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Third Wheeling
CEO!Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut
Chapter 10.
Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love,
Warnings In This Chapter: Heart To Heart, Fluff, Infidelity, Sera Is A Cunt, Triggering Moments (I.E): Hearing Infidelity, Making Light Of Other's Trauma, Mentions of Cigarette Burns, General Rudeness
A/N: This chapter is early because I’m hungover. Always a shoutout to @ppersonna, @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia. Enjoy!
The smell of blooming flowers is something you never thought you'd become fond of. It's never been something that you've even considered. But you find yourself so often these days finding small delights in simplistic things.
Sitting in front of the large fountain that has been hidden behind clean cut hedges and tall rose bushes, you let the gentle breeze wash over you.
You can hear Baeksoo quietly speaking to the plants as she waters them. It's calming in fact, to hear her speak words of praise.
You've thought long and hard about this evening. Which is astounding since it's just dinner. But, you don't know simple things about Yoongi.
You think to ask Maya but you want to do this by yourself.
"I thought I'd find you here," the voice draws your attention and suddenly you're misty eyed.
Just the way she walks and the tilt of her gorgeous face is enough to make you weep.
"Leena!" you cry out.
Jumping up from the bench, your arms spread wide as you feel relief flood over you.
"Hey, Miss Thing!" she cheers, pulling you into her arms.
You begin to feel as if you could breathe again.
"You look so great! I missed you so much!" she whines loudly, squeezing you tightly to her slim body.
"What're you doing here?!" you ask, pulling away to look at her pretty face.
She grabs your wrist, tugging you over to the bench you were just sitting on.
"Taehyung needed to bring Yoongi some documents for a mall or something before we're off to France, so I made sure I was able to come and see you."
You watch as she demurely crosses her legs and you make a mental note of it. She went to many etiquette classes when she was younger and you’ve always admired how graceful she is. It’s the way she moves so effortlessly and with such confidence. You’ve always wished to be like her.
The floral fragrance seems to enrapture you once more as you sit together. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, your best friend makes it a point to continue to hold you.
“How is he treating you? I swear to God, if you tell me that you’re being treated like the help I’m going to fucking flip.” your best friend asks.
You sigh gently, looking up at the clear cerulean sky.
“He’s treating me normally, I guess. One minute he’s so cold with me and the next he’s just being so sweet. I don’t know what the fuck to feel. Last night, we went at it and he came to apologize to me.” you reply as the breeze blows through your hair.
“Excuse me? Min Yoongi apologized to you?” she sounds dumbfounded and all you can do is nod in agreement.
“Oh my God, he’s so fucking whipped! That’s amazing.” you snort at her excitement, rolling your eyes before looking back over to her.
“I think he’s just being civil. We’ll see, we’re having dinner tonight.” your confession hits her like a stack of bricks and she squeals loudly, gripping your hands tightly.
“I’m gonna drop dead on this expensive gravel beneath my feet. YOU and YOONGI are having dinner tonight?! Like, eating in the presence of one another civilly?!” her blue contacted eyes go wide and her mouth drops open while you nod.
“Yeah. I’m cooking dinner,” you say, confusion enrapturing your tone.
She guffaws loudly, her head lolling back as she gasps for breath. “You’re so insane! This is amazing! He totally fucking likes you!”
“Well… I don’t know about that but-” your voice is cut off by hers.
“Shush! Silence! I’ve said what I’ve said! And it’s the law!” she cries out, pressing her perfectly manicured finger to your lips.
“Sexy girl! Let’s go!” you hear Taehyung scream.
Leena turns her head to the voice before pouting. “You better call me with all the details of your date. I want to know how he looks at you, how he eats his food with you around, how he fucking sneezes. I want the whole laundry list of things that happen tonight!”
You giggle at her enthusiasm before nodding. “Yes ma’am. A laundry list of all the things Min Yoongi does to make me mad.”
She rolls her eyes before kissing your cheek happily.
“Love you, Miss Thing!”
“Love you, too!”
Standing tall, she fixes her long dress. She looks around the garden impressed before folding her arms.
“I’m really happy for you, by the way. I think things are really going to work out here.” she calls to you, starting to walk away.
“Bye Yoongi!” she yells up to the house and your eyes follow hers.
He stands on his large balcony, a cup of coffee in hand staring at you. He bows his head to her, a smirk present on his lips before looking back at you.
“Little dove, good morning.” you hear him say as he retreats back into his room.
How long was he standing there? How much had he heard?
Listening to Frederic drone on about food is something you don’t think you could ever get tired of. He makes the French cook stereotype feel so alive. You’ve been in the kitchen plenty of times, have gone through the cabinets many, many times throughout the nights when staff and the chef were sleeping. But, to hear him feeling the need to explain it all to you as you both take small steps around the gigantic kitchen is humorous and you let him do his thing.
“Now this, this is a sieve. You can strain things through it,” Frederic says, picking up the large strainer.
You hum playfully as you lean down on the island counter.
“I have made my own food before y’know,” you quip to him as he unbuttons his chef’s jacket.
He tuts his tongue as he brushes some hair back behind your ear. “Ah oui, bien sûr Madame. I know, I just want to make sure you know where everything is.”
You smile at his kindness, it must be difficult to relinquish your kitchen to others especially after being in charge for so long.
“I promise I won’t make anything dirty and I promise, cross my heart, that I will take good care of your kitchen,” you swear to him as he throws his chef’s jacket over his shoulder.
He presses both of his hands to either side of your face, wiggling them slightly with a smile.
“Merci, Madame. You are in every word parfaite. I cannot be happier to make you food in this home,” he whispers as you tilt your head with a giggle.
“Go have a good day off, have fun,” you insist as he drifts his hand over the marble countertop, as if he’s finding it hard to say goodbye.
“Oui, bien entendu. I’ll have a drink in your honor, Madame,” he says with a sigh.
You give him a wink as he exits the kitchen and you watch him slowly leave to the maid’s quarter. Your lips sputter as you look around the large, empty kitchen before sighing.
“Okay, let’s do this.”
He should be working. He opened up his computer, he grabbed all the necessary documents from both Taehyung and his office but he just can’t seem to focus.
Yoongi can smell the aroma of food coming from the kitchen and it makes him curious. What are you making? How do you even know what he likes? Do you even know how to cook?
He wants to know more about you, or try to learn more anyway.
Recalling just this morning, he can hear you so clearly -- “He’s treating me normally, I guess. One minute he’s so cold with me and the next he’s just being so sweet. I don’t know what the fuck to feel. Last night, we went at it and he came to apologize to me.”
You think he’s cold and you’re absolutely right. He always has been and it’s gotten worse these last couple of years.
He doesn’t know who he even is anymore. At least he doesn’t think he does.
Then you mentioned that he came to apologize. It must have meant a lot to you. It was weird for him to feel that aching in his chest, to feel like he fucked up. Even in the past when he’s done and said horrible things -- he never had such an ache.
Something about you just… sends him reeling.
Then he remembers what Leena said, “You better call me with all the details of your date.”
Was this a date? He didn’t even think of it in that way. It’s just two people eating… right?
Just a man and the… mother… of… his… child.
“I need whisky,” he mumbles to himself, standing up.
He hasn’t been on a date in God knows how long. He hasn’t spoken to a woman, truly spoken to one, in what feels like a millennia.
Picking up the empty bottle of whisky from the small bar caddy, he curses to himself.
He decides it’s in his best interest to go all the way to the kitchen to get a bottle. Even though his bedroom is just a floor down.
But, it certainly isn’t because you’re in the kitchen cooking. No. Not at all.
As he gets closer to the kitchen, he can smell different types of herbs and delicious meats cooking. He can smell raw peppers and onions and it makes his mouth water.
Yoongi watches you from afar for a minute, just standing on the last step of the stairwell. You’re humming, the song is sweet and calm. You have on a cute apron around your waist, with small smears of what seem to be a sauce of some kind on it.
He can feel his heart lightening at the simple sight of you. You look so… beautiful. So fucking domestic. And, he feels like he doesn’t even need the alcohol anymore because just watching you makes him drunk.
How bizarre.
“What’re we doing?” Maya whispers from next to the stairwell.
Yoongi practically jumps out of his skin at the sight of her, pressing his hand to his heart.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he whispers fiercely, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat.
He hears the older woman giggle and he rolls his eyes at her giddiness.
“I’m just getting whisky,” he mumbles aloud, still trying to keep quiet in case it would disturb you.
“Oh. I see. I can get it for you, Sir.” she replies and he grabs her wrist gently as she tries to walk away.
“No, no! I got it. It’s okay. I was just…” he can’t even complete his sentence.
What was he doing? Checking you out? He was just watching you, feeling so serene.
“You were being sweet, like I raised you. You were entranced by her.” Maya says.
He grimaces at her. “No! I was just… waiting to see if she burned down the kitchen or not.”
Maya giggles to herself before bowing her head. “Of course, Sir. I see that now.”
He rolls his eyes as she takes off to the maid’s quarter.
He watches you wave to Maya with a shy smile on your face.
“Goddammit,” he mutters, combing his fingers through his hair.
He takes small steps, trying his hardest not to disturb you as he walks by the long bar.
“Oh, hey Yoongi!”
Your voice is so sweet. Especially when you say his name.
“Smells good,” he calls to you, walking through the small hallway before appearing in the kitchen.
“Thanks! I hope you like it,” you reply happily as you stir something in the pot.
As he takes in your face, he snorts gently at a small stain by your cheek.
“I think you’re a messy cook,” he teases, walking towards you.
“Huh?” you ask confused.
Stepping in front of you, he taps his index finger to the underside of your chin.
“Look at me,” he instructs.
As you look up at him, he can feel himself falling into your eyes. You’re so doe-like and precious even when you don’t know it. It’s kind of miraculous.
Wiping his thumb over your cheek, he snorts gently. Your breath hitches in your throat as he strokes his thumb over you.
“What’re you making for dinner?” he asks, trying to distract himself from how soft your skin is.
“Well, I made a lot of things.” you reply, pulling your face away from him to look down at the pot.
He hums inquisitively, grabbing a glass off of a rack and pulling out the whisky.
“Do tell, little dove. You’re making me hungry,” he jeers, pouring himself a large portion of the alcohol.
“Well for the appetizer, I made brussel sprouts with parmesan and bacon and a small salad. For the soup, I made a soybean sprout soup. And, the main course is veal with lemon butter sauce and glazed carrots.” you tell him proudly.
He begins to smirk at how pleased you are with yourself.
“Sounds good, I’m excited,” he replies, lifting his glass.
You giggle gently, turning off the burner underneath the pot.
Leaning down on the marble island across from him, you rub your hands together.
“I hope you like it,” you whisper.
You sound shy now and it peeks his interest. You’re like a frail flower. It’s so difficult to get a read on you or put you in a category. But, maybe that’s how it should be. You shouldn’t just be one specific way, you should be well rounded. And he thinks you’ve got that.
“I’m sure I will. Although, didn’t I put in the contract that you shouldn’t be eating so much?”
Finally for once it doesn’t come out as gruff and angry, it was meant to be a joke. Luckily for him, it came out that way.
You find yourself smiling, almost having the urge to stick your tongue out at him playfully.
“I haven’t been able to cook in a long time, this feels nice. Eating a lot once in a while isn’t so bad,” you counter good-naturedly.
He raises his glass at your words. “Touche. Little dove, touche.”
You lean your head on your shoulder, your fingers skimming over each other as you look down at the marble beneath you. For once, the silence isn’t awkward or uncomfortable. It’s pleasant.
“Was it nice to see Leena this morning?” he knows the answer, but he wants to see you smile wider.
And so you do. Brimming from ear to ear, you nod.
“So nice! I’m so happy that I got to see her,” you admit, looking up at him.
“Well, she can come over whenever she wants. It’s in the contract,” he suggests.
“I didn’t know if I wanted her to come over yet, y’know. With Sera around and stuff…” your answer falls flat as Yoongi chuckles across from you.
“That’d be like putting two piranhas in a tank and seeing who wins,” he chuckles.
You snort gently, pointing at him. “Exactly.”
He watches you fix things up around the kitchen, cleaning as you go.
And finally he speaks after some time. “What can I do to help?”
Humming you shrug with a smirk. "I got it. Why don't you go relax for a while?" you suggest.
As you go to lift the pot, Yoongi whistles loudly as if to tell you to stop.
"I read that pregnant women shouldn't be lifting anything heavy. Don't even think about it. I got it," he insists, waving his hand for you to move.
"You read something?" your voice is wrapped with humor as you move over.
"Very funny, little dove. Go set up the table," he instructs with an ever present smirk on his face.
Yoongi leans back in his seat, his stomach was full of delicious food by now but he can't stop picking at his plate. A true testament to how great of a cook you are.
"Damn." he whispers, wiping his mouth with his napkin.
You smirk across the table, your arms folding with pride.
"Good?" you ask softly, grabbing your drink.
"Very good. I'm impressed," he says as he slings his arm over the top of his chair.
You giggle gently, your head lolling back to look at the clear night sky.
"Who taught you how to cook?" he asks, watching as you count the stars.
So here it is. Will he be as truthful as you? Will he talk to you?
"My parents. My dad always liked cooking more than my mother. She was sick a lot when I was young. Always in the hospital. So my dad got comfort from making her food and I used to take it to her," you answer, looking back down at him.
Yoongi nods gently, it's starting to click in his mind. "That's why you hate hospitals?"
"That's why I hate hospitals. There was a time when she was admitted for a bad stomach ache and she got worse in the hospital because the bedding and the nurses weren't clean." you reply breathlessly.
The father of your child cringes at the thought, taking a sip of his whisky.
"You?"
Yoongi takes a deep, slow breath. He stares at your face and the task at hand is daunting. If people didn't already know him, he didn't open up. But, he should open up to you.
Or he thinks so anyway. You're having his child, you should know about him. And maybe if he speaks his history then it will break the cycle. Then he won't turn into his parents, he won't have a fucked up kid like himself.
"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," you say quickly.
You can see him wrought with nervousness. Just the prospect of letting things out must terrify him.
"No, I should talk about them. If not with you then surely a therapist," he jokes out of worry.
But, then he looks at your face. He feels that sense of dizzying calm once more. Like everything is going to be okay.
He chugs the rest of his whisky, his mouth watering and grimacing.
"No, I don't know how to cook. I'm not even sure my parents know how to cook-" he lets out a breath, letting the warm fire of the alcohol in his belly keep him going, "-they never took care of me. I was born and they were relieved to have a boy so they didn't have to try again."
You hum sadly at his words, tucking your legs beneath you as he runs his hand over his face.
"Maya has always taken care of me. She's always loved and cared for me. She's my mother by all accounts, if I'm being honest. My father was a very big disciplinarian… if that's what you want to call it. Most people would say abusive," he says, pouring himself another glass of whisky.
"Kneeling on rice, getting hit with sharp objects, burning cigarettes out. Things like that," he waves off the notion with his hand, shivering while even speaking the words.
Your heart breaks for him, thinking of how painful that must have been when he was a child.
"I haven't seen my parents in… four years now, since I got married. I hate them." he spits at the ground beneath his feet.
You can see the emotional turmoil he's reliving. You can't imagine how difficult that is.
"I'm sorry," you whisper and he shakes his head fiercely.
Picking up his fork, he taps it gently to the fine china as he thinks.
"So I grew up hating authority because of them and the teachers at Sairmount. They always said I should be doing better because of my position and what I would grow into. I hated that. Even when I tried my best I received no praise, and if I made one mistake it was like the end of the world. So I ended up just kind of… becoming a shell."
You nod to his words, your index finger swirling around the rim of your glass.
"What else, little dove?" he asks softly.
As he tilts his head, you take in his handsome features. He's just a product of his environment. You wonder what he would be like if he could thrive.
"I heard that you go to BDSM clubs and stuff, is that because you feel the need to put people in pain like you were when you were younger?" you ask, trying to be considerate of his feelings.
He takes a sharp breath through his teeth almost as if you've burned him.
"Jesus. You might as well be my therapist," he mumbles, running his hand over his face.
But, he doesn't feel awkward talking to you. He likes this. He appreciates how you listen. How your eyes stay soft and you don't judge him.
"When I was younger -- I was probably sixteen when I developed a taste for it. I was getting angry and violent. I was breaking shit and I needed to funnel that into something. So I started going to a club and learned how to be a dom. It was about the comfort of being in charge. I would have a sub and tell them to jump. They would say how high. I thrived off of being in charge. Thrived off people doing my bidding sexually. It just felt right for me to tell someone what to do and have them want to do it for me. I was in charge, people listened to me, I didn't have to do things others wanted. People did what I wanted them to do. I've toned it down since then."
"You were pretty dominating with me," you offer softly.
He chuckles at how innocent you look, his index finger swiping slowly over his lower lip. "That's because you're so sweet. I wanted to wreck you."
With a gentle giggle, you put your elbow on the table before resting your head on your hand.
"You kind of did," you reply, putting your hand on your stomach.
His eyes follow your hand and he begins to smirk above his glass.
"Clearly," he whispers, his eyes slowly drifting up your body to your swollen tits.
He licks his lips slowly, his teeth tugging at his bottom lip gently.
He never understood the attraction to pregnant women like his friend Jimin. The younger man was obsessed with the notion of it and Yoongi couldn't possibly begin to grasp it. But now, with you sitting here before him, he might be beginning to understand.
Averting his eyes from you, he tries to keep his rampant thoughts at bay.
"What else do you want to know, little dove?" he asks, trying to distract himself.
Your cheeks puff out as you think, your fingers combing through your hair gently.
"Sera? What's with her. If you hate her so much why did you get married to her?" you whisper.
Well, that's something to kill the sexual mood he was starting to feel.
He spits on the ground at the simple name of her. He stares far off into the distance, his eyes lingering on a grove of trees Baeksoo has so kindly planted.
"Sera…" he mumbles, stretching out his legs.
You might as well know. You aren't going anywhere in his life.
"Jesus, I think about it everyday and it still makes me mad," he chuckles to himself, the sound bitter and full of resentment.
You watch his face contort in pain, just the simple memory making it hard to withstand.
Without a second thought you're moving your chair. The sound is loud as you move the heavy metal and he watches you with amused eyes. Finally, your seat is next to him and you huff out gently.
"What?" he asks gently as you plop back down.
You grab his hand, intertwining your fingers to bring him peace. His head lolls back against the chair, his eyes fluttering shut at the simple move. It's a simple thing to hold hands but it feels powerful when it's you.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," you say to him.
His thumb drifts over the back of your hand, his eyes opening to the numerous stars that hang brightly in the sky.
"Everyone knows I hate her but no one truly knows why. Maya, Joon, Hoseok, they know. Hell, Hoseok dives deep into her bitter cunt at night and he knows." he shakes his head gently, his eyes flitting from star to star.
You begin to bite your lip nervously as he squeezes your hand tighter.
"I didn't always hate her. I loved her once. I loved the prospect of her anyway," he breathes out, his hand gripping tighter at yours, "I was engaged at fourteen. It was mandatory, the leech's parents were friends with my parents. Their company was going down the drain, they almost had to declare bankruptcy. So this was the easiest thing for both parties. It's very normal in the high profile life to be engaged to someone else for money. It didn't bother me at all that I was engaged, so were the people around me. I thought I was going to have a life like Namjoon."
He snorts at the simple thought and mindlessly he tugs your hand with his over your stomach.
Just the thought of his baby inside of you brings him peace.
With a gentle sigh, he continues. "She didn't go to school with us and I had only seen her a few times at balls and galas. She was annoying back then and she was always brisk with people. But I liked that, I guess. Because I was the same way. I had a childish crush on her for so long and it kept growing as we got older."
He stops talking only to down another glass of whiskey. He closes his eyes as you run your hand comfortingly over his. "When I moved into this house, I had it renovated to please her. I did anything and everything to make her happy. And I was so… excited to have someone that was mine. Someone to spend the rest of my life with. I didn't want our marriage to be like my parents. And, now it's worse."
You find how sad he is depressing. Frowning, you click your teeth softly.
"I'm so sorry," you whisper.
Shaking his head, Yoongi looks at you. He gives you a sad smile. It's heart wrenching to look at his handsome face so distraught.
Even if he can be an asshole sometimes, you can understand him better now. That's all you wanted. You just wanted to be able to connect the dots.
"It was the night of our wedding, that's when I became aware of how awful of a person Sera is." he says, staring off into the distance.
He couldn't understand why she wanted to get married on New Years. It's freezing cold but if it makes her happy then he should do it. It'll be his duty as a husband anyhow.
"Come!" Taehyung whines to him as he sits in the booth.
"I'm not having sex with a woman the day before I'm getting married. That'd be such a dickish thing to do," he counters as Taehyung wraps his arms around the stripper beside him.
"You've been celibate for a year or some shit. You abstaining for the Lord or for the sake of your new bride is not going to make you a born again virgin, okay?" the younger man asks with a laugh, running his hand over the stripper's pert backside.
Rolling his eyes, the Kisung CEO takes a sip from his drink.
"It's not about being a born again virgin, you moron. It's about fidelity. It's about trust. She and I agreed that we would just be for each other." Yoongi barks out gruffly.
Taehyung grimaces at the simple thought. "Fine. Well whatever pact you have with your blushing new bride is depressing me. I'm going to get my dick wet with… Luna. That's your name, right?" the hotel CEO asks the woman on his arm.
She giggles loudly, the sound frightening and way too forced. "Laura, silly!"
"Yeah. That. Bye Hyung. Try to cheer the fuck up or something." Tae calls, picking the stripper up with his strong arms before swinging her over his shoulder.
Yoongi snorts loudly, his eyes flitting from here to there in the large strip club. This wasn't for him anymore. He would be married now. To a woman all his.
He's been living in this fantasy. Waking up on weekend mornings next to his wife, eating breakfast together. Having a few kids. Being able to enjoy each other's company.
He loves the idea of that. He's gone through so much terrible pain in his lifetime. Maybe, fate is telling him he deserves a reward now.
Standing up, he finishes the rest of his drink. He tosses a few hundred bucks onto the table before heading out.
He knows it's not customary to see his bride the night before the wedding but, maybe he can just have a talk with her. He's dying to see her.
For once, Yoongi let someone else take the penthouse besides him. Sera should be fully comfortable before her big day.
They bought out the whole hotel. She wanted to be married in Italy on New Years. She wanted diamonds dripping from the fucking ceiling and she would have it. She would have it all.
The walk from the strip club to the hotel wasn't far. Yoongi can see the lights on in the penthouse and his heart begins to hammer in delight at the thought of seeing her.
She's so fucking beautiful. Albeit, she can be a little irritating at times but who isn't? She's almost godly in his eyes.
He's been waiting for this day since he was fourteen. He can remember when Namjoon got engaged. How fucking against it he was.
Joon always wanted to do things his way. He wanted to pick who he was with, he wanted to be happy on his own. He despised Yoona for years before their big day a year ago. Then he found out how similar they are. He fell in love with everything she's in love with.
Yoongi hopes it'll be the same.
The ride up the elevator to the penthouse is quiet. Gentle muzak plays that seems to lull him into a false sense of security.
Sera might be really big on traditions. She might have him sit in the living room for them just to talk but that's okay too. Whatever she wants.
The elevator opens silently and Yoongi fixes his blazer in the hallway mirror. He smiles to himself softly, looking like nothing can bring him down from this cloud.
Until he hears it. Until he hears the gentle groaning of a man in his sexual pleasure.
"Oh fuck, Sera. Do it again, you filthy slut." he hears and his world comes crashing down around him.
"Yeah, fuck. You like that? Your cock is so much bigger than Yoongi's. I want you to come play with me during the week while he's at work," she sounds breathless.
The CEO's eyes flutter shut and he grips onto the table before him to keep him steady.
"Yeah. I'd bet you'd fucking like that. I bet you love the idea of me fucking your little cunt while your husband is away at work. Let me cum in your pussy before the cuck gets home. You'll let him in this pussy with my cum inside of you," the voice is that of Sera's driver. The one man Yoongi never even gave any thought to.
His hand feels for the wall. His legs are shaking by now and he slowly slides down the gold wall, pressing his hand over his mouth.
"Cum on my cock, you fucking slut."
The sound of her orgasming will never leave his brain. He can hear how pleased she is.
Yoongi in his past has had sex with others too. But, they promised to be faithful to one another. He believed her.
He can feel his eyes welling up with tears as he squeezes them shut tighter.
He thought fate was giving him a helping hand. He was going to be happy! What has he done so wrong in his life for misery to consistently stay?!
Heavy breathing is heard throughout the silent penthouse.
"Why did you promise that stupid fuck you would be only for him?" Jungmo, the driver, asks breathlessly.
Sera giggles, a sound once so adorable it brought Yoongi to his knees.
"Because I want his fucking money. There's no prenup if he thinks I'm all for him. He genuinely thinks that I love him. He thinks I care about whatever the fuck has happened in his miserable past. Do you know that he told me that his dad used to burn cigarettes out on his skin? I was supposed to feel sorry for him." Jungmo and Sera laugh along with one another.
Yoongi's mouth opens at the sheer atrocity he's listening to. She's so fucking cruel. How did he never see this? How could he have this happen to him?
"You were supposed to feel sorry for that billionaire while you're only sitting barely comfortable at seven million!?"
"I know, right?! The fucking nerve! Like, he doesn't even understand that my life has been so much worse! I had to almost go fucking bankrupt! Who gives a fuck about your sad past? What about me?"
The CEO tugs at the blazer fabric situated above his heart. He clamps his hand tighter over his mouth to stifle the sob raring to break free from his throat.
"I can't wait to take all his fucking money and leave him with only his sad little memories."
Crawling over to the elevator, he pushes the button softly. Praying to God that it doesn't make any noise when it opens.
She's such a cruel bitch. So fucking vile.
He stands up on shaky legs as the door opens without a sound. Pushing the button for the floor below him, he waits until the door closes.
He waits until he is safe in his room.
He wails loudly, falling onto the carpeted flooring of the hotel room. He gasps for air, hands digging and pulling at his hair.
He cries for an hour, maybe more. Time seemingly stops in his distraught state.
When he calms himself down, he pulls out his phone. He crawls over to the bar caddy, wiping viciously at the tears he's spilled for the woman upstairs.
Yoongi doesn't even grab a glass, he just pulls the bottle of whisky down to the floor.
Sitting back against the long bar of the room, he dials the only number he can right now.
The sound of the phone ringing is so loud, it makes him want to weep all over again.
"Yoongi? It's two in the morning, what the fuck?" Namjoon calls blearily, through the phone.
"Joon… Please come to my room." his voice cracks and breaks as he picks up the bottle of whisky.
"Jesus, are you okay?" his best friend asks quickly.
"I need… I need a prenup. Please. Come." Yoongi begs, lifting the bottle to his lips.
"I'm coming! Hold on!" Joon calls to him before the line goes dead.
He gulps down the whisky at a ferocious speed, the liquor swirling and settling in his guts. The fire flaming and goading him on to no avail.
"YOU FUCKING WHORE!" he screams at the top of his lungs.
Yoongi launches the bottle across the room, burying his face into his knees as the sound of glass echoes all around him.
"Oh Yoongi. I'm so sorry," you whisper, clutching tighter to his hand.
Yoongi finds himself laughing at the memory now. He was so blind back then. So lovestruck.
"Nothing that isn't fixed now, little dove. Now we're both trapped in this marriage." his voice is devoid of emotion as he picks up the liquor bottle.
You can see how hurt he is even now. How reliving the memory is something akin to death to him.
You lean in towards his body. You press your lips to his cheek and he grabs you tighter at the feeling.
"Maybe that's why I liked you in the club? Because you seemed so completely opposite of the whore that lives in my house," he says finally as you pull away.
He turns his face to you, your lips just mere inches apart.
Yoongi lifts his hand, placing it gently on your cheek.
"You're a good girl, Y/N. You're so kind and sweet. Fucking understanding. You're going to be a great mother. I'm so sorry that you have to deal with me. Deal with an asshole every day. It isn't fair to you," he whispers, his thumb grazing over the apple of your cheek.
His hand is so warm against your skin, so soft. He's being so gentle.
"You're not an asshole. Not truly." you reply softly.
With a snort, he rolls his eyes. "See. You're almost too kind."
You giggle as his hand drifts down the column of your neck, his thumb rubbing over your jawline.
"I'm serious. You can be an asshole, for sure. But it's because of all the terrible things that have happened to you. If you were happy, really and truly happy. You might flourish. You might be able to find yourself again." you reply.
It comes out as a suggestion but it's really a wish. No one should ever be put through what he has had happen to him.
He tilts his head unsurely, pulling away from you.
"You're going to be a great dad. I won't let you be anything but a good dad to your child. No one is perfect, Yoongi. We can do this together." you say, earnestly.
Together.
The word makes his heart rate pick up speed.
You're pretty perfect in his eyes.
He can tell as you sit with one another, how heavy your eyelids are getting.
"You're tired," he observes.
"No, I'm okay!" you reply quickly to him.
He clicks his teeth, eyes narrowing at you. "We're going to be truthful with each other from here on in. Are you tired?"
With a hesitant hum, you nod. "A little. The baby makes me tired a lot these days."
"Okay." Yoongi whispers finitely.
Standing up, he moved your chair for you. With a simple grunt, he picks you up in his arms bridal style.
"I can walk!" you whine, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"So can I." he jeers cutely.
Wading with sure steps through the house, you find how easy it is for him to look down at you. His eyes are soft when they look upon you now. Like telling you about his life has taken a huge weight off of his shoulders.
He kicks open your bedroom door with a smirk.
"There would have been a time I would have died to bring you up here to ravage you," he says, goodnaturedly.
"You still can." you sing softly as he lays you down on your bed.
"We'll see, hmm?" he whispers as he lifts the covers for you.
"Stay," you mumble, arranging the pillows to your liking.
"You want me to sleep with you?!" Yoongi feels frightened at the notion.
"Yeah… just stay. Don't leave me," you whisper as you close your eyes.
He hesitantly walks around to the other side of the bed. He fumbles with his pants and his shirt almost embarrassingly so.
Yoongi hasn't laid with anyone in years. He hasn't thought about doing so in ages.
"Did you leave?" your voice is just above a whisper.
He watches you for a second, how pretty and serene you look with your hair splayed over the pillow.
"No, little dove. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere," he replies, laying down beside you.
Swallowing thickly, he gets comfortable under the same covers as you.
This is bizarre.
Tiredly, you pull his hand. His eyes go wide as you situate it over your stomach.
"It's not a big deal, Yoongi. Just sleep." You mumble as you turn onto your back.
He can feel the tiny bump developing under his hand.
It is a big deal.
To him.
He brushes some hair out of your face gently.
Maybe Sera wasn't his start to a new life. Maybe it's you.
Next Chapter ---->
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Moe Moe Mallekei Kyun~
In which Malleus and Cater go to a maid café, and shenanigans ensue.
... I’ve been wanting to write this for a long time.
***Warning: mild spoilers for Malleus’s PE Uniform personal story!***
Imagine this...
“Lilia-sama.”
Two bodyguards fell into line, saluting simultaneously to their vice dorm leader.
“We just finished combing through the prime gargoyle locations around campus,” Silver reported. “Unfortunately, there was no sight of Malleus-sama to be found. The accounts of the various students we interviewed also corroborate that the Young Master has not recently been spotted in the area.”
“I see. Thank you, Silver.” Lilia sighed, cupping his cheek in one hand. “Hm, this is a bit odd. Wherever could he have wandered off to this time?”
At that moment, a ping! sounded off. Lilia fished his phone out of his pocket and, with one glance at the screen, his expression softened.
“You don’t suppose some dastardly villain has… kidnapped the Young Master and is holding him for ransom, do you?!” Sebek’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull at the thought. “If that is the case… THEN WE HAVE FAILED AS MALLEUS-SAMA’S KNIGHTS!!”
“Now, now--let’s not jump to conclusions. Even if that were true, I’m certain that Malleus would be able to easily fend off assailants on his own. Perhaps he has simply lost his way, or headed off campus to run an errand.”
“... Without warning us in advance?”
“I would have happily accompanied the Young Master wherever he went--EVEN TO THE ENDS OF TWISTED WONDERLAND ITSELF!!”
“Kufufu. Malleus is still young at heart. Let us allow him this moment of independence, just this once. He will find his way home eventually.”
“Welcome home, my masters!!”
Malleus skidded to a stop in the doorway—for beyond it laid unknown territory. The interior sported cream walls, with fairy lights, streamers, and paper flowers strung up. A number of tables and chairs, populated with people, were set against flowing white curtains.
Young ladies flitted about, balancing trays of food and drinks, cameras, and microphones. Each wore the same outfit, consisting of a frilly headdress, an apron, and a black dress with lace trim and ribbons.
And now, one of those uniformed girls extended a hand to him and a warm, welcoming smile.
Malleus frowned and turned to the orange haired young man beside him. “... Diamond. What is this strange establishment you’ve brought me to?”
“Mm? It’s a maid café,” Cater chirped, glancing up from his phone. “You said you’ve never been before, right?”
“Well, yes… However, when you invited me to join you for an outing, I did not expect this to be our destination.”
“It’ll be fine~ We’re already here, so let’s get seated!” Cater insisted cheerily, ushering the fae through the door.
“Right this way, my masters!” The greeter giggled and led the way, eventually stopping at a vacant table set for two. As the duo slipped into their seats, she handed them menus and moistened towels. “We have a wide selection of special services and delicious dishes for your enjoyment!”
Malleus hesitantly flipped open the (very pink) menu and ran his eyes down the page of available items. Along with the expected offerings of desserts, savory foods, and beverages were odd listings: massage, ear cleaning, karaoke, game, arts and crafts, picture, spoon feeding, live song and dance...
He stared quizzically at Cater, who seemed to be taking everything in stride.
“I’ll take a plate of omurice! How about you, Malleus-kun?”
He stared back at his menu, trying to make rhyme or reason of the unique names. What in the Great Seven was a Pyon ❤ Pyon Sunshine Bar…? Or a Lucky☆Happy☆Cookie? Malleus’s brows furrowed in both concentration and confusion.
“I… I shall have the local specialty, whatever that may be,” the fae prince declared at last.
“Excellent choices! And would you like a bunny, or a kitty?”
“You hand out animals at this eating establishment? Is that not a health code violation?”
“Aaah, Malleus-kun, she doesn’t mean real rabbits and cats. Look--you’ll see when she brings them, okay?” Cater laughed awkwardly. Then, turning to the waitress, he held up his index finger. “One of each, little lady~”
“Of course!” She scribbled down a few words on her heart shaped notepad before prancing off.
“... Diamond. Are you certain this is the fabled maid café of which you spoke of?” Malleus asked, folding his arms. “I find it difficult to believe that every patron here is descended from a high class lineage. Furthermore, the servers are wearing attire entirely unlike that of a traditional household servant.”
Cater blinked once, twice—then chuckled.
“Maid cafés are like normal cafés. Anyone can go to them to play pretend and chill for a while! The difference is that the waitresses are dressed cutely and offer fun services. Singing, dancing, playing games—that kinda thing!”
“I do not understand.” Malleus swept a hand at their surroundings. “The purpose of this establishment is merely for… amusement?”
“Yup! People get tired of the daily grind sometimes, so they go to places like this to see cute stuff and just take a load off.”
“I… I see.” Malleus tucked his thumb and forefinger under his chin. “We do not have anything like your maid cafes in the Valley of Thorns.”
“You don’t? What sort of things do you do back home for fun, then?”
“I was not allowed to venture far from the palace grounds. Most of my time was spent indoors, studying spells or honing my magical abilities.”
Cater inclined his head. “Oooh, right! Because you’re a prince and all, you weren’t able to do much—but hey! Things are different now! You’ve got Cay-kun to show you a good time!”
“Ah, yes. A ‘good time’...” Malleus attempted at a smile, which came out more wary than he had intended.
“Thank you for waiting!” a girlish voice chirped—their waitress had returned, wearing a tray of food in one hand and two headbands in the other. “Here is your omurice and Nyan ✨ Nyan ✨ Kitty-chan Parfait, plus one pair of kitty ears and one pair of bunny ears!”
She handed Cater his dish—a bed of ketchup flavored fried rice, sealed by a wobbling omelet and garnished with a sprig of parsley.
“Mm! Smells delicious. Thanks a bunch~” Cater grinned, winking at his server.
The maid giggled and placed Malleus’s dessert before him, along with the headbands.
“Would you like me to draw or write something special for you on your meal, master?” she asked, gesturing to Cater’s omurice.
“Sure thing! Could you write ‘Mallekei’? Oh, and a couple of hearts would be cute, too!”
“As you wish!”
As the maid set to work, Malleus marveled at the sight of his parfait.
Colorful scoops of ice-cream, granola, and sliced fruits were layered inside of a tall glass cup. A generous crown of whipped cream and a drizzle of strawberry sauce topped it off. Sticking out from the whipped cream were two wafer triangles and dots of chocolate candies, forming a cat-like face.
How adorable.
… But not adorable enough to be spared.
“Thank you for the food.” The fae raised his spoon to demolish the poor parfait kitten—
“Stop, stop, Malleus-kun!!” Cater cried, frantically waving his arms. “N-Not yet!!”
Malleus lowered his spoon with a frown. “Food is meant to be consumed, Diamond. Is there an issue you have with my table etiquette?”
“Well—no, but…” Cater played with a lock of his orange hair and sighed. “There’s certain rituals we need to do first!”
“Rituals? Oh, my apologies. I was not aware. Please proceed with your regularly scheduled… rituals.”
“Ahaha, you’re a quick learner! First thing’s first, let’s put on our headbands!” Cater swept up the cat ears and passed them over. “Here, to match your parfait! I’ll take the rabbit.”
Malleus gingerly nestled the cat ears on his head, copying Cater’s movements. It was a bit tricky maneuvering around his horns, but somehow, he managed.
“Oh!! Those ears suit you so well!” the waitress said, glancing up from decorating the omurice. Carefully placed splotches of ketchup spelled out ‘Mallekei’, hearts and little sparkles littering the space around the boys’ combined names.
“... Do they?” Malleus doubted it.
“They do!!” Cater reassured him with a laugh. “Ne, ne, miss! Can you take our picture so my friend here can have a souvenir to take home with him?”
“Certainly!” She replaced the bottle of ketchup and hurried off, returning shortly after with a polaroid camera. “Are you ready, my masters?”
“Ready, Malleus-kun?”
“Hmph. Of course. I will have you know that my posing abilities have improved considerably since our last encounter. Do not underestimate me.”
“Oh, that’s great! You’ve been practicing! Then… on the count of three, we nyah, okay?”
“... What is ‘nyah’?” Malleus inquired, his confidence suddenly waning.
“Eh?” A blip of surprise crossed Cater’s face. “Like, y’know… nyah!”
The influencer curled both of his hands into balls and made a pawing motion at his friend. “Now you try!”
“Like this?” Malleus mimicked him. He was more stiff—definitely not as practiced—but the general motion was still recognizable.
“Very good, master!!” the waitress gushed, raising the polaroid up. “On three?”
“1, 2, 3… Nyah!”
A flash went off, sending stars into Malleus’s vision. As he rubbed the daze out of his eyes, Cater’s voice called out to him.
“Are you okay there?”
“I am well. There is no need for your concern,” the fae insisted. “This ritual… it is more confounding that I took it to be.”
“Eeeh? It’s not meant to be hard or anything. Just relax, relax!” Cater paused before adding, “It’s part of the ritual’s requirements! You need to be nice and loose for the last step!”
“What is this last step?”
“We need to cast a magic spell to make your food taste extra tasty!” the waitress declared cheerily.
“Hoh?” A smirk found its way onto Malleus’s face. “That can easily be arranged. Allow me to do the honors.”
He put his hand before his parfait, an eerie green glow emulating from his palm. The sinister light engulfed his dish and Cater’s, sending them floating midair. Radioactive ice-cream and omurice hovered above their heads, causing both Cater and their maid to recoil in shock.
Other customers stared at the spectacle from their own tables. One man’s jaw dropped, the forkful of spaghetti bolognese in his mouth clattering onto the floor.
“You, who provides sustenance to the masses, become that which is delici—“
“H-Hold on a sec, Malleus-kun!!” Cater practically leapt over the table to seize his friend’s glowing hand. “Not that kind of spell!!”
Eyes wide with surprise, Malleus allowed his magic to settle down. The parfait and omurice gently floated back onto their table, and the maid sighed with relief.
“Is there a different spell needed for this occasion? I assure you that I am well-versed in practical magic—you need only speak its name, and I can conjure the proper…”
“No, no! It’s—“ Cater casted a look at their server and nervously chuckled. “Ne, Maid-chan~ Think you can give us a demonstration of the right spell?”
“Yes, master!” the girl, ever professional, flashed a perky grin. “Please watch carefully!!”
The maid set down her polaroid on the table. She then arched her fingers into C-like shapes, thumb extended straight. Pushing her hands together, she formed a heart and aimed it in the direction of the boy’s dishes.
“Moe moe kyuuuuuun!”
“What an odd spell. In all my years, I have never heard of such an enchantment…”
“Well, there’s a first for everything, right?” Cater flicked one of his floppy rabbit ears. “Plus, it should be no problem for the great Malleus-sama to pull off this spell, right?”
“This is child’s play,” Malleus’s laugh was like the earth itself rumbling. His lips quirked into a small smile. “You will join me in performing this sacred ritual, will you not, Diamond?”
“Of course~”
“Very well.”
They made hearts and thrust them upon their meals. And together, they uttered those three magic words.
“Moe moe kyuuuuun!!”
“Welcome back, Malleus,” Lilia greeted. The vice dorm leader nonchalantly hung from the ceiling, his raven and magenta bangs suspended midair. “Did you have fun on your outing?”
“Lilia. You knew?” Malleus slowly shut the door behind him, chasing away the cool air of the night. He spoke softly, knowing that sounds carried in the dusty hallways of Diasomnia and could disturb its residents.
“The wonders of modern technology,” Lilia trilled, expertly landing beside his young master. He brandished his phone in a gloved hand, a text message displayed on the screen.
hey hey lilia-chan! gonna steal malmal-kun for the day~ he’ll be back later, but do me a solid and keep it a secret from s&s til then, ‘kay? thnx!! (✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡
“It looks as though I have been exposed.”
“There is no shame in making new friends. In fact, I’m proud of you for expanding your horizons.” Lilia beamed. “Though what a shame it is that I was not present to grab a few pictures. Hopefully Cater fulfilled that task for me.”
The ancient fae tilted forward in his toes and peered up at his prince. “Soooo? Where did you sneak off to?”
“Fufu. Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“My. Is that any way to treat the man that kept Silver and Sebek from hunting you down?” Lilia teased, wagging a finger.
“Such loyalty,” Malleus smirked, hands on his hips, “deserves to be rewarded.”
He produced a polaroid photograph from his breast pocket and presented it with a flourish. The image, forever captured in time, was that of Malleus and Cater—the former with cat ears, the latter with bunny ears—with hands balled to resemble paws. Cater cheekily winked, while Malleus looked slightly bewildered.
The edges of the polaroid were dotted with stickers—smiley faces, flowers, and hearts. Marker had been used to scrawl on whiskers and blushes over both boys’ cheeks.
Overall, cutesy—overwhelming so.
But the Malleus and Cater in the picture were happy.
Their eyes shining like jewels.
Nyah-ing their hearts out.
#twst#twisted wonderland#Malleus Draconia#Cater Diamond#twisted wonderland imagines#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland headcanons#twisted wonderland scenarios#something no one asked for#spoilers
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Anzu can expect some gifts for Mother's Day (even though the boys didn't make it too obvious). Rei: a shiny crystal pen with pink ink. Keito: a Mizuhanome original drawing. Midori: her favorite pizza. Souma: a large cup of bubble tea. Kaoru: a pair of fish hairclips. Hajime: box of club sandwiches. Eichi: an antique dagger-like letter opener. Koga: bbq meat skewers. Adonis: an invite for fruit parfait. Tori: a teddy bear charm. Makoto: a box of heated eyemasks.
Given that she wasn’t really expecting anything from Mother’s day due to the fact she wasn’t their biological mother, the gifts from each of the idols certainly came as a surprise to her, but she did accept each one at each point of the day ( despite the fact she rarely ever eats due to her work, it appears when offered, she may have a harder time turning someone down gently. )
Upon being given a pen by Rei, the producer’s eyes lit up and she stood on her tiptoes to pat his head, excitedly thanking him for getting her a pen, telling him that she didn’t have any time to go shopping for stationary lately and that she’d be sure to make it up to him at a later date. “I promise, I’ll buy you something in return, thanks again, senpai! This is a really cute pen!”
With Keito she was clearly surprised with the present and she smiled up at her upperclassmen when she received it. “Thanks, Hasumi-senpai, or Mizuhanome-sensei,” The girl giggles and looks up at him with a nod, speaking genuinely soon after. “I’ll treasure it, seriously. It means a lot to know you’d give me something like this.”
When Midori gave her a meat feast pizza, the producer was surprised that he knew about her favourite kind of Pizza and let out a laugh. “You sure make it hard to refuse you, huh, Midori? You pay a lot of attention to people, I think.” With that she thanks him, and gave him a brief hug afterwards. “You wanna eat together?”
It was a little after that when Souma found her and after offering her the Bubble tea, the producer seemed surprised, slipping off her headphones and patting the space next to her. “Sure, thanks Souma, you’re the best,” she hums, sending the samurai a smile. “I’d give you a hug but I dunno if you’re too fond of that idea.”
When Kaoru came and gave her hairclips, she was...frankly stunned for a second. “Is-Is this okay? I wouldn’t wanna put you out-” but when he told her it was fine, she sent him a smile. “Thanks senpai, I’ll make it up to you.” with that, she pops her current music note hairclips off and replaces them with the fish hairclips.
“Oh, thank you, Hajime! Would you like me to get you something in return? You really do go out of your way for people all the time, don’t you?” The producer takes the club sandwiches and carefully pulls her underclassman into a hug. “You’re really too sweet for your own good, sometimes.”
Upon being passed something that looks like a dagger, the Producer took a second to stare at it before she realised it simply looked like one, and she grinned. “Is this your letter opener, senpai? It looks pretty fancy,” when he said it was for her, however, the producer blinks a couple times. “T-Thank you senpai, but let me get you something in return! This looks mad expensive and I wouldn’t want to be the only one taking.”
She was in class at lunch doing some work when the door swung open to reveal Koga, who was clearly irked that she was working during her break, and when she went to duck under the desk to continue, he told her off further before offering her a selection of BBQ meat skewers. “Thanks, dude,” She hums, with a laugh. “You wanna eat together for a while? It’d be cool to hear how you’ve been doing lately.”
When Koga left and a little before class started, Adonis came to class and offered her an invite for fruit parfaits, she was surprised by the invitation but she’s sure she has time after school for that for a considerable time period, so she nods and agrees. “Sure, thanks for the invite Adonis! It should be fun, plus, I think you and me don’t hang out enough anyways.”
The brunette was walking in the halls, on her way to a practice room to over see one of the unit’s new choreography when she sees Tori approaching her, she turns to hug him when he offers her a teddy bear charm. “Thanks, Tori, it’s super cute. Guess we’re matching a bit, huh?” she asks, pointing to his own charm.
“Makoto, my beloved friend, you are too good to me,” she announces when he gives her the box, leaning over her desk to pat his shoulder. “I’ve never used these before, they seem pretty cool though! Would you mind explaining how to use them right? I mean, I know they’re for eyes but do you like...crack them like a glowstick to make them work?”
#I'm sorry this is so late#toneofdarkness#☆ﾟ*・ﾟ verse — ↳ and at the end of the day i’m always asking who i am
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(infinity) days of snow // c. 1 [tom hansen]
a repost, originally posted in my former writing blog
ship: tom hansen x oc
warnings: swearing; edited thrice in a span of…a few minutes so mistakes may be present
notes: i really enjoyed writing this before, super fun
summary: after summer is autumn, .after autumn comes winter. and during winter, there is snow.
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“How’s the job hunting coming along?” Rachel asks. She ties her hair in a ponytail and looks out at the field. It’s the fifteen minute break from soccer practice and she decides to hang out with him instead. “Was working in Highland really giving you a break?”
“I’ve gotten a lot of callbacks,” Tom answers, not taking his eyes off his sketch-pad. “So yes, I’d like to think Highland gave me something. The ones that are accepting me are giving me a time period to think about it, I told them that I had other options and wanted to finish the prospects first. I’m having another interview tomorrow. It’s the last and the most important.”
“Impressive. Sounds like you aren’t even a jobless guy.” Rachel sneaks a peak at what he’s drawing. It’s a girl. “Which firm?”
He takes a deep breath and looks at the younger girl. “Avalanche Corporations.”
*~~*
(858)
Paul puts down his bottle of beer. “You’ve got an interview with Avalanche Corporations?” His jaw drops and his eyes look for any signs of a trick. “That's…huge!”
“That’s why my interview isn’t until two weeks from now. And that’s just me being lucky because someone was too chicken and had to cancel his appointment.”
“Why would anyone want to back out from their appointment in Avalanche?” McKenzie shakes his head. “They’re lucky enough to get an interview.”
Tom shrugs. “Right now, I only care that I’m able to have an interview. Now that I have a chance—”
McKenzie cuts him off, “An interview isn’t a chance.”
“—I might actually be a part of something bigger.”
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He’d see her on the train sometimes, most of the time she’s looking around, as if she’s hiding from someone. He’d see her in the diner, too, eating regular meals as if they’re the most delicious things in the world. Sometimes at the karaoke bar, he’d find her drinking beer alone. He sees her in the park lots of times, too. But he never gave her much thought. She’s just a very pretty stranger that he regularly sees.
So imagine his surprise when he sees her in the entrance of the theatre talking to strangers who stop to listen but eventually leave her. He sees her sigh with disappointment and put her hands in her pocket. His legs take him to her and he asks, “Are you okay?”
She looks at him and shrugs. “Yeah. Just…,” heaving a breath, “would you like to watch Inception with me? I know you’ve probably seen it already but this theatre does show reruns and I have an extra ticket and I’m not very…I’m not really up to watching it by myself since I was supposed to be with someone and—”
“Sure,” he says, “why not? I was planning on watching that anyway.”
*~*
(858)
“And did you enjoy it?” McKenzie asks.
Tom looks away from the window and to the person in front of him. Paul is waiting for an answer, too. He hesitates and then nods, a small smile forming on his lips. “Yeah, I did.”
*~*
(856)
The night was going greater than he expected. She brings him to Sundae’s Best, an expensive ice cream restaurant, and she orders a treat without even looking at the menu and acting like it’s no big deal. She even asks him to get whatever he desires. “Just get anything,” she urges. And he gets a parfait he has always wanted to try.
He suddenly blurts out to her that had broken up with his girlfriend, Autumn, about a week ago and resigned from his job earlier that morning. She asks him why. “We were both the only candidates for a really big promotion. She’s always wanted it and so I let her have it. Everything was okay but I noticed the changes. I talked to her about it and when I told her she was my girlfriend…she told me that she’s also my boss.”
His companion cringes. “That really stings.”
He agrees. “Broke up with her the next day. My sister liked her but even she noticed that she was too work-oriented.”
“Do you have any job prospects?”
“A lot, but,” he looks out the window and eyes the tower with shining lights that says Avalanche Corps., “I’ve always wanted to work there,” he sees her look at the tower, too, “and I’ve been trying to get an interview but slots are always filled.”
“Will you promise me to try calling again?”
He raises his eyebrows but realizes that there’s nothing he would lose if he did. “Sure, one last time.” He shrugs. “What were you doing alone in the theatre and asking random strangers to watch a movie with you?”
“I was supposed to be watching with my dad but he…um…had a last minute business call and had to go back to work.” She smiles and takes the last bite of her ice cream cake. “I never asked you your name.”
“Tom. Tom Hansen.” He smiles at her. “I just spent a night with a total stranger. I’m just lucky she’s cute,” he flirts and notices her blush. “What’s your name?”
*~*
(858)
Paul raises his eyebrows and leans forward. “Well? What’s her name?”
“What’s her name, man?” McKenzie joins. “Don’t tell me you didn’t get it.”
“Did you get her number?”
“Are you going to see her again?”
“Tell us you’re going to see her again.”
“Can you at least show us how she looks like?”
“Yeah, surely she has a social networking site.”
“How many beautiful girls do you see and compare them to what that girl did to you.”
“Dude, you’ve got to go and get her.”
“Forget about Autumn! Didn’t you tell us that you expected something like that would happen?”
“She’s a career-oriented woman.”
“And they are not your type.”
Tom blinks and nods. “Right, her name. It's…”
*~*
(856)
“Snow.” She grins. “Snow Lanché.”
After taking that in for a few seconds, he grabs his jacket beside him and leaves right away, ignoring her when she asks what’s wrong. “Tom!”
*~*
Back to day (1)
(1)
He isn’t fully over Autumn. But he got the job at Avalanche and is now starting his first day. Rachel, who had wanted to wish him good luck on one of the most nerve-wracking days of his life, smiles at him. “You got this.”
*~*
(456)
He’s been working for Avalanche for a year and a few months and he loves it. He’s made friends, he’s gone out with a few women and has even become friends with his boss. “I like you, Tom,” he said once, “your ideas are different and I like that.” Mr. Lanché had been consulting with him personally since then. “I think you and my daughter, Ava, would be good friends.”
The only thing that sucks is that he hasn’t seen Snow. Not on the train. Not in the diner. Not in the karaoke bar. Not in the movie theatre. Not in Sundae’s Best. Not in the park.
During his free time he would draw her. However, there’s always something wrong with it, always wondering what he’s missing. So he’d flip onto another page or grab a new, clean sheet and start drawing again. When Paul and McKenzie noticed, they think that the excuse he gives them, “It’s not perfect,” he would say, is a lie.
*~*
(489)
With his headphones on and his bag stuffed with all he needs and a little too early for his liking, Tom is ready to go up to his desk and finish his endeavors for the day. When he reaches the building, he’s not entirely surprised that the elevator quickly opens and no one else is waiting but him. He goes in, punches his floor and waits for the doors to close as he tucks his headphones down. Already closed halfway, someone calls for the elevator to be put on hold. He does so and waits for the lady to come in.
She arrives, her head bent low as she’s rummaging inside her bag. “Sorry,” she says and then thanks him. “Usually I’m alone and I don’t normally care about getting the first ride I see, but I have to go upstairs and—” she looks up, “oh. Hello.”
He blinks. It’s the same pale face, her brown locks being held up in a bun, her brown eyes staring intently at him. It’s the lips, the smile, he can never perfect. “Hi.”
“You got the job,” she says, smiling. “I’m glad.”
“Do you work here, too?”
She laughs a little although it sounds as if there are undertones of irritation. “Well, of course. I don’t want to but—” she stops herself, “because I’m just…I’m the…I’m…a trainee! Yeah. I’m a trainee in the…um…research department.”
“Oh,” he nods, trying to search his mind for any news about new recruits, “you’re early.”
“I…left some files and I need to get them for my…report tomorrow…thought I’d sneak in and get them before anybody notices.”
“You haven’t pressed your floor,” he tells her.
She looks at the buttons and takes her time before pressing twelve. “You didn’t press close yet, either.” She presses the button a few floors below him and up they go.
*~*
(489)
“Is the company hiring again?” he asks Butch, one of his co-workers.
Butch shakes his head. “We’re a full house. You’re still the latest addition. Why?”
“I met someone in the elevator this morning. I kinda know her. She said she’s a trainee in the research department.” He cocks his head. “Was she lying?”
“Probably,” the other guy raises his eyebrows, “but you said you know her.”
“Yeah, we went on a sort of date once. She’s the reason why I called the company, actually,” he tells him. “She’s why I’m here.”
“Interesting.” Butch moves forward. “And how does she look like? I might have seen her around.”
Tom begins to describe her but something else catches his eyes. By the door, is the woman he had gone with to see Inception. “Like her.” He gestures.
Sasha, another of his co-workers who he’s a little close to despite his distaste of her eavesdropping habit, suddenly appears in between them. “Her? A trainee in the research department? That’s crazy, Tom. Are you sure?” She takes another look. “Are you very sure?”
“I’m very sure, Sasha,” he replies. He tries to catch her eye but she’s talking to the boss. When they finally make eye contact, her eyes widen and she turns around, talking once again to Mr. Lanché, he nods and immediately turns away. “She’s already close to the boss?”
“She’s a Daddy’s girl, Tom,” Butch says. “That’s Ava Lanché, dear boy. The Ava Lanché. Heiress to this very company. Daddy has a daughter and can’t resist naming her Ava.” He chuckles. “What were you saying about her being a trainee in the research department?”
“She said her name’s Snow,” is his reply. Lanché, he didn’t make the connection.
“That’s her nickname. She’s pale faced, beautiful and sweet. Like Snow. When she was younger she was a little on the chubby side and everyone made fun of her, with her name being something destructive and all, you know, avalanche, and there’s a resemblance on the physical side, you can imagine all the teasing. One day, during the start of a new academic year, she came to school looking all brand-new and became the ice princess. Cold. Like Snow.”
“She’s…the president’s…daughter,” he says quietly.
*~*
(490)
The sun wasn’t even up yet when he started getting ready. He was outside before the building was even open. He’s been waiting for about an hour now. The security guard and April Marie, the keeper of the front keys, greet him “good morning”. While opening the door, April Marie says, “You’re early, Tom.”
“I’m waiting for someone.”
And it all pays off. After she gets in an elevator, he rushes inside and waits for the machine to close before putting it in an emergency stop. “Did you have anything to do with this?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says without looking at him.
“Did you ask your father to hire me? The position I have now? My relationship with your father? Did you have anything to do with any of this? Be honest, Ava.”
“I only asked him to give you a chance, that he’d tell his secretary that if anyone named Thomas or Tom Hansen called for an interview, she should set up a schedule. It was just a coincidence that someone backed out and you got the slot. But I have nothing to do with all the other accusations. I swear. I didn’t even ask him to hire you. That was his choice.” She pauses. “And I don’t want you to call me Ava.”
They remain silent for the rest of the time until security and IT experts open the elevator. “Miss Lanché,” one of the men calls out to her, “we saw you in the camera footage, we thought you were stuck and—”
“My colleague and I were having a discussion, emergency stop,” she tells them.
“Oh,” they say. “Do you want us to close the doors again?”
Tom raises an eyebrow. Snow smiles a little. “No, it’s fine. We’re done talking.” She presses the last floor, just a floor above Tom’s, and thanks the workers. “We are done…aren’t we?”
He doesn’t reply, instead, he watches the numbers go by the elevator. When it dings and opens for him, he walks out but stops when Snow calls his name. “Do you wanna go out for coffee later? I’ll pick you up at around five?”
He turns around and sees her smiling hopefully. “Sure. Why not?”
*~*
(490-855)
The two had become very good friends. Tom looked past what had happened and they started anew (he did ask her how she managed to dodge him for a year, she replied that she memorized the building and could use her all-access ID to enter shortcuts). He never once called her Snow and continues to call her Ava. She had asked why once and he told her the reason, including why he ran out of the restaurant during their first meeting; she understood.
She explained to him why she didn’t want to take over the company and would rather be a teacher.
He brought her to the karaoke bar and helped her have fun; he even got her to sing a lot. And they go to his favorite spot in the park frequently.
They talk all day, constantly IM-ing each other during work hours and texting or calling when they’re free. Once she convinced her father that she could go home by herself during certain days, he never fails to bring her home and she insists he calls once he gets back to his own apartment. On weekends, despite having work to do—Tom with clients that he has to help and Snow with her father’s orders—they’re on the phone all night and would meet up during the day; sometimes, they’d abandon their work and have fun.
At one point, Snow had confessed to him her feelings, and although his feelings for her have also started to grow, he wasn’t prepared for another relationship and he didn’t want to ruin their friendship. “I’m sorry, I don’t…feel the same way.” She smiled and nodded, understanding. It hasn’t affected them at all. Until Zachary Williams.
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College AU Request
This is part two of this post.
Last college au request was over a year ago and since this is a very popular au the list is insanely long! There are some fics older than the last req but that weren’t recommended yet so I included those too ^^ enjoy and don’t forget to leave kudos & comments to the authors ♡♡♡
La Taille Parfaite - (ongoing) soulmates au, kyungsoo dreams of his soulmate’s dick and can’t wait to meet him
Criminally Romantic - kyungsoo is an author and jongin is a huge fan
Yes, the Brisket is Braised - (ongoing) Kyungsoo works part-time in a restaurant in which he meets the campus’ most popular jock jongin and is an asshole to him
Our Season - (ongoing) wolf & abo, they’re in the same frat house and are attracted to each other, but there are other guys who want a piece of kyungsoo’s ass (read: junmyeon is a little piece of shit)
The Deflowering of Do Kyungsoo - (ongoing) kyungsoo is very insecure about himself but jongin loves him and wants to show him just how much
Sucker + Supermassive Black Hole - last two parts of a series where the boys are in college, established relationship, they deal with the struggles of life and how to keep their love going
Flawless - (ongoing) kyungsoo likes to crossdress which make people judgmental about him. he thought jongin was like all those people who make fun of him but jongin genuinely likes him
this gap can’t keep us apart - (ongoing) kyungsoo is in college and takes the bus every morning where he meets businessman!jongin and they start talking and getting close. turns out jongin is sehun’s older brother who is kyungsoo’s friend and they meet at their house when jongin discovered his girlfriend cheated on him again
Prank Gone Wrong - kai is a known prankster, so his bf ksoo decides to prank him instead one day. it backfires in a way he didn’t expect
Coffee - jongin found out taemin cheated on him which led him to the cafe where kyungsoo works~
Wild Flowers Worth Knowing - (ongoing) ot12 vampire au, kyungsoo’s life has changed for good after discovering vamp!jongin’s secret
i just need the time and place to come through - after ksoo’s been dumped jongin wants to teach how to fuck around, until he realizes he doesn’t want anyone else to have kyungsoo but him
run batted in - sports au, they’re from different colleges and during a competition they meet and voilà it’s instant love
Draw Me Like One of Your French Girls - (ongoing) kyungsoo is in a studio art class and jongin is his nude model
lately all i want is you on top of me - *cries hearts* they both think they’re straight until jongin accidentally sends a pic of his ass to kyungsoo and it marks the beginning of their gayness
Campaigning For Your Heart - elections au, enemies to lovers, they both support different people and get into heated arguments, which is all just bottled up sexual tension really
there are no wrong mistakes - /heart attack/ kyungsoo is a homebody who’s quiet and thinks he is boring. his roommate’s best friend thinks otherwise.
Pay Me Some Mind - (how was this not recced before? lol) fwb to lovers, kyungsoo doesnt know jongin’s had a crush on him for a while but that doesn’t stop him from catching feelings
Hurricanes - *my absolute fav* bad boy!jongin meets not-so-innocent!soo and they fuck, but kyungsoo thinks its a mistake and jongin is intrigued (liiiight angst)
You times infinite - they become study buddies and then kyungsoo is turned into a vampire and doesn’t know how to stay close to jongin without hurting him
A Certain Romance - sports au, they’re from different schools but during a competition, a certain captain catches ksoo’s attention and maybe he’s interested in football after all
Signal Lost (& Found) - /looooove this/ soulmates & coffee shop au, jongin gets tattoos of what his soulmate draws since he was a child and then one day it disappears, and he’s confused about what happened to his soulmate
Just Say You Want Me (That’s All It Takes) - god yes. established relationship and library fucking with top!soo and slut shaming. need i say more?
A Different Morning - (YEEEES) childhood bffs!kaisoo and vlogger!jongin, MUTUAL PINING but they’re both oblivious!!!
Break a Leg - drama club au i liiiive for this! they had a one night stand and ksoo is kind of a bitter asshole who doesn’t want anything to do with super popular jongin after it
vertigo; crash - abo, omega!soo is accidentally put in the alpha dorms and jongin thinks he hates him
Clandestine Romance - arranged marriage but they love each other, ksoo is in his last year of college and his husband turns up to become his new dance teacher
Pumped Up Kinks - (ongoing) kyungsoo goes to a gay strip club for his 21st birthday and gets more than he bargained for
We Can Go Home - broken kaisoo, jongin has to ask his ex for help in maths, and then... KISS & MAKE UP
Mirrors - (ongoing) ksoo is a famous youtuber whose fans start a online fanwar with kim jongin’s fans. he decides to be mature about it and text jongin himself to apologize
So You Have a Crush (Here's How You Grapple with It) - sports au, jongin is a taekwondo player and has a crush on the judo captain ksoo, and tries to get him to teach him chokehold techniques. (smutttt)
Hair - (ongoing) kyungsoo found out he has stage 2 spinal cancer, so he decides that he wants to take some risks before he has to die, like have sex with a guy. and this is how he meets jongin
If Only I Knew - soulmates au, jongin wants to wait to find his soulmate to be in a relationship but when he meets kyungsoo he changes his mind (warning: character death)
Some Kind of Start - ksoo likes jongin and the latter knows but chooses to ignore it since he doesn’t like him back. sehun asks ksoo to fake date so he can make junmyeon jealous, but jongin is also a victim of jealousy
hold onto me tight and never let go - het!kaisoo with fem!soo, she has trouble letting go of her barriers and jongin really wants to get to know her more
P.S. You're Cute - (ongoing) jongin liked his senior’s profile on tinder and they matched
Cloud9 - transition from hs to college, jongin expressed his crush for ksoo although nothing happened, they meet again five years later in college
Perfection - vocal major!ksoo meets dance major!nini and decides he likes him and will take care of him
A Slice of Summer Love - jongin has a crush on the pizza delivery guy and orders too much pizza (very cute uwu)
I’m sorry I broke your hand, date me so I can make it up to you (kinda) - jongin tripped during a party and groped ksoo’s ass by accident, and ksoo’s reaction was to break his arm, but he took care of him as a form of apology
Aspartame (Just As Sweet) - jongin’s friend creates him an account on a sugar daddy website as a joke but he was curious and kept it and met kyungsoo
Kim Jongin's Must Kiss List - after an accident during a bake sale in high school, ksoo doesn’t stand jongin. in college nini puts up a “would kiss” list with ksoo’s name on it among others, and an angry ksoo retaliates by putting up a “would never kiss” list with only nini’s name on it, which is the start of everything
Love In Control - bdsm!au in which kyungsoo wanted a partner that would understand his needs and how to dominate him, and that person is kim jongin (warning: obviously bdsm and everything that comes with it. please read the tags carefully!)
No buts, just beauty - wolf au, kyungsoo is bullied and being told he’s ugly, jongin is making sure he feels beautiful
[Ain't] My Fault - top!soo greatness :-) they meet while jongin’s still with sehun but they break up soon after bc sehun cheated on him, and ksoo’s here to pick up the broken pieces
Treasure Trove - dragon au, ksoo is sick n jongin went to his room to give him candy and then they netflix and chill (literally)
Waiting for You to Make a Move - i’m fucking in love with this fic omg ;___; JONGIN IS A DRUM PLAYER and they were crushing on each other during the bus ride in the morning and then ksoo goes to chanyeol’s band’s gig and THERE HE IS JONGIN THAT SEXY MOTHERFUCKER. yes read it please (smut)
This is a start of something new.. - police officer!soo goes to check a college party that wasn’t reported and is stuck with a flirty jongin
Cafe Eau Laid - /sweats profusely/ wolf au and coffee shop au, jongin has a crush on a cute costumer that comes otfen but thinks the friend that comes along is his boyfriend when he’s really just an idiot. (public sex n size kink, you know its good)
My Universe - set in college au but it’s also mama au, jongin is having weird dreams that seem like memories of another life, and dreams of a certain guy that he seems close with.
Sweep You Off Your Feet (Or Mop Around) - kyungsoo works as a janitor at nini’s college to help support his family. they get to know each other and kyungsoo doesn’t tell him he’s not a student but after an incident, he’s fired from the job and has to forget about jongin as well
This is the college au tag for older requests ♡
- Admin Macaroon
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And now it’s time for everyone’s favorite part...the “big reveal”!
(Yeah, sorry, but there’s no way I’m putting Baldi and his creepy mouth movements on this blog. o_0 )
Anyway, here she (and he) is -- “big reveal” number 17!
Nothing too special about this one -- it’s just a couple of manga-lovers -- Doki Doki Literature Club’s Natsuki and Ace Attorney’s Apollo Justice -- enjoying a funny moment in Parfait Girls, the manga from DDLC (and Natsuki’s favorite)! Then again, you can’t deny that there’s something special about sharing something you love.
To begin with, here’s what the manga looks like up close:
I apologize for how difficult it is to recognize anything in it, but hopefully this explanation will provide some helpful context. The drawing of the girls on the front was based off an adorable picture by [deleted]:
As any DDLC fan can tell, they’re actually colorful replicas of the DDLC cast, striking the same poses as they do in the main menu. Heck, this might be what the Parfait Girls really look like, for all we know.
Their poses, on the other hand, were inspired by those of the Sailor Moon characters:
While I’m not a fan of (or even very familiar with) this anime, I thought it'd be a good fit for something “exceedingly moe,” which is how the protagonist of DDLC describes Parfait Girls. Sorry if you happen to be a Sailor Moon fan, but that’s how it strikes me (if I’m mistaken, please feel free to correct me).
I realized too late, by the way, that the front and back page should be swapped, since manga are printed and read from right to left. We’ll just say it’s the American release of Parfait Girls, and leave it at that, all right?
Anyway, on to the main feature: Natsuki and Apollo sitting on the same couch that Athena and Sayori did a few months ago. Just to be clear, this isn’t intended to look like any sort of chemistry between the two of them -- I just ended up drawing Apollo a bit closer to Natsuki than I meant to, so I decided to have her put her hand on his leg to keep from falling over while she’s laughing. That’s all there is to it, but if you feel like shipping them, go right ahead. I’m more of an Athenapollo fan, personally.
Oh, yes -- I almost forgot to mention why I believe these two would relate to each other. First of all, Apollo happens to be into manga himself as it turns out -- here’s the evidence in case you don’t believe me:
Secondly, while they’re not very similar in terms of personality, they can both be described as sort of an underdog among their peers. Natsuki gets called cute and made fun of for her height, whereas Apollo struggles to gain much respect from his coworkers (let alone the prosecution), except after winning a huge victory in court. Not to mention getting made fun of for his "hair horns” all the time.
And finally, both of them share something that can only be described as (to put it lightly) an unusual childhood. Their respective situations are far from being the same, but they both experienced something as children that was unpleasant enough to keep them from wanting to talk about it with others -- even people they trust. It’s for that very reason, however, that they can both be described as strong, tough, unshakable individuals. I’d love to see what it’d be like for them to do some Chords of Steel exercises together sometime. Both of them can use a confidence booster every now and then.
If any of you are Natsuki fans, you can probably guess what I used as a reference for her adorable smile in this drawing:
Apollo’s face was a lot easier to draw, but still a fun challenge. Here’s the pose I used for his grin:
Aaaaand I believe that’s it. If there’s anything to take from this drawing, it’s that the greatest moments in life don’t always have to be big ones. Just sharing your passion with someone can create some unforgettable moments.
#doki doki literature club#natsuki#ace attorney#apollo justice#pencil art#colored pencil art#I'M NATSUKI AND I'M FINE!!
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＼Wheーre is Kawamu Kamu Kamu？／ (2018-8-16)
Good afternoon！
I'm Moe Kamikokuryo！
Yesterday
With Kawamura Ayano-chan
I went to playyyyy！！
At the Red Brick Warehouse a Where’s Wally！Exhibit！
It’s pretty nostalgic〜
In my days
Where’s Wally and Mikke [I spy books] were popular笑lol
When I went to the library and the books I wanted were on loan
There was something called a reservation card、
And this is the book I wanted to borrow so I wrote it on there！😳
It’s really nostalgic〜！
Everyone did you have these in your childhood too？？
Since the 30th anniversary was not too long ago there must be lots of people right！
Inside
There were lots of Wally pictures、
And since I was wearing contacts I searched fervently I feel like my eyes dried out😄
When we were going around Kawamuuー、
I wanna draw a Wally style picture〜！
She said this！！！！
Aren’t your pictures good enough already！
I thought this！
But the Wally pictures were certainly cute！！
I wanna try drawing that kinda picture too(lol)
After that、we went to Nogayama Zoo！！！
Since I don’t really go to things like zoos that often it was super fun！
𓀠Person Homo sapiens𓀠
What a rare creature！！笑笑lollol
As you’d expect at the zoo！！笑lol
There were quite a lot of cute animals😙❤️
There was an area at this zoo where you could pet animals and
I touched guinea pigs and chickens、
For the first time I touched a house mouse！！
The house mouse was small and really cute！！
It was like a mouse-chan at Remy’s delicious restaurant！
It had a tail like a baby hamster！
It’s tail was reallyーsmall but when it clung to my hand、I just went cuteee😊😊😊
When I relooked at the photos and videos there’s a video Kawamuuー wanting to touch the chickens but being super nervous and it’s really cute so I want to show it to everyone one day💞
After that the 2 went to eat parfaits ！
For me who usually wastes her rare days off by just lazing around at home、it was a really full day！！
Kawamuuー、thank you〜！！
⭐🐞⭐ Information ⭐🐞⭐
👦🏻SCawaii!
Takeuchi-san Katsuta-san Murota-san、myself and Momona the 5 of us will appear！
👦🏻Nakayoshi
From the 8/3(Fri) release of 「Nakayoshi」 September issue Funaki Musubu-chan and I、Kamikokuryo Moe’s serialization has started！
👦🏻P★League
・《BS Nippon Tele》 every Sunday 22:00~22:30
・《Telebi Shinshu》 every Thursday 26:44~27:14
・《Telebi Saitama》 every Sunday 24:30~25:00
・《Telebi Kanagawa》 every Tuesday 19:00~19:30
・《Kyoto Housou》 every Thursday 24:00~24:30
・《Nankai Housou》 every Monday 24:59~25:29
〜Kamikokuryo Moe’s P★Leaguer FILE〜
👦🏻「Minna Shonen Datta」
In Horiuchi Takao-san’s
「Minna Shonen Datta」
From ANGERME、Wada Ayak-san and I the 2 of us were able to participate in the chorus！We also appear in the MV！
Please watch it！
https://youtu.be/pqJlqHfywO4
Well them！！
P.S. Search for the 3 Kawamuuーs！！！
Original - https://ameblo.jp/angerme-ss-shin/entry-12398318042.html
#kamikokuryou moe#moe kamikokuryo#kamiko#kamikotranslations#angerme#blog translations#hello! project#helloproject#hello! pro#hello project#hello pro#h!p#japanese#japanese idol#j-idol#idol#kawamuu#kawaii#kawaii girl#kawamura ayano#wada ayaka#ayano kawamura#dawa#ayaka wada#takeuchi akari#takechan#akari takeuchi#katsuta rina#rinapuu#rina katsuta
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Comic Girls - Episode 09
Okay, today so far is going better than yesterday. Let’s keep it that way. It’s Comic Girls, episode 09! Here we GO!
-It’s a celebration! Koyume got her first ever color pages! With a hero that looks like Tsubasa cross-playing. …Tsubasa, please, you have to notice at some point that all of Koyume’s heroes look like you. Please. This is getting ridiculous—KOYUME YOU SURELY NOTICED RIGHT oh god they’re denser than a black hole. At least Ruki and Kaos know where they stand as perverted lesbians.
-Opening!
-So Koyume is working hard on those pages, and Kaos tries to motivate herself to step up a level…There’s only one problem. Her brain is fucking cooked and she can’t draw together an idea…! While Koyume has decided to take a break and clear her head. Could this be the secret Kaos is missing?! She’ll come with you! Teach her the Koyumethod of manga!
-Actually, what does Koyume do when she goes out? She meets up with friends, chats about fun stuff, eats yummy stuff, and tries on some cute clothes! …KAOS CAN’T DO ANY OF THOSE THINGS. She is not a beautiful sparkly high school girl! DESPAIR! And Kaos is lost in the Kaospiral.
-To out and about, with the whole gang! Tsubasa got pushed to do a fun slice-of-life chapter by her editor, so she’s out here looking for ideas. So the beautiful princess got captured for a long time, surely the first thing on her mind would be…
-Sweets!
-MEAT
-…No, Tsubasa. So to fancy cafe for ideas, where Kaos has a freakout over her fancy parfait, and Koyume gets herself pancakes, and…
-I’m just gonna quote Tsubasa, word for word, as she watches Koyume eat those sugar-soaked breads. “I think liking sweet things is cuter.” And “Speaking so seriously when you have whipped cream on your face…That’s really cute.” She doesn’t even know how thick and strong she’s laying it on.
-To clothes. And…Look, real talk, at this point if I quote every incredibly sapphic line out of Tsubasa’s mouth I’m gonna be here all fuckin’ day. And Tsubasa doesn’t know the first thing about fashion so she’s lost in trying to make it work, and is just leaning on Koyume’s wis—
-KABEDON
-KOYUME JUST KABEDON’D TSUBASA
-What were we talking about
-And then Koyume drags Tsubasa into a changing room and suddenly their roles are entirely revKOYUME IS TAKING OFF TSUBASA’S SHORTS THIS IS NOT A DRILL THIS IS NOT A DRILL RED ALERT ALL HANDS ON DECK
-Okay it was just to find her sizes. And soon Koyume has Tsubasa dressing up and Kaos is watching all of this with a mighty thirst.
-We’re seven minutes in. We’re seven minutes in, there’s a 90 second OP, and this might be the most sapphic the show has ever been and that is including the episode that spent half its runtime focused on how Glasses Girls are Best Girls. (The show is correct about this, for the record. Glasses Girls ARE Best Girls.)
-Tsubasa found a clock shaped like a baby chick and the gap moe is overwhelming. I think you killed Kaos. We need her for the show. But Ruki, Ruki is just seeing the old Tsubasa shining through. Back when Ruki first met Tsubasa, when they were kids, Tsubasa wasn’t nearly so…performative about being a tomboy. She loved her shonen manga, but was really girly, too. She was small and adorable! But the deeper she got into manga, the more stoic she became, and the more she just started dropping everything that took effort…And, well, being a frilly sort of girl takes effort, so it became pants and hoodies and short hair.
-Until everything went stoic and functional. But Koyume’s drawing out some of her old passions and desires…All at the heart of the Koyumethod! The what now.
-Back the dorm! Tsubasa got right to drawing, full of inspiration. …And also she keeps cosplaying as she draws, in multiple costumes, switching as she goes. Which is eating up a lot of her time. But, I mean, if it works…
-Indeed, after her next meeting, Tsubasa’s all excited. And Koyume got good reviews from her work, too! They’re linking up wonderfully! Ruki and Kaos are so happy to see it. A true, proper senpai/kouhai duo. …Unlike them. …OH GOD KAOS SHE’S FAILED YOU SHE’S SORRY
-But later that night, Ruki’s got to be the one to notice that Koyume’s time with Tsubasa has meant less running around. And yet her sweets intake hasn’t slowed. And, well, she’s getting a little…soft around the middle. Koyume thus begins to panic as she realizes her many sins against slimness…And that’s when Tsubasa gets back with cream puffs! Oh god, Koyume is caught in the middle.
-And thus begins the debate. On the one hand, Koyume’s cutesy demeanor works just fine with a little softness, and Tsubasa don’t care. On the other, Ruki uses her as a model and you can’t model graceful shoujo waifs if you have a tummy. And on the gripping hand, Ririka points out how hard it is to keep the weight off as you get older. And they’re all just squishing and squeezing Koyume!
-Who cannot seem to focus on her manga later because of this weight panic. …She’ll wear something cute to cheer herself up! Like this favorite dress! …Oh god it won’t zip up. OH GOD
-Episode 09: Kaospiral
-Eventually she’s in the bath with Ruki and trying to figure out what to do…Ruki likes to use muscle massages in the bath to help keep things trim. There’s even ones for improving your bust size and anyways that’s how they get into a grope battle. And Kaos just listens with a mighty thirst while she does dishes.
-After bath. Koyume turns to her Tsubasa-sama. Senpai. Sensei. Something with an S. Who thinks the answer is you’ve just got to fuckin’ work out. Calories out has to be bigger than calories in. That’s all there is to it. So that’s how Koyume gets roped into Tsubasa’s morning run.
-Very early morning run.
-There’s a six in the morning now?
-Also Koyume overdoes it so when Tsubasa gets back, she’s carrying the stupid dork. But eventually, Koyume is on the right track, and just needs a little bit of dieting and portion control…Except now her lust for snacks is causing them to appear in very odd places in her art. That boy is wearing a cake for a hat. Okay, okay, fix it! Gotta be diligent, diligent, delicious, she ate the page.
-And when Koyume goes to her editor meeting…Her editor is disappointed. It feels…Like something’s missing. It’s a bit lifeless. Not like your usual work…And Koyume almost keeps a straight face, right until she runs into Tsubasa. And then it all spills out.
-Koyume’s caught in a thick mess of a conundrum, as they end up stopping into a little restaurant to talk. There’s her yearnings and urges. There’s her desire to be thought of a certain way by Tsubasa. And there’s the path to her manga. All of them spinning and spiraling against each other, until finally, he decides there’s only one thing she can do…
-Lean into the passion. She’s gonna have herself this delicious looking pie, redo her pages, and clear her head. And go on the next morning run with Tsubasa to try and keep things under control.
-And she ends up pulling a whole all-nighter to completely and utterly redo the chapter from top to bottom, with her real true self properly expressed in the work! And it might be a bit fluffy, but in the end it worked out that she burned so many calories(and dropped enough water weight) pulling that all-nighter that she still lost that last kilo. She’s even got her manuscript with her at school so she can turn it in to her editor after school…Be careful you don’t lose it!
-Which is when Tsubasa has a panic, because guess what happened.
-So before we go any further, I’m about…75% sure Miharu stole it to read it before anyone else.
-But okay, first they’ve got to check back in class! Tsubasa was working on it during class, but that should also mean it wouldn’t have disappeared from the classroom…Fuuuuck, that entire chapter…! Koyume’s an expert in losing and re-finding things! I’m not sure how great that sounds either, Ruki. Okay, first, what classes did you have that took you out of the normal classroom? Well, there was science…TO THE SCIENCE LAB!
-Which is as barren as the desert. Okay, next plan! The lost and found! No luck, but Koyume found a bunch of things she was missing. Okay, last ditch effort! To Nijino-sensei to ask for help! She’s got a simple plan. She’ll describe the booklet as something she lost, which should get them to respect her privacy and hand it over without looking into it. You four should split up to look through the school while she starts asking around.
-And off everyone goes…With Miharu secretly hoping she can find it so she can read it first, before anyone else! Okay so my theory was wrong. But soon everyone’s charging through, with Tsubasa and Koyume trying to find any sign of things, and Tsubasa so obviously cares deeply for finding those pages…She pours her heart and soul into them, from her very core…!
-While Kaos and Ruki try the library…And Ruki spots something between two shelves! A space too narrow for Ruki to fit. Come on, Kaos, squeeze in…And grab onto it, while Ruki pulls her free!!! And this is not Tsubasa’s manuscript case. Then whose could it possibly be? It looks old, too…
-Cue Miharu. …Oh god they found her high school manuscript she hid. HOW DID YOU FIND THAT?!!!!
-Oh god THEY FOUND HER OLD YAOI DRAWINGS
-Kill her now. Just kill her right now. She’s…Going to put that in the lost and found! For whatever other student, entirely unrelated to anyone you know, to find it! Please go keep looking. Far away from here. Other end of the building. Go go go!
-Eventually the sun is low in the sky, and they’ve still had no luck…And at this point, Tsubasa’s ready to give up. To let her life be over. The manuscript will be leaked. The identity of Wing-V will be revealed. All she can do now is let it happen, and keep as many people out of the crossfire as she can. …No. They’re sticking by you and they’re making this work. They’re gonna find that manuscript!
-And cue Suzu who found it earlier in the science lab and has been looking for Tsubasa all day to get it back to her. And looks quite cute when she’s not playing full spookum. Enough that they don’t even recognize her…But then she unpins her hair, goes full spookum, and chases the girls across the roof. Naturally.
-Credits!
Man, these things get dense. And that, was, a lot of sapphic stuff in the first half. I never thought I’d see Koyume pulling a kabedon. But with all that said, now that we’ve had some Koyubasa, it’s time for some Rukaos, next time in episode TEN of Comic Girls! Wait for it!
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Kurtbastian one-shot - “Watching Christmas Burn” (Rated PG13)
After Kurt’s bad day, Sebastian comes up with a (slightly dangerous) way to make his husband feel better.
Until their son comes home. Then Kurt’s day goes from bad to worse. (1840 words)
Notes: I had written a version of this for Klaine, but I was originally writing this for the Hummel Holidays prompt "unexpected/bad luck". Anyway, I think this turned out cute, too.
Part 32 of the Daddies verse
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“I want a hippopotamus for Christmas … Only a hippopotamus will do … Hey, babe!”
“Hey, Bas.”
Oh no. Sebastian frowns when he hears Kurt’s reply. His husband, who had been a vibrating thread of excitement earlier that morning - singing Christmas carols, and bouncing from room to room, quadruple checking that everything looked parfait - has gone monotone.
Sebastian hangs up his coat and heads to the living room. It’s a hop, skip, and a jump from the front door into the main family room, but with the massive amount of holiday decorations they’d put up this year, Kurt is a little difficult to see at first glance. But as he approaches, Sebastian finds his husband - slouching on the sofa, still dressed in his brand new Alexander McQueen suit. He’d loosened his tie, unbuttoned a few buttons, and kicked his shoes across the room. There they lay, overturned in front of the fireplace, too close to the heat to be good for the leather.
If Kurt is letting the finish on his shoes get ruined and one of his favorite suits wrinkle, his day can’t have been good.
“Uh … how was the photoshoot?”
“I need a drink,” Kurt grumbles, waving his fingers at his husband, signaling Sebastian to get him one.
“It’s only two in the afternoon!” Sebastian kicks off his own shoes and takes a seat on the floor beside his husband’s left leg so he can rub his foot.
“And?”
“And you don’t drink.”
“It’s never too late to start.”
Sebastian focuses his knuckles on Kurt’s arch, knowing that’s the spot to hit when Kurt’s in a sour mood. “That bad, huh?”
“That bad?” Kurt laughs dryly. “You might say that. Look at the tree.”
Sebastian gazes at their Christmas tree, overflowing with an eclectic collection of expensive heirloom ornaments and handmade creations by their son, and sighs. “It’s a beautiful tree.”
“It is, isn’t it? But did you know it’s uneven?”
“It is not!” Sebastian tilts his head from side to side, trying to see it. He can’t. It must be one of those miniscule things that only photographers notice, like the fact that Kurt’s right earlobe is supposedly longer than his left.
“Well, not the tree so much” - Kurt scoots closer to his husband - “but the presents underneath it. Apparently it was bereft of presents.”
“But we have presents.”
“Not enough presents …” Kurt moans when Sebastian hits just the right spot. “Apparently, in order for me to be convincing in my role as Executive Fashion Editor at Vogue and earn my right to be featured in the center spread for Christmas, our tree needed more presents. Extravagance is the key. Excess.”
“Excess has never been a problem for me, babe. You should have hit me up. I would have had Bergdorf’s delivered.” Sebastian does a double-take of their tree, at the stacks of presents that weren’t there when he’d left gathered anew around the base. “I was wondering where the avalanche of gifts came from. I thought maybe you’d gotten motivated.”
“They’re not ours. They’re empty boxes,” Kurt mutters, sinking into the couch cushions. “They’re there to make our tree look fuller.”
“I feel sorry for the poor prop guy who got stuck wrapping all those.” Sebastian snickers … until he feels his husband’s knee knock him in the ear. He looks up at Kurt glaring back at him, and his final snicker shrivels into nothingness. “I take it by the bony joint digging into my temple that you wrapped them?”
“A-ha.”
“How many?”
“Roughly five dozen.”
“Oh, babe!” Sebastian sympathizes, but he’s still laughing – mostly at the image of a put-off Kurt in his expensive suit, sitting on the floor and cursing under his breath while he wrapped sixty Goddamned gift boxes. “Don’t they pay some schlub good money to do that kind of stuff?”
“Yeah, well, supposedly his wife went into labor,” Kurt groans, his head falling back as he pinches his eyes shut, “so he had to leave early … the jerk.”
“That bastard!” Sebastian is one hundred percent behind his husband … though, in reality, they probably can’t blame the man for rushing off to be with his wife when she gives birth to their baby. But there had to be someone else they could call in to do the grunt work. Isn’t that what interns are for? Speaking of … “Nice to see they left you to clean up the mess.” Sebastian scoffs, looking at the number of boxes underneath their tree. “We’re going to have to deal with these before the peanut comes home. We don’t want him getting the wrong impression about the size of his haul.”
“You know, all I’ve wanted to do since the crew left is set one of those little motherfuckers on fire with my mind.” Kurt squints hard at the box closest, checking one more time that he can’t. “Could you imagine how satisfying it would be to hear the paper crackle … see the sparks fly as it burns …?”
Sebastian considers that. Even though he himself has never wanted to throw a wrapped present into a fireplace, other things come to mind: Calculus textbooks, his high school uniform, a few ex-boyfriends. He understands wanting the satisfaction of watching something you loathe devoured, consumed out of existence, slowly and painfully (maybe from the crotch out). A pop from the fireplace draws his attention there, to the fire Kurt had lit for ambiance, its single log still burning, breaking down in its cradle. He knows that burning a present in their fireplace probably isn’t the smartest thing to do, especially wrapped in metallic paper, but smart hasn’t necessarily been a pre-requisite for a lot of the things Sebastian has done.
Besides, if it makes Kurt feel better, then where’s the harm in disposing of one?
He gets up from the floor. Kurt whimpers as he leaves, raising his foot to remind Sebastian what he was doing and that it was important. But when Kurt opens his eyes, he sees Sebastian by the tree, juggling one of the smaller fake presents in his hands. “Why don’t you chuck one in the fireplace then?”
Kurt sputters a laugh, but his brow draws together when Sebastian stays put, tossing the package up in the air and catching it.
“Are you … are you serious?”
“Why not? I mean, it’s not going to be as fun as lighting it Firestarter style, but you’ll still get to see it burn.”
Kurt rises from the sofa. Without fixing his suit, he walks towards his husband.
“Come on.” Sebastian hands the present over. “It’ll be great for stress relief.”
“What about sex?”
“We can do that afterward.” Sebastian winks, grabbing a healthy handful of Kurt’s left ass cheek. “But for now, let’s set some presents on fire!”
“I … I can’t,” Kurt says, but takes the present out of Sebastian’s hands with a quickness that makes him laugh. “It’s just … it’s crazy!”
“It’s crazy that you had to wrap them in the first place! And for your own Life and Style shoot, too. Your a-hole boss should be ashamed!”
“Shhh!” Kurt slaps a hand over his husband’s mouth. “Anna Wintour has eyes and ears everywhere! I wouldn’t be surprised if one of these presents is bugged!”
“Uh … creepy. All the more reason to burn them then, in my opinion.”
Sebastian watches Kurt contemplate the gift in his hands, taking longer than he’d anticipated – long enough to start re-thinking himself. So he comes up with a solution to move this party along. “Well, if you’re not, then I’m sure as hell going to.”
He reaches for the box. With an angry flash of Kurt’s blue eyes, Kurt tosses the empty box over the safety grate and into the fireplace. Sebastian and Kurt watch as the fire engulfs the package, immediately eating away at the wrapping paper. Black holes form, their edges curling back, the entire thing throwing off a sprinkle of gold and silver. They watch the box burn until the paper is gone, the remaining cardboard innards collapsing into ashes.
“God!” Kurt moans so deeply it sounds sexual. “That felt better than I thought it would!”
“See?” Sebastian licks his lips, ready to attack Kurt’s neck after that. “I told you this was a good idea.” Especially if Kurt makes that noise because of it.
Kurt reaches past Sebastian and grabs a handful of presents. He shakes them to make sure they’re empty, and then tosses them into the fire. For a moment, the boxes overwhelm the flames, and Sebastian thinks that Kurt may have snuffed them out – the power of the presents and their sparkly wrapping too strong. But with an impressive whoosh! the stack lights on fire. Even before those boxes are properly singed, Kurt grabs more.
“I don’t think we can burn them all!” Sebastian laughs. “Our fireplace isn’t big enough!”
“That’s okay,” Kurt says, chucking one more in for good measure. “I’ll hide them behind the real presents. Then every time Thomas misbehaves, I’ll pick one up and toss it in as a warning!”
“That’s awful!” Sebastian laughs. “Even I’m not that mean!”
Kurt raises a skeptical brow, but he refrains from commenting. “I’m just kidding! I’d never do that! In fact, we should probably stop now. Thomas is going to be home any min---”
“Daddy! Papa, I’m … aaahhhh!”
Kurt and Sebastian, huddled close together and laughing into one another’s shoulders, stop with a choke as the bloodcurdling scream of their only son fills the room. They turn and stare at the little boy stopped short before them with his loyal dog by his side, both mentally preparing with breakneck speed to field the questions and accusations that Thomas is sure to lob at them.
“Tom-Tom …” Sebastian starts first, seeing as – in his pressed dress shirt and slacks - he’s the parent who doesn’t look like a desperate madman, as opposed to Kurt, who looks like he spent the afternoon sleeping on the sidewalk in a $2,000 designer suit.
“Wha---wha---?” Thomas pants, his eyes darting from Kurt, standing beside the fireplace with two presents in his hands; to Sebastian, in the process of handing over one more; to the fireplace, flames climbing higher as the charred skeletons of other gifts burn to a crisp.
“Thomas” - Kurt puts the empty boxes carefully back on the pile and raises his hands in surrender - “it’s not what you think.”
“Daddy? Papa? I … ah!” And with that, Thomas faints, positioning himself beside his dog Hepburn first, then dropping on top of the Labradoodle gently with a hand thrown over his forehead. Kurt and Sebastian look at their little boy, probably honestly devastated over the loss of what he thinks is a genuine present … but so obviously faking.
Sebastian looks at Kurt.
Kurt looks at Sebastian.
Sebastian points at the heap of overdramatic child lying atop his dog, and says, “Okay, now, that’s your son.”
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Truths and Roses have Thorns About Them | Chapter 5
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Summary: The Marchen Tavern draws in many strange characters from all across Angielle and beyond. While it may bring wonder and mystery to those who stop, it does make keeping staff members a challenge. However, Fella Treslyn is up to the task of being the Marchen’s new cook. But is really ready to deal with all the antics it has to offer?
“What do you think of this?” Annice place a spoon in Fella’s hand. It had been Fella's idea to get some of Annice’s own dishes on there. They had been working together for a week. Annice was proficient at cooking and an excellent assistant but Fella wanted to try to push her. Lucette was also in the kitchen helping prepare food. While she wasn’t there often, you always needed another set of hands in the kitchen.
Fella first sniffed the sauce and then put it in her mouth. “Mmm, it’s good.” She said. “You are really good at this, Annice.”
“Thank you, Fella.” She said, sounding happy to hear the compliment.
Fella leaned over the counter while Annice worked. “What did you do before this?”
“Umm…I was a maid for a rich family,” Annice said, sounding unsure. “I can’t quite remember them but I do remember they were all really nice.”
She doesn’t remember them? Annice hadn’t been working at the Marchen that much longer than Fella. I wonder if she worked for Lucette. Regardless, Lucette was not chiming in to confirm this. “Do you remember why you left that job?”
Annice sighed. “Yes, a bird had flown into a window and had ripped a doll’s dress.” She said sadly. “I tried to save it but it was too late. I was too ashamed to admit it so I was fired.”
“A bird?” Lucette spoke up.
“Yes, princess?” Annice said.
“I forgot that I have something to tell Miss Parfait,” Fella said quietly, moving to leave the kitchen. This conversation was probably not a conversation she should be a part of.
She left the kitchen and went to go into the sitting room. She untied her hair from its single tail and frowned. “A lovely girl like you should not frown.” Miss Karma’s sweet voice said. “What’s wrong?”
“My hair is getting too long.” Who would even cut it? Her sisters or her mother would always do it for her.
“Would you like me to give it a try?” Miss Karma asked. Fella was silent. “What, you don’t trust me?”
“I trust you…but do I trust you to cut my hair?”
“Miss Fella, why do you wound me so?” Karma said, moving to take a strand of Fella’s hair. “I think I should be able to do it. You want it manageable but still be able to pull it back when you have to work.”
“Do you pay close attention to other people’s hair?” Fella said, feeling at her hair. It was getting too long. “Fine.”
“So you do trust me, Fella.”
“Do you think either of Delora or Parfait have a hair-growing-back spell?”
Fella made an indignant huff. They went up to Miss Karma’s room and Fella was seated in front of the vanity. Miss Karma hummed as she rummaged through some drawers. She then moved behind Fella and started adjusting her hair. Fella felt a soft piece of cloth being wrapped around her to keep the hair from getting on the clothes.
First Miss Karma started by brushing her hair. She was so soft a gentle, it reminded of when she was a little girl and her mother would sit Fella in her lap and just brush her hair. “Time to start cutting.” Miss Karma said and Fella tried not to take this as ominous.
The soft snips and clips of the scissors made her slightly anxious but Miss Karma seemed in control. She brushed and clipped until finally, she said. “What do you think of the length?” Fella reached up and it was exactly where she wanted. It was long enough so that when she put it up into two tails they would just graze her shoulders.
“Wow, you did an excellent job. Thank you so much, Miss Karma.”
“I am happy to help.” She said, moving the cloth away and wiping Fella’s back. Before Fella could stand Miss Karma stopped her. “Why don’t I put some makeup on you?”
“Makeup?" Fella asked, tilting her head. “I am cooking tonight, won’t it just melt off?”
“I won’t do too much. It won’t drip in the food, I promise.” Miss Karma said light-heartedly but then asked. “Do you not want your makeup done?”
Fella shrugged and tried to smile. “What’s the point? I won’t see it.”
“Despite what you might think, I am not constantly looking at myself in a mirror. Makeup can make you feel good.” Miss Karma said, in a softer tone. “You do not have to let me do your makeup if you do not wish.”
Fella paused. Cutting her hair was one thing but makeup made her think about being younger. Her sisters would sit her down and put her in dresses and makeup. They meant well but it still felt weird. Something cute to look at and dress up.
But she wasn’t a child anymore. “Okay.” She said sitting back down. Miss Karma was quiet, she seemed to want to assure that Fella was okay with this. Fella sat up straighter to show she was fine with this.
“Turn your face this way.” She said moving her chin in a direction and she moved. When Miss Karma touched her, that reminded her of the Swordsman.
“I met Swordsman again.” She said softly.
“You did?” Miss Karma said as she began to put some cool cream on her face.
Fella tried not to move her face too much but a smile tugged on her lips. “He had to save me once again. He is…very dramatic.” She said when Miss Karma moved her hand away.
“Is it not expected to be dramatic? He is a dashing hero.”
Fella fought back the urge to laugh. “He did know who I was. He tried to deny it but I caught him in a lie. He will not tell me who he is.”
“Perhaps he has a reason to keep it a secret.” Miss Karma suggested.
“He obviously has a reason otherwise he would just say it.”
“Fella.” Miss Karma said still applying makeup. “Perhaps this is a sign that you should be more careful about leaving the Marchen. This is the second time you needed to be rescued by that man.”
“I am not an invalid, Karma.”
“I know.” She said but then her voice softened. “I know, Fella. While there are wonderful people like that man who is willing to protect you, you also need to worry about your protection.”
Fella sighed and they were silent as Miss Karma finished her makeup.
“There we are.” Miss Karma said. Fella could feel there was something on her face but it was very slight. Not the harsh coat of makeup she remembered when she was a child. “It’s subtle but it makes all the difference.”
Fella was silent for a moment. She wanted to feel the makeup but knew that would just ruin it. Her mind briefly thought about the Swordsman.
“Miss Karma, do you think I’m attractive?” Miss Karma made a very strange sound and Fella blushed. “N-Not like that! I mean…like…y’know?” I don’t even know what I mean! Ugh!
Miss Karma let out a laugh and gently put her hands on Fella’s shoulders. “Do not be so embarrassed, Miss Fella, I understand what you are trying to ask.” She said, adjusting Fella’s hair. “I am sure that people call you pretty and doll-like. But you are not that. Dolls are lifeless and frail. You are anything but that. You are a vibrant, beautiful young woman. Any person who looks at you can see that.”
Fella blushed and bowed her head. “Thank you…I don’t even know why I asked that question but thank you.” Karma sounded like she was about to respond before she gasped painfully. “Karma? Are you alright?”
Fella reached out and she touched Miss Karma’s right arm, it seemed like she was clutching her chest where her heart was. “I’m fine, dear.” She said, but it sounded like she was straining. “I promise.”
“Are you certain? Should I get Rumpel or Annice?” She asked.
“I promise that I am fine.” Miss Karma said and then patted her head. “I think you need to prepare for dinner. I will have to go out tonight.”
“But—”
“Fella, please. I am truly fine. I just wish to be alone.”
After a moment, Fella bowed to Miss Karma and then left. Fella went down to work, she was not told how Annice and Lucette’s conversation went but she was starting to worry about Miss Karma. Though she was also thinking about how Miss Karma had called her beautiful. It came a lot from a woman that was apparently as beautiful as Miss Karma. And, Karma did not seem like the person that would lie to spare Fella's feelings.
Focus. She told herself as she worked with Annice to get ready.
Fella could tell that Annice was anxious about her special. It was a lamb dish with potatoes and a red wine sauce. Fella had not worked a lot of with lamb but Annice seemed comfortable with it. So this dish was all hers.
Dinner began. When Fella cooked alone, she created her own rhythm that she moved to. Tasting, feeling, listening. However, cooking with someone else took a bit of effort. Annice was very good at letting Fella know where she was to keep them from bumping into—or worse hurting—each other.
Fella had never really danced with someone. Sure she would dance with her siblings but that was more for fun. She wondered if this was what it was like. Moving together in order to create each dish for each table. Letting each other know what the other was doing. Counting down the time. It was more stressful but it was also a lot more fun.
“Your lamb special sold really well,” Fella said, taking a drink of water. “You did a really good job, Annice.”
“Thank you! You did as well, as always!”
~
Fella swore she intended not to get into any more trouble. And yet here she was. She was taking a baking lesson from Erron. Her first batch of cupcakes had not turned out well. So she tried again. By the time she finished, it was already night.
She was heading back when she heard the sound of metal armor. Were those…knights? Something compelled her to stay where she was and listen to their conversation. “…I hear that young Fritz is having a hard time of it.” Fritz…she was pretty sure Lucette had mentioned that name once or twice.
“I feel bad for the lad. Even Sir Alcaster thinks he’s gone mad.”
“Well, he does keep talking about a princess that doesn’t exist.” Lucette. Now there was no way Fella could not listen in on the conversation. They were talking about a man named Sir Mythros.
“Can you keep a secret?” Fella moved closer to listen into the quieter voices. “Apparently, the boy spoke some truth. Though Sir Alcaster doesn’t quite believe it, he’s looking for the daughter of the previous queen.”
“Eh, the witch had a daughter?”
“Apparently she did, though I don’t ever remember such a girl. This is top-secret stuff. I just happened to wrestle this out of one of the lackeys looking for her.”
“What would Sir Alcaster need this girl for?”
“I’m assuming she’s dangerous and that they want to get rid of her.”
“I’m curious. How are we supposed to find this imaginary princess anyway? Does she—”
“What do you think you’re doing?” Someone grabbed Fella’s arm and said that loud enough for the knights to hear. They came clinking around the corner in their armor. “Were you spying?”
“U-uh—No, sir!” Fella squeaked. “I was just resting. I am so tired.”
“In an alleyway?” The knights did not seem to believe her.
"Oh, I'm in an alley?" Fella said, trying to play dumb. "I did not know. As you can I see I am b—"
“We are going to take you in for questioning. If this has been a misunderstanding, we’ll repay you ourselves.” Two of the knights lead her to the palace while one went back on patrol.
Fella’s heart began to race. She had no idea what she should do in the situation so she followed them. Swordsman, if there was any time for you to come, now would be a really good time.
One of the knights guided her out to the streets.
“Miss, if it makes you feel any better, we’re risking our rank on this as well.”
Then don’t do this!
“I don’t know, I’m suspicious of—”
“Who goes there!”
By the almighty gods, please let it be the Swordsman. Fella heard the quiet sounds of footsteps.
“Gentlemen, I ask you to unhand that woman. As a knight, I would be ashamed to be seen treating a lady so terribly.”
Yep. It was Mr. Dramatic himself.
“And who are you?” One of the knights asked.
“Her husband.”
WHAT?! Was that really necessary?
“Unhand her, gentlemen, or taste my blade.”
“Sir, we were just going to take her to the palace to—”
“I will give you on the count of three.” The Swordsman said.
One knight still has his hand on Fella’s arm while the other readies his sword. The Swordsman has yet to draw his blade while he counts. A man of his word.
There is a swordfight but to Fella’s ears and the tightening grip of her captor, it appears that the Swordsman has won the bout. However, Fella hears the Swordsman hiss out in pain. Was he hurt?
Then the grip on Fella’s arm is released. “I yield, sir!”
“…It seems no matter how this situation turns out you are dishonorable.”
“P-please, sir!”
Fella panics for a brief moment. “Don’t harm him! He was only doing his job.” However, Fella hears a thunk. The Swordsman had knocked the knight out. At least he did not kill them. Fella goes up to him as he sheaths his sword. “This is becoming a concerning pattern, Swordsman.”
“Just one moment. I am going to give them a potion to make them forget they saw you.”
Did he get that from Parfait? Fella wondered but did not ask it.
“Are you hurt?”
“I got hit on the hand but it is no problem, I promise. But I thank you for the worry, my lady.” He says.
“Then let me help you. Come with me to the Marchen. I am so sorry you were hurt because of me.” Fella said, tugging at his arm.
He takes Fella by the hand—which appears to be the one that is not bleeding—and they begin walking. “I’ll take you back to the Marchen but I promise you don’t have to worry about me.” However, to Fella, he sounded more…tired than the last two encounters. It could not be easy to go through the streets at night, constantly finding a dumb girl to rescue.
Fella is not sure what to say and then she hears…whispering.
“That man…”
“…so beautiful…”
“…I want him…”
Um…what’s going on? The Swordsman does not comment on this. Does he really not notice? And it sounds like…they’re being followed.
“Swordsman?” Fella asks, her voice getting higher pitched.
“Sorry, Fella, but I am not in the mood to talk.” The Swordsman says, still sounding tired. Maybe even more tired before. Fella hears giggling and it was very…creepy. They are getting so close that Fella felt like they are breathing right down her neck.
“B-But Swordsman!”
“Fella, I just said that I am not in the mood to talk. Did you not hear me?” Now he sounded annoyed but those girls were still following them!
Panic rises in her voice. “We’re being followed!”
The Swordsman seemed to finally notice. He turned—though he still Fella’s hand—to see a group of women. He then laughed like he had no idea what to do. The group of women were moving closer. Their voices becoming a crazed cacophony. The Swordsman is not moving.
Without thinking, Fella holds tight to his hand and starts running in a direction. The women angrily scream at Fella for taking away the Swordsman. Which makes Fella run even faster.
The running seems to wake the Swordsman up and he begins to lead Fella through allies and between buildings. Eventually the Swordsman stops. Fella let go of his hand and put her hands on her hips, trying to catch her breath. She loved running but she had not done it in a while.
“What…on earth…was that?”
There were only the sounds of deep breaths.
Fella’s mind worked. Could he be that attractive? Could he be a beloved prince of some kind? No…it seemed too weird. It was…unnatural. It was…
“You’re cursed.” She said the moment it came to her mind. He made a surprised sound. “That’s why those women came after us.”
The man chuckled softly. “You really are too smart for your own good.”
“What is your curse?”
The man was quiet for a moment. He went up to her and gently took her hand. “I suppose after you saved me, I do owe you this. I will tell you a story, my lady.” He guided her to sit somewhere and kept her hand in his. She heard the soft sound of water. Were they by a fountain? Perhaps they were near that area Miss Karma and Fella shared that cupcake.
“Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a crown prince. His name was Klaude. Prince Klaude was a man who flaunted his beauty and talents to all that he met. He often used his title to get what he wanted. Prince Klaude was a selfish man who felt he was entitled to everything that he had. He was vain and often left his castle unattended so that he could avoid his responsibilities.
“Then, one day, he chanced upon a beautiful maiden in the town square. He led her around the whole day, being as charming as he possibly could. And then at the end of the day, he asked the woman to be his lover. She, of course, agreed, but their time together did not last long. Only weeks later Prince Klaude threw her away as one throws away an object, and broke the woman’s heart. And…and she cursed him.”
Fella listened to the story and squeezed his hand. So the Swordsman—Klaude—was a prince who was cursed for being vain.
“That beautiful maiden,” he continued, “was a witch, but Prince Klaude found out too late. The witch said she would make his beauty—his vanity—a curse. Any woman who sees his face will fall madly in love with him.” Emphasis on the madly part. “Ashamed of being cursed, Prince Klaude left his kingdom behind. He’s been gone for nearly a year now and they probably assume he’s dead. But in truth, the prince had come to Angielle seeking a way to break his curse.”
Fella sat back and thought about what Klaude had told her. “So, if all of these curses are based on fairytales, is your cursed based on Beauty and the Beast?”
“Correct.” He said, taking a deep breath and letting it out.
“But if you knew who I was, then why did you worry about me seeing you. I cannot see you.”
Klaude cleared his throat. “I was not sure if it would or would not work on you. These curses are strange. It does not work on the cursed, fairies, or witches. You are none of those things so I could have not been sure.”
“How silly.” Fella smirked and Klaude made an annoyed sound. Fella thought about the fairytale again. “So…is the way to break the curse for a woman to fall in love with you? Like what the beast had to do in the story?”
“I…think it is time for you to go back to the Marchen, Fella.” He said standing and helping her up.
“Do you live at the Marchen?”
“No.”
“Why not?” Miss Parfait knows you and you probably no her.
“Fella, please, no more questions.” He said sounding tired again. “I have given you my story—my name—please just let it go.”
Fella bowed her head. “Please forgive me for being so rude, Prince Klaude.” Klaude makes a choking sound. Had she just…made him embarrassed? Fella felt oddly satisfied. So far she had been the only flustered one at the hands of Klaude and Rumpel.
“First, please just Klaude is fine…or Swordsman, it is a rather endearing nickname.” He said still sounding flustered but quickly tried to change the subject, he raised her face with his finger. “Second, I still must thank you for saving me back there. You could have left me behind and gone on alone. I will be forever grateful.”
Fella blushed. “W-Well you’ve helped me enough times. Besides I don’t think I will get a chance to beat someone with a cane so…”
“I am sure your time will come,” Klaude said with a chuckle.
Fella chuckled again softly but then seriously added. “It truly is a terrible curse, Klaude.”
“Hmm? Most people think it is not worth complaining about.”
She shook her head. “They were so…creepy and unnatural.” If Klaude did need someone to fall in love with her to lift the curse, then it must be extremely hard.
“Agreed.” He said, leading Fella back to the Marchen. They took a route that was longer and came across fewer people. “I am starting to think you won’t listen to me if I tell you to stay out of trouble.”
“I swear I am not doing this on purpose.”
“Even if you were, I cannot deny a beautiful maiden in distress.” He said making her blush.
Fella turned in embarrassment. “Goodnight, Swordsman.”
Klaude chuckled at that as she left. As she made it back to her room she wondered if Klaude had ever eaten her cooking. Surely he went to the Marchen sometimes. Perhaps one day she could make something special for him. She really did owe him.
Also, they really should come up with a meeting place.
Wait…did Fella really want to see him again?
Yes. She thought, laying down in her bed and drifting off into sleep. I do.
~
“Miss Delora, Miss Parfait, may I speak to you two?” Fella asked early in the morning. Not many people were awake except for these two. They agreed and Fella retold everything she could remember; how there were people at the palace looking for Lucette. It was very likely that she was is in danger.
Fella got the feeling that Delora and Parfait were looking at each other, silently communicating with their facial expressions that Fella could not understand.
“Did they see you?” Delora asked.
“Uh…technically no.”
“Technically?”
Fella sat back, it was time to actually confront these two on what they knew. “Miss Parfait, the first night I was here I was rescued by the man with the sword. I was caught by the guards and he apparently had a potion that could erase their memories of me.”
“You should be more careful Fella,” Delora said, sternly. “Twice you have had to be saved by that…man.”
“I am careful,” Fella said. Technically it was three but really who’s counting? Or who needs to know? “You two…know this man, don’t you.”
They both were silent.
“And you won’t tell me anything.”
Miss Parfait moved to gently take Fella’s hands in hers. They were soft and gentle. “It is far more complicated than you think, Fella. Especially for someone who is not cursed. They are hard to deal with.”
Fella removed her hands from Miss Parfait’s, not harshly but still, she did not really want to be comforted. “I understand.” She said, regardless.
“Don’t act like that.” Delora scolded. “You should not be meddling in this situation. You could get yourself into serious trouble.”
Fella paused for a moment before bowing her head. “Yes, I apologize, Miss Delora, Miss Parfait.” She then stood up. “If I may leave now? This is all I needed to tell you.”
“Go ahead.”
Fella bowed again and then looked up. “Please make sure Princess Lucette is safe.”
Delora snorted but genuinely added. “We’ll try our best, Fella.”
~
Fella finished up service and she went to sit with Miss Karma and Garlan. “Have you confessed to Jurien yet?” Miss Karma asked. She had taken to asking this every night when Jurien was out on patrol.
Garlan quietly mutters no. Fella suspected he would have preferred to simply shake his head but he answered audibly for her sake.
It was hard to describe, but sometimes it was possible for Fella to hear emotions. Just by the way Garlan was picking at the plate she gave him. Fella—and she assumed Lucette—had not pushed him on the issue since the discovery. However, it was getting…rather sad to watch.
“Sir Garlan,” Fella said. “You must tell Jurien.”
Garlan heaved a sigh. “You know I’m incapable…”
“Is this really better than just telling her? Is living life always wondering if she loves you back really worth it?” Fell asked.
“If I say something wrong, I risk losing everything that I already have with her.”
“If I were Jurien and I had such a close bond that you two clearly do, I would not let something like that get in the way of my friendship. Even if I did not have romantic feelings for that person, I would still love them as family.” She said, absently clutching her hand to her chest. “If you do not say anything, you risk losing what you could have with her.”
“Fella is right.” Miss Karma chimed in. “Perhaps you should really tell her, Garlan.”
How strange, before Miss Karma spoke about the reasons not to tell her. Now she changed her mind. What changed your mind?
“If I mess this up…” Garlan said.
Miss Karma cut him off. “Hmm, let’s try looking at it through another lens. Imagine that Fella is Jurien. How do you think she would like to be confessed to?”
Fella made a surprised noise and started blushing. “Miss Karma.”
“Well, you and Jurien have your similarities. You are both very straightforward. Proud. Sometimes troublesome.”
“C-confess to Fella?” Garlan stammered.
“Don’t make me use this cane, Karma,” Fella said, but it was more teasing and then went back to Garlan. “Just do what feels right. You have known her for so long. Keep it simple. Earnest.”
“A maiden’s heart is ever fragile, and each woman is different.”
“Miss Karma,” Fella said, shaking her head. For some reason, her thoughts wandered to Klaude. Fella quickly moved those thoughts away to stop the blushing. Jurien. Jurien. Jurien.
“How about you go out. Somewhere outside of the Marchen. Get food together.” Miss Karma suggested.
“That’s…actually a good idea.” Fella agreed. “Have you ever done that, Garlan?”
“Not alone. Jurien is practical and she always eats at the tavern. She’s also always on duty if she’s available.”
Miss Karma cleared her throat. “I’m sure you can figure out some way to get off duty.” From Miss Karma’s tone, she seemed to be implying something else. “Ask her two nights from now, and then tomorrow you can ask her out for a meal. We can make your invite a grand affair! We can drape banners on the walls, or I could give you a rose.”
It seemed that Miss Karma was trying to distract Fella.
“That sounds…” Garlan started.
“Leave the grand affair part but the rest sounds fine,” Fella said, dropping whatever Miss Karma was implying but she would not forget it.
Miss Karma huffed. “I am offended.”
“I feel like if I did something like that for Jurien, she would get embarrassed and punch me.”
“Sounds like another lady that I know.” Miss Karma said.
“You?” Fella asked innocently.
“Me?”
“How is Rumpel doing?”
Miss Karma made an annoyed sound but Fella ignored her. “Garlan, just ask her normally. And then when you are out alone together, then you can confess.”
Garlan was quiet for a moment before asking, “you two really think I can do this?”
“Yes!” Fella agreed and Karma must have nodded.
“Tomorrow night then.”
“Good man! I’m sure it will go swimmingly.” Karma said.
“Or I could drown.”
“Don’t be so pessimistic.” Fella patted his shoulder. “But, I do have a question for you."
"What is it, Fella?"
Fella but on her best pouty baby sister face. “You’re going out…and eating food that isn’t mine? Sir Garlan, how could you?”
Garlan started stammering and Miss Karma let out a laugh. It was a full laugh. One that made Fella smile at hearing it. “Miss Fella, that is a dangerous weapon you have there.”
~
The day that Jurien and Garlan were to go out, Fella also had it off. Instead of going out with Miss Karma, she was going to stay in and perfect that cupcake. Annice seemed like she wanted to help her but Fella insisted she mostly did it by herself. She laid out all her ingredients from memory and put them in containers for easy access.
And then she began. There was a precision to baking. If you did not stir it correctly, then it would not come out correctly. To Fella, baking was more of a performance than cooking. Cooking you could make up from mistakes and change on the fly. Baking left you very little room for error.
Fella spent a good portion of the day working on the cupcakes. This was just a test run so she only made four. Nervously she bit into one. She could taste the imperfections. It wasn’t as airy and the buttercream was a little too sweet. But it was a good effort.
Fella was cleaning up the kitchen when she heard laughing. That was…Jurien and Garlan! Fella hurried to finish her cleaning. She still had three cupcakes left. She brought them out.
“You guys still up?” She called.
“Oh, hey Fella!” Jurien said happily. There was a…relaxedness to her voice. Was she buzzed?
“You two up for a midnight snack?”
“Finally Karma is the only one who gets special treatment.” Jurien chuckled as they both took one.
“I don’t really think these are special. They are my test run. So they aren’t great.” Fella said.
“Better than anything I could do.” Jurien said and then she heard the female knight lean in her chair. “Hey, Princess."
“You three are still up?” Lucette asked coming by them.
“Cupcake?” Fella offered and Lucette took it.
“Good days like this are even better when stretched,” Jurien said. “I haven’t been off-duty for a long time.”
“So…” Fella said. “Did you two have a good time?”
“It was great! Garlan knows these little places in the town that I’ve never even heard of before.”
Fella could feel the happy energy radiate off both of them. Jurien sounded really…happy. She almost had a girlish glee. In a…really tough Jurien type way.
Jurien moved out of her chair. “I’m going to get another drink.”
Garlan leaned towards Fella and Lucette. “We already bought a replacement bottle when were out today. We would never take anything from the Marchen without money.”
Fella chuckled. “Aw, getting a bit tipsy, I see.”
“Tipsy?” Lucette asked.
“It only makes you a little impaired. Not full-on drunk, princess.” Garlan explained.
“…Oh,” Lucette said. There’s the sound of Jurien refilling her glass at the bar.
“I really have to thank you three. I would never have asked her out if you hadn’t all insisted on it.” He said in a hushed tone.
Fella smiled. “So, you told her?”
Garlan gives a soft affirming sound and Fella’s smile grows.
“She didn’t realize until much later. I just asked her out for food and she thought that’s all it was.”
“What happened?” Lucette asked. She really seemed to want all the juicy gossip.
“I…uh…told her?”
“And?” Both of them said at the same time. Okay. Fella wanted to hear the juicy gossip as well.
“We…talked and remembered old times. And I held her hand. And…the night’s not over yet, so…”
Are they…? Fella quickly stands up. “I think I’m going to end in. Goodnight. Coming, Princess?”
They say their goodbyes and as they are walking up the stairs to their rooms Lucette asks. “What do you think they’re going to do?”
Fella has to cover her mouth to keep from bursting out laughing. Who knew the princess was so innocent?
~
The next afternoon, while Fella was taking her break, she was almost to find Miss Karma when she heard, “even back then you were like some kind shadow, weren’t you?” It was Jurien’s voice. They seemed to be sitting closer to the bar then at Miss Karma’s usual spot so she made her way over there. “You don’t have to hide it. It was obvious you were tailing me back then.”
“I…” Garlan cleared his throat, “It was only because I was worried about you.”
“I realized,” Jurien said, “you really didn’t have to follow me, Lan. But I’m glad you did.”
“Lan?” Fella asked when Jurine’s gloved hand to her wrist and guided her to sit down. Fella hummed innocently.
“Jurien—!”
“Oh shush, Fritz used to call you that too.” Jurien turned toward Fella. “Lan is Garlan’s childhood nickname. He still gets embarrassed when I call him that.”
“I see,” Fella said, propping elbows on the table and leaning her face against her hands. “So what are you two talking about?”
“I really don’t like that look,” Garlan muttered but it was teasing. “We were just reminiscing.”
“Oh.” She said. “How’d the date go last night?”
Garlan makes what only can be described as “embarrassed sounds” while Jurien laughs. “Oh that?” Jurien sounds like she’s still smiling. “It went well. So well in fact, that you can see that the two of us are still very much enjoying each other’s company.” Fella couldn’t help but smile at that. “You might even say that we’re dating.”
Fella cupped her cheeks with her hands. While she was exaggerating a little these two really were too cute. It reminded her of when her older siblings would start dating and eventually got married. It was nice to have love in the air.
“You can’t see it but Garlan is extremely red,” Jurien said, in a teasing tone.
“Y-you were blushing just as much yesterday when I—”
Jurien made a sound that almost sounded like a squeak. “One more word Lan and I swear I’ll punch you!”
Fella laughed, still cupping her face with her hands. “You two are too cute.”
However, a cold voice cuts through the laughter and fun, it almost reminded Fella of when the princess first game into the Marchen. “Could you keep it down over there?” Fella was startled at hearing Miss Karma’s voice. She hadn’t even realized that Karma was there at her usual table. The way Miss Karma was speaking yesterday, Fella had thought she would be over the moon that these two were being so cute. But she sounded…bitter.
“Oh, we’re sorry,” Jurien said, sounding deflated. Fella frowned. By the gods, these two were a new couple! Of course, they were going to be goo-y sweet. What was wrong with Miss Karma?
“Is…everything alright?” Fella managed to keep her tone from coming across as more neutral instead of annoyed.
“I am just fine.” Miss Karma said, her voice flat and lacking any enthusiasm.
“Well…” Jurien said, clearing her throat. “Thank you, Fella, and the princess for helping Lan confess. Last night really was great.”
Karma makes a dismissive, annoyed sound. “If you two insist on being so affectionate, you should get a room.”
“Affectionate?” Both Fella and Jurien said at the same time.
Fella crossed her arms. “Miss Karma, why are you acting like this? Irritation or tiredness is no excuse for rudeness.”
“…Fine. I apologize. Happy?” Fella could hear the defiance in Karma’s “apology” before she gave sigh. She says in a softer, almost shameful voice. “…I’m sorry.”
There was silence in the Tavern before there’s the sound of rustling chairs. “Excuse me.” Miss Karma says, Fella still had her arms crossed and didn’t go after Karma.
“I wonder what’s wrong with her,” Jurien grumbled.
“I don’t think it's you two but I don’t know what is bothering Miss Karma.” She said, sighing. “I better get started preparing for dinner.”
That night dinner goes smoothly but Fella began to worry because Karma had not come down for dinner. No one had seen her come out of her room.
Miss Karma, are you okay?
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@mai-valentine I’m your Secret Santa! You said you like Michi so here’s a drabble! I’m not used to writing this ship but I had fun with it so I hope you like it, and have a very merry Christmas/happy holidays!!
“Onii-chan? Onii-chan.”
The only response Hikari would get was a groan as Taichi finally started to wake up. He waved one hand as if attempting to shoo her away but then he let his arm fall lazily over his still-closed eyes.
“Five more minutes,” he mumbled.
He could hear a sigh and then he felt a sudden rush of cold as the blanket covering him was pulled away.
“No more minutes, Onii-chan. You have a visitor.”
There was another groan from Taichi, but once Hikari’s words finally sunk in he bolted up, eyes wide. “Why is someone visiting this early in the morning!?”
“It’s already noon.” Hikari sighed.
“There you are, Taichi! It’s not nice to keep a girl waiting, you know!” It was Mimi, standing in the living room with her hands on her hips. Taichi just blinked, still groggy from being woken up.
“Sorry?” He muttered, stepping into the living room and rubbing sleep from his eyes. “I didn’t know you were coming. Why are you here anyway? Er, not that I mind of course!” If there was anything that could get Taichi to be wide awake, it was the fear of an angry Mimi. He remembered how delicate she’d seemed when they had first gone to the Digital World, and how quickly he’d been proven wrong. Their Digimon partners all seemed to resemble them in some way, and it wasn’t a surprise that Mimi’s partner turned into a cactus with boxing gloves.
Mimi was great. She was kind, energetic, and Taichi could say for sure she was one of his best friends in the world - but he would feel bad for anyone who made the mistake of making her mad.
A raised eyebrow was Mimi’s response, and then after a moment she smiled, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s been way too long since the two of us hung out, so I figured today we’d go out and do something fun!”
It had become a normal thing by now, whenever Mimi was in Japan she’d drop in unannounced at her friend’s houses - sometimes without even telling them she was back in Japan first. Takeru had told Taichi once about the time Yamato was visiting him and nearly had a heart attack when Mimi - who was supposed to be in America at the time - suddenly burst in.
So Taichi wasn’t at all surprised by the current situation, just…tired. And Mimi’s energy was hard to handle when he was tired. Still, she had a point. When was the last time they’d spent time together - just the two of them? And it wasn’t like Taichi had any plans for the day anyway, so why not?
“Alright,” he relented, “but a little warning next time would be nice. Where were you planning on going?”
“You’ll see!”
Taichi didn’t like that answer at all, nor did he like the fact Mimi had latched onto his arm, dragging him towards the front door. They’d made it halfway outside when he turned his head to call to Hikari, “if I’m not back by tonight send out a search party!”
“Of course!” Hikari called back cheerfully. “Have fun you two!”
“We’re here!” Mimi declared, finally letting go of Taichi’s arm once they made it to their destination.
He blinked. An ice cream shop?
“I figured since I flew all the way out to Japan just to see the great Yagami Taichi-san’s soccer game, only for it to be cancelled, you could make it up to me by treating me to ice cream!”
He thought about arguing that Mimi’s parents had already planned on coming back to Japan anyway, but decided it wasn’t worth it. It could be worse after all, Mimi could be making him pay for the plane ticket.
“Yeah, I guess that’s fair. ‘The great Yagami Taichi-san,’ huh?” There was a hint of amusement in Taichi’s voice as he walked into the shop, one hand already reaching into his pocket for his wallet. “Are you just trying to win brownie points or do you really think I’m that great?”
“I don’t have to win brownie points with you!” Mimi replied, grinning as she followed Taichi inside. “Joking aside though, you are pretty great.”
“Oh? How so?” Taichi couldn’t wait to hear this.
“Mmm,” Mimi tapped a finger on her chin as she thought it over.
“I’ll tell you after we get our ice cream!” She decided, rushing to the counter to order their frozen treats before Taichi could object. “We’ll take two large strawberry chocolate deluxe parfaits, with extra whipped cream!”
“Is that even a real thing?” Taichi questioned as he pulled his money out. Apparently it was, because the cashier nodded and got to work preparing the food.
“Of course it is! What, you weren’t gonna get plain chocolate ice cream, were you?”
“What’s wrong with plain chocolate!?”
“It’s boring!”
It wasn’t long before both of them got their ice cream and found a seat at one of the empty tables near the windows.
“So, were you gonna tell me how great I am or what?” Taichi teased before taking a bite of his ice cream. It was…actually better than he expected, not that he’d let Mimi know that.
“Right,” Mimi paused to swallow a spoonful of ice cream, “where do I start? You were the one who took responsibility for leading all of us back when we first went to the Digital World-“
“Yeah, and you guys fought with me practically every step of the way.” Taichi interrupted, though he sounded more amused than annoyed at the memory.
“And yet you never gave up,” Mimi continued, giving Taichi a look that clearly said ‘don’t interrupt me again.’ “We were just kids with the fate of the worlds on our shoulders, constantly being thrown into situations that could easily kill us, but no matter how scared you were, you were always there for us. Not just anyone could do that, Taichi.”
Taichi was quiet for a moment, drawing random little patterns in his ice cream with his spoon. He hadn’t expected that from Mimi, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to react.
“I never really put much thought into it,” he said finally, shrugging his shoulders. “Didn’t know you put that much thought into it either. I was just acting on instinct, that’s all.”
“Stop making it sound like no big deal.” Mimi’s eyes narrowed slightly. “We would have been lost without you, in more ways than one. Plus, you’re funny and sweet and good at soccer. You’re great, Yagami Taichi.”
Taichi half-expected her to immediately start listing his flaws, but she stopped there and went back to eating her parfait.
“…How do you know I’m good at soccer if you’ve never been to one of my games?” He cautiously asked.
“Well, who’s fault is that?”
“What!? How is it my fault a Kuwagamon decided to ruin everything!? We hadn’t even seen a Digimon in forever before that!”
“Mmhmm, sure. I bet you called the Kuwagamon there just so you’d have an excuse to see Agumon again!” Mimi pointed her spoon accusingly at Taichi, giving him a teasing smile. She earned an exasperated sigh in response.
“Yeah, right. I’d put the whole town in danger just to see Agumon again.”
“So aren’t you going to tell me how great I am now?”
“Huh!?” If anything, Taichi was amazed at Mimi’s ability to change the subject so quickly.
“It’s only fair!” Mimi lifted the glass her food was in and took another bite, leaning back in her seat.
What was he supposed to say? Mimi was amazing, of course, but Taichi wasn’t sure how to put into words exactly why she was amazing. He took a bite of ice cream to buy himself a little more time, and then, hesitantly, he spoke. “I- Well you’re not afraid to speak up when something’s bothering you. Even if it might inconvenience someone, you’re honest and you speak your mind. Some people might call that selfish but I…wish I had the courage to talk about things that bother me more often.”
His face had turned red from embarrassment by the time he was done talking, and Mimi had to hold back laughter because he just looked so cute when he was embarrassed.
“Thank you,” she said after managing a straight face. “Really, thank you, that means a lot to me. And you know, you can always talk to me if something’s bothering you.”
“…Yeah, I know.” Taichi smiled. “Thanks, Mimi-chan.”
They finished their ice cream and Taichi followed Mimi as she skipped outside and twirled around to face him.
“We need to get together again soon! Let me know as soon as that soccer match gets rescheduled, okay? If you win then I’ll treat you to some ice cream!”
“Sounds like a deal!” Taichi agreed, flashing a grin.
Mimi returned the grin with her own, and then leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to Taichi’s cheek. She giggled as his face turned red, and waved as she started to walk off.
“It’s a deal! See you soon, Great Yagami Taichi!”
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Let’s talk about Faye!! And why she’s a good!
In spite of her morose nature, pink is her favorite color and she tries to wear it whenever she can!
Strawberry parfait is her one weakness. Not only does it look cute to her but it’s the best damn thing you can eat.
Best baker. She always smells like chocolate and other baking goods.
Has a close connection with nature, much like Celia, Faye always has a flower motif.
Her earth magic is incredible! Sometimes for kids, she’ll make flower bloom in her steps just to wow them.
Speaking of kids Faye adores them and she’s pretty good around them. If not for her circumstances she would’ve loved to have adopted some kids.
Her hobbies include baking and horseback riding. In fact, she’s pretty good with horses!
She has a drug and drinking problem in order to escape her depression but she later makes steps to recovery and making friends who support her recovery. The road to recovery is a long and hard one but she manages and she learns to becomes sober.
It takes a while for her to open up, but once she does she can be a chatterbox as she enjoys talking to her friends. No seriously, she gets so overwhemlingly happy just to be able to talk with people she considers her friends. Years of isolation has made her this way.
Her friendship with Adrian is so wholesome and good. They both support each other the best they can. No romantic attachments because *Shrugs* platonic relationships are just as good yo.
Though she prefers the company of animals she likes to surround herself with friends nonetheless.
She doesn’t die! But... her journey in stopping her cousin Celia and later coming to the conclusion that she has no choice but to see her die really does damper her spirits...
She’s hella fun to draw and I can’t stop drawing her send heLP!!!
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how to celebrate watanagashi (inspired by higurashi / a.k.a. “the higurashi fanbase magically reappears today”)
hello hello! today is father’s day, but for higurashi fans, it is also watanagashi!
i’m not sure about you, but since i am a fan of the show/franchise, i figured i would ‘celebrate’ in my own way to have a fun time dedicated to higurashi. i have laid out a description for each item in this list of things you can do to celebrate below the cut! i bring to you, ‘rena’s magical list of fun higurashi watanagashi things!’ :
drift cotton down a river / mimicking the cotton drifting festival (without the.. deaths.. and without the violence, of course..)
higurashi inspired baking / recipes / etc. for meals
watching higurashi, reading higurashi manga / visual novel
playing club games
cosplaying / wearing an outfit inspired by a character
creating higurashi-related things
drifting cotton down a river / mimicking the cotton drifting festival
this one is quite simple, if you have a river near where you live, you can take some cotton balls (probably only one, to be safe on the environment..), and drift them down the river! if you want to ‘go the extra mile’ you can invision all of your past regrets and mistakes and things you wish you can be forgiven by the universe for to be able to move on in your life and become happier and let go drifting away with the cotton ball down the river!
if there is a carnival or fair nearby, you can visit there as well! (though i dont think there would be on a sunday, but oh well!) you can also visit any store or mall or farmer’s market.. pretty much just go somewhere and have a little fun!
recipes / baking inspired from higurashi
this part is my favorite!!! below are some food items that appear in higurashi that i plan to make or eat throughout the day:
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keiichi’s rushed breakfast
in the new english translation of the first visual novel for higurashi, keiichi puts together a rather interesting breakfast, and you can give it a try this morning if you would like!
he took a slice of bread, put jam on it ( i assumed strawberry, but you can use any jam) ; which is normal in itself, but then he sprinkled cocoa powder over top of the bread with jam. that is about it! sorry i do not have a screenshot as i am on a different computer right now!
in another translation, he has bread and jam with a cup of cocoa on the side (hot cocoa, the drink). you can choose either way of interpreting it! you can pick which one you want to eat ^.^
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hanyuu’s cream puffs
hanyuu is seen all over the internet with cream puffs and eating cream puffs; so today is the perfect day to make some!
here is a link to a video with a very nice recipe for some:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZySDgGAobdM
here is a link to a video to ensure you make them correctly / give tips if you are a first time cream puff baker, or if you always have trouble making them turn out right!:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qn1wqaTwpfE
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two choices for dinner! you can either pick keiichi’s ramen if you do not have much time to cook, or rena’s dinner if you do!
keiichi’s instant ramen
keiichi, in the visual novel, talks about getting his favorite instant ramen from the grocery store! his favorite flavor is ginger pork flavor, but if you do not like that flavor or are a vegetarian , you can opt for a different, non-meat flavor! or a seafood flavor if you are pescetarian. instant ramen is very simple to make, just follow the instructions on the package! ^.^ (also, if you are vegan, there is one brand of ramen in a certain flavor that has no beef extract and is vegan: top ramen oriental flavor. it is important to get the top ramen brand for this flavor , as maruchan and other brands’ oriental flavors are not vegan)
rena’s feast/dinner
this one is quite nice, and you can change it to fit the ingredients you have available / the ones you like! but put simply, you can make a miso soup with vegetables (specifically daikon, carrot, burdock, potato) and tofu! you can add or omit whatever veggies you wish to. for sides, you can also make some sticky rice , and have pickles with the rice as well! if you want to get really fancy you can make your own pickles, but a jar of store-bought pickles (i use dill) works just fine too! this is a delicious filling dinner! ^_^
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melon flavored water ice
in one of the club’s games, keiichi brings up that water ice’s most popular flavor is melon, but the other club members picked different flavors for the game (strawberry). you can get melon water ice if it is nearby, or you can get any flavor of water ice! for this, i would suggest getting the water ice if you are out and about at a rita’s or other water ice stand. if you are at home, you can try to make your own if you have a water ice maker / ice grinder, but i would not recommend it as it is more effort than it is worth most of the time ^.^
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rena+mion’s ohagi / mochi
in the anime, the food that rena and mion infamously leave for keiichi is ohagi, however, in the visual novel it is mochi. because of this, you can choose to make one or both. for inexperienced cooks this could be the hardest thing to make, but just know that not everybody is perfect and it will probably taste good anyhow!
* also, for the needle, in the answer arc it turns out it was not a needle, but just some cayenne pepper mixed in the anko to make it spicy; which keiichi misinterpreted as a needle d/t his paranoia. you can line up the mochi and put cayenne pepper in the filling of one of them, and play a game of ‘mochi roulette’ if you would like!
here is a recipe for anko:
http://www.justonecookbook.com/how_to/how-to-make-anko-red-bean-paste/
here is a recipe for ohagi:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VPK2qo0_Eg
here is a recipe for mochi (microwaveable to make it easier. you need mochiko sweet rice flour for this to work):
http://allrecipes.com/recipe/43486/microwave-mochi/
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rena’s tamagoyaki
in the atonement arc manga vol.1, rena makes tamagoyaki! i would suggest eating it for breakfast,brunch,or lunch, but you can eat it whenever you wish to! here is a link to how to make it:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fK3mN4M31z8
if you want, you can also draw a cute design, or cute little higurashi characters on your tamagoyaki with ketchup as well!
rena’s parfait
in the manga, rena’s mother lets her eat a fruit and yogurt parfait when she takes her to an amusement park in a flashback from before her mother broke the news of the divorce to her. you can make yourself a fruit parfait if you would like! specific fruits in the parfait were pineapple, oranges, strawberries, etc. you can make them look like the image above, or just make a parfait any way you would like!
of course there are many, many more foods featured in higurashi (such as the takoyaki, the tea keiichi’s father makes for him and rena, etc.), but for the sake of time these are some of them, but not all! if there was a food you saw in higurashi that was prominent, feel free to make your own rendition of the foods you see in the manga/visual novel/anime!
cosplaying / wearing an outfit inspired by a character
this goes without saying, but you can choose to wear casual outfits inspired by your favorite character (if you want a more wearable look to go out in public, so not many people would know you were cosplaying), or you can cosplay full-out if you wish! below are some character outfit references, but feel free to find more!:
playing club games
this is another one with endless possiblities! if you are hanging out with friends or siblings, you can play card games , or even some of the other games the club plays throughout the series.. you can even do your own form of punishment game if you really want to, but you dont have to. if your friends arent up to that, you can just as easily play games like old maid and go fish or games like tag/etc.. just have fun!
if you are home alone or not around anyone today, dont worry! you can also play card games and other games online with people, there are plenty of game sites that link you up with a random person, or you can play against a computer! its all up to you!!
watching higurashi, reading higurashi manga / visual novel
this is another obvious one, but above all else what you can do today is read or watch higurashi-related things! that can be the official visual novel or manga, watching the anime, or even watching youtube videos and parodies!
as far as the realm of parodies, here is one i wholeheartedly recommend if you haven’t seen it already:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9UnFBtJD4x0
creating higurashi related things
this one is another obvious one, but you can also draw, write, sing/make music, make videos, or even just posts relating to higurashi! the possiblities are endless! ^.^
if anything, you can also just sit in a pile of all your higurashi-related things that you have (figures, books, pictures, etc......)
as for this post right now, that is all!!~
i hope you all like this list of fun things to do today and i hope you all have a wonderful day!!! happy watanagashi!! ^_^
~ rena ♡ ♡ ♡
#watanagashi#HAPPY WATANAGASHI!!!#update#higurashi#higurashi no naku koro ni#ryukishi07#07th expansion#higurashi when they cry#when they cry#cotton drifting festival#cotton drifting#long post#masterpost#masterlist#watanagashi festival#activities#renas post#i hope you all have a really good fun day!!!!!!
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