uh, sorry about that.” He cups his cheek, bringing their faces close together. “It’s just…I don’t know. Words are hard. And like, it doesn’t seem like enough…somehow.”

Wolfram’s beaming. Yuuri is captivated beyond words. “Well, I love you too, wimp.”

Yuuri isn’t sure which of them leans in for the kiss, maybe they both do. All he knows is that one moment he’s staring into green jewels and the next he’s tasting sweet nectar. He isn’t sure how he lucked out to embrace an angel, but he’ll happily hold him close to make sure he never flies away.

It only takes a minute or two until Wolf has straddled his lap. They are kissing without pause, hands touching as much as they can through their clothes. Eventually, they take an extended break to catch their breath. Yuuri runs his hands up the blonde’s thighs and hips. He fingers the edge of his top.

“Can I?”

The blonde nods, and Yuuri can’t pull the shirt off quick enough. He’s so enthusiastic, he doesn’t undo all the clasps, and one gets caught in fine blonde hair.

“Ow!”

Cringing, Yuuri struggles to untangle the hair from the shirt. “Sorry.”

When he can finally see his face again, it’s twisted into a scowl. “Don’t do that again.”

“I didn’t mean to!”

Huffing, Wolf grabs the bottom of his shirt and tugs it up roughly in retaliation. Of course, there are only fake buttons and Yuuri’s hair is a lot shorter, so nothing gets caught on the way. He looks a bit disappointed at this.

“Do you want me to grow my hair out so you can get it caught on things?”

Are his cheeks pinker? He answers quietly, “That’s okay.”

His fingers trace over the expanse of his chest, so Yuuri follows suit. This is not the first time they’ve felt each other up like this, but it’s charged with the knowledge that they will finally be going further. If they aren’t interrupted this time, that is. The door is locked, though, and Yuuri made sure to instruct the guard earlier that evening to not let anyone besides them in unless it was a matter of life or death. Because honestly, at this point, it feels like he might die if they stop again. Assured that nothing should end this early, he forces himself to savor it rather than rushing. Hormones might be screaming in his veins, but Wolf is a treasure that deserves appreciation.

He runs the pad of his thumb over a nipple. He’s rewarded with a beautiful shudder, so he does it again.

The blonde mewls and pushes back in for another round of kisses. He’s gyrating, and it doesn’t take Yuuri long to about lose it. He might be set on savoring this, but he isn’t built for prolonged restraint. If they don’t move things along, they might not be able to.

He leans back, sighing out his name. His hands find those glorious legs again. “We should…Can you get up?” He’s sure he’s blushing.

Wolfram complies. He stands up directly in front of the bed, within Yuuri’s reach. Yuuri’s hands shake as he starts to work his pants open.

“Hey.” Wolf’s hand covers his. “Do you want me to do it?”

Yuuri shakes his head, giving a reassuring smile. “No, I got this.” Not fully, however. He can only push them down so far from his position on the bed. Wolfram is quick to take over for him, stepping out of them fully. Now there’s only the matter of untying his thong. Yuuri gulps, but gets to it.

There is tension in the air when the last garment falls to the ground. Neither of them says or does anything for a second. Then Yuuri’s brain jolts with the realization that he needs to say or do something. Otherwise, Wolfram will be worried, won’t he?

“You’re beautiful.” He’s lost count of how many times he’s told him this, but it’s the only thing he can think to say.

His fiance releases a long sigh, then pulls him up to stand. “Now you.”

He crouches down as he works on the garments. Yuuri’s brain nearly explodes at the sight of him so close to his crotch as he undresses him. He can’t help licking his lips as first his pants and then underwear is removed.

Wolfram doesn’t stand up when he’s done either. “Now what?”

Yuuri sucks in a breath. He’s so close. He could just…But that’s not how tonight is supposed to go. Yeah, he has a plan, doesn't he? “We should get back on the bed,” he says heavily.

They climb up together, easily fitting back together. Yuuri pushes him onto his back, slotting himself as close as possible. Full skin-to-skin contact is even better than he imagined. Their groins meet in blessed friction. Back and forth, they move like choreographed dancers. He’s getting carried away too much. This is supposed to be special, not just impulsive humping. Still, it takes effort to separate.

When he starts to move away, Wolf tries to pull him back. “Hold on,” Yuuri assures. “Just gotta get something.”

He stumbles over to the closet and riffles through his bag until he finds the bottle of lubricant.

Wolf pulls him back into an embrace. “Look at you being prepared.”

Yuuri chuckles. “I tried.”

Things move along easier than he expected. As embarrassing as it had been trying to research what the hell to do in this situation, his instincts take over more than he thought they would. It helps that Wolfram is active and instructive. The blonde is prepped and ready before Yuuri knows it, and he has to suck in a huge breath at what comes next. He’s about to join with his fiance. He’s about to join with a beautiful angel–or devil–or wherever other mystical creature you want to call him! For a split second, he freezes, feeling entirely undeserving of this right.

Wolfram’s hand finds his and entwines their fingers. He’s smiling and nudging him forward with the back of his calf. “Get a move on, wimp.”

That’s all it takes to push him that inch forward, and he’s sinking into heaven. Or maybe hell? Yuuri still doesn’t know how to think as a demon, but that doesn’t matter when he’s this close to his Wolf. His Wolf who’s waited so patiently and dealt with all of his personal shit-storm. His Wolf who did not complain once at becoming a father overnight or having to protect him from danger on the regular. His Wolf who’s honestly perfect in every way.

He has to still to pet over his face with his other hand still entwined with Wolf’s as it is, but it is worth it for the look Wolf gives him in return.

“You’re perfect.”

A tiny exhale. “So…are you.”

That’s a lie. It’s such a lie, it’s laughable. But Yuuri isn’t going to ruin the moment by arguing. Instead, he drops his hand to the mattress so that he can hold himself up again. “No, you’re special.”

Wolf makes a keening noise, either at his words or his resumed movements.

“I can’t believe it took me so long to realize,” Yuuri continues. The words are falling easily as if his filter has dissolved into the pleasure. “I really do love you, Wolf.”

His fiance wraps his legs around him and kisses him desperately. The whole exchange is desperate. Like it’s the culmination of every previous exchange into one focal point. Soon, Yuuri’s brain shuts off entirely. He thinks he says more, and maybe Wolfram says something, too. There is touching and desire and climax, but that isn’t the conclusion. Nothing could end this thing that’s born between them. That’s the first thought he has when thought returns. The second is that he’s glad their hands are still entwined.

He kisses Wolfram’s mouth again, just a light peck. “Are you awake?”

“Hmm,” he hums, sounding ready to fall asleep any moment.

Yuuri rolls them over so that his fiance’s head can rest on his chest. “I know you’re tired, but tomorrow we should start talking about the wedding…”

Wolfram starts to sit up but gives up halfway with a groan. “Ow. Are you serious!”

It’s adorable how excited he is. “Yeah.”

“We can talk now.” He yawns as soon as the words are out.

“Are you sure? I’m tired, so I can only imagine how tired you are.”

“I’m awake enough for this ,” he insists.

He isn’t, though. They begin to discuss a date and only get so far as deciding the season before Wolfram falls asleep midsentence. Yuuri isn’t annoyed, though. He expected as much. He pets through soft blonde hair before closing his eyes to sleep himself. They have more than enough time to discuss their plans.

[bokutoisbestowl]

Fem!S/O; Meetings, Feelings and Futures: Kenma, Aone and Kyoutani

Thank you so much @kara-grayson04 for requesting!! 💞💞 I hope you enjoy it and that its good enough!!

Also thank you for requesting for Aone that man makes me S O F T 🥺🥺🥺

So I’m going to be introducing a master taglist, but it'll be limited to about 40-50 people, so please don’t hesitate to ask!! SMAU’s will have their own separate, unlimited taglist (unless Tumblr has some limitation I don’t know about) that you'd have to ask to be added to separately. 

The headcanons may be a bit shorter than usual just because of it being multiple characters but I hope you guess still enjoy it! Feedback is always welcome!

As always, requests are: O P E N

Kenma

You two met during high school, through Kuroo of course. see, rooster boy thought that having another game obsessed friend would make Kenma come out of his shell a little bit

little did he know that it wouldn’t change a thing apart from the fact that he now had two nerds to look after

at first, Kenma didn't really think much of it, you were just another person who befriended Kuroo and would most likely see around quite a lot.

when he saw you, he would be polite and node or mumble his greetings but that was about it at first. You were similar in a way and honestly Kuroo almost regretted it. 

almost

Kenma didn't know when it happened, all he knew was that one day he just saw you and blushed like a mad man after realising just how beautiful you were. He didn’t know why you, a simple acquaintance (at least) suddenly became the only thought in his mind

he loved how patient you were with him, even when he was being bluntly analytical of everything, you would simply smile whereas someone else would have complained or just left

he remembers speaking to you about his distaste for hot and cold weather, saying there was not in between. one was too hot, the other too cold and you just nodded along 

“That's why I prefer spring and autumn, they're the transitioning seasons so the weather can be more balanced.”

Kenma is just shook that you didn’t point out the obvious that well, one is summer and the other is winter.

you two just starting talking a lot more and Kenma starting falling deeper and deeper and so you did you

although you managed to keep it hidden a bit better but not by much

you two would always look over each others shoulders when playing games together, trying to help each other out and occasionally will discuss games seriously; their design, animation, mechanics basically a range of things

you two became friends quickly after actually talking to each other and his feelings only really became clear when you were absent from school one day

he started texting you straight away, hearing from Kuroo that you were ill and home because your parents still had to work. Surprisingly, he’d managed to convince Kuroo to let him check up on you after practice since your parents worked late

both were shocked seeing you covered in blankets with a red nose, teared up eyes (from all the sneezing) and an exhausted aura opening the door, Kuroo quickly getting Kenma to take you to your room whilst he looked for food to give you

Kenma made sure you were covered with a blanket, grabbing a cold towel to place on your forehead. But rather than sit in silence, he because quietly talking about the newest game, smiling when you became discussing it as well

honestly this boy was falling in deep

collabs are a must when you two create your youtube channels in University, whether it was gaming, challenges or vlogs, around half of yours and his videos always include the other person

your fans are starting to ship you to together, Kuroo being their leader

little did they know you two had been dating since your third year, Kenma having awkwardly gotten his sims character to ask your sims character out on a date and then asking

“So... should we go out for real or?”

you agreed instantly of course

Uni had gone passed easily and your relationship remained strong throughout the years, going on dates every Thursday (both in real life and on any game you could manage)

when you weren't going out on dates, you two were lounging in your shared room or sitting in the living room of the house playing games or watching movies

Life got better after he proposed

he did it after graduation in the celebratory dinner, with help from Kuroo and some of you University friends

you could tell he was slightly embarrassed but luckily it was a private dinner in your residence so he wasn't that bothered. Of course he wanted it to be private but he also lowkey wants to show your relationship off like

“Look at this beautiful woman I am asking to marry me. Like if she says yes i’ll be shook.”

and he was.

Your daughter came along soon after the wedding which was much more simple than anyone expected. You two got married in the back garden of your childhood friends in front of close family and friends.

Pregancy was difficult, but it did give you time to actually play some games rather than having to work all the time plus your YouTube Channel became a family channel

Kenma was forever supportive, reading up on what to expect and how he can help. He never really asserted himself as the type of partner to tell you not to do something, he knew you understood your limitations and so left you to it

but he was always by your side, no matter what

And when Kanna was born, you both fell in love all over again. She was the perfect mixture of you both, with Kenma’s shy, introvert personality and your socialable, patient personality 

honestly Kenma was glad of it, knowing that being a major introvert can sometimes be harmful, but he knew his daughter would be fine.

if not then BET he will do everything he can to make sure any problem gets solved quickly

his favourite thing though? 

Coming home from work to find his two girls asleep on the sofa

Kanna cuddled up ontop of her mother and you holding your daughter securely in your arms, the two of you breathing softly

calm and serene

it was that he though of when he came up to you one night, wrapping his arm around your waist gently and kissing your shoulder

“...Lets have another.”

Aone

You were on the train when he first saw you properly. Of course he’d seen you around school but didn't really think much of it since his school mates never really spoke to him anyway

something about him being too intimidating to approach (rude)

BUT on the day when the two of you met, the train was way too crowded and you were honestly suffering. getting crushed between bodies or walls daily was getting exhausting and you couldn;t take much more

thankfully you spotted an empty seat and Aone. It wasn;t that you were hesitant because of him, no, you just didn’t want to disturb him if it happened to be that he liked to be alone. but it wouldn;t hurt to ask, right?

so carefully you walked across the train and smiled at him politely, nodding towards the seat next to him

“hello Aone, would you mind if I sat next to you?”

HOLY SHIT HE WAS SOFT IMMEDIATELY

this baby nodded and stiffened as you sat down, he couldn’t believe you’d actually done it and that you seemed so calm and relaxed. did he not scare you??

the two of you sat in silence but that was fine with Aone because someone was sitting next to him

both of you were surprised when you got off at the same stop, you smiling shyly up at him as he let you off first. you were surprised once again to find him walking the same way as you

you walked next to him silently, enjoying his company until it was time to head your separately ways

“Well, thank you for letting me side beside you Aone, I really appreciate it... do you... think I could sit next to you again.. tomorrow?”

he quickly nodded, blush rising from his next to the tips of his ears

you two soon fell into a pattern, whenever you would see each other you would smile and wave, him returning the kind gesture - even at school time which made a lot of people curious and weary 

eventually you began waiting for him after practice, quietly waiting outside the gym and smiling when he would come out. he would always nod, giving you a look that you recognised as him saying “please wait a few more minutes” as he went up to get changed

will forever be surprised to see you still standing outside waiting for him

it would always be the same, quiet routine with Aone allowing you on the train first so you could sit first or get the last seat and he would simply stand in front of you, watching over you like a guardian of some sort

on occasions where the train was fully packed, he would gently guide you to a rail - oddly thankful for his intimidating nature since it would lead to people making room for you

once it starts to get darker, Aone refuses to let you walk home alone and goes out of his way just to make sure you get home safely. 

you were grateful for it though, simply because of the company

your parents met him once and they loved him. it was like they could also see his kind nature, smiling at him and always thanking him for getting their daughter home safely

he would always nod and bow politely

honestly he adores you because goddamn it finally someone isn't scared of him

goes out of his way to ensure your safety, happiness and comfort. listens to your every word. sometimes he’ll respond to you and sometimes he speaks with his eyes but either way he (and you) are content in each others presence 

your relationship moved quickly, dating after only a few months of properly knowing each other but neither of you would have it either way

you supported him in his volleyball career as much as you could, coming to his games or cheering him on when you couldn't make it. If playing is what he wanted to do alongside work then you were happy as long as he was

will bring you flowers and replaces those flowers once they die

all he asks is for kisses 

despite the quick beginning, it took four years for you to get married and another two for you to have your children. 

the wedding was beautiful, all your friends and family there, even his old high school friends (including the third years from back in his second year)

everyone was happy that this guy finally found love

the pregnancy was unplanned, and you were both shocked.

you’d missed your period and decided to take a test, Aone came home to you on the sofa, holding some baby shoes that you had gotten during the day to surprise him with

he was s h o o k

imagine both your surprise when you found out you were having twins

when you went into labour, Aone was terrified that his children would be scared of him, but his thoughts were quickly shoved aside when he heard his son cry out. and then his daughter

his heart was beating so fast, man was thankful they were in a hospital.

your son, Reo, calmed in your arms leaving your daughter, Aoi, to her father.

she cooed instantly and was labelled daddy’s girl

straight away

Reo was a lot like Aone in that he was oddly silent, even for a baby, you guessed he must have picked up on it and just went with it

Aoi was more like you, the talker of the pair and smiles all around

it was one day when he was watching the three of you play that he chuckled to himself, smiling happily.

Once upon a time his concern was that no one would sit next to him on the train

now it was that one day his daughter would get a boyfriend

god bless that boy

“Aoi, boys who are friends are okay. Boyfriends are banned.”

“Daddy... what’s a boyfriend?”

Kyoutani

Okay so ya’ll met under bad circumstances. and by that I mean he shoved passed you and knocked you on your ass, not even sparing a glance to you as you walked passed.

a bunch of the male students were immediately shouting at him for being rude to a girl, female students coming to help you up whilst the culprit just sulked off somewhere

you were a first year, friends to Kindaichi and Kunimi and also lowkey manager of the team

you had heard that Iwaizumi was having to take up some of the role and felt bad, since you were there watching your boys anyway you thought might as well so you spoke to him and Oikawa about applying for the position

You were SHOCKED to find him there, like how did a guy that unsociable get into a club??

you soon found out about the teams troubles with him and realised that it’s just his personality

but he was good at the game, despite stealing a few of Kindaichi’s sets and just being plain rude. But you loved how he was with Oikawa, laughing quietly to yourself as the older boy pouted when he was being ignored

Kyoutani thought nothing of you at first, you were just some girl he’d bumped into but then he saw you in club and was annoyed

did you follow him here to scold him cause it wouldn’t work

but then he saw how kind and attentive you actually were and boy was soon blushing (but only slightly)

it pissed him off whenever you went to Iwaizumi or Oikawa because obviously he saw Iwaizumi as the big dog and Oikawa was.... Oikawa so gross 

was also surprised when you came over to give him a towel, because he thought he’d scared you off with his rudeness

blinks before nodding and wiping he face, feeling your presence move before swiftly catching your wrist

“Sorry... ‘bout before”

you just smiled and nodded at him, when he let you go (he was receiving looks off of Iwaizumi otherwise he could have stayed like that staring into your eyes for the rest of practice) you went back to your friends, laughing at Kindaichi as he demanded for information

Oddly enough he became a lot calmer when you were around because you were call him out for his mistakes

“That wasn’t your set Kyoutani, you need to wait otherwise your spikes won’t be as strong as they usually are and might get blocked easily.”

honestly you didn’t know if your words were actually helping but he seemed to take them in a wait for Oikawa to actually set to him

it didn’t work all the time however, in actual matches he got so into it that he just forgets and acts out

Oikawa and Iwaizumi sometimes look to you to calm him down, again sometimes it works and sometimes all you can do is shrug and say you tried

no one is sure of when you two started hanging out or dating but it just kinda happened

like one day you just kinda went “yeah he’s my boyfriend” and visa versa

he would walk you home on the grounds of Iwaizumi telling him to

you walked home alone because Kindaichi and Kunimi didn't live near you and Iwaizumi just turned to mad dog like “Walk her home. We need to make sure our manager gets home safely.”

everyone thought he’d put up a fight but he just turned, grabbed your hand and starting walking.

will continue to hold your hand and actually intertwine your fingers if he sees other boys walking past you two

kinda like a claim? but a sweet one like

“back off she’s mine”

you were sad when, a year later, he graduated but he always came back to walk you home at the end of day like routine

like I said before, no one was sure when you two started dating they just knew he was soft for you but still growly and glaring

you didn't mind though because he treated you gently

you got pregnant after you left high school and starting working. well, a few years into your job you got pregnant.

totally unplanned and definitely outside of marriage

your mothers were like “excuse me. what”

he proposed a few days later

I say proposed

you two were led in bed and he just turned around and said “you wanna get married or what?”

you legit just nodded all chill like and said “sure why not”

instant grin and kisses because he loves the playfulness

you ended up having a son who was exactly like his father and finally

after all these years

Kyoutani got a taste of his own medicine

“He’s such a fucking little shit.”

“He’s your son smh.”

Itsuki was born with a scowl on his face, Kyoutani was sure of it. he swears to whatever god he can that he saw it with his own eyes

but there are some moments where he remembers just how much he loves his son

but in all seriousness, seeing his son take after him so much fills him with joy and he’s so happy that they have that little mad dog

any future children (daughters) will be well protected

“Mommy... I want a baby brother.”

Kyoutani just sits there grinning

“You heard the rascal.”

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[yakocchi]

Be My Princess Social // Yakov Chernenkov, Season 1, Episode 1

// The Great Prince of the Country of Ice

o wats this, self-indulgent crap?? haha the joke is that all the translations i post are self-indulgent crap, thank you for coming to the press conference

This is going to be part of a translation of the Yakov Chernenkov route for the Be My Princess Social Platforms (GREE, Joshige, Eternal Kiss, etc.)

I figured this should be… relatively all right given that it seems like Voltage is done with BMP Social games forever in terms having English versions. tbh kinda surprised no one ever took the task of doing it. publicly at least? i searched a bit, found nothing. if someone already did it pls tell me lol  …..but i guess something like this is a stan’s job to do, right (ﾟ▽ﾟ*) 

idk, we’ll see how this goes… only did 1 ep as a test run to see if i feel like doing this rn lol this is lengthy endeavor

Image-heavy!! Please credit if you take any of it, thenk u (･ω･*)

Intro & Legend

This route is similar to Zain’s in that they wipe just about everything from the Paid version (the one with Sergei and the Anastasia backstory…lol that was wild thinking abt it) and start anew with the character. But Yakov is different from all the other BMP1 characters in that they also changed his personality almost completely. This is reflected in his profile when they change his blood type and age from the Paid version (B → O, 25 → 31)

If you’re familiar with the Social Zain route, you can kinda see through his bits how they changed him. A BMP fansite master describes him as “high-handed, but charismatic - a person with the character of a king” which sums it up better than anything I could ever think up

So I guess it would be a good idea to not carry over expectations from the Paid app route to this route because that’s just a recipe for disappointment lol. i know a lot of people like the Yakov from the Paid route, so I wanted to put that out there. It’s a shame bc that character is effectively “gone” but… the yakov i stan is the social one, so if that had to happen so my 2d man could come into existence…well…

thank u for ur sacrifice

➤ are my own commentary.

➢ are the choices that pop up. For the most part I have both (iirc I don’t have one near the end bc I forgot I was trying to pick the wrong ones on purpose lol). Note that all my wrong answers are from the original version’s text and thus they may have been changed for EK. Correct answers are labeled with ❆

➼ at the end of a line signals that the choice text has “ended” and it returns back to the general text. The general text resumes on the line that begins with a ➼. This is mostly just for organization on my part - the docs I type+format these on get very, very annoying to scroll through, so

Bolded dialogue reflect the screencaps.

I hope you enjoy some part of it! ( ´◡` ) Thanks for reading

Episode 1 // The Great Prince of the Country of Ice

➤ Interestingly, the original title they used for GREE and Joshige is The Cold, Rational Prince of Sanct Sybil Kingdom. I dunno why they would change it except maybe it was too long for the title card to look pretty lol

When I opened the door at the sound of the chime, there stood a man wearing a gentle smile on his face. Taking note of my presence, he places his hand to his breast and gracefully bows.

[Zain]: “You must be Miss Kara Go. I am Zain, the personal steward of Nobel Michel Castle.” [Zain]: “As promised, I have come to pick you up.” [Kara]: “Y-Yes. I am indeed Kara Go.” [Kara]: “To go out of your way to come here - thank you so much.” (Am I really… not just dreaming here?) Pulling a letter out from my pocket, I recall the events over the past few days that had led up to today.

I had torn the seal of a blank-white envelope that had no written return address, and my eyes widened in shock. “I want you to become an exclusive designer.” In the enclosed message - along with a bit of contact information, the end of the letter had been signed by Nobel the XIII, the lord of Nobel Michel Castle. (This must be some sort of mistake… A-Anyhow, I should try to verify it.) Thinking that, I call the contact number on the letter…

But, indeed - the letter was not a mistake, and they spoke to me about wanting to have a proper consultation about the position. I was told that Lord Nobel wanted some time to talk in-person with me, and eventually the promised day where I felt that my dreams were coming over the horizon… finally came. (Even when it’s finally here, in front of me of like this, I still can’t believe it…) [Zain]: “Thus, His Grace awaits. Let us depart.” [Kara]: “O-Okay…” With a spring to my step, I get onto the limousine with Zain.

(It would’ve never crossed my mind that I’d be going to Nobel Michel Castle for a second time.) (And on top of that, I’ve been called here in terms of being a designer of all things…) I was pretty nervous the time I had come here for Jean Pierre’s errand, but now I’m even more nervous compared to that day. I felt my heart noisily thumping as I waited for Lord Nobel, and eventually the parlor door opened.

[Zain]: “My Lady, we must deeply apologize.” [Zain]: “His Grace’s conference is going longer than expected, so it seems you will have to wait a few moments longer.” [Kara]: “I see…” [Zain]: “Since you took your most valued time to come here― Would you like to take a look around the castle gardens until the conference is over?” [Kara]: “Castle gardens… you say?” [Zain]: “Indeed. Several varieties of the rare flowers we raise are currently in bloom– so if it pleases you, I can guide you around.” (You don’t get the chance to tour the Nobel Castle gardens everyday.) [Kara]: “Then, if you may.” [Zain]: “Very well. Shall we go now?” With Zain as my guide, I get to visit the castle gardens.

[Kara]: “Wow… it’s absolutely stunning.” [Zain]: “Thank you. Everyone who visits these gardens tend to voice similar sentiments about it.” The courtyard stretched over a vast space, and it was a feast for the eyes even with a simple glance. (In a way, it’s as if I’ve been sucked into a fairy tale.) As Zain explained the parts and features within it, I was completely enamored by the beautiful garden― When an teenage boy clad in a butler’s uniform comes running to us from the castle.

[???]: “Zain! So this is where you were.” [Zain]: “…Theo, you are before a guest.” [Zain]: “I must apologize, My Lady.” [Zain]: “This is Theo, who is training in this castle as an apprentice steward.” The boy called Theo – at being scolded by Zain, straightened his posture accordingly.

➤ i can’t believe bmp2 stans denied us from having the wacky family sitcom a theo route would have smh my head bro

[Theo]: “…I am Theo.” [Kara]: “I’m Kara. Nice to meet you, Theo.” [Theo]: “M-Mhm…” Theo, whose face still held remnants of childlike youth, averted his eyes shyly. Then Zain, who had witnessed all of this, lightly presses the boy in a gentle tone. [Zain]: “Theo, did you have any matters to discuss with me?” [Theo]: “Ah-, right! I was sent by His Grace to relay this message to you.” [Theo]: “He urgently wants your input on something, so you gotta come to the conference room.” [Zain]: “His Grace does?” [Zain]: “But, right now…” His eyebrows knit together, as if troubled. With a smile I turn to him. [Kara]: “I’ll be all right by myself. Though while I wait, may I take a look around the garden?” [Zain]: “Yes, of course.” [Zain]: “I apologize for being unable to guide you around myself for now– but if you could meet with me afterwards…” [Zain]: “Can you wait just a moment?” [Kara]: “All right.” Sounding apologetic in his words, he then goes with Theo towards the castle. (Being the exclusive butler to Lord Nobel must be quite the busy job…) I thought about that as I took a stroll around the calm gardens, sunlight beaming… When―

[Man]: “Please, at least, once more– Please consider thinking about it…!” The cries of a man at his wits’ end cut through the silence of the courtyard. (Is something going on…?) Looking in the direction of the voice, I find three men standing from the other side of the building. The shouting from earlier seems to have come from a man who looked slightly older from other two, and said man also seemed to be desperately calling for something. [Man]: “…The state of the administration right now still is unstable.” [Man]: “If we act too carelessly, the balance of the three nations could collapse once more!” [???]: “…I have long past made a decision.” The words that had answered the aggravated man were bound to a terribly icy voice. As this man stood with his back facing me, I was unable to see his face; but from pitch alone he seemed to be a young man. With his long, platinum-blond hair having been pleated into a single braid, he silently rebuffs the rage of the older one.

[???]: “Even if you did indeed manage to chase me all the way here― Decisions are not something to turn back from.” [???]: “That is all that need be said, so I shall leave first.” [Man]: “…Yakov–Sir, why are you this impatient?!” [Man]: “It can't be that you don’t realize that now is a crucial time for the country, is it…?!”  In pure exasperation, the older man grabs onto the man called Yakov. But in doing so, a man in a butler’s uniform that had stood across from him swiftly yanks the man off.

[Butler]: “What are you thinking in that head of yours, grabbing onto someone of his (Yakov’s) status?” [Butler]: “Even if you get imprisoned for disrespecting the state, this is an inexcusable situation you’ve found yourself in.”

➤ so the term he uses is specifically for lèse-majesté, which is the fancy term for insulting the ruling sovereign, monarchy, ruling state, etc. etc. but i didn’t want to just throw in that term bc i felt like it’s not… very common? idk i feel like the bmp mc wouldn’t know what that is granted i guess you could do the galaxy brain take and be like “she doesn’t know what that term is and that’s why she couldn’t piece together that yakov is royalty” 

[Man]: “Urgh…!”   The older man was then pinned to the ground, and as his arms were confined behind his back, he groans in pain. The moment I see the expression on his face, a cry spills out from my lips.

[Kara]: “Ah…!” [Yakov]: “…!” Hearing my voice, the platinum-blond man whips his head around. 

His eyes, peeking out from behind his long bangs and deep blue like the sea, then sharply leveled at me. [Yakov]: “…What is your business?” [Kara]: “Uh…”

(What should I answer with?) Menacingly asked to speak, I…

➢ I’m unable to say anything. ➢ “He’s in pain.” ❆

➢ I’m unable to say anything. (This person… has an awfully intimidating air to him.) Unable to say anything particularly impactful, I only turn my eyes to the man held to the ground. ➼

➢ “He’s in pain.” [Kara]: “I don’t know what’s going on here, but you’ve gone too far… He’s in pain.” [Yuri]: “Of course. It’s only natural for it to hurt when you’re bound down like this.” The man in the butler’s uniform answers me with a smile plastered on his face. (What the-… He’s smiling, but it’s honestly quite frightening-) [Kara]: “B-But… if you end up injuring him, that’d be terrible, no…?!” While paralyzed with fear, I managed to raise my voice at him. ➼ 

➼ With that, the platinum-blond man shifts his eyes to the man in the butler’s uniform. [Yakov]: “―Yuri, release him.” [Yuri]: “…” At his words, the one called Yuri immediately relinquishes his hold.

➤ Yuri’s name might actually be Urey, as one of Ivan’s Birthday Event routes note how Ivan’s wolf Urey and butler Yuri have the same name (by coincidence). But the JPN version always spells it as Yuri so I’m just used to it. Not that you should really be taking the app’s romanization as official though given they have stuff like “Lewis” (Louis), “Jean” (Jan), and the occasional “Robert” for Roberto ( ´_ゝ｀) 

As the older man staggers back up from the ground, the blond man speaks to the two of them. [Yakov]: “Do not start trouble in the castle grounds of other kingdoms.” [Yakov]: “ ―Regarding what happened here today, I shall overlook it this time. Good?” [Yuri]: “Understood.” [Man]: “…My sincere apologies.” As the two men lower their heads, the man called Yakov then directs his piercing gaze towards me.

[Yakov]: “Forget what you just saw and heard here. Not a word to anyone.” With only those words to me, he leaves with the other two following behind him. (That “Yakov” person, and “Yuri” too… what terrifying people.) Alone in the garden, I was completely petrified to the spot from the overwhelming pressure those men had left me with.

[Theo]: “―Miss Kara, here is where His Grace’s been hanging o– awaiting your presence, rather.” Afterwards, Lord Nobel’s conference had ended and Theo had come to take me to him. While heading to the parlor where His Grace was waiting, Theo’s innocent self causes a smile to crack my features. [Kara]: “Just ‘Kara’ is fine, Theo. On that note, you don’t have to speak so formally with me.” [Theo]: “Uh- But…” [Kara]: “I’ll be more at ease and less nervous that way.” [Kara]: “Besides, I’m in a similar situation as you.” [Theo]: “‘Similar’?” [Kara]: “I’m only a rookie designer.” [Kara]: “So like how you’re an apprentice butler, it’s kind of a similar position.” [Theo]: “Gotcha…” At my explanation, Theo, apparently happy about some part of it, breaks into a smile. [Theo]: “…I get you. Then- When we’re together like this, I’ll be sure to do it.” [Theo]: “Since only super-distinguished people ever come to this castle, I get pretty stressed out.” [Kara]: “Hehe, I’m feeling the same too. Just entering this castle makes me anxious.”

[Theo]: “Right?! Lord Nobel and Zain treat me really well so it’s all right for now, but…” Theo wore a smile that was quite fitting for a young boy like himself. Calmed by his pure sincerity, I enter the reception room.

[Theo]: “…Your Grace, I have brought Miss Kara Go.” [Nobel]: “Thank you for your hard work.” [Nobel]: “Kara, sorry for making you have to wait on me when I was the one who called you up here.” Lord Nobel wears a merry smile on his face as he kindly welcomes me. I bow my head down in gratitude. [Kara]: “I am, indeed, Kara Go.” [Kara]: “Thank you for inviting me to such a meeting.” [Nobel]: “You don’t have to greet me so formally,”  [Nobel]: “as the truth still stands that I was the one who summoned you today. I just wanted to talk with ya about something.” [Nobel]: “―So, Kara, do you know of the country of Sanct Sybil?” [Kara]: “Yes. I’m only knowledgeable with news and info that’s been reported to the public, but…”

Sanctis, Sybil, Versurk― Those three countries had united into one, and the resulting nation is apparently called “Sanct Sybil” from what I’ve heard. With this as my sole knowledge of the country, Lord Nobel speeds up the conversation.

[Nobel]: “Then I’ll cut to the chase.” [Nobel]: “The truth is that Sanct Sybil is planning to join the Nobel Michel Alliance.” [Nobel]: “As they’re still a new nation, they’re searching for talent both inside and outside the country.” [Nobel]: “In pursuit of capable individuals, the prince of Sanct Sybil has come to me for some guidance, so…” Cutting his own words short, a smile then markedly graces his features.

[Nobel]: “Kara, you are to be the exclusive designer of Sanct Sybil Castle.” [Nobel]: “I thought that I’d like to go see you work there.” [Kara]: “Uh-…” (I’m… going to be the exclusive designer… for a royal castle?!)

[Nobel]: “Besides yourself, I’ve been in talks with other talented folks in all sorts of industries.” [Nobel]: “It’s only the designer position that’s yet to be decided.” [Nobel]: “I personally wanted to recommend you, but… what do you think?” [Kara]: “Um… I’m truly grateful to be able to have this conversation with you, but…” [Kara]: “Since I’m still new to this, I don’t have any achievements to show for anything.” [Kara]: “Knowing that, why did you call on me for this…?” I can’t hide my own utter confusion from his sudden invitation. Voicing my bewildered thoughts with that question, the corners of his lips quirk up into a smile.

[Nobel]: “I learned about you through a list I asked from Jean Pierre.” Lord Nobel, upon consulting with the prince of Sanct Sybil, requested Jean Pierre to produce a list of designers with promising futures. (Jean Pierre himself put me on that list…) [Nobel]: “Certainly, you don’t have any prior accolades… but within the multitude of applicants, I saw your design sketches,” [Nobel]: “and I was considerably charmed by them.” [Nobel]: “I grew delighted just from simply looking at that design.” [Nobel]: “And for that reason I wish to bring you to Sanct Sybil, a nation newly born into this world.” [Nobel]: “I think that a person full of zeal like yourself is necessary for such a place.”   [Kara]: “Your Grace…” [Nobel]: “By all means, please consider it for me.” (I’m simply unworthy to be having this sort of discussion…)

At Lord Nobel’s invitation, I…

➢ “Give me some time.” ❆ ➢ “If it is all right with the other party…”

➢ "Give me some time.” Having heard all of this from Lord Nobel so far, the feeling of wanting to give it a shot comes to me. (But…) [Kara]: “…Could you give me a bit of time to think about it?” [Nobel]: ”Of course. You should go ponder it a great deal before coming to a decision.”  ➼

➢ “If it is all right with the other party…” [Kara]: “If it is all right with the other party, I feel that I would like to accept this offer.” [Kara]: “However…” There’s an uneasy feeling in my heart about it, and my words drift off. Then Lord Nobel, as if he understood my thoughts nods his head once. [Nobel]: “It’s all right if you don’t rush yourself to a decision.”  ➼

➼ [Nobel]: “Can you give Zain an answer a few days from now?” [Kara]: “Understood.” Putting my answer on hold for a moment, I depart Nobel Castle.

(The chance to be the exclusive designer for a royal castle won’t ever come by me again, but…) (While Jean Pierre is having a hard time, I can’t just leave him like this.) Turning down the offer to be dropped off at my apartment, I head towards the office of Jean Pierre.

[Jean Pierre]: “Oh my, is that ma petite?” [Kara]: “Pierre!” Not expecting to meet him like this, I’m surprised to see him here. As if he had sensed something about me, he smiles.

[Jean Pierre]: “…With a face like that, looks like you got something to talk about, hmm?” [Jean Pierre]: “Instead of standing around outside to chat, please just come on in.”

Pierre unlocks the door to his office and I come inside. [Jean Pierre]: “You somehow came all the way here… Could it be that you had talked with Lord Nobel?” [Kara]: “…Yes.” [Kara]: “I received an invitation to work as the exclusive designer of Sanct Sybil Castle.” [Kara]: “But for someone like me, who has no experience nor achievements, to take up such a grand job is…”  [Kara]: “I don’t really have the confidence that I can do something like that.” [Kara]: “And on top of that, I want to be further taught by you…”

[Jean Pierre]: “What are you saying?! Is this not a good thing? This is your big chance!” He looks at me with a serious expression. [Jean Pierre]: “In that list I submitted to Lord Nobel, there were also designers that had prior achievements.” [Jean Pierre]: “Despite that, I was convinced that you would be the one to be chosen.” [Kara]: “Why… is that?” [Jean Pierre]: “From your designs, I feel this power to them.” [Jean Pierre]: “There are some parts that are rough around the edges, but there’s this energy, one that can completely transform people, hidden within!” [Jean Pierre]: “Lord Nobel definitely sensed that too, I bet.” [Kara]: “Ah…” (Thinking about it, Lord Nobel did say something along those lines…) (He said that the designs- from simply looking at them, he grew delighted…)

[Jean Pierre]: “Please believe in yourself.” [Jean Pierre]: “I, as well as His Grace, would never recommend someone who we’d feel couldn’t do the job.”  [Jean Pierre]: “I believe in your potential, ma petite.” [Kara]: “Pierre…” Even though he himself is in a difficult position, he’s so firmly supporting me in this. With my heart overwhelmed with such emotion that I couldn’t speak, Jean Pierre smiles. [Jean Pierre]: “I’m also going to use this moment as a source of encouragement for myself, as I plan to work hard as a designer once more.” [Jean Pierre]: “One day, no doubt in my mind― the offices of Jean Pierre will be restored!” [Jean Pierre]: “And that’s why, ma petite… without worrying about these offices, please just go and try what you want to try.” [Kara]: “…Thank you!” (I can’t let this chance from Jean Pierre and Lord Nobel just pass me by.) Urged on by Jean Pierre, a smile appears on my face as my chest is enveloped in this determination. 

―That night. Resolute in accepting the offer of exclusive designer, I contact Zain as soon as I return to the apartment. [Kara]: “Concerning the aforementioned position of Sanct Sybil’s designer… I think that I will accept the invitation.” [Zain]: “Thank you very much. I think that His Grace will be quite pleased to hear that.” In a soft tone - As if thinking for a moment, Zain continues to speak. [Zain]: “If I can be honest with you, the prince of Sanct Sybil himself is actually coming to stay at the castle for official business.” [Zain]: “Normally, we would hold your interview over at Sanct Sybil, but…” [Zain]: “Since the prince will be coming over, how about you two introduce each other here at Nobel Castle instead?” (Is that so?) (Even if Lord Nobel is recommending me, it could become a situation where the prince of Sanct Sybil is not too impressed by me.) [Kara]: “I see… If you could reserve some time for that, that’d be great.” [Zain]: “Then, I shall make the proper arrangements and contact you again.” And with that, it was decided that I would meet the prince of Sanct Sybil.

A few days later―

I’ve been called to Nobel Castle once more. While having a spot of tea with Lord Nobel and Theo, I bow my head again. [Kara]: “―Thank you for granting me an opportunity like this.” [Nobel]: “Ohohoho.” [Nobel]: “At any rate.. you’ve become quite resolute about this.” [Kara]: “…Yes. Your Grace has given me words of immense appreciation, and Jean Pierre has also encouraged me.” [Kara]: “I think, as a designer, I want to take advantage of these chances given to me.”  (But… with no achievements of my own, I wonder if the Prince will approve of me…) Anxiety running through my heart, Lord Nobel smiles while stroking his beard. [Nobel]: “I also have hopes for you, Miss Kara.” [Nobel]: “I believe that, surely, the prince of Sanct Sybil will indeed require your power.” [Kara]: “Thank you…!” When I beam at Lord Nobel’s kind words, Theo then cuts into the conversation.

[Theo]: “So Kara… really is a designer, huh.”

[Theo]: “But… if it were possible, I was hoping that you’d become the designer for this castle.” [Kara]: “Hehe, thank you.” [Kara]: “I think that I definitely wouldn’t be able to be the designer for Nobel Michel, but I hope one day I’ll be able to make clothes for you, Theo.” Replying to Theo with a smile, Lord Nobel watches us with a gentle look on face. [Nobel]: “Ho ho, looks like you two have become quite close.” [Nobel]: “As I thought, Kara, you seem to have this charm that just mellows out everything around you.” He laughed heartily when there came a knock on the door. [Zain]: “Please excuse the interruption,”

[Zain]: “For I have brought Prince Yakov of Sanct Sybil.” 

➤ “op are u just making excuses to post caps of zain as much as possible” perhaps PERHAPS if im gonna need to break down the blobs of text, zain is nice to look at

(Ah…) I get up from my chair, and face the doorway nervously.  But at the next moment, my eyes instinctively open wide. (That, person…) The figures that followed behind Zain were two men I was familiar with― 

The platinum-blond man with the air of intimidating beauty, and the man in the butler uniform who had worn a smile on his face― 

The people I had witnessed in the courtyard days before.

[Prince Yakov]: “―As I have heard that you have found a candidate for the designer position, I have come.” [Prince Yakov]: “Your Grace, I give you my humble gratitude for granting my request.” [Kara]: “Eh…” [Prince Yakov]: “…” I inadvertently let out a small cry of surprise, and the Prince finally meets my eyes. For a split second his eyes had widened, but almost immediately after it shifts into a sharp gaze. (A person like him is the prince of Sanct Sybil, of all things…)

Steeped in the shocking reality of it all, I stare dumbfounded at Prince Yakov―

➤ now part of me was thinking, do people really need all the screencaps of when he makes the -_- face but honestly him doing the -_- face for half of his portraits on this route is part of the experience

To be continued…

(Letter)

➤ so uh this might be a crapshoot in terms of placement bc there’s diff letters based on the special story you choose, and also i forget where the last few letters go loool but that won’t be a problem until later

From: Yakov Title: (untitled)

…So you are the designer recommended by Lord Nobel? If you come to my country, you will be treated to the finest hospitality. Therefore you should not ponder over unnecessary matters and just bring yourself here. Good?

―Yakov

holy fucc idk why this is more tiring to translate than other stuff. maybe bc this is a slow route where we have exposition and non-romantic chara development we have to tread thru first. also lol translating the bmp writers’ style seems like more work? vs stuff like cybird? idk it’s hard to explain.  i’m not a super big fan of what i have rn…. in fact i’m like wtf what is this incomprehensible garbage i made... but i’m too tired to do revisions rn…… aye… but i’ll definitely look over it again in attempt to give it more clarity+readability so yea. there’s nothing’s “wrong” in terms of the literal meaning per se - it’s more like i’d like to make it flow better and actually follow grammar rules instead of cheating with dashes and line breaks hahaaa 

anyway guess ill see u at the next part when (if?) i bother to do it. hrmmm i should try to make the chunks larger given that this story is 15 eps + 3 special stories (with ~3 variations for each story) + epilogue but fuuu ill get there when i get there

Next Episode…

“If you wish to hear of my tastes - you will have to ask me in a more alluring voice.”

yea thats rite im hitting u with the azn drama cliffhanger. well now i have to do this translation or else this would be mean….. this is a psychological effort to get me to not leave this unfinished

Again, thanks for reading!

[onyx-void]

Answer 1 through 50

Okay. You called my bluff. (ok not really a bluff, tbh, thank you I appreciate you) Unfortunately, we're having an internet outage where I live, so this is gonna take a while. Also, I have to do this on the webpage, on my phone, cause otherwise I can't have an 'under the cut.'

1. Do you have a crush on anyone?

I suppose you could call it a crush. That's one layer to how I feel. Like an onion :p

2. What's your favorite candy?

Ferror Roche, or however you spell it, Unless it's a holiday, then I Love those chocolate covered marshmallow treats. 

3. Favorite love song? 

I don't really listen to music much, tbh, love songs included. The first one to come to mind is "Love Story" by Taylor Swift. My favorite when I actually think about it has to be "You Are My Sunshine" by Johnny Cash. 

4. What was your first kiss like?

My first kiss. I had my first kiss last year, actually, at the same age I am now, 22. That was my first date, too, such as it was during a pandemic. I hadn't -still haven't, I guess- had many 'first's.' It was awkward, but nice. Chaste, to start. 

5. What was your last kiss like? 

My last kiss, was a goodbye.

6. Sexual/romantic orientation?

I'm reasonably sure I'm straight, heteroromantic. I've questioned all my orientations several times over the years, but nothing seems to fit as well as that does.

7. Do you prefer poems or love letters?

I would be over the moon to get either. I've written a few poems, though they weren't For anyone. I would prefer love letters, though. Poems can wax and wain to the individuals interpretation, but love letters can declare for all to see. 

8. Favorite fanfic trope?

God, I'm Super self-indulgent with my fanfic. I love Mary Sue's, fix-it, time travel, amnesia, self-insert. I want everything to be okay, and for the main character to be able to have at least some idea of what challenges they'll face. 

9. Have you ever been in love?

Have been, still am.

10. Favorite milkshake flavor?

Strawberry. Also favorite ice cream flavor. Chocolate's fine, but strawberry Hagen Daaz is The Best. (tbh it's also a sorta reference to my fav character/anime, Ryougi Shiki from Kara no Kyoukai. It's also just damn good ice cream tho

11. Dinner dates or Brunch dates?

Dinner dates could be a great end to the day, but brunch date leaves the possibility for a full day together to look forward to, so I'll go with that.

12. Favorite flowers?

Sunflowers. Though lilacs are nice too.

13. Favorite perfume/cologne?

I've used a vanilla sugar scent in the past? Don't use or have others use it enough to have a favorite.

14. Favorite candle scent?

I got a pack of incense a while back, a dozen different scents. I think my favorite is called Celestial. It's smells like... lavender and petrichor and stardust, I suppose.

15. What's your ideal first date? 

Ideal, so everything's perfect. Hiking in the woods, a mountainous area, lots of ups and downs and winding paths and beautiful colors and views. We come to a clearing, and a picnic I've prearranged is already set up next to a glittering lake. We sit, and eat, and talk. 

16. What's your favorite love story?

Just the other day, I was finally able to watch The Princess Bride. I absolutely loved it. 

17. What's the most attractive thing a person could wear? 

Easy. One of my shirts, and that's all that's visible. Could they be wearing something underneath it? Maybe. But you can't be sure, unless they show you one way or another  It's a sort of, are they aren't they thing. That said, it works for just about anything where you can't tell if they're wearing short shorts or something, but it works best if it's something more casual than a dress, like a oversized hoodie or shirt. 

18. Chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet?

Chocolate. Vanillas alright, red velvets gross.

19. Snow, rain, or sun? 

God, we just got snow here that Actually Lasted All Day. That's a miracle tbh. I absolutely love it. 

20. Sweetest romantic memory?

We were swinging at the local park, just talking. And I looked over, and the sun was shining through the trees onto the face of an angel. I could have spent eternity in that moment.

21. Favorite dating sim? (And favorite character?)

The only dating sims I know are yandere dating sim, and hautiful boyfriend. Favorite character in general is Ryougi Shiki

22. Fictional crushes?

...Ryougi Shiki...

23. What's your dream wedding like?

It's a small affair, outside, in our backyard on our plant of land, amongst the orchards and vegetable gardens. There's a living arch made of roses I've been growing in secret in preparation, and the bride's bouquet is made from cuttings we took on the spot. The sun is shining, everyone's full of joy, and our love is sure. 

24. What makes you blush?

Sincere expressions of love, or even just Being Known. If you say you care for me I Will Melt and that is a Threat.

25. Do you believe in love at first sight? 

I have to. I can't disregard my own experiences. That said, it's important to say that love is also something you work towards, together, day in and day out. It's not always hard work, it might not even seem like work, but it's an active thing. 

26. Do you believe in soulmates?

I think there are several people you can meet over the course of your life you can call a soulmate. 

27. Denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets?

Leather jackets cause I live in Texas. Otherwise, bomber jackets.

28. What's your sign?

Taurus. Lmk if you want my complete chart from that star app.

29. Are you single?

Unfortunately.

30. Do you prefer to charm, or be charmed?

I think I'm quite charming, I'd definitely say I'm in touch with people, though my execution probably leaves something to be desired. That said, I Love to be charmed. Tell me you like me, tell me I'm wanted. Hell yeah.

31. Guitar or piano?

Piano. Love the classics. I was actually looking at how much pan flutes cost just the other day. 

32. Favorite romcom? (Or any romantic movie?)

Once again going with The Princess Bride here.

33. Do you fall in love easily?

Far too easily, I'm afraid. Show your interest in me, and you'll catch mine in you. Doesn't happen very often, though. And if it's just something like a dating profile, I'm far pickier. 

34. Valentine's decorations, yay or nay?

If it's something personal, absolutely. As long as it has meaning, it's worth it. Even if the holiday itself is just to sell cards. 

35. Would you like to propose, or be proposed to? What's your dream proposal?

I would propose, after it's been made mutually clear and discussed we're both up for it. As a kid I dreamed about proposing on one of those boat rides under Niagara Falls. Now, I think it'd be during a hike, on an overlooking cliff, basically like my ideal first date, actually. That, or somewhere personal to the two of us. 

36. Cloud gazing or star gazing?

Star gazing, definitely. Out under the stars, looking up and sneaking glances at each other. Telling stories and making up constellations. What's not to love?

37. Do you like to dance?

Oooh, no. I've never danced, not really the social dancing type. Never really took the opportunity too.

38. What's your OTP?

....Ryougi Shiki and Mikiya Kokuto

39. Kittens or puppies?

You're gonna make me CHOOSE?! ...puppies, because they're more lively and willing to interact with me, generally speaking. 

40. Coffee, hot chocolate, or tea?

Hot chocolate. Never got into coffee, I want to like hot tea, but eh. Iced tea is good tho y'all. 

41. Favorite soda?

God as a kid I Devoured grape Crush soda. Like. 24 cans a week. Mainly drink juice nowadays. Or choccy milk

42. Do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically on the sofa?

Window, definitely. Light as well have a view if I've gotta be dramatic, right?

43. Favorite ABBA song?

"Take a Chance on Me" followed shortly by "Dancing Queen"

44. Fuck/Marry/Kill?

You didn't name anyone, so... Fuck Lauren German (I've been watching Lucifer) Marry the one I love, and kill, idk, Trump?

45. Favorite pajamas?

For myself? They're fleece, I think. Usually I just sleep in my boxers tho. For my theoretical partner? How about my boxers ;)

46. Favorite liquor?

I've never had any alcohol, and I don't really intend to.

47. Do you think about love alot?

Every day. It's what drives me.

48. A walk in the park or a walk on the beach?

Walk in the park. More cover ;)

49. Hand kisses or nose kisses?

How about a hand kiss going up the arm, slowly, sensually, all the way up the arm, to the shoulder, taking a stop on the side of the neck, and right before it gets to the lips... Nose kisses.

50. What's your dreamhouse?

It's in a mountainous area. On at least 5 acres. Plenty of woods with trails in them, bordering a national park. On my land, there's an orchard of fruit trees, and greenhouses with herbs and vegetables. The house itself is actually japanese inspired. There's an outdoor garden you can access after coming through the entrance. The bedroom door is a sliding one, through a shortened circular opening. The whole thing gives off a cozy feeling. The love of my life has made their presence known in every room of the house.

[localteaaddict]

MobBoss!Nines/Florist!Reader Human AU (RK900 x Reader)

Pairing: RK900 (Nines) x Female!Reader

Warnings: None, other than potential (i.e. very likely) inaccuracies in floristry and horticulture. I have no idea how flower shops are run.

And ogling. So. Much. Ogling.

A/N: I...have no idea how this is supposed to be done. It’s dedicated to this lovely person who encouraged me to actually write out one of my ideas. 

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It began with a phone call at seven o’clock in the morning.

Groaning and rolling, you fumbled for your cellphone on the bedside table. You didn’t even check the caller’s name before you thumbed the screen and brought it to your ears.

“‘ello?” your voice sounded like you’d just emerged from underwater.

“Hi, (Y/N),” you snapped to attention; Kara wouldn’t be hailing you over the phone for nothing, so whatever it was, it had to be something important. “I’m so sorry to call you this early and I know you’re not working today, but ……I need to ask you for a favor.”

“Sure, Kara,” you said as you pushed off the covers. “Anything.”

Half an hour later, you were pushing your feet into a pair of well-worn sneakers and venturing outside the apartment. It was almost winter; the dawn was freezing and unkind. You merely wound your scarf tighter around your neck, glad that you’d remembered your gloves. Your thin breath puffed in the air, white and cloudy, before scattering into nothing.

While today was supposed to be your off day, you owed Kara a thing or two. It wasn’t just that she was your oldest friend, or that she’d offered you work and a place to stay when you’d lost both few years ago; she was also one of the nicest people you’d ever met, along with her partner Luther and their daughter, Alice.

Apparently, Alice was sick; the poor thing had caught flu, so Kara was taking her to the doctor’s and had asked you to fill in for her. You were glad to help out in any way you could, and wished Alice would get better soon. Like her mother, she might be quiet and mild, but you liked the appreciative gleam in her eyes whenever the girl dropped by the shop and listened intently to your explanations about flowers and plants.

Since you’d closed the shop yesterday evening, you knew there wasn’t much to do. Standard cleaning, starting up the terminal for transactions, opening the windows and making sure everything was as you’d left them on the previous day.

By eight o’clock you had everything ready. You turned on the ‘open’ sign on the door and turned around.

The doorbell rang the moment you faced the counter. Surprised, you spun around again, going on an autopilot.

“Good morning, how can I help you tod―”

The greeting was bitten in half as you clenched your jaw shut.

The most gorgeous specimen of a man you’d ever had the luck to rest your eyes upon had just walked into the store. You could feel your thoughts dying out in your brain.

Was this how it felt when you were in the presence of gods? Dark hair styled immaculately with just a finger-length stray hair marring the perfect coiffure (which just made it hotter), alabaster skin accented by the dark suit (on hindsight, that should have been a plenty of warning sign; who wore a three-piece suit even before a frigging sunrise?), cheekbones so high they would have put Grand Canyon cliffs to shame.

Your list of approvals was going at miles-per-minute that you almost missed his words.

“―and I was wondering if you could help me.”

Even his voice was......hnng.

“Sure thing,” you managed to choke out. God, you wanted to weep at his beauty. How was this guy even real? “Did you have a particular type or a style of arrangement in mind?”

“Not specifically,” he said as he scanned the flowers, “But I wouldn’t say no to any suggestions.”

"Alright then. I’ll see what I can do.”

Putting down the water spray, you walked around the counter to approach him. God, he was even taller up-close. Even in the dim lighting of the shop and the sun starting to filter through the window, you couldn’t help but stare at the stark chiaroscuro thrown over his sharp features, like one of the marble statues you’d so admired in museums and art galleries.

Everything about this man was so aesthetically pleasing you had difficulty tearing your eyes away from him. Somehow you managed, by the sheer power of professionalism that was suddenly invigorated by his presence. You wanted to impress this tall, dark and handsome stranger.

“You said these were a gift for someone―can I ask for what occasion?”

The man seemed to consider his words before deciding on an answer. As he lifted his hand to tap his lower lip absently, you noticed he was wearing a pair of smooth, black leather gloves. Now that’s just not fair. 

“They’re for my……mentor. She is like a mother to me, and has raised and taught me everything I know. She’s turning fifty-nine today and I’d like to surprise her,” he let out a low, short chuckle, “although I doubt it’d work. In all my years I’ve known her, I’ve never managed to quite succeed.”

“Uh huh,” you said weakly. You most certainly did not whimper. “Does she……uh, does she happen to have a favorite flower?”

“She has a garden full of red roses, so it’d be safe to say she’s fond of them.”

You turned your eyes to the corner of the shop; while the space wasn’t too large, there was a separate conservatory where the fresh flowers were kept. You knew there were few dozen red roses that just came in yesterday which would be perfect. Decided, you spun around and gave him a big smile.

“Wait here,” and you jogged to the other side of the shop.

Finding the red roses weren’t hard at all; they were right where you’d left them, next to the carnations and smaller pots of herbs. Sunlight gave the roses a healthy, soft glow. You grabbed them without hesitation, excited in anticipation; you hoped it would make him smile. It was all you ever wished for in this job, that your flowers might make a customer happy, whether they were buying them for themselves or for others. But for some reason, this time felt more……important.

You turned around at the footsteps behind you. The man, to his credit, seemed slightly awed at the sight of the solarium around him, abundant with flowers and greens and pure warmth, sunlight bathing you, him, everything in golden halo. You stared at his widened, winter-lake eyes before getting it together.

"I’m sorry, but this area is for staffs only.”

“Is it? I didn’t see a sign,” his expression quickly turned blank, although you could make out a very faint grin on his lips. “My apologies. I’m in a hurry and haven’t got much time left.”

“All in good time,” you grumbled well-naturedly before taking the flowers out to the counter, with the mysterious customer still following you close behind. There was a whiff of fragrance that was most definitely not the flowers. His soap or cologne, perhaps? Damn, whatever he was using, it must be expensive as hell because it smelled divine. 

The roses were arranged into a lovely flower basket in no time, you having done this countless times. This was your favorite part of the job, creating something right in front of the patrons’ eyes and watching their surprise and awe. Albeit this one was more reserved; he only intently watched you work. It would have been intimidating if not for the fascinated twinkle in his eyes.

From the way he dressed and his manners, you guessed it wasn’t everyday that he went to a flower shop to pick up gifts himself. He’d usually get other people to do that mundane stuff for him; this was an exception. No wonder he seemed uncertain of everything. You pressed down a small giggle building up in your chest, instead giving him your most triumphant smile as you presented him with the finished work.

“There we go. Fifty-nine red roses, all dolled up and done.”

“Thank you for doing this on quick notice,” he said as he pulled out his wallet, “I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t discovered this place. Or you, for that matter.”

“‘s what I do everyday. I just hope she likes them,” you said sincerely as he made his payment. Your eyes widened when he pulled out a couple of twenty's and held them out to you wordlessly. You gave him a startled look, quick to raise your hands as if in surrender and shake your head. “Oh―oh no no no, no, sir, there’s no need to―I was just doing my job―please, don’t worry about it, I just―”

“I insist. For a job well done,” he said simply, before smiling softly. You stopped breathing. “Please.”

This time, you definitely whimpered as you took the money. Just a little.

He gave you another smile before he took the flowers and left you to your devices and wonderment, his clinging scent more intoxicating than any flowers in the shop. Also, that ass? Hot DAMN.

“What a way to start a day,” you murmured to yourself before sighing dreamily.

[demaisepouco]

Flowers

(N/A): This is sort of old. I’m reposting because why not :) Hope you enjoy it!

Pairings: Kara Danvers x Lena Luthor

Summary:  The flowers always intrigued Kara. She had never seen flowers in Krypton, and they were definitely what most charmed her on Earth. When she learned that they had meanings, she began giving them to other people, in order to represent what she felt for them. Until, one day, it was her turn to receive.

Warnings: none.

Word count: 1791

AO3

The flowers always intrigued Kara. They were beautiful in a way so incomprehensible that, in the opinion of the blonde, they should have their fragility annulled.

She had never seen flowers in Krypton, and they were definitely what most charmed her on Earth. The deepest and most beautiful human feelings seemed to have been defined by them. And, at a certain point, when Kara allowed herself to warm up in the warmth of her new family, she discovered that they too seemed to have defined theirs. Then, at the age of fourteen, when she knew they had meanings, Kara began to present the people nearby with flowers that represented what she felt.

The ones she had planted in the garden, with Eliza's permission, of course, were not very varied, but giving them to others was still a goal she would not give up on. The first person was Alex, her sister. When her thoughts were about her, the young Kryptonian immediately associated her with the image of a not so common species that she once found on a walk through the park, and later discovered to be an astromelia. It was a flower with a very expressive meaning for what she meant to say to Alex. A strong bond of friendship, a sincere and mutual relationship that two sisters could have. Astromelia was the perfect flower. But Kara only had access to roses and lilies. Soon Alex got a rose. A pink rose. The meaning was similar, friendship and admiration, and her sister smiled openly and hugged her gratefully. It was not an astromelia, but it had already been worth it for what she received back. This was a time when the blonde realized that in addition to transmitting her emotions to other people, she also wanted to create new ones for her recipients, either to soften the bad ones or simply to expand the good ones.

The second person with whom she has succeeded in this gesture has never before been in her plans. Kara was already sixteen, according to the land count, and was a high school student. Her interest in flowers had grown even larger and required a large space in her garden, making her gifts more elaborate and more complex in meaning, even if not everyone had the sensitivity to perceive them.

The blonde knew her by sight and knew the bad fame her family had. She was a high school student, too, who even had some lessons with Kara. They had never exchanged a word, but that did not prevent the Kryptonian from thinking about Lena Luthor, the young prodigy. Their eyes met randomly in the corridors, in the canteen, and sometimes in the library. But Kara still did not have enough courage to start a conversation, nor to ask Alex for help. The dark green-eyed brunette - an opinion the blonde kept for herself - did not seem to want to go beyond eye contact, either.

Then, on a Friday, after the lunch break, the Kryptonian found her in the bathroom, remarkably shaken. Lena stared at the mirror, her eyes red and tear-stained as her hands tightened on the edges of the sink. Kara, at first, thought about turning around, pretending not to bother her any more, she might be wanting a moment alone. But, she thought again the next moment, planning an approach, perhaps the brunette needed help. So, in short and cautious steps, the blonde approached until she took the position beside her, bringing the attention of the green eyes to her blue ones. The moment of contact took a long second, and when the other finally drifted away, Kara feared she might pull away. But Lena did not move, and then the blonde gathered within herself a courage that did not exist to form words.

"Are you okay?" That's what she managed to say and felt foolish about the question.

Lena stared at her again, her face still red and her lips drawn into a grin without teeth.

"I'll be..." The brunette passed by Kara and, shortly before reaching the door, turned to the girl again. "Thank you," she said, and smiled one last time before leaving.

The Kryptonian could not say more after that. She did not even utter one of nothing and felt that it would have been very little. The next morning, then, in Luthor's school closet, there were flowers. A sprig of fennel blossoms accompanied by another of yarrows and a lone white lily. Strength, healing, and gentleness were what Kara really wanted Lena to feel. Then, when the words seemed shallow and few, the blonde settled with flowers. And she hoped the brunette realized that it was an act of hers.

Lena noticed.

The blonde had waited near where Lena kept her belongings, to see if her gift would discover the feat. Leaning close to the wall beside her and looking discreetly, Kara saw that when the brunette crossed the corridor and reached. As she opened the door to her closet and found it, she stood for a few seconds to then remove the flowers and analyze them carefully. The blonde felt a joy to see that she had made Lena smile. Kara just did not expect that after that moment she would get caught in the act. Young Luthor glanced toward her, a soft smile on the flowers. The Kryptonian felt the blush rise up her neck and did not contain her nervousness, she adjusted her glasses on her face. She does not expect to be discovered so fast. But it was Lena Luthor after all. Her despair seemed justified by this statement. Kara still did not understand why. She also did not understand how her smile had been so easy and went unnoticed, when a brunette had turned away her eyes and distanced that the blonde realized that she also smiled.

After the event, Kara hoped that, on the day, the next courage to then speak with her. And thus not prepared for it. But it did not help. The blonde had been watching her search just before school started, she had been in the library for a long time, waiting for Lena to walk through the doors - she did not usually stay in the canteen. But nothing. No sign of young Luthor. Soon, there was still waiting for the only lesson they put together that day. It was there that Kara knew Lena moved to Metropolis with her family overnight, for no apparent reason.

The blonde was never successful in her representation of feelings with the flowers after that. And eventually she gave up giving them to other people.

Then, as the Kara was about to become older, just before the start of her senior year, her old goal was rebuilding in another way. Now the blonde wanted to help people express themselves through flowers. An idea that came about when her enchantment is for a work done in a flower shop. Something that was accepted and encouraged by your family. It took only a few days for a house to master all its functions in the job, and before long it was as if she were an old function of the establishment.

The place did not require much effort from Kara since it was not busy and took care of the flowers was a task that was already accustomed and appreciated. Even if she did not have a very large clientele, a blonde was already happy to help the few who entered through that door. With all the knowledge that had already accumulated on meanings and even something about botany, it was much easier to find what was requested. The young woman didn't make mistakes and her clients always left satisfied.

There was one day, however, that this did not seem to be what was happening. Kara's attention was already clouded, only to have recognized who had made the door bell ringing. The same person for whom the blonde had given yarrows, fennel flowers and a lily for some time. Lena Luthor.

She walked slowly down the path to the counter, taking a long time - in Kryptonian perception - and carefully examining the place. Lena did not seem surprised to have seen Kara there, a fact that is a stranger, but she quickly forgot when it was established a visual contact, like those of long ago, that one did lose for a moment. For a moment.

"Can I help you?" The blonde was a dina employee, after all.

Young Luthor placed a hand on the counter top and stared at the Kryptonian.

"Do you have plumerias?"

The blonde stared at the floor, shy of the deep look she had received, and faced the green again with a small smile to hide her blatant foolishness caused by the presence of the other. Lena smiled too and made a point of asking again, when Kara said the first thing that popped into her head.

"The beginning or birth of something, also means grace, charm, beauty."

"What?" The brunette frowned, confused.

"The meaning of the plumeria," the blonde looked away again, and nervously adjusted her glasses. "Sorry about that."

"All right," she said and laughed lightly. "So, does the plumeria mean this as millfinia means healing?"

Kara stopped in place. The brunette seemed to be amused by her discomfiture.

"Yes ..." Her voice came out in a whisper and the blush was already on her face.

"But anyway ..." Lena leaned against the counter. "Do you have plumerias?"

"We have" the blonde left behind the furniture that divided the space between them and walked to the space where the flowers were. "How many would you like?"

"Enough for a little bouquet."

The Kryptonian cut some, then turned to the next one waiting for her.

"Anything else?" She asked trying to follow the process as if it were some customer. Someone who did not affect her so much.

"Same amount of gardenias, please."

Gardenias, secret love. Who was Lena planning to give away? Kara was feeling a bit uncomfortable. However, she tried not to show it and only complied with the request. With all the flowers in her arms, she returned to the counter, failing miserably when she tried to act indifferently.

"That's it, right?"

Lena stared at her intensely, again.

"I'd like you to wrap them and a card, do you deliver too?"

"Of course ..." The blonde took a small card from the drawer and placed it on the surface.

"Do you want me to write?" Kara asked, as it was the custom of most of the attendants, and she saw her nodding. "Who would the recipient be?"

Lena smiled again and stared at her, distracting the blonde. Then she came forward, resting her elbows on the furniture again.

"Kara Danvers."

[sa-lt-ys]

As Sweet as a Rose

Universe: Detroit: Become Human Pairing: Kara x gender neutral reader Warnings: None, this is pure fluff for once. Word Count: 763 words

A/N: I wanted to do a little something with Kara, since I don't see many one shots with her.

Throughout the story, I have to admit that Kara and Alice's story really hit me, because its a story of someone learning to be a mother, and the way that Kara would do anything for Alice, it really reminds me of how much I would do for my family.

I'm just a softie like that.

Anyways, feels aside, enjoy!

~~~

Now this was cute.

You were stood in the kitchen, a cup of (tea/coffee) in hand as you watched Ralph and Alice tending to the plants in the garden. Beside you stood Kara, a contented sigh leaving her as she leant her head on your shoulder, her hand entwined with yours.

"This is a hibiscus, Ralph likes these flowers, Ralph thinks they're pretty." Alice smiled up at him as she tipped a watering can, sprinkling the water over the flower with Ralph's help.

"It's nice to see her smile so much," Kara said quietly, a smile of her own lighting up her face.

"She has all the time to smile now," you said just as softly. "Now that she's safe." Kara hummed in reply.

Your eyes moved over to Luther, who was busy building a treehouse for Alice, a safe place she could go to whenever she needed a quiet moment. You still found it sweet how he easily assumed the role of surrogate father to Alice, even though Kara was with you.

But, family is what you make it.

"What are these, Ralph?" You giggled quietly as Alice walked over to Ralph's trellis, pointing up at a creamy rose.

"I'm glad Ralph came here," you said, sipping at your drink. Kara nodded and hummed.

"I felt bad for him," she said. "He was so scared when we first met him, and I figured Alice could help him. Besides, it's not like the garden isn't perfect for gardening." You smiled again, putting your drink down and wrapping your arms around Kara.

Canada had been your home for years by the time you had met Kara, and though she was an android, along with her daughter, Luther and Ralph, you took it all in stride, choosing Kara's personality over her blood colour.

You had taken Alice as your own daughter, and though you worried about Luther feeling pushed out, he welcomed you with open arms, saying that while he saw Alice and Kara as his family, he felt nothing more than a platonic love for them both.

It still melted your heart when Alice referred to you and Alice as her parents.

"These are roses, Ralph likes these ones too, he like their colours. Ralph likes the pink ones best." Ralph lifted Alice up so she could get a closer look at the roses. Her giggle rang out as she pointed out a rose.

"That ones pretty!" She said, her eyes glittering as she stared up at a yellow rose, its creamy petals looking like satin in the sunlight.

With a smile, you pulled away from Kara, giving her a smile as you drained the rest of your drink and went back to the kettle to refill your cup.

"D'you want some, Kara?" Your girlfriend nodded, her eyes still on Alice.

"Sure, coffee isn't too bad." You chuckled, turning back around.

Since the Uprising, Kara had travelled back to Detroit briefly with Luther and Alice, to have some parts remodelled, as CyberLife had released an upgrade for all androids to fit a system that allowed them to eat and drink as humans did. How they managed that, you had no idea, but you had an inkling that Kamski had something to do with it. He had been revealed to be a fan of the deviants.

"Mum look! Ralph let me have this! Its a present!" You turned to see Alice stood in front of Kara, a creamy yellow rose clutched in one hand. There were tears in Kara's eyes as she crouched down to hug her daughter.

"It's beautiful Alice, thank you." The little girl giggled before launching herself at your legs.

"(Y/N)! I got one for you too!" Your smile widened as you crouched down as well, taking the creamy rose in your hand. The thorns had been removed -- most likely by Ralph -- and you stroked the satin petals softly.

"Alice, this is gorgeous, did you pick it?" Alice nodded her head, a huge grin on her face.

"Ralph helped me!" Your heart melted when you saw the genuine happiness on her face, and you couldn't stop yourself from wrapping her in a hug.

"Thank you, sweetie. I love it." Alice wrapped her little arms around you before bounding off back into the garden to help Ralph. With another chuckle, you grabbed a small vase and gently place the rose in some water, watching as Kara did the same.

"She's a sweet girl," you said gently, holding your arms out for Kara, who happily obliged.

"Yes," she whispered. "She's very sweet."

[revasnaslan]

Flower Crowns | Ao3 Link

Just a short ficlet I posted over on ao3 a couple of days ago and forgot to crosspost over here <3

Trying to find Thace in the maze the Blade of Marmora called a base was easier said than done. And wherever Thace was, Keith wasn’t usually far off, as the cub had a habit of following his father around like a kara chick following its mother. Ulaz didn’t know where they could have gone. Normally, they were in his and Thace’s room around this time, since it was around dinner. Sometimes, though, they would head down to the Archives or to the obstacle course on the training deck, as Keith loved trying to climb the rock wall. Both places had been devoid of any signs of his bondmate or cub.

And they weren’t in the kitchens. Ulaz had made sure to check there because he had heard there had been a new shipment of polan fruit come in, and Thace had a penchant for snagging one or two for him and Keith on occasion.

The last place he ended up checking was the small garden that was on base. It housed only a couple of specimens, and Ulaz didn’t know when it had been built. However, he could remember Chief Medical Officer Kellun mentioning that being in contact with nature on occasion was supposed to be good for their health. His ears perked as he approached the door to the garden, as it had been left slightly ajar, allowing a sliver of pale purple light to flow through into the dimly lit corridor. He could hear soft voices too, one sounding much older than the other two.

“I made one! I made one!” That was Keith—judging by his tone, he was likely excitedly bouncing up and down on his toes.

“Yes, thank you, kitling… it’s beautiful.” And there was Thace, chuckling softly.

“I made one too!” The third voice belonged to Regris. From outside the door, Ulaz could hear the little cub’s tail lightly swishing in excitement through the grass.

“How lovely,” Thace assured the second cub. “Now, how about you go and collect some more flowers?”

Ulaz lightly shouldered the door open to keep from startling them, and as he entered, he saw Regris rushing over to a large bush which was covered in light blue blossoms on the other side of the garden—a plant called Weblum’s Tongue, if Ulaz wasn’t mistaken. Thace was sitting cross-legged on the ground, wearing two haphazardly made flower crowns—one for each cub—on top of his head. Keith was sitting in Thace’s lap, trying to make another flower crown. The tip of his tongue was sticking out of his mouth as he tried to concentrate.

“Having fun?” Ulaz asked.

Thace’s ears flicked in surprised, turning in Ulaz’s direction before his gaze followed. Keith gasped excitedly, visibly perking up.

“Laz!” Keith said, tumbling out of Thace’s lap and tearing off across the grass. The half-made flower crown was forgotten as Keith latched onto Ulaz’s leg, laughing happily. “We’re making flower crowns!”

“Yes, I can see that,” Ulaz assured him, reaching down to lightly ruffled Keith’s headfur.

“Kitling, how about you go and find more flowers to finish this flower crown,” Thace suggested, lightly patting the half-finished crown that sat on the grass. “So that Laz can have one?”

Keith visibly perked up, bouncing up and down on his toes before he released Ulaz’s leg and bounded over to the other side of the garden where Regris was still picking more flowers.

“I could just take one of yours?” Ulaz pointed out, ears twitching in amusement.

Thace frowned half-heartedly at him. “Keith and Regris made these for me,” he retorted, sounding just a touch amused. “Wait your turn… the boys will make you your own.”

Ulaz chuckled softly, as he settled down in the grass beside Thace. “Alright, I will,” he said as he nudged his nose against Thace’s temple, and earned a delighted purr in return.

[toukenra]

Merry Christmas Angels! 🎄💕

I wish all of you a peaceful and happy Christmas with your family and beloved ones and that you get to stuff your stomach with the most delicious Christmas roasts, cookies, gingerbreads and of course mulled wine hehe! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

I hope everyone will have a wonderful Christmas filled with a lot of joy and happiness and nice presents, after all all of you’ve been very good this year, right? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Hopefully none of you will have to work all night long on Christmas Eve just like me, but at least I get to see my sweet little brother’s smile on Christmas Day again because we will be watching my all time favourite Christmas movie “A Nightmare before Christmas” oh I just love this movie!

Of course I haven’t forgotten about you, so as a little Christmas present from me, here are some Christmas headcanons on how Christmas would be celebrated in my citadel.. oh and trust me, there will be a lot of tears and chaos involved, because what’s a real Christmas without some chaotic mess right? ꉂꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ∗)

To end this on a sweet note: Merry Christmas to all of you angels out there and a Happy New Year, I love all of you and hope you have a jolly Christmas! ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*

This got quite lengthy again so under the cut as not to blow up your dashboard..

A long time ago in a certain citadel far, far away (my nerdy self couldn’t stop herself from including this smol Star Wars reference forgive me) certain Sword Warriors were preparing for the most important holiday ..

being your attendants for the day Tomoegata and Hasebe forced you to stay in your room while everyone else was buzzing around the citadel to prepare for the evening

‘Aruji, please leave the preparations for this festive event to the other Touken Danshi. Your only task for today is to relax until tonight.’

even though you were more than thankful for this offer you couldn’t help but worry a little knowing them all too well 

…

… and rightly so because getting to celebrate a peaceful Merry Christmas in your Citadel? Dream on it’s more like a Merry Crisis

when the evening broke on they finally allowed you to leave your room and led you down the dining hall where a festival of dazzling lights and a Christmas Banner spelling something like ‘Marri Kurismas’ was awaiting you

your heart nearly lept out of your chest when everyone rushed forward and scream-yelled ‘MERRY CHRISTMAS ARUJI!’ at you

‘You did all of this for me? Oh my –thank you so much - everyone– I – just - Merry Christmas to you as well!’

you were nearly crying of joy when you realized just how much effort everyone must have put in decorating the Citadel for you

‘How much trouble did all of you went through to prepare this for me?’

Swelling with pride Hasebe grandiloquently waved your worries away ‘It really wasn’t that much trouble’ 

cue angry stares from everyone else and a more than grumpy Oodenta whispering ‘Yeah well not for you Mr. Loudmouth’ under his breath

now let’s rewind to the morning of Christmas Eve and what was happening while you were cooped up in your room wrapping your Christmas presents for everyone

…

…

let’s go back to the first crime scene: The Kitchen

it was quite obvious but calling the kitchen a chaotic mess was way understated

chocolate frosting and powder sugar was splattered everywhere but on the cookies (meaning on everyone’s faces)

Souza and Kousetsu were tasked with baking and cutting out cookies and Sayo decorates the most delicate and beautiful snowflake, flower and tanuki cookies fight me on this

Azuki was smitten with this tradition from the start, because now he could give everyone sweets and mother them to his hearts content and went into full sweets-making-mode while Kenshin was eagerly buzzing around him

being the Citadel’s own Grinch Ookurikara tried to escape just on the mentioning of another celebration but got hold back by a dangerously smiling Shokudaikiri who was holding a dough roll like a battle axe 

‘Kara-chan of course you’ll help too, will you?’ 😇 😇 😇

Translation: ‘Get in the fuck*ng Christmas spirit or I’ll cut you down’ 

Micchan vs. Kara-chan 1:0

cursing under his breath he and Yamanbagiri were tasked with hanging up the fairy lights 

which brings us to the second crime scene: The Dining Hall

poor men just wanted to be left alone but instead had to help hanging up chain of lights and garlands while some drunk on eggnog Fudou, Nihongou and Jiroutachi were singing some very disturbing Christmas canons they had composed themselves

cue Yamanbagiri muttering to himself: ‘Maybe I should hang myself instead of these Christmas lights’

bby no 

‘Even though I’m somewhat renowned as a sword who can cut through ghosts I’d rather not have to cut down your vengeful spirit on this festive occasion’ Nikkari was laughing cheerfully at him while reading ‘A Christmas Carol’ to Akita and Kenshin

way to get in the Christmas spirit darling

bigger swords like Tonbokiri, Oodenta, Otegine and Hachisuka were tasked with logging a fine Christmas tree and mistletoes in the woods (’Really? You’re making an original Kousetsu like me do something unspiritual like that?’)

If you’re asking what Jiji was doing then I can tell you that this lazy old man was sitting far away from the hustle and bustle and got himself pampered and entertained by Kogitsunemaru and Shishou

man just because you’re old doesn’t mean you can just ditch work to everyone else

i’m just kidding i love them very much and it’s probably good that Jiji wasn’t helping he’d probably just be in the way anyway lol

as usual Gokotais tiger cubs had escaped again and were leaving flour footprints everywhere, cue Ishikirimaru running like a madman to clean up behind them while poor Gokotai was bawling his eyes out again

they even left some on Kuniyuki’s face when they trampled over him but that lazy bastard was so busy sleeping he didn’t even mind that (how can anyone be so lazy, honestly? i am so in love)

meanwhile Kasen was in his room trying to write an elegant and refined Christmas banner but just couldn’t remember what this festivity was called like

‘Marri Kurismas. Yes yes, that’s what it was called like I’m sure of it!’ (almost honey, almost..)

after the Christmas tree had been installed in the dining hall (it only took 15 attempts to even get it inside and that one time where Kane-san and Mutsu nearly got buried under the tree because they were bickering who was stronger again) the Toushirous, Monoyoshi, Hyuuga, Aizen and Hotarumaru were decorating the tree with self-made ornaments out of little gems, shells, pie cones and candles

Ichigo and Yagen carrying every Tantou on their skinny shoulders through the whole citadel so they could hang up ornaments everywhere, can we agree on that?

they’re the best brothers in the world i’m sobbing why are they so perfect? 

in the meantime busy bees Horikawa and Urashima were running around and motivating everyone by serving Hot Chocolate whenever someone seemed tired out (these boys are angels guys, angels)

Namazuo and Honebami doing a leg-up so Honebami can be the one to put the star on the Christmas tree.. yeah that’s the kind of imagines I’m living for

sounds wonderful doesn’t it?

well it nearly ended in bloodshed when Tsurumaru and Taikogane who were throwing snowballs at each other nearly knocked down the Christmas tree the children had lovingly decorated

which leads us to crime scene number three: The Garden

unlike Germany for the last 10 years your Citadel had been blessed with a white Christmas and the Garden and roofs were covered up with a beautifully glistening blanket of snow

and what could be better than having a real snow fight and go sledding right?

since Tsurumaru got banned from helping he immediately had the glorious idea of having a snowball war in the garden

Tsurumaru, Sada-chan, Aizen, Hotarumaru, Koryuu were on one side while Kashuu, Yams, Yamabushi, Iwatooshi and Imanotsurugi were on the other team

and there were only some minor casualties like the snowball that flew right into Hasebe’s face when he was screaming out of your window

…

whoopsie  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

run guys.. run as fast as you can, leave the country, get yourself a new identity but RUN 

.. yeah no big trouble at all ꉂꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ∗)

back to Christmas Eve and handing out of presents

You had knitted everyone something warm like gloves and scarfs and little beanies for the Tantous so they wouldn’t get a cold when they have to battle in winter, and even stitched everyone’s crests on their scarfs

let’s skip the tearful and cheesy speeches of thanks everyone was throwing alright?

well but one moment was worth mentioning, and that is Hizamaru crying over Higekiri giving him a present even though he wrote his name wrong on the gift tag cue Iwatooshi patting both of them on their back ꉂꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ∗)

at least he tried

of course Micchan surpassed himself by light years and made you the most beautiful yule log you’ve ever seen 

(my self indulgence is showing I’m sorry angels)

“You told me this was the season of giving your loved ones gifts right? So I hope you’re going to enjoy this I tried to make it based on your desciptions but it may not be sweet enough .. though nothing could be as sweet as you anyway.’

geez save the cheesy lines for someone else

I’M JUST KIDDING MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME

maybe Touken Danshi aren’t the best at celebrating Christmas but they always have good intentions and it became a happy Christmas with a lot of laughter (and eggnog) because being with your loved ones is the most important thing on Christmas after all

..but wait, who’s going the wash the dishes ok i’m outta here ~

I hope you enjoyed it and Merry Christmas angels! (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

-Mod Pancake 🥞

[star-trekkin-across-theuniverse]

Fallen Valkyrie, pt9

Word Count: 2785 Tags: @outside-the-government @distinguishedqueenofbooks, @anyakinamidala @dirajunara @anotherotter @youdonebeengarthed @auduna-druitt @samaxraph99 @rayleyanns @sistasarah-sallysaidso @feelmyroarrrr @kitchenwitchsuperwhovian @little-study-bug @graysonmalfoy @rampant-salamander

Brynhildr and Kara had been waiting at her home, talking with her mother when Eira returned with Thor and Loki. She bid the brothers goodbye, and stole into the workshop where she could hear her friends talking with her mother.

“Eira, you are just in time. I was telling your mother about this new plant and Bryn and I found while you were occupied healing Fandral.” Kara pointed to a large plant lying across Halla’s workbench. It had a bouquet of white flowers clustered together amongst its leaves that sprayed out from a common stem like a parasol. Eira looked at it closely, and felt the leaves. She smelled the flowers, which had a faintly sweet aroma.

“What is it, Mother?” Eira asked. Her plant identification skills were still weak. Halla smiled.

“You won’t believe it. We brought it simply because of the name,” Kara laughed. “It’s called Valkyrie’s Weed!”

“What is it for then?” Eira laughed. Kara flushed and Brynhildr laughed.

“It stays the pains from your flux, and also keeps men safe from the seduction of witches,” Halla explained.

“I do not understand how the name makes sense.” Eira was confused.

“Midgardians think we often seduce men to Valhalla, helping them to choose to die of their war wounds, rather than fight their wounds and live. A man who carries the root will not be lured by our apparent magic. And of course, if we are seducing their menfolk, we must be ensuring we are in happy condition, and not pained by our fluxes,” Brynhildr laughed.

“We have much attributed to us,” Eira stated, shaking her head.

“We thought you and Halla would want it for your garden, to see if it truly helps with the pain from our cycles. I would happily lure a Midgardian man to his death to be free from pain then,” Kara laughed and Brynhildr and Eira joined in agreement. Halla finished writing some information about the plant in her journal and took it to the garden to plant.

Kara and Brynhildr were about to leave when Eira remembered she had been planning on riding out to them.

“Before you go, sisters,” she started as they turned to the door. “I am in need of assistance. I must dress for a feast at the palace tonight. I have little to wear.” Eira felt a pang of desperation. She truly was not in possession of a single court dress.

“Lead us to your rooms, that we may see your clothing,” Kara demanded. Eira led them to where she stored her clothes, and Brynhildr and Kara began to rummage. Soon they had thrown a number of items across her bed. Brynhildr rummaged in a basket of jewelry while Kara sorted the items on the bed.

“This is your nicest undertunic, Eira. Look how white it is! Like you’ve never worn it. And the embroidery is so fine and beautiful. With this red hangarok, you will look stunning. We must put your hair up though; a lady never leaves it down at court. Bryn, does she have hair pins in that basket?” Kara tilted her head and appraised Eira carefully before shoving her down in a chair. She found a comb and started working through her hair, pulling and tugging and generally making Eira wish she could just leave her hair in the messy braid she preferred. Brynhildr handed Eira a pile of hairpins to hold and disappeared from the room without a word.

Kara finished tugging on Eira’s hair and then helped her change her clothing without destroying the careful work. She took the brooches and bead festoons that Brynhildr had chosen and pinned the straps of the hangarok to itself. Brynhildr swept back into the room breathless.

“I remembered that tunic and hangarok, Eira. It was the one you wore when you were welcomed to the Valkyries,” Bryn spoke, her eyes dancing. Girls did not begin to ride with the Valkyries until their courses had been regular for over a year, at which time a ceremony was held to welcome the new rider to the dozen. Eira hadn’t been far past childhood when her flux first became regular, so her special ceremonial dress still fit. And because of the beauty and expense of it, she had never felt comfortable wearing it for treating the sick. It had only been worn the single time. Bryn pulled a long rectangle of green wool from her pouch and unfolded it. She turned it so that Kara and Eira could see it.

It was covered in embroidery and appliqué. There was a large golden tree at the centre of the panel that Eira recognized was Yggdrasil, it’s limbs and roots and twisted and knotted. Surrounding the tree eternal was a beautiful circle of embroidered knots in all the colours found in the Bifrost. There were tiny gems sewn into the knots of the rainbow bridge that glinted when the sun hit them. Eira was breathtaken, and put a hand to her chest.

“The embroidery on your clothing was so beautiful, Eira. Is so beautiful, that I knew I had to make this panel as a gift to you to complement your hangarok, and the cuffs of your tunic. I poured years into it, working on it bit by bit, hoping you would find the honour to join us in your calling. Every time you rode out and escorted the dead, I added to it, hoping one day you would join us completely and there would be a time for me to gift this to you. And now you have. So this is my gift to you, sister, on your commitment to the sisters of Valhalla,” Brynhildr explained, and then stepped forward to pin it under the brooches of Eira’s hangarok.

“You mean for me to keep this?” Eira breathed.

“She has made a panel for each of us, Eira. This one is yours,” Kara smiled. Eira felt tears flood her eyes, and her lip began to tremble.

“I know not what I have done to deserve such love from you, my sisters. But I am honoured and glad for it.” She dashed the tears away and ran her hand across the beautiful handwork of the panel.

“All you have done is accepted your calling, finally. With grace and courage.” Brynhildr leaned forward and kissed her cheeks.

“You now look fitting of your role, Valkyrie. You are among the most beautiful in all the realms for the hardship of your labours adds to the flame of your allure,” Kara laughed. It was a line repeated when a woman was welcomed as a Valkyrie, and one Eira had forgotten. Eira laughed with her friends.

“You must be off, Eira, or you will be late to the merriment!” Brynhildr started, looking at the sun low on the horizon. Eira rushed to finish readying herself before riding to the palace.

The gates of the palace swung open as soon as Eira came near them, and a palace guard stepped out to greet her.

“Lady Eira. His Highness bids me escort you to the feast hall.” He offered her an arm. Eira took it wordlessly and let the guard lead her through the maze of the palace. When he led her into the hall, he nodded to Loki and turned to Eira. Eira saw him right away, but could not see Thor amongst the people gathered.

“Thank you,” she offered.

“I will leave you now, Lady Eira. Good night.” The guard bowed lightly and left. Loki stepped up to her side.

“You are a vision, Eira,” he complimented her. She blushed and looked around the room. She felt underdressed. Many of the women had more formal attire on, flowing gowns with trailing skirts. Eira’s dress, while beautiful, was a more functional garment. She said as much to Loki and he scoffed.

“You wear the traditional dress of our people, and you bring honour to it. You will not be the only one dressed thusly. Watch. You will see,” Loki foretold. Eira glanced around the room again, pretending to be admiring the other women’s dress, but actually looking for Thor. Fandral approached her, a light limp only visible to her barely slowing him. He threw his arms around her familiarly and kissed her loudly on both cheeks.

“Lady Eira, my salvation. I know Thor intended this as a celebration of my recovery, but I truly feel the honours tonight belong to you. And to Loki, of course,” Fandral nodded at Loki. Loki smirked his infuriating half grin at his friend.

“But more to Eira because she is a pretty girl, correct?” Loki teased. Fandral laughed and clapped him on the shoulder in agreement before walking to the mead casks to refill his drink.

“Loki, I hate to ask, but –“

“Thor has not arrived yet, Eira. He frequently plans these gatherings, but rarely makes it before the food is served,” Loki interrupted.

“Oh, I was confused, the guard said he had been ordered to escort me here,” Eira puzzled aloud.

“By my orders, Eira. I knew you were unfamiliar with the palace,” Loki sounded highly irritated.

“I am sorry to be a burden,” she stiffened.

“You mistake my ire, Eira. I’ve no quarrel with you. Just with the oaf I call brother for leaving you to flounder on your own.” Loki softened, and slipped his arm into hers, patting her with his free hand. “Come, there are many here for you to meet, and if Thor is so foolish as to be late, I will gladly do the honours.”

Loki took Eira around to the small groups of people socializing and introduced her. It was funny, and at the same time awkward for her, as he took great delight in informing people that the Midgardians were calling her a goddess. Some of the people were overly impressed with the introduction and immediately became obsequious, which delighted Loki even further, but mortified Eira. It was during one of those awkward introductions that she felt an arm slip through her free arm and looked over to see Thor smiling down at her.

“I must apologize. I got torn away to assist the Allfather with a task.” Thor kissed her cheek in greeting. Eira flushed and looked at her feet and then up to Loki, who suddenly dropped her arm. His easy-going smile vanished and the self-satisfied smirk he so often wore when he was annoyed appeared.

“I hope you have a lovely time, Eira. It was nice to mind you while my brother was busy.” He dipped his head in a mocking bow and backed away from the people they had been standing with.

“Loki, please wait.” Eira reached out to stop him, but he was too quick, and in a flash was away from them. She stared after him, wanting to stay with him but not really knowing why. He was moody and this was another time when his temperament hurt her. She bit her lip in frustration and watched as he made his way across the room. Thor squeezed her arm.

“Eira, don’t borrow trouble by worrying about Loki when he is in one of his moods. Come, you must try the mead.” He excused them from the couple that Eira and Loki had been talking to, and steered them toward the mead casks. He served her first, and then led her to the head table and seated her beside him for the feast. The meal was every bit as decadent as the feasts she served in Valhalla. Between courses, Eira tried to get Loki’s attention from where he sat on the other side of Thor, but had no luck. He was determinedly ignoring her.

The feast had been cleared away, and the room was filled with boisterous, socializing people. Loki had been right. When Odin and Frigga had entered for the meal, Frigga was wearing a similar outfit to her own. During the meal, Eira had been reassured by seeing many women dressed more traditionally. The elaborate dresses seemed to be more favoured by younger women seeking flirtation.

Fandral was positively draped in long, flowy dresses every time she saw him. Thor was deep in conversation with someone whose name she’d forgotten immediately upon introduction, and she cast her gaze around the room, seeking familiar faces again. She smiled as Fandral caught her eye. He waved, winked and patted his knee in invitation. She laughed, unlinked her arm from Thor’s and made her way to where Fandral sat. She gave a low mocking curtsey as she approached, a broad grin on her face.

“I believe you beckoned my presence, dear Fandral?” She teased. He laughed and pulled her into his lap.

“I am in my cups, my Eira. Should I apologize now for how I plan to love you?” Fandral flirted in response.

“I somehow think I have little to fear from you, fallegurstrákur,” she laughed. Fandral laughed and kissed her cheek.

“You admit you find me handsome, Eira!” He crowed. “I hold out hope that you might fall to my charms!”

“Everyone thinks you are handsome, Fandral,” she sighed, shaking her head. Fandral laughed again and waved a serving girl over.

“We need mead, for tonight we celebrate my resurrection at the hands of a goddess!” Fandral’s voice boomed across the room. Thor looked over, finally noticing Eira had excused herself and raised an eyebrow in question at her. She shook her head. She assumed he was wondering if she was content. When he nodded in return and turned back to his conversation, she knew she was correct. The serving girl handed a mead cup to Eira, and refilled Fandral’s large tankard from a pitcher she also carried. One of the girls who was hanging on Fandral’s every attention took careful assessment of Eira and spoke.

“You dress so traditionally, Lady Eira. You must be from the country.” The girl quirked an eyebrow at Eira’s dress and smirked. Eira immediately felt awkward, and stiffened. Fandral caught the slight and rubbed a hand on Eira’s back.

“Yes, Herleif. Eira’s manner of dress reminds men what they fight for, and makes them long for home when they are on campaign.” Fandral’s voice never lost its genial tone, but the words must have stung like a slap. The girl rolled her eyes and stormed away, her gaggle of friends following, leaving Eira and Fandral alone.

“Thank you, Fandral,” Eira murmured.

“Tis the truth. Whoever crafted your story panel is a remarkable talent. The gems make it shimmer just like the Bifrost at sunrise.” Fandral traced his fingers along the circular knotwork, stopping before he accidentally touched her breasts. Eira laughed again.

“For all you like people to think you are a rake, I suspect you are quite noble, Fandral.”

“Don’t let the ladies find out, my friend,” Fandral grinned, emphasizing the last word. “I would make a terrible husband, and they would suddenly seek to be wed.”

“I can’t see you banking a home fire for long, Fandral.” Loki appeared beside Fandral and Eira. Eira smiled broadly at his reappearance. She rose from her place on Fandral’s lap.

“Loki, I’ve been trying to track you down! Well, until Fandral distracted me with his huge ego and pretty words.” She reached for her friend’s arm. Loki offered it and excused them from Fandral, who was left quite sadly, alone. Eira knew it wouldn’t be for long. Loki led her to the cool air of the balcony. It was remarkably quiet.

“I owe you an apology, Eira,” Loki began. “I was unfair to you when my brother arrived. My words were unkind to you.”

“Loki, please, it-“

“Let me finish, Eira. Had those words been used against me, I would have felt like a burden. You are anything but. I am just frustrated that Thor feels it necessary to interrupt us so often. There is much I would learn about your magic, and I think much I could teach you. And it seems every time we are beginning to get somewhere, he interrupts,” Loki explained. Eira smiled.

“You don’t need to apologize, Loki. I would like very much to learn from you. As fond as I am of Thor, I was also frustrated when we were interrupted today.” Eira squeezed his arm compassionately. Loki smiled at her.

“You are better than either of us deserve. I hope he understands that.”

“It would seem that all the men of Asgard are determined to dizzy me with their flattery. What have I done to deserve such praise?” She pondered. Loki turned to face her, and placed a hand on her cheek.

“You are a goddess.” He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.