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Notes: After a looooooooong and dark winter... Guess who's here?
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I hope you like it!
Previously...
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Chapter 4
So… Lothíriel had a crush. She didn’t blame herself for it, it’d seemed inevitable.
But yeah… It had the potential to be a bit awkward, but she thought she’d be fine. Éomer was leaving soon, so there was that.
She hadn’t expected to feel such a strong attraction to the man. Sure, he was good looking and all, but she knew many good looking men. There was something about him that was just… Really delicious.
Like she really wanted to climb that man like a tree, ride him like a stallion, have his babies or whatever.
She didn’t understand it. She was not that girl, the one that got crushes regularly.
Lothíriel was careful in relationships for many reasons: her brothers were annoyingly overprotective, her family had a lot of money and she’d been painfully naive as a teenager.
She was a romantic and she wanted the whole fairy tale deal, however, she’d learned that some things do require careful consideration. As much as she wanted to get married -she had the whole ceremony planned -and have children -three and she knew the names already -she also knew that nothing of this would happen by magic. Lothíriel didn’t want to just be married with a family; she wanted to love and be loved.
And she wasn’t saying she’d fallen head first in love with Éomer that very night, but the intensity of the attraction she’d felt was kind of weird.
Anyway… It meant nothing. Crushes came and went, and she wasn’t 15 anymore. Maybe she’d liked him because he was good-looking and new, because he’d offered her a handkerchief like a perfect gentleman, because he was tall and kinda rugged and he did look like he could pick her up and…
Right. She should stop thinking about what he could do with those arms of his. It wasn’t helping at all.
Colonel barked at her and she sighed. “You’re right. I’m being silly.” She turned back to the mirror to finish up her makeup.
They had a dinner -this time really for family only -with Éomer and Éowyn that night. They were supposed to leave back to Edoras the next morning.
Faramir was probably freaking out and trying to figure out if it was too early to ask Éowyn to marry him. She knew her cousin was crazy about the woman, so it was killing him to say ‘goodbye’ like this.
Lothíriel gave him a month before he made his way to Edoras. Amrothos thought it’d take a week.
Lotty put on her mother’s pearl necklace -she always wore it when she felt like she needed more confidence -and applied her lipstick.
It was one dinner with Éomer and her whole family. She could do it.
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Okay, this was a bit ridiculous.
Lothíriel felt the need to repeat -to herself -that she was not the kind of girl to get insta crushes, but this man had to be joking.
How was it possible that he looked even better that night?
Was this witchcraft? Because it kind of felt like witchcraft.
Éomer looked so good in that gray suit, no tie, not even an attempt at controlling his long hair. (No, she was not thinking of holding on to his hair while he ate her out. Well… Now she was.)
They were at this restaurant that belonged to one of Echiron’s friends, where everything was organic, overpriced and not that revolutionary. Amrothos was convinced Echiron only pretended to like this place because he was sleeping with said ‘friend’. Lothíriel just wished he didn’t make them go there.
Éomer was frowning at what was supposed to be his steak. “I think they left most of it in the kitchen.”
Lothíriel hid her smile with her napkin. “They seem to do that a lot here.” She indicated her own fish, which probably was no more than a tablespoon of food.
Éomer sighed. “We’ll need to leave and get a pizza.”
“Can I come along?” She asked with a grin.
They had been sitting side by side, which didn’t help much with her crush. Now she knew how good he smelled and they talked most of the night.
He gave her a slow smile. “Of course. I couldn’t leave you to f… Ouch!” Éomer winced, then glowered at Amrothos, who was across from them and glowering right back at him.
Had her brother just kicked Éomer under the table? She threw a confused look at her brother, but he was staring straight at Éomer and mouthering…
“Did my brother just tell you not to flirt with me?” She asked Éomer in a stage whisper.
“Lotty!” Amrothos hissed at her,
“He did.” Éomer replied to her in the same way. “That’s the third time tonight.”
It was Lotty’s turn to frown. “Third?” She gasped theatrically at him. “Have you been flirting with me in secret?”
Éomer chuckled. “I guess I have. The first was when I said ‘hello’...”
“Yes, that was very inappropriate of you.”
His smile got bigger. “And the second was when I said your dress is cute.”
Lothíriel looked down at her dress. “But it is cute!”
“Right?”
They grinned at each other, before Éomer winced again.
“Amrothos.” Lothíriel hissed at her brother. “Stop assaulting our guest!”
“I will.” Amrothos gave her a fake smile. “As soon as he stops flirting with my baby sister.”
“Amrothos.” Their father’s voice made her brother flinch. “What is going on?”
“Nothing.” He was quick to say.
Lothíriel took the opportunity to turn to Éomer. “I’m so sorry about this.” She was now serious. “Amrothos is being ridiculous.”
“Your brother is really protective.” Éomer shrugged. “I get it, you are lovely and sweet.” Lothíriel was floating on those words for about three seconds, until he finished his thought. “Of course he has nothing to worry about. I’d never do something like that to your father.”
Ice gripped her heart. “I beg your pardon?”
Éomer cleared his throat. “Your father is a great friend of mine. I wouldn’t flirt with his daughter carelessly.”
“Right.” Lothíriel gave him a smile that was probably too tremulous, so she took a sip of wine to hide it.
Once again she wasn’t a person or a woman. She was just Imrahil’s daughter and because of that she was in this untouchable shelf.
Well, that was the end of that crush.
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Éomer took a sip of his beer as he watched the lights of the city. He could barely wait to get back to Edoras.
He missed the farm, the horses, the work, the people…
Dol Amroth was beautiful, but it wasn’t home.
He put the beer down and looked at his suitcase. Normally he’d have this done already, but he couldn’t concentrate on the task and he needed a distraction. Hence the beer.
He’d hurt Lothíriel’s feelings.
He saw it clear as day on those pretty eyes of hers. She didn’t say anything, just smiled at him and continued to make polite conversation after, but it wasn’t the same.
There were no more secret smiles and sassy remarks from her. Just the plainest, most boring topics of conversation ever.
Éomer imagined it was because he said he wouldn’t flirt with her, but he wasn’t sure why that had made her so sad. She couldn’t possibly…
It didn’t matter anyway. He was leaving, she was staying.
Lothíriel was absolutely lovely -breathtakingly so. But she was also younger and the daughter of a good friend. They were worlds apart.
She’d forget him pretty soon.
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The Early Works of Kazuki Takahashi
So, here we go…
Recently i started trying to research about Kazuki Takahashi’s work from before he created Yu-Gi-Oh, since i find it pretty interesting to see how manga author’s art styles change over time and what elements reappear often in their works, but i soon learned that it is kinda hard to research about his works: not only have most of them never been released again anywhere after they were first published, but there is also not a lot of informations and pictures of them online.
That being said, I did find a lot of things during my research, including a lot of stuff I don't think has even been translated from japanese, so I'm putting them here for more people to see!
BIG WARNING THOUGH: I do not speak japanese, and most of this information was found translating with Google Translator and DeepL, with me joining them up and fixing some grammatical errors, but there might be some big translation mistakes that i didn’t catch, so if you know japanese and sees that something is wrong please inform me in on reblogs; i will put all my sources here to make it easier too.
- The Hajime Miyabi days
In his earlier works, Kazuki Takahashi submitted his stories by the pen name Hajime Miyabi, so this section is named after this first name.
His first published work was a one-shot for the Shogakukan's Weekly Shōnen Sunday magazine in 1981, and was named Ing! Love Ball; it was made for Shogakukan Newcomer Comic Awards and won first prize! The only picture of it I could find was the cover right here:
I also found this site called Kazuki's Elements and Words, which ended up being essential to this research since it has interviews, synopsis and little descriptions of all of his works! So thanks to it, we get some information about it: There are synopsis to all works on the front page of the site, and here’s the one for this manga: Three guys who love cute girls target a heroine who has a boy crush on her. Knowing her pure heart, they decide to support her, but the story goes that students from another school who target her break in and wreak havoc.
There’s also some Story Previews for this one, that say: A trio of unattractive/unpopular high school students cause havoc at their school! Three guys are always getting dumped. This time, they make a fierce attack on the female manager of the soccer club. However, the girl has a secret crush on the captain of the soccer team. And since there is another rival besides the three of them, they are in big trouble.
Since this won first place, there are reviews of it by a bunch of famous manga authors, like Leiji Matsumoto and Fujiko Fujio: many of them complimented the love story, but the art was criticized for being hard to follow and messy, and the characters were considered shallow.
His second work was Ano Ko ni Scramble (Scramble for that girl), a one-shot from June, 1982. I could not find a picture for this one, so here’s a synopsis: Dan fell in love with Rio at first sight. The story is about a heroine who doesn't really want to be an idol, and who puts her body on the line to rescue Rio. Seems to be a romance drama.
According to the site, the main guy's name is Gojo Dan (he is described as being “hard-edged”) and the main girl is called Kisaragi Rio; there’s also a dog named Koro. The owner of the site complimented this one for being very sentimental, and also commented: There were many scenes that come to mind for Yu-Gi-Oh! fans, such as the handkerchief with tear marks on it and the episode where the dog bites the buttocks… I’m not sure what he means by that to be honest.
His next work was Kyogaku Sensen SOS!! (Co-educational front SOS!), another one-shot from 1982. Found a cover here:
Synopsis is: A boys' school and a girls' school decide to merge, and the hero and heroine team up to prevent it! In the end, the hero and heroine are unable to prevent the merger, but love buds between the two.
The site says that it is a romantic comedy,that the main dude's name is Yuya Hitoyoshi and the lady is Chiharu Kazama. This Yuya is described as having selfish and passionate beliefs. Also found this blog from a Yu-Gi-Oh fan that read both this manga and the next, having this to say about this one: A love story. The content is so hot that even I blush when I read it.The heroine is cute!
(BTW I tried researching a bit, and I'm unsure if the “hot content” part is saying that the story is sexy, or if it is sentimental… who knows, maybe it’s both)
Next we have Yu Yua Yu, a one-shot from the end of 1982. This one I could only find a picture on this video by youtube channel Yaku Mitsuru's Secret Treasure House, so sorry by the stuff over the picture:
Synopsis is: Isamu lives with his mother and sister. The mother is a detective who loves motorcycles and Magnum. This is a heartwarming story in which the affection between parent and child deepens through the case.
Main character seems to be a guy named Isamu Uesugi, the mother is called Yu Uesugi and the sister is named Yua Uesugi, and she’s apparently older than him. Apparently a point of conflict in the story is the mother being very busy with work and the son wanting to spend time and get pampered by her. Both the owner of the site and that blog post praised this one for its sentimental moments, and the parent-child dynamic.
This one was his last work to be published in Weekly Shonen Sunday; from 1983, it’s a one-shot called Hajimemashite Ran Desu!! (Nice to meet you, I'm Ran!). I found a cover here:
Synopsis is: When a mysterious teacher wearing a gakuran arrives at a new school, he falls in love at first sight with a beautiful teacher. Her rival is the gym teacher, Mr. Tsukinowa. This is a story of a heated love battle between teachers.
Some story elements from the site: the main guy is called Rindo Ran, and was created to be an ideal teacher, being really nice and cool; his love interest is named Mii Aima, and is a music teacher, and she has a younger brother named Hayal Aima, who is also very cool apparently. The owner of the site mentions that the story being focused on teachers was pretty rare and refreshing, but the main character acts pretty childish.
- The Kazuo Takahashi days
Now we move to the next era of Takahashi’s work, where he started to use his real name in his manga, Kazuo Takahashi (yeah, Kazuki is not his real name!). His first work under this name was also his first serialized work: Go-Q-Choji Ikkiman, released on Kodansha's Weekly Shōnen Magazine in 1986; that being said, it was not an original creation of his, but an adaptation of an anime of the same name. This one actually has a lot of pictures online, starting with some cover pictures:
Synopsis is: A story about Ikki Sawamura, a.k.a. Ikki Man, who saves the earth from extinction by playing "Battle Ball," a sport similar to baseball. Myanimelist above also mentions that there are aliens on this, and that Ikki himself is an alien… so this is pretty different from his previous down-to-earth romance stuff.
The site has two pages about it, and says that having the anime and manga being made at the same time made this a “tightrope walking project”, but they still enjoyed the manga on it’s own right, especially because of the development of the characters, like the main character Ikki and his rival Samson, who they find one of Takahashi’s best characters (maybe because of his appearance being attractive?? the translator is kinda weird on this part).
Here’s some pictures of the interior (i believe Samson is the buff guy in that second picture). (sources 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)
His next work was the first of his manga to be released in 1990 on Shueisha's Weekly Shōnen Jump, where all of his future manga would be published; it was called Tokio no Taka (Eagle of the King of the Flame? this title is complicated to translate). Cover from this Twitter post:
Synopsis is: A story about cool people fighting for justice and leaving for the wilderness in the end… Which is kinda vague, and there’s not a lot of information on the site besides some comments that it is more serious than his previous and later works, how it was clearly inspired by Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and that it’s page count was impressive. We do have an interior picture, and one photo that shows a little interview that Takahashi did, with a cute doodle of himself. (Sources 1 is that twitter post, 2 is here). This is also the only one-shot to be re-released after its first publishing, on an issue of his next serialized work.
His next work was a one-shot called Battle Mind, from 1991; we have only a cover for this one, but I find it very interesting, since the design of the lady is very similar to Tea/Anzu, especially that hairstyle, and her clothes kinda look like what she wore in Death T!
Synopsis is: A story about a boy whose homeland is invaded by a dictator, who awakens with supernatural powers, fights alongside resisters, and drives out the invader. According to the site, the hero's name is Kurenai Shinku and the lady who looks like Tea is "Lime". Also, the page mentions that Takahashi talks a lot about a guy named Antonio Inoki on this, a wrestler that notably inspired that face that Joey makes a lot in the anime. At first I thought he might have helped in some way in this, but reading better I now believe it was just Takahashi fanboying because he met him before finishing the manuscript for this.
And now, his last work before Yu-Gi-Oh was serialized from 1991 until 1992, this time a completely original work of his: Tennenshoku Danji Buray (Man of Natural Color BURAY? Another one with a weird name to translate…) This one also has a ton of images, beginning with all the covers, with this main character that looks a lot like Mako Tsunami/Ryota Kajiki in some pictures:
Synopsis: Buray uses his strong body to make money as a "hit man". His reason for making dangerous money is to support the orphanage where he grew up. However, the main reason is to attract the attention of Ms. Ruriko, who runs the orphanage.... This moving film follows Burai, who thinks only of himself, as he grows into a full-fledged man through the lives of the people he encounters through professional wrestling. Yeah, Takahashi loved wrestling, if this and the previous entry didn't tell you.
The site has three different pages for the Buray manga, and the second one is the most interesting for me: it shows that during the manga’s run, they released a survey asking the readers some questions about the manga, like what they thought about the art, the main character, the plot, and most interesting of all, what they wished to happen next (though according to the site’s owner, all options eventually happened in the story). Here are the options given:
And now we have the images from the interior of the manga, and they are fascinating for me for how different they are from the YGO artstyle, yet you still can find some familiar things; these older men from pictures 4 and 5 and some of the more expressive faces are very YGO, for example! (sources 1, 2, 3, 4, 5)
- Kazuki Takahashi era, AKA Our Conclusion
A few years after Buray, in September of 1996, Kazuo would take the pen name Kazuki Takahashi and create Yu-Gi-Oh for Weekly Shonen Jump, which is where this research ends. His work from after YGO is a lot easier to find online, so I will not talk about it in here, but i think that seeing how much his artstyle changed over time:
Looking after pictures of those first one-shots, I saw that a lot of the covers for Weekly Shōnen Sunday from around that time had something related to Urusei Yatsura on it, and i’m guessing his manga were trying to go for that niche, with very a very rounded artstyle and romance and comedy as a big element. After he did Go-Q-Choji Ikkiman, which probably had to follow the look that the anime already had, he seemed to try a more Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure/Fist of the North Star with Tokio no Taka and Buray for some extent, while Battle Mind seems to have a more traditional 80s manga style, but in all of these you can see some elements that will be seen again in Yu-Gi-Oh beginning to appear (like those buff men from Ikkiman, Tokio no Taka and BURAY kinda reminding me of Ushiou and Goro Inogashira).
And then when you get to YGO, his style begins with traces of those previous works, but develops to become a lot more unique, a way more stylized look full of pointy chins and big hair; it was honestly super cool to see how much it changed from that beginning with his weird one-shot that somehow won a first prize in a Newcomers competition.
I’m not very good at finishing essays to be honest, so i’ll end this by putting a last picture in here: one of his way later works from 2020, coming from this account that used to translate his instagram posts:
Thanks for reading it!
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i thought tonight I would share w u my irl kawhe time ☕️🤎
#sunshine club#myself#kawhe time#it’s 7:59pm rn#yes that is a handkerchief in the background#I’m a romantic handkerchief kinda girl#if a boy handed me a handkerchief when I was crying I was gonna say I would burst into tears bjt like I’d already be crying so#peep my crochet hooks#and those are my lil moccona coffee earrings I thrifted#idk if anyone ever reads my tags lol#if u read this lemme know on an anon 😅#kawhe is coffee in my native language#if y’all wondered#kawhe taima is the correct phrase#i added a bit of chocolate this evening because I’m on my period lol and I needed it#it was so dreamy#i just really really really like kawhe ok#cosy#coffee#tasty#mocha#summerpetalsnet#heyleafletts#heyleaf#heyleafle
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Dream!! Excellent work on the last chapter!! I loooovvved it!
The dozen flower bouquets were so romantic❤️ I was wondering if Anthony will send a book to Cherie to replace the one she burned??? Or maybe handkerchiefs with an embroidered quote that reminds him of her😍 to kinda make her laugh about his special handkie 😂
Maybe some gloves that remind her of the first time he touched her NAKED HANDS! 😂. I hope all his gifts have some special meaning🙌🏼🥰. Would it be inappropriate to send her jewelry while “courting”?? Does he have to wait until they are engaged for the really expensive gifts to start showing up😂😂 would it be scandalous if he sent her a tiara😂❤️
I’m just so excited for the fluff!!! Can we get a HC of Anthony at the jewelry store with Benedict waiting to pick up the coin but then he wanders over to the engagement jewelry sets and Benedict has to reel him in😂
OH MY GOD I AM SO HAPPY THAT YOU ASKED THIS-
Bear with me here because I have a long long answer for this darling 😂
So first of all: Would it be inappropriate to send her jewelry while “courting”?? Does he have to wait until they are engaged for the really expensive gifts to start showing up😂😂 would it be scandalous if he sent her a tiara😂❤️
Normally, expensive gifts weren't really a common thing during courtship BUT they were encouraged during engagement period so Anthony is going to have to wait for that period to actually give her expensive gifts but speaking of scandalous gifts...
While I was searching the "love tokens" I came across this this website that actually was really helpful BUT I have also been laughing at this for like a week so I need everyone to see it-
Scandalous gifts? For Regency, it was clothing and the explanation is right below the read more 😂
Clothing was an intimate and erotic gift given by male lovers. It commonly included stockings and garters, stay busks (a wooden beam inserted down the front of a woman’s corset to keep it straight), and gloves. These gifts would allow him to have indirect contact with her virgin bare skin and may have conjured up sensual fantasising while she was undressing. These gifts could be made even more seductive by being embroidered and engraved with romantic and erotic symbolism, such as hearts, cupid arrows and the couple’s initials. These extremely private gifts could be seen as “objects of possession” and subtle seduction because of the sexual connotations; the male lover claiming ownership of her and her virginity (Bendall, ‘To Write a Distick upon It’). (taken from ageorgianromance)
So basically, literally the most scandalous gift Anthony could give would be clothing rather than any expensive jewelry 😂 He could send her a tiara and everyone would be a bit surprised but would be fine, but if he sent her any item of clothing? Intimate clothing?
Cherie would literally have to open that gift in private and wouldn't be able to tell anyone about it😂
Oooh let's have a HC like that!
I think if Benedict saw him going for the engagement jewelry set and would go like,
"Not yet."
"But I'm just-"
"You've already been rejected once, Anthony. You're going slow this time, we talked about this."
"I just think she would like this one-"
"You're going to give her the family heirloom so no need to look at those- and you will start with the courtship then build up to that. Ask the girl if she wants to be in a courtship with you before matrimony, maybe?"
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How about-Hanahaki disease? Gerald/Jaskier? Happy ending please!
Nonny! Darling you read my mind, I’m an ‘angst with a happy ending’ kinda gal. Just so we’re clear, I know nothing of flower meanings and I didn’t research.
TW: Gore
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Jaskier first coughed up a flower at age three.
Poets loved Hanahaki, it was considered romantic, and those prone to it were tragic beauties, destined to languish, delicately spitting blood and rose petals into a silk handkerchief. No one really wrote about how it could be brought on by deeply unrequited platonic love.
Jaskier coughed a violet into his little fist and brought it to his mother, who turned him away.
Fifteen years down the line and having graduated Oxenfurt with honors, Jaskier was old hat at taking care of Hanahaki. His feelings, although often unrequited, were also often fleeting. A night spent coughing tulips into a bowl and a sore throat the next mroning, but rarely more than that.
If it persisted for a week or more there was tea. Any apothecary in even a mid sized city carried it. It was putrid and thick and slid down the throat like a cup of slugs, but in the morning there were no petals, and after two or three days of the stuff, the disease was gone.
He was almost thankful for being so prone to Hanahaki, it was romantic and lended much to his chosen profession. People gave him sympathetic looks and free drinks if he sang a sad song and discreetly spat a rose petal into a handkerchief. Most of the time he simply didn’t mind it, and considered himself twice blessed with his mobile heart.
Sometimes he had nightmares of what would happen if he found true love.
The notions of true love itself was romantic, but everyone knew that your true love, the one you were fated to, if they didn’t love you in return no tea would save you.
He’d watched a friend, a grad student at Oxenfurt, die of it. It was no delicate coughing into handkerchiefs, no poetic languishing. He’d held her hair back as she threw up petals and blood, crying as she clutched the bucket with skeletal hands because she could no longer force food down a torn throat.
It had been so slow, she’d said between pulling thorned stems from her mouth. More than a decade of loving the boy she’d had a crush on in her small town village. She’d lived through it all, only occassionally throwing up flowers. Always snow white roses, for him, apparently. It would have been wonderfully artistic if Jaskier didn’t know how they looked covered in blood.
Then she’d gone to his wedding to the baker’s daughter and two weeks later he watched her cough out roots wrapped around a chunk of lung and screamed for a doctor knowing it was too late. The blood stain never washed fully out of the floor.
And she’d said it was worth it. That she wouldn’t have stopped loving him for the world, even as she said it through a throat full of thorns.
Jaskier never understood it, leaping from town to town, avoiding long term connections while knowing all the while that if fate wanted him to fall in love he would. Denying Destiny only made things nastier, he knew. And then, in a tevern in Posada, with bread in his pants and a hole in his boot, his eyes met pure gold.
It took a split second, less probably, for him to realize that, although he didn’t love the man yet, for love at first sight truly is a poet’s myth, he could love this man. And if he died for this man, maybe the love would be worth it after all.
The man was a witcher, who punched him in the gut and stank of onion and talked to his horse. Jaskier followed him anyway.
He followed him and coughed up flowers, different blossoms for different people, and he began to fall deeper in love. He wondered sometimes what flowers he would cough, as the bouquets turned into only one kind.
What flower would represent Geralt? Not buttercups or dandelions, certainly. Perhaps if someone else were to catch Hanahaki for Jaskier those would be for him. Geralt wasn’t a dandelion. He was grumpy and spiky and after ten years wouldn’t even call Jaskier a friend.
In the dead of night Jaskier feared it would be white roses, like he’d seen once before.
And then Geralt died in a collapsing building only to be alive and fucking a purple-eyed sorceress after nearly killing Jaskier with a djinn. Jaskier vomited flowers not twelve hours after vomiting blood.
Snow drops, tiny and delicate. And from that point forth he never coughed up any other kind.
It didn’t progress so quickly though. Jaskier had expected to die within a month of Geralt meeting Yennefer. He didn’t. Love and sex weren’t the same thing, and his love didn’t go totally unrequited either. It wasn’t the same sort of love, but in the quiet moments just after dawn it was enough.
Then Geralt made a choice.
He wouldn’t kill dragons, he didn’t hunt sapient creatures, he wanted nothing to do with the dragon hunt, until he caught sight of Yennefer.
And that left Geralt and Jaskier, on top of a mountain, as Geralt screamed into the wind that Jaskier meant nothing to him. Jaskier felt the roots set in.
He wasn’t going to get the story from the others. He could barely breathe, the pain was so sharp and intense and he could feel it growing, feel the flowers growing. Little snowdrops had no right to be so painful.
He wasn’t going to make it off the mountain.
Jaskier took a different trail down, and then wandered into the forest a little way, coughing blood and stems the whole way. He collapsed under a tree, blood staining his doublet. He wished he had a friend to clutch his hand, hold his hair back and rub his back like he’d done more than twenty years ago.
There wouldn’t be a funeral though. No one would know what had happened to Jaskier the bard. Worse, no one would know what happened to Julian, the person, the man. As he threw up a clump of flowers and blood he felt very much like the scared little boy who threw up a flower for the first time.
It hurt. It burned and shredded his throat and he wanted a friend and he didn’t have any. He’d thrown all his eggs in one basket twenty years ago and Geralt had kicked that basket off the mountain.
Jaskier leaned his lute up against the tree. It’d be such a shame to get blood on the lovely girl. He curled up next to it, in a fetal position on his side as the coughs wracked his whole body.
His friend had lasted two weeks, he thought. But her rejection was a wedding. Not her best friend and the love of her life telling her never to see him again. That he was a burden. That if life or Destiny could give him one blessing it would be to take Jaskier off his hands. And Destiny was going to deliver. She had made Jaskier love Geralt, and she would kill him by it.
Still, Jaskier would have given anything for the comfort of his friend right now. He began to cry, snot and tears and blood and petals all mixing. He couldn’t even breathe, his lungs burned so bad.
His vision was blurry.
He could hear noises, tromping through the forest and who knew what awful creatures lurked here. Just like Dame Destiny to have him disembowled while dying of Hanahaki.
It was dark, but it had been noon on the mountain. Black clouds swirled and closed in his vision.
A strangled noise.
No monster made that noise. That was a man-made noise. It sounded very much how Jaskier had felt on the mountaintop. He retched up a flower and tasted pollen and iron.
“Jaskier!”
He didn’t remember hallucinations being part of the final stages, but the brain played funny tricks.
“Jaskier!” There it was again, and he was being bundled up tight to a chest that was not at all comfortable and smelled of horse and leather and sweat and onion. A buckle of Geralt’s armor dug into his cheek. Jaskier’s mouth was full of stems and roots.
GLoved fingers dug in, pulling snowdrops from between his lips and then Geralt kissed him. It was entirely awful and unsatisfying.
Dimly Jaskier came to the realization that it was not supposed to a kiss, but Geralt trying to blow air into his flowering lungs. A nice gesture but unhelpful.
He lolled his head to the side to throw up another clump of root, not wanting to throw up directly into Geralt’s mouth.
A shudder ran through the chest he was pressed against, like a tremor before an earthquake. Then a sob.
It was quiet. The worst sobs are.
Geralt lay Jaskier down on the floor, one hand cupped beneath his head, gently cradling. Then the witcher curled next to him, face pressed against a pale neck streaked with blood, and cried.
Jaskier wanted to comfort him, to stroke a hand through soft white hair one last time and thank him for not letting him die alone. He just didn’t have the strength.
Another wretched, tiny sob, then, “I’m sorry, Jaskier. I’m so sorry.” Oh that wasn’t fair. A tear leaked from Jaskier’s eye.
“I’m sorry,” Geralt continued, face pressed into Jaskier’s collarbone. “I didn’t mean it, I was angry and tired and I’ve hurt you but please,” the voice faded to barely a whisper. “Please don’t leave me, I didn’t mean it, I love you don’t leave me here alone.”
Don’t leave him here alone. Jaskier though. Destiny owed him, owed them both for all she’d put them through. Don’t make him lonely, he prayed. I don’t want to leave him alone.
Geralt held Jaskier tighter, pressing even closer like he was trying to meld them into one. “I love you,” he said. “I’m sorry, Jaskier. I love you.”
The world went white.
Jaskier blinked his eyes open with blood in his mouth. It didn’t seem to deter Geralt, who kissed him so thoroughly his head felt light. Then Geralt pulled him upright. There was blood on the ground around them, some even streaked into Geralt’s hair.
There were no stems though.
The forest floor had been carpeted for ten feet all around them with snowdrops, planted firmly in earth instead of lungs. They were so close together it looked like a sudden snowfall, trailing to fewer and farther between at the edges of their little pool of white.
“I...” Jaskier said, letting Geralt pull him to his feet. He wasn’t sure what to say but it turns out he needn’t say anything. Geralt was clutching him like a lifeline and tucking a snowdrop into his hair.
“I smelled blood,” he said, lips brushing into Jaskier’s brown fringe. “I smelled blood and was so afraid. I haven’t been truly afraid in so long and then I found those wretched flowers.” Geralt took a shaky breath.
“I truly thought it was too late.” He pulled back and looked into Jaskier’s eyes. Geralt’s own yellow ones were dry but the emotion was clear. “I thought I had lost you, my love.” A gloved hand, only slightly bloody stroked Jaskier’s cheek. “I thought I had lost you, my life’s greatest gift. And I wanted to lay down beside you and die as well.”
Jaskier chuckled wetly. “You overdramatic sod,” he said between watery sniffles. “What a ridiculous notion. And I can’t believe it takes me dying to turn you into a romantic.”
“Almost dying,” Geralt said firmly. There was panic written plain across his face, as if he was terrified that time would slam into reverse just to take Jaskier from him. Another embrace, just this side of bone crushing. “Almost dying, my love.”
“Not dead, my love,” Jaskier responded.
As they made their way down the mountain snowdrops bloomed in their footsteps, but they were too busy looking at each other to notice.
#geraskier#hanahaki au#hanahaki disease#tw: gore#angst with a happy ending#yo im actually so proud of this what the heck?#askbox answers
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dating Mary Saotome headcanons
warnings/genre: fluff headcanons, some mentions of angst, mild violence, harassment, dating headcanons, implied female reader
a/n: my favorite girl!! I’m going to be doing a lot of female characters x female readers, and then male characters x male readers, but I still have tons of gender neutral fics being written and edited rn!! planning a very wordy one for obey me soon >:)) enjoy!
•the most likely way for you guys to meet is by Yumeko
•I can’t really see her being able to swoon over anyone who bested her or lost to her, so you’re probably a member of the Yumeko gang! :D
•Mary is very confident and takes a lot of charge in her relationships
•she isn’t very romantic tho, she’s more casual and just enjoys your company. She doesn’t like being super open about how she feels, but she really does love you.
•it’s just difficult for her to express it in the traditional sense :((
•but!! She does express it her own special ways
•her confidence and pride? now shared with you!
•she’s your number one hypeman when gambling, loves watching you destroy your opponents
•she orders around housepets to be footrests for you. Only the best backs, they can’t be too bony.
•if you’re not the best at gambling, she’s willing to teach you, but she’s not exactly the best at mentoring someone
•she expects u to learn the material and learn it fast
•but she will throw hands with whoever beats you in battle, she doesn’t mind consequences
•okay yes she does, she’ll throw multiple snarky remarks.
•one time someone tried lifting your skirt and she dove in really quick with a few very not safe for school words :))
•if you’re not from a wealthy family, she’s extremely protective of you as she knows exactly what it’s like to be considered prey
•she never wants you to face the humiliation she did
•if you’re from a wealthy family, she really won’t care but she’ll make some teasing remarks about your wealth. it’s just in her nature, nothing too serious.
•hmmm I feel like as a girlfriend she’ll honestly be kinda toxic at first as she tends to brush off other people’s feelings
•in all honesty, if you’re more of an emotional person you really would have to be close to Mary to date her, as she’s just too nonchalant about other people’s feelings
•her difficulty expressing how she feels is also trouble in relationships :))
•u rlly do have to be patient with her.
•however that’s sad and lame let’s get onto some happier stuff!!
•cuddling with her is rare
•she just isn’t touchy feely, it’s not her style, but she likes being little spoon.
•pls accompany her to gamble it’s a fun sight to see her get all sadistic and cruel
•even better when you join in!!
•only if u want to, she’d never actually pressure u to gamble unlike Yumeko
•she understands that not a lot of people enjoy the risk factor. Some are doing it to survive, she gets that.
•but if you genuinely enjoy gambling u two are a power couple
•honestly i could imagine her being a girlfriend who loves showing off her partner
•she won’t do it in front of you, but Yumeko will always gush about how much she talks about you
•she loves doing your hair
•she did matching pigtails with you once, it was so cute!!
•honestly I can see her as being very possessive and jealous
•but she also doesn’t wanna say anything because she doesn’t control you, you’re her equal
•when she’s upset it’s better if you take charge and talk to her about it
•she loves positive affirmations that she’s a good girlfriend because she feels like she rlly isn’t
•gets you flowers every now and then
•writes u letters that aren’t romantic at all, probably saying stuff like “ur cute I like you,” or “ur dumb. come kiss me in the library.”
•she rlly doesn’t like PDA pls don’t no PDA
•it’s not that your affection isn’t welcome, she just rather have her reputation upheld than kisses
•ofc if u went to the school you’d understand,,
•honestly, she’ll hold you like a trophy at most.
•showing you off during gambling.
•”this is my girlfriend, see? and she may be an idiot, but this idiot outsmarted you!”
•she’s not the kindest tbh she prefers showing her affection through gifts
•gets all flustered when you get her gifts
•don’t get her anything extravagant she’ll cry
•often the ordeal between you is trading sticky notes or personalized poker cards with little writings on them
•will shame u if u don’t have good music taste
•doesn’t like seeing you cry tho so she’ll never insult u that seriously
•honestly her insults are childish, you fight the urge to laugh everytime she tries to insult your pride
•if Yumeko gets touchy with you she’ll get very upset and kinda annoyed
•admittedly Yumeko knocks her confidence down to a 7/10 when it used to be a 1000/10.
•it’s kinda like seeing your girlfriend run away with the idea person
•”oh she can gamble,,she’s rich,,,she’s prettier than me, she’s nicer, god...”
•rambles and mutters to herself when she’s frustrated which is a tell tale sign of jealousy
•to comfort her u rlly just have to reassure her u only have eyes for her, and she’s the only girl for you.
•she is, she’s a sweetheart :)
•dates aren’t often. They usually are gambling sessions or getting coffee
•she never really goes all out with dates, as long as you’re with her, it’s a date.
•ok this part is very female-reader heavy so pls stop reading if that makes you uncomfy!!
•ok so this school is bat shit crazy and there’s gonna be a couple folks with very mean ideals
•for example, a few dudes pulled your hair and called you mean names and Mary wasn’t there
•you were walking with Ryota and just trying to enjoy a normal day when they grabbed you and started yelling rlly mean insults
•ryota is HECCING useless so he just watched and tried yelling
•of course his pleas for them to stop were drowned out by many homophobic statements calling u very mean things and shaming u for dating a girl but it’s the thought that counts
•Mary came in with Ririka, looking like she was about to burn the school down
•Ririka was wearing her mask as well so it rlly sold the effect
•started yelling sharp insults and degrading the guys as much as possible
•”you want to talk to my girlfriend like that? huh? talking to her with that house pet tag? Who do you think you are?!”
•ryota had to hold her back while Ririka silently handed you a handkerchief
•Mary was very upset for the rest of the day, not at you, but just evidently ticked off
•”hey Mary?” She kinda just blinked at you and sighed, still very moody.
•”what?”
•”I love you.”
•took her a second to process that
•nearly had a stroke
•her brain cell was bouncing around her head as she looked at you, her expression softening.
•holy shit you were adorable
•”I love you more.”
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Stray Kids album review no one asked for, but I still did because yes.
Every song has 3 "reviews": before looking up lyrics, after looking up lyrics and final.
1 – Cheese
BEFORE: Ohh the guitar riff. I am WEAK for guitar in this one. Probably a song I’d play waiting for the traffic light to go green. It has nice, somehow fun beat. But, we definitely could have survived without them naming types of cheese.
AFTER: Heh. A real fuck you in not romantic way.
FINAL: I appreciate the entire idea behind the song. Tho, we still could’ve survived without types of cheese.
2 – Thunderous
BEFORE: Idk why, but beginning reminds me of Rhythm Ta. Yes Changbineeeeeeey take it away.
Did I hear it right? "I’m not sorry, I’m dirty." Babes, are we okay?
Ah yes, Aussie line being more Aussie with each passing day. OMG THAT LAUGH AT 2:03 YES.
Oh I def heard it right, I’m not sorry I’m dirty. Cool, cool, ok. The rapapapam bought me, seriously.
It has very Kingdom!Ateez sound to it which isn’t a bad thing at all, I’m a sucker for Kingdom!Ateez. But… I don’t know, I miss either more intense build-up or beat drop. That would, like, totally kill me and pay for my burial.
AFTER: Oh. Changbin’s part is really, really good. Okay, okay, seriously props to whoever wrote the lyrics. But we really could’ve survived without I’m not sorry, I’m dirty.
Kkundeuri wasseoyo and Gyerani wasseoyo need to have a collab if you know what I mean hehe 😉
FINAL: I feel like my precious I.N had so much fun in this one, so I give bonus points. The song is good, the lyrics are bomb, but the sound lacks intensity. I wish they went with a bit harsher tone, the song would be absolute bomb slap then. All in all, I like it.
3 – Domino
BEFORE: GOING IN STRONG YES. Yeah, goodbye brain, I’ll be going around singing Domino, domino, DOMINO. Yo, that stop and then intense rap at approximately 1:15 is very nice touch.
Don’t kill me, but in my very humble opinion, Chan’s parts feel a bit out of place in the song.
Oh… I don’t like the pace change starting at 2:40…
AFTER: Ah, yet another fuck you, I’ll succeed no matter what you say song.
FINAL: Kinda have a feeling it might grow on me after a few days, but right now… Hm. I don’t know. Maybe one of those songs which need to marinate and which might slap after I come back to them randomly.
4 – Ssick
BEFORE: Oh, the beginning gives me Ikon vibes, yes please. Okay, okay, this drop at 0:50 is really good, I like it very much.
This song has nice transitions and per se, variety, that maybe previous songs lack. For now, my favourite song. It is repetitive, just like the previous ones, and that’s not a bad thing, but I think this one has the best mix of repetitive and filled with variety in beat.
AFTER: 3rd fuck you haters song? I mean sure, fuck haters, but isn’t dedicating 3 songs to them giving them a bit too much attention? This one isn’t just about fuck you tho, it’s also about being there for your friends and I like that aspect. It’s like fuck you to haters and i wuw you to friends and supporters.
Also very, very, very important and positive part of the lyrics is “Oh yeah, I know that I don’t have anything special. But, yeah, do you know that I myself am special?” This, boys, girls, rocks and flowers, this is very valuable lesson. You don’t have to own something special because you are special by just being. Don’t belittle yourself. Even skz is telling you that.
FINAL: From all the fuck you songs this is probably my favorite.
5 – The View
BEFORE: Awww very summery song, very sweet since the beginning. OH SHIT I AM CRYING WTF?
Fuck, this reminds me of a feeling, if you get me, but I don’t know which one? I like it. I LIKE IT SO MUCH. YES. BRING IT ON. BRING ON THE TEARS YES. (i am probably the only person being excited to cry but that says a lot about me sush please).
This is one of the songs I’d LOVE to randomly hear on the radio. Just driving to the beach, vibing you know.
And getting attacked by sudden rap and beat change because why tf not, you know?
AFTER: “Clouds like a submarine swim” I told you, summer vibes.
Ah, fuck. Here, it’s this why I cried. I sensed something in the way they delivered this part of the song and it was this: “The road in front of me seemed dark ‘cause i never ever let it go. Now I feel comfortable, I like it, this feeling and I’ll never ever let it go.” Not to be someone who’ll be like Aha! This is the meaning behind this! but to me this reminds me a lot of feeling stuck with bad self-image, both mentally and physically, and because I said this is like a summer song, my brain immediately goes to all those summers I hated my body and this one being the first summer ever that I didn’t actively hate myself. This part of lyrics is for me like finally breaking out of the shell or maybe a better expression, shedding old skin and just leaving it behind, going forward with new, more positive mentality and a sense of liberation.
“I like the view right now” is like 1) i literally like the view (sunset on beach type of vibe), 2) i like looking at you/myself and realising you’re feeling comfortable around me/yourself/myself, and/or 3) i like this new view on life I have.
Look, I could literally quote entire song and give in depth analysis of on what level they resonate with me, but I won’t do that. I’ll just say these are one of the best lyrics I’ve ever read and they’re so well combined with music ughhh. And the fact this song came at the right time in my life *insert chef’s kiss*
FINAL: I love it. It was really good before I read lyrics and after it’s like three times better. One of my faves on the album.
6 – Sorry, I love you
BEFORE: Nothing special for except for the slight angsty tones I hear. I like it, but nothing crazy. I’d like it to pop up on my playlist occasionally. I think it would be an absolute BOP for me if it was leaning more to the rock genre. Like, a bit slowed down with accent just on guitar and their voices. But, that’s just me always being a sucker for rock ballads. For some reason to me, best ballads and most songs which evoke strong emotion from me are the ones which accentuate the words, the voice and one instrument.
AFTER: Very convinced this song is written by the one who is watching Nevertheless (is it Seungmin? or someone else?). My roommate strongly disagrees with that, but look, I don’t make rules, I think, I say.
FINAL: I hate to admit it but it’s catchy. I’d love live band version of this ngl.
7 – Silent Cry
BEFORE: Interesting intro huh. But something doesn’t sit with me right with the rest of the song. I don’t know what. I really don’t.
AFTER: Yeah sure, hit me with depresso lyrics right in the beginning.
FUCK. The lyrics are really killing me.
FINAL: I just can’t suffer through music. Lyrics are amazing, but idk, music is so not my style and somehow don’t suit the lyrics.
8 – Secret Secret
BEFORE: WAIT WHY DO I HAVE EMOTIONS ALREADY IT’S ONLY BEEN LIKE 10 SECONDS INTO THE SONG. Fuck. I’m on the verge of tears. Imagine listening to this and then Ex I would straight up have emotional breakdown. Yeah, yeah, I’m crying. Leave me alone. The softness, the preciousness, the cuteness, ugh I am broken™.
AFTER: Yeah, fuck. I’m crying again.The lyrics are killing me.
FINAL: This song makes me very emotional, I am a literal mess right now. Kill me, resurrect me, kill me again.
9 – Star Lost
Not my type of song. Like, nothing’s wrong, it’s just so not my type.
10 – Red Lights
BEFORE: Well, the beat drop for sure slaps. The song reminds me of something, it’s either a movie or a song, but I can’t remember. And that’s not a bad thing, I just hate the fact I can’t remember what it reminds me of.
AFTER: “I’m staying up all night again.” I see what you did there, tsch.
“Now tell me you hate me I can’t stand you any longer. But I know, you and me, there’s nothing I can do.” this is very good. I like this.
FINAL: This song could be about so many things. Lust, control problems, feeling of losing yourself, not knowing what your stage personality is and what is real you, anxiety, insomnia, depression… The thing they really managed to do is achieving a level of intensity. I like the song more after I read the lyrics, but I have to say I thought it would be much, much more intense and in your face. I’ll let it crawl in my mind and heart. Slowly. Hehe.
11 – Surfin’
BEFORE: I’m not a fan of summer. Or summer songs. But this is good. Wtf. Something’s going on with me lol. I have nothing much to say, I like the song, that’s it hahah.
AFTER: Felix talking about working 24/7 isn’t something I thought I’d hear in such a summery song.
“My head is overheated just like my laptop.” yo Changbin, mood.
FINAL: I hate summer songs, but this one slaps. This is the only summer song I’ll ever love and accept. Absolute bop.
12 – Gone Away
BEFORE: Oh the beginning surely is something. Oh no, no, no, no, no, I’ll cry again. Oh no. I’m dead. Fuck. I’m crying without lyrics, what’s going to happen after I listen with lyrics? Fuck man.
OH SHIT WHAT WAS THIS AT 3:00? THEY’RE PULLING OFF SOME MAYFLY SINGING UNIT THING I AM LITERALLY DEAD HERE. My. Jesus.
AFTER: Yeah, I’m crying a river. Pass me handkerchiefs.
FINAL: Seungmin, stop watching Nevertheless.(Don’t. I need more heartbreak songs ty.)
13 – Wolfgang
- The song I lowkey hated on Kingdom, but it crawled in my mind and heart later. Hyunjin just added some spice heh.
14 – 애
- Not gonna comment much, this could be the worst song ever and I’d still adore it because of what the song means. And who it brought back 😊
#stray kids#noeasy#cheese#thunderous#domino#ssick#the view#sorry i love you#silent cry#secret secret#star lost#red lights#surfin'#gone away#wolfgang#애
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Ina x MC: That Day
Ina x MC: That Day
Loosely based on chapter 6 of QB. Read the other parts of the series here: The Dance, A Small Detour, One Chance.
Summary: Ina and Luna discuss their past.
Warnings: Sadness, I guess. Warning for coming out stories?
Tag: @samanthadalton @domakir @kulaykape @hellyeah90sbaby @dopeyouth @kwaj05 @thedaft1 @swimmingshoebakerydreamer (Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed)
Author’s Notes: Sorry, I’ve been real busy, but here’s another installment of my series.
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Luna strolled into Ina’s office at a quarter past seven. It’d been a long day for both of them. Ina had a full day of lectures and quizzes while Luna had midterms approaching.
“Professor,” Luna said, putting down her bags.
“Good evening, Luna. How are you?”
The two made small talk while Ina pulled the stack of quizzes she needed graded. But as well as Ina could hide her emotions, Luna felt there was something off about Ina.
“Here’s the answer key,” Ina began. “It’s all multiple choice so it shouldn’t take too long.”
Ina handed Luna a red pen. But Luna wasn’t paying attention to Ina. Instead, she scoured through the stack of papers, pulling one out and comparing the answers.
“Whose is that?” Ina peered over Luna’s shoulder. “Oh, that’s right. You took this quiz today.”
Luna hummed in reply. “Aww man. I got one wrong.”
This time, it was Ina’s turn to tease Luna. “Nerd,” she scoffed.
“Shut up.”
The two worked in silence, except for Ina going ham on her keyboard. That research paper wasn’t going to write itself.
“Why are you typing so vigorously?” Luna commented absent-mindedly.
“Hmm...I don’t know, maybe because this paper’s due at midnight,” Ina said quite uncharacteristically. Ina, the polite and beloved anthropology professor, was not one to be so brash.
Rude! For no reason! Luna thought. While Luna was pondering the true reason for Ina’s disrespect, Ina stood up and began pacing back and forth. Finally, she stopped, slumping onto the couch that sat at the corner of the room.
“Ina?” Luna questioned, getting off of her chair. Like usual, her initial intuition was spot-on, something was, in fact, off.
Ina laid on the couch, her head resting on the couch’s arm. When Luna finally approached it, she took a look at Ina. Her face was slightly glossy, tear-stained.
“Scoot over,” Luna said firmly.
Ina huffed a little, but she moved further into the couch. Luna faced Ina, acting as a handkerchief, wiping away Ina’s tears.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Luna finally broke the silence.
“No.”
“Okay. We can just lie here together. It’s okay.” Luna wrapped her arms around Ina. Ina subsequently buried her face in her shoulder, her tears falling slowly, wetting Luna’s shirt.
The two stayed like this for a few more moments, until Ina sat up, wiping the lasts of her tears. “I apologize, Luna. I owe you an explanation.”
“You don’t need to-”
“Please, I want to. I feel like you should know.”
“Only if you’re sure.”
“I am.” Ina had gained her confidence back. “I know we haven’t known each other for long, but I trust you. Maybe it’s naive or too early, but well...I feel like I could tell you anything, and you wouldn’t judge me. So here goes.”
And boy, did Ina open up. It was unlike anything Luna had ever witnessed from the mysterious professor. But she wasn’t complaining. This was arguably what she loved most about Ina.
“It was my freshman year of high school and I was sitting in my US history class. I was such a little nerd,” Ina recalled fondly. “Anyway, this girl walked into my class and god, I was smitten. What she made me feel...I’d never felt before. I mean, I hadn’t been with any guy, but this was different. Sure I’d thought some guys were attractive, but every time I looked at her, I got butterflies.”
“Aww! I’m imagining a little nerdy Ina staring at a pretty high schooler now.”
“Mhm. Well, we got assigned each other for a project. And we hit it off. She was brilliant, passionate, caring...I really liked her, but I thought it was just as friends. One afternoon, we went to the library together to prepare for the presentation of the project. She asked me if I liked girls, and I hadn’t really considered it. Some sort of internalized homophobia, I guess. I went home that day just deep in thought. But God, she made me feel so alive. It was something I’d never experienced before. And then I just started thinking of kissing her and I never wanted to stop. I think I knew then and there that I liked women.”
“Well? What happened after?” Luna asked, invested in Ina’s anecdote.
“A few days later, some teacher was berating her for not knowing an answer to something rather trivial and I found myself defending her. I guess my protective side came out.”
“Not the only thing that came out then...” Luna smirked.
Ina scoffed but had a huge grin on her face. But just as quickly as it appeared, her smile faded.
“When we left school that day, she uh thanked me with a kiss. And that’s how I knew for sure that I liked her. A lot. I asked her out a few weeks later and we were together for a little over a year. At the time, she meant the world to me. We’d do everything together and she was my first for a lot of things, my first kiss, my first love...”
“A year? That is...surprisingly long for a relationship at that time. Why’d it end?”
“Her parents were incredibly supportive. They knew about us since the beginning of the relationship. Mine...did not know. I had told Lilian, and she listened and supported me a lot. We were always pretty close. Well, after a year together, Emma asked to meet my conservative parents. I was both giddy and nervous, but I thought I was ready. I truly thought love was unconditional. Maybe I was naive to think acceptance was guaranteed. And well, I told my parents that I had someone special for them to meet. In retrospect, I should’ve told them more details. Maybe they were expecting a dashing young man that could escort me to Prom in the following year or whatnot. And well, Emma came over for dinner and I told my parents about us. They...were shocked. Their perfect little nerdy daughter was gay. They didn’t handle themselves well that night. They said some unforgivable things to Emma. We tried to work through it, but we were young and broke up a few weeks after that.”
“Ina, I’m so sorry.”
“I...it’s okay. It’s been a while now. They didn’t throw me out of the house, but they didn’t talk about my sexuality at all. Emma was always my ‘friend.’ No one in the extended family knew. It was like they were ashamed of me. Lilian was the wild child and I was the apple of my parents’ eyes, but they never looked at me the same after that dinner. It was a tough time. Lilian and my friends at school supported me. If it weren’t for them...I don’t know where I’d be now.”
Luna caressed Ina’s check, wiping away the flowing tears.
“I just existed in their house for a while. I had a brief period of dating guys who were’t too good for me, probably out of my parents lack of support. Trying to be straight. But there was never any feelings between the two of us. They just...weren’t Emma. The last guy I dated was sweet, but I felt nothing for him romantically. And then Lilian was pregnant. And that was the last straw for my parents. They kicked out Lilian and I left with her. After all those years of her supporting me, I needed to support her. They said some inexcusable things to her and I’m glad we left. But it was incredibly difficult. Lilian and I struggled a lot. We had to work odd jobs just to pay rent whilst still going to school. Today’s the anniversary of them kicking us out. Today I have to be strong for Lilian’s sake, but I lost my parents that day too. I guess it all just hit me now.”
“You don’t need to apologize. Come here.”
Luna wrapped Ina in her arms once more. Then, she held Ina’s face, staring intensely into her eyes.
“You are the strongest woman I know. Strongest person I know. But it’s okay to not be strong too. You don’t need to pretend to be strong 24/7. Strength and weakness...that’s what makes us human.”
Ina smiled at Luna, tears falling freely. For a moment, they just stared at each other. Ina then leaned in, closing the gap between them. She captured Luna’s lips slowly, but as the kiss prolonged, the passion increased. When they finally pulled away, both women were out of breath.
Ina cleared her throat, standing up and beckoning Luna to get on her feet.
“Dance with me.”
Luna took a second to play a song on her phone, but she then gratefully accepted, leaning into Ina’s arms as they moved slowly.
Tu cabeza en mi hombro
Quiero yo tener siempre
Acaríciame, cielo
Si me quieres tú
Ina smiled again at Luna, a hand rising from Luna’s waist to cup her cheek.
“I hope your coming out story is better than mine,” she jested.
“Well, yeah I guess. When my family moved to the States from Venezuela, my mom always emphasized the importance of getting a good education, being prudent, all of that. I was very involved in high school, and I was a part of a lot of science extracurriculars. My freshman year of high school, my mom forced me to join mock trial to improve my public speaking. I thought it was useless since I knew I wanted to do neuroscience. She drove me to every practice, every conference...I fell in love with it. The more I did research for trials, the more passionate I became about public policy, law, and civil rights. And of course, gay rights. I guess that’s how I knew. Mind you, I was one of those kids who cuffed their jeans and got called out for not sitting in chairs properly.”
“It makes so much sense now. And you are...extremely well-spoken. Anyway, how’d you tell your parents?”
“We were at a mock trial competition. I had just used Obergefell v. Hodges as legal precedent to win the trial. My parents picked me up and I told them all about the case. My dad kinda stopped me mid-sentence and asked me if I had anything to tell them.”
“And?”
“I told them, but they said they already knew. They didn’t care who I’d be with, as long as they’re someone decent, kind, protective...the whole nine yards. The only problem is that they’re just very nosy about my love life. If I texted someone and smiled they’d look to see who it is. They also acted as if each person I’d bring home to meet them was the love of my life.”
Unreasonable jealousy flashed through Ina’s eyes, but her voice remained steady. “Did you bring a lot of people home to meet your parents?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Luna smiled smugly.
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Kim Taehyung/Reader [F]
Genre: royal au, magic au, hopelessly romantic, fluff, dashes of angst, taehyung is a brat but in a fun way, y/n is babie, could kinda be considered love at first sight?
Warning(s): toxic royality (the king), brief mentions of isolation/selling of servants, one mean lady who whacks y/n with a dowel rod
Words: 8.2k
Series | One-shot | Two-Shot | Drabble | [Rated: T ]
Summary: You were born with magic. Born by two perfectly normal human parents, you were born in a bright light that others considered cursed. With your father walking out and your mother abandoning you, you were sold to the royal palace in the Lisha Kingdom who had heard of your magic. You were handed over to them not as a person, but as a prisoner. At the age of 5, the king placed you in magic binding items and placed a mask over your mouth, keeping your cursed words of sorcery locked away.
Now, his eldest son who had been living abroad from far off kingdoms to the seven seas- learning and experiencing the world as he knew it- returns to the palace to take his place as the crowned prince and Lisha’s future king. What he can’t seem to wrap his head around, however; is the beautiful servant girl who is always wearing a mask and no matter how much he talks to her, she never talks back.
a/n: so, this is something I started late last year and while at the time, i was super excited to start it, as time passed I let it sit and then when I came back to it, I had no idea what on earth to do with it. So, instead of pressuring myself into something I wouldn’t be happy with, I dusted up the draft I had and I am posting this as an open? unfinished? piece. I have no future intentions of continuing it, even if the ending is so open with room for questions, I simply don’t have the answers. I’m trying to be more fair to myself when it comes to my work and not pressuring myself into writing a story I won’t be happy with. That goes along with not stressing out either. Nonetheless! I hope that what I did get completed was worth the read! ily <3
“I sure hope you are not planning on sneaking off; now are you, Your Highness?” The prince froze mid-step as he was previously attempting to leave his carriage entourage, but got caught by the temporary attendant to make sure he got back to the palace in the process. “We only just entered the capital, what could you possibly be going off to do?”
The platinum-haired prince turned around with an over-dramatic swing and pitiful stomp of his feet on the carriage step. Built with soft yet sturdy muscles from his days traveling and sailing at sea, his tanned skin was the perfect shade to swoon anyone who looked at him. Eyes big and blue in color- a rare trait to have such bright hair and eyes in the royal family.
“I haven’t been home in years!” The prince countered with a pitched fit. “I want to explore before I go to the castle. What’s so wrong with that?”
His attendant only shook his head. “I see your time abroad spoiled you rotten.” The prince inwardly scowled. It did not. “You need to head to the palace and greet your father- the king- immediately. He is no patient man.”
The prince rolled his eyes. He highly doubted his father had changed. Even when he was a small child and still lived with his father in the palace walls, he could remember his strict and blunt father. The stereotype of royalty was upheld to a new level when the focus was put on Lisha’s king. The prince stepped back into the carriage interior before plopping himself across the plush bench. Arms folded behind his head and one of his boot-clad feet kicked up across from him on the opposite bench as he huffed.
“Prince Taehyung! Your attitude is rather uncalled for.”
“Why stand around bickering about it? I thought we had to go see the king immediately?” Taehyung mocked as his leg that hung off the bench bounced against the velvet in some unpatterned rhythm that played the tune of annoyance. The attendant kept his itching argument to himself remembering it wasn't just some bratty kid he was talking to, but the crown prince of Lisha.
He just bowed his head before shutting the carriage door. Soon, Taehyung jostled across his bench when the carriage took off moving forward. The sound of clopping hooves paired with the sound of wheel crunched dirt and stone.
An impatiently sat hour later and Taehyung had been taken into the palace ground, met with his father- as pleasant as that was- for the smallest amount of time used for a visit. Taehyung questioned if it was truly necessary in the first place and then was promptly sent off. Not having nowhere specifically to go to other than his quarters later, he just wandered.
Walking around with dark trousers and a shirt so white and worn it was nearly sheer and obviously two sizes too big as it’s thin fabric puffed as it stayed tucked into his bottoms. The summer was much harsher inland than it was out in the open seas and he can say he had quite the distaste for warm weather.
As he wandered and familiarized himself with his home again, he heard gossip from this way and that. Some about royal unfairness- a fair complaint if Taehyung was honest. Other about pains that began to come with their growing age. And a lot about ‘her’- she never being named. From what he could gather form just passing words of his eavesdropping, someone was employed as a castle servant and not well-liked by her peers. Intrigued, Taehyung finally had a goal in all his aimless walking.
Put his charisma and people skills to work and find the ‘not-very-well-liked’ servant girl.
It was noon by the time Taehyung felt like giving up already. He had spent hours walking around in circles and even talking to a few staff circles but turned up empty-handed to figure out just who this unliked girl was. He stood on the second story of the west wing’s balcony as the summer air was as stagnant as a puddle of warm water. Feeling his sweat roll down his back, he let out a small yelp when something touched the back of his neck.
Jumping back and away to his right, he held his neck and looked to see what touched him. Expecting to see some sort of critter on the ground, he instinctively looked down. Instead of a rodent or bug, he saw a pair of feet. Looking up, he was soon making eye contact with a pair of large- rather pretty- eyes.
His eye shot back down to your feet. Wearing no shoes, but two anklets around each ankle, you were already an odd one to Taehyung. Looking you over, you looked normal, yet not. Dressed in a skirt and corset with a long-sleeved worn maids shirt, it looked like palace work clothing. You wore no gloves as others did and wore a set of two bracelets around your wrists that matched the ones on your ankles. Hair pulled back off your neck completely to try and outwit the heat, Taehyung looked at the mask covering the lower half of your face.
Looking down at your hands, he saw you held a small handkerchief.
“So that’s what touched me!” He exclaimed, letting out a breath of air- relieved it wasn’t a critter after all. Even with all his time out in the open, he still got freaked out at the initial idea of anything creepy-crawly running around on his body. “Sorry for the noise, I hope I didn’t scare you?” He asked, apologizing for how he scampered away from you so suddenly.
You just smiled as your eyes pushed up and shook your head. Taehyung tilted his head a fraction.
“You’re… not a talker are you?” You shook your head again. “What is it? Shy or something?” You shook your head again before you pulled something from a small pouch that was strapped to your side. A small little notepad and a worn, wooden pencil. Scribbling on it with speed to impress the best writer, you were soon holding your notebook in front of Taehyung’s face.
‘I’m not allowed to talk.’
“Not… allowed? Who made that rule up, that’s just ridiculous.” He breathed out.
‘It’s true!’ You wrote as you pointed at it for emphasis as he could see your cheek puff from under your mask.
“But, you can talk, can’t you? Just not allowed to?” You nodded. Taehyung watched as you started scribbling again.
‘I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you visiting the capital?’
“Oh, no- nothing like that.” Taehyung rubbed his neck. “You see, I’m actually-”
“Y/n!” You jumped as you whirled around and saw an older servant at the corner of the balcony- not too far from you and Taehyung. She stomped her way around the corner and to your side, lightly swatting your bare leg with a thin, wooden dowel. “I’m certain you haven’t finished your tasks! You cannot delay, the king expects results and you- cursed child- are hindering them!” You bowed in silent fret before straightening your back.
You turned to Taehyung as quickly as possible, placed your handkerchief in his open hand and pointed to his neck. You fanned yourself as if telling him ‘it’s hot, take care of yourself’ before you rushed off with another thwack of wood to your calf.
Taehyung didn’t even have the chance to get your name- although he heard the servant woman say it. He couldn’t tell you his name, or who he was and here he stood. On the second floor balcony with your white and pink embroidered handkerchief. He wasn’t even able to scold the servant for whacking you with a dowel before she scampered off behind you. It must’ve stung on your skin.
Taehyung was a young man, but as he remembered you writing on your book and how your eyes looked, he chuckled like a child in puppy love. He looked at the handkerchief and folded it neatly before tucking it into the pocket of his trousers. As long as he had that one piece of cloth, he would see you again anyways. He had to return it, he was a gentleman after all.
Xxx
The next morning, Taehyung snuck out of his room before any palace official came to usher him off to his royal princely duties. Walking around in a pair of loose silk trousers and a black button-down of the same fine silk fabric, he padded around in the gardens. The fresh air reminded him of his time outside the palace, he already missed the memories of days prior.
His steps halted when he saw someone crouched by a line of rose beaded shrubs. A pair of shears in their hand as they snipped roses from the bush and placed them into the basket at their side. He smiled when he saw their bare skin and anklets. He walked up behind you before speaking.
“What are you doing out here?” You jumped, shears falling out of your grip and stumbling back onto your rear-end. Looking up and behind your shoulder, you saw Taehyung biting back laughter. Instead of rolling your eyes, he could see them bend into crescents and your cheeks push up under your mask. Lifting the small notepad and pencil at your side up into your lap, you begin scribbling.
Taehyung moved to your side and squatted down at your left. You were soon showing him the notepad.
‘Good morning.’
Taehyung waved cutely at you. “Good morning back. Now, about the shrub?” He pointed to the flowers before you started writing again.
‘I heard the prince came into the castle after a really long time yesterday. I was going to place a basket of flowers as a welcome home for him outside his room. Anonymously of course.’
“Oh? So, you don’t know who the prince is?” You shook your head. “Well!” He perked up. “I’ve heard he’s pretty handsome. Better watch out, cute girls like you could totally be his type.” You just shook your head, denying his little outburst as he just giggled at you. Taehyung hopped closer and picked up your sheers. “So, how do you know which ones to cut?”
You pointed to a bloomed, vibrant rose. You motioned with your hand to find bright, big petaled stems. Following your pointed finger to each bloom he should cut, he snipped roses and placed them into the basket you didn’t yet know was actually for him.
When you finished, you took your shears and the basket and stood. Taehyung offered to walk you back to your room before your royal servant duties began. You allowed him to and you both were on your way. Taehyung did most- all- of the talking. You tried expressing conversation with your hand waves and gestures. Taehyung had a bit too much fun trying to decipher them like a game of charades.
“Hey,” he called when the two of you just walked in silence. “Why can’t you talk?” You looked down and pulled your notepad out.
‘The king hates my voice.’
“Why? You're always barefoot and always wear a mask? Are you sick?”
‘No.’ You started to write, but scribbled something out and wrote something else instead. ‘I don’t think I can tell you.’
“Is it a secret?”
‘Well, no. But, sometimes it’s hard to admit.’
Taehyung nodded and placed his hand on your head. “Sorry I asked. I didn’t mean to upset you.” You only shook your head. “I look forward to seeing your flowers after you’ve arranged them.” You rose your brow before you pointed at your room door, arriving at your room finally.
He let you in and practically danced back to his room. He stopped in his tracks and pressed his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose realizing he once again neglected to tell you his name.
“Next time!” He shouted to no one, promising himself that next time he wouldn’t forget as he marched back to his room.
Xxx
You entered your room that you shared with another servant girl. She often got along with you and didn’t alienate you as others did. Walking in, she was already dressed and awake. She was quick to ask you where you’ve been as you’re not normally allowed to go anywhere without permission or supervision. Royal orders.
You showed her the basket to her before shoving your note in your face.
‘Do you know some guy with light hair who is allowed to walk around the castle in pajamas?’
“What? Some nut-job in his pajamas?” You nodded, lightly flapping your notepad at her for calling him a nut-job. “You’re making it up in a fit of loneliness. Oh god,” you huffed, throwing your notepad down before moving to sit and place flower after flower from your basket to a glass, aqua vase. “The silent treatment, huh?” She teased. She soon left to start her morning.
You waited. Unable to do anything until the sun began to finally rise. The king refused to let you wander the castle unless it was daytime. You had planned to finish the flowers and hoped your supervisor would allow you to deliver them to the prince’s door before your work started. You sighed, doubting it would happen. You soon dressed in your work clothes, took the small vase and left- deciding to take a trip to the prince’s quarters first then meet your supervisor.
Trotting down the hall, you rushed to place the flowers and then run back to your room to wait for your supervisor, hoping not to be caught. Though, luck didn’t seem to be favorable with you in the grand scheme of things.
“Y/n!” The voice of the old woman that is your superior echoed behind you. You immediately stopped in your tracks, slowly turning around to meet her angry stomps approaching you with a glare that pinned you down. You unconsciously held the vase closer to your chest. “What in the world are you doing? Heading down the royal halls of our royal family. On top of it all, unauthorized!” You shrunk under her scolding.
“What’s going on here?” A voice calmly addressed behind you. Looking back, it was Taehyung behind you. He had changed his clothes since earlier. Black pants with a white long-sleeved shirt and black vest. Hair now parted and brushed. His fingers decorated in rings and ears pierced with small hoops. Black boots covering his feet.
“Ah-” your superior stuttered. “I- your highness!” you whipped your head back to the old woman. “I apologize for the commotion so early! Y/n here was simply disobeying a set of very specific rules and-”
“I am only hearing excuses.” His voice was sharp in contrast to the warm way he spoke to you earlier on. He grabbed your elbow lightly, getting your attention. He smiled at the red peeking out from under your mask. “You were going to give those flowers to the prince, yes?” You slowly nodded. “Well, can I have them?”
You looked at the flower vase and then back up. You turned around in three clumsy, unsure steps before presenting them to Taehyung. He laughed lowly, graciously removing the vase from your grip into his.
“Thank you, Y/n. I, Taehyung of Lisha, truly appreciate it.” You nodded. He called for your ear as he shot your supervisor a look of ‘stay back and hush’. “Come meet me later, I want to talk more is possible. Okay?” He whispered as you nodded again before you were pulled off to finally start work.
Taehyung took the flowers you gave to him inside his room, placing them in the sunlight on the small side table beside his bed. He laughed smittenly as he poked at the flowers' soft petals. At least he was finally able to tell you his name this time.
Xxx
Taehyung had forgotten how suffocating it could be to be inside the palace. It may be grand and large in scale and size, but the constant hovering and directions as to what and what not to do as prince kept him clicking his tongue. He’d find himself muttering prayers of patience to get through just the formalities. He may have been gone for years, but he didn’t forget how to be princely.
He crossed paths with his father a few times in the halls, only stopping to lower his head to him in respect as he just kept on going, his attendant in tow. Taehyung hissed at his father’s back each time- not even granted a nod in return. He wasn’t sure why, but since knowing that his father hated your voice, he grew ten times more annoyed towards him.
In fact, you occupied many of his thoughts of the day. He just met you, yet he seemed undeniably drawn to you for reasons he wasn’t sure of. Was it because you were dressed so differently than the other servants? Or perhaps you had certain guidelines and rules to follow under the king's directions?
He was currently sitting in the private library with his temporary attendant as they droned on about something or another. Taehyung- much to his aides jargon- sat slumped forward, elbow on the small round table he sat at and cheek cupped in his palm. Utterly bored, he finally found a chance to speak among a minuscule break in his attendants lecture.
“What is the story behind the serving maid with the mask?” He voiced finally. The question brought his lecturing aide to silence before they cleared their throat.
“Your Highness, you needn’t worry-”
“I’m expecting a proper answer,” Taehyung fought. “Do not run me in circles. I will just simply ask about her again.” His eyes kept staring off to nowhere, focusing on nothing in particular. His jaw snapping shut each time he spoke as his palm pushed into his chin from slouching. He heard his aide sigh.
“As you wish.” Taehyung almost tutted with a snide smirk with his clear victory over the barely started discussion- but he refrained. “She was sold to His Majesty as a child.” Taehyung’s heart dropped to his gut, although his face was as calm and unchanging as before. He has had much practice in keeping a bored expression to hide his true emotions from others. “She was sold on the condition the king suppress her abilities because her parents simply did not want a cursed child.”
Taehyung lifted his head to his aide for the first time that afternoon. “Excuse me? Abilities and curses? Are you pulling my leg after I advised you not to?” In actuality, he knew what his attendant was referring to. Magician’s and sorcery.
An exceedingly rare breed of human. He's met only a few before in the past during his travels abroad, but the way this attendant spoke about you was angering him. Pushing him towards a sour mood. Like mentioning your beyond normal abilities would cause some sort of bad karma.
“No, Highness. That servant girl is under constant surveillance and strict restriction as ordered by His Majesty- your father. Every accessory she wears is a restriction.” Taehyung remembers how you explained that the king hated your voice. His brow dipped. His father hated your voice because you had magic? No, that can’t be it. The king must be frightened of your voice- the voice that should be free to recite spells because it was your birthright.
“And that woman’s mask?” Taehyung asked. “What of that?”
“It is a final resort to keep her silent. She cannot use or speak of magic so long as she wears it. That is the royal order. She is not even able to remove it herself, only royal blood may do so.” Taehyung’s brow ticked back up. Only the Royal bloodline can remove it, huh? He bit back a snide smirk.
“Interesting,” he mumbled. The attendant was pleased to finally drop the topic altogether.
The prince continued to partially listen to his ‘catch up’ lessons on palace do’s and don'ts; however, in the grand scheme of things he was always wondering when or if he’d get the chance to run into you again somewhere. He felt guilty for being the son of the man who is keeping you from reaching your true potential as a sorceress. He was the only son of Lisha’s king and you were his caged animal.
The magic users he had spoken to before in his past had always told him the same thing when he asked how magic felt. It felt like the ocean breeze at dawn and that breeze turned into a cold, harsh storm when the magic was gone. Without magic they felt suffocated. The torment of magic repression was enough to bring some to the brink of insanity. However, he wondered how you felt about it inside. Restricted for so long, were you in pain?
Did you even know what magic felt like? Could you remember from your childhood before it was pushed down into the pit of your stomach and smothered?
The moment he had the opportunity to slip away from his forced shadow, he promptly took it with haste. Ducking out and rushing off, he was able to camp out in an alcove before the coast was clear for him to wander again. He walked with a sense of near urgency as he hoped to run into you as he’s done before. Or perhaps meet his father in the halls, that would suffice as well.
Heading down to the royal halls where the royal families rest in their private rooms, Taehyung quickly slipped into the room that used to belong to his mother and former Queen of Lisha.
Just the air in the room and how she had decorated it with vases and painting in the past brought the weight on Taehyung’s chest off. The room had been untouched just as he had wished- a sort of tomb of remembrance in her honor. She had not lived past 40 before illness and improper- obviously botched- treatment took hold of her. Leaving her son behind, he still missed her every morning when he woke to the sun.
He opened the permanently unlocked wardrobe and wooden trunk in the room. Revealing dresses, corsets, hair pieces, accessories, jewels and nightwear with the occasional pair of trousers- however improper for a lady they were. The trunk had shoes that he could vaguely remember dancing on with his mother leading him when he was smaller.
He trifled around before he pulled a pair of open top, black shoes from the trunk that could easily be worn without crafting the ankle- or anything around it. For himself he grabbed a ruby earring that hung from his lobe as soon as he placed it on himself. It bounced off his jawline with each turn of his head. This was his mother’s favorite color- ruby red. He smiled into the mirror that hung on the wardrobe door and hoped his mother would be proud of the man he grew up to be.
Shutting everything back up, he grabbed the flats and left the room. He rushed around and asked any servant or guard he could find if they knew of your whereabouts. He was in the midst of asking yet another when his attention was grabbed from behind.
“Highness, are you searching for Y/n?” He turned at the mention of your name. Not one servant he had spoken to had addressed you by name but this woman who approached him did without wavering. Young and with kind eyes. “Unfortunately, she’s wrapped up in chores until this evening. Her curfew is at sundown, so she won’t have any time for much extra activity.” She explained to him. “However, if you need to pass a message to her, I’d be happy to deliver. She and I share a room in the servants' wing, so it’d be no trouble in the slightest.”
Taehyung’s eyes lit up. At least you weren’t completely isolated from the rest of the castle. You seemed to have a kind enough roommate- at least at surface level. It was always possible this woman with the kind eyes was lying to look good in front of him- the prince who obviously had no ill will towards you.
“Would you? If I find out you haven’t, I’ll be very upset with you.” He lightly teased, only half meaning it the underlined threat of ‘don’t do what I ask and a royal fit is in your future’. She simply nodded. Taehyung lifted the flats into view “I’m tired of seeing her run around shoe-less because the castle won’t provide her proper shoes that don’t encase the ankle. These should help.”
Something in the woman’s eyes shined. Like someone being kind towards you was something so asinine and rare. She gratefully took the shoes from Taehyung’s grasp as she smiled down at them so purely it almost seemed she would weep. She nodded to herself before she looked back to the prince, glee written on her features.
“May I tell her the prince gifted these? Or shall I be anonymous with it?” Her voice perked, almost seemingly excited to deliver your new ‘royal’ shoes.
Taehyung smiled. “Please do tell her it was me. I’d like the credit for the safety of her feet,” he chided. She nodded and before she could run off to put them in their shared room, Taehyung stopped her. “Oh, what was your name? I never caught it.”
She smiled at the prince. “I am Akina, Highness.” Taehyung nodded to her. He wanted to learn as many names and faces as possible of his servants of the castle. Unlike his father, he wanted to appreciate his staff for their work. She scampered off as Taehyung turned and went back to wandering the halls. That is until he got caught from his out of breath, frantic aide that chewed him out for simply running off.
Taehyung was in for an earful he had a feeling he couldn’t sneak away from.
Xxx
When you entered your shared room with Akina you slumped against your door with a silent huff. Ever sense Taehyung had run into you and lain into your supervisor, she had gotten even harsher on you. Your feet were sore and your legs hurt from all the dowel swats you received if you were to even step wrong walking down the hall. Still, you just took a breath and calmed down, holding your sour disposition about your treatment. At least you weren’t executed- so you could deal with the harshness.
“Madam Hana was too strict today, wasn’t she?” You looked up and saw the small figure of Akina sat in her bed. You nodded before you walked to her, plopping on her bed beside her. You pulled out your notepad and ever shortening pencil as you wrote in the dimly lit room.
‘My legs hurt from all her whacking,’ your paper whined for you.
“Well, maybe I can cheer you up. Or, maybe our charming prince can.” You looked at Akina, your brow shooting up. She hopped off her bed before going to the small shared wardrobe in the room that held both your and her items. She grabbed something from the bottom before whirling around and coming back only to plop something into your lap. Knocking your notepad and pencil away from you. “These are from Prince Taehyung, for you.”
You were speechless- not that you could speak anyways. Sat in your lap was the cleanest, more lovely pair of black flats you had ever seen. Enclosed around the toes and open to the top of your foot with just enough room to hook over your heel and not an inch higher. They’d be so convenient to wear. You ran your finger over their edges before you were reaching for your notepad again and scribbling furiously. You shoved the paper into Akina’s hands.
‘Are you sure they’re for me?’
“He strictly instructed me that I give them to you with the message that he wants you to wear them because he doesn’t want you to hurt your feet anymore,” your roommate explained. You just stared at them star struck. The prince really wanted you to have these shoes? Where did he even get them? Regardless of if it was really him who gifted you these shoes or not, you just nodded in acceptance.
The idea of not padding around barefoot anymore was blissful to just think about. You grew excited to wear them in the morning when another day of grilling work and dowel whacks began. Akina just smiled as she set your notepad aside, watching you kick your feet with your under eyes pushing up in a smile she couldn’t see.
“You are just too darned cute,” the older one insisted. “If I were 10 years older, I’d adopt you in a heartbeat!” She gushed before she sat on the bed beside you and grabbed the shoes. “Let’s try them on!”
Xxx
Taehyung woke up early that next morning, taking to the halls as they were quiet and empty in his silk, royal pjs once again. Peach colored button up shirt that matched the same peach silk trousers that hung off his hips. Slippers of tan on his feet and a robe of gradient corals to fight off the morning chill. He hadn’t bothered in fixing himself to be presentable in the halls, simply because it was far too early to care about physical appearances.
He left his room that morning and made a dash for the gardens. He had hopped to run into you there again, but he wasn’t very hopeful. The only reason he saw you last time was because you were gathering flowers for him- the same flowers he kept in his window sill and watered. But, even if you were not in the gardens, maybe you would be somewhere else?
He stopped mid stride in the hall when he remembered that Akina had told him that you had strict surveillance and curfew. You most definitely wouldn’t be allowed out of your room until fetched. He groaned to himself as he then spun on his heels and backtracked towards the servant’s halls.
Thankfully, he knew where your room was- he did drop you off once after all.
He never realized how many servants were under the king’s employment until he was walking down halls of the servant’s wing. It seemed they were endless before he finally turned down the hall he knew was yours. He nearly jogged when he caught sight of the door he remembered dropping you off at before.
He came to a stop in front of it before he was knocking lightly. He turned and looked out the window behind him- the sun was almost ready to appear for the day. Although it was not yet upon the horizon, the sky had already begun to change colors. His attention fell back to the door when the door handle jostled and then twisted.
The door was cracked open and he was greeted with Akina standing in the open crack. She seemed shocked to see Taehyung in front of her room- of course that was a valid expression. He wasn’t even properly dressed after all. He smiled down to her as he tried to peer inside of the room- but it was too dark to see properly. He looked back to Akina ruffling his messy, blond hair.
“Is Y/n awake yet?” He asked her. Akina twisted her body around and watched as you remained sleeping in your bed. Curled into your blankets and softly snoring. She turned back to her prince.
“She isn’t. Shall I wake her up?” Taehyung shook his head.
“May I come in? I know it’s not proper for a male to enter a female’s room, but could I?” Akina’s face twisted in a few moments of shock before she was stepping back, taking the door with her as it opened further. Apparently, she didn’t mind. Taehyung thanked her as he stepped in, Akina shutting the door behind him.
He stood in the room as he looked around. It was dim, the lantern on the desk in the middle of the room unlit as the morning sky only barely gave the room light. Though it was bright enough to navigate, Akina still rushed to strike a match and light the lantern for better view. She didn’t want the crown prince falling over something and getting hurt in her room.
The small, two bedded room was far different than his own grand room. He felt almost guilty at the difference between staff and royal standards. However, it was something not even he could change- it was part of how the world has been. Perhaps though, one day he could at least improve servants’ quarters.
He shook his head, his thoughts wandering before he turned to Akina. Asking for silent permission to come closer to you. She nodded as he tiptoed to your bedside and knelt beside it. He smiled as you slept.
You slept curled up in blankets, tucked into your chin and curled up like you were cold. Your head had completely slipped off your pillow as you occasionally squirmed. He started poking at your face; your cheeks and nose and tracing your forehead in dumb patterns. He even poked at your mask that he was annoyed you still had to wear even while sleeping. He watched your face pout as he curled his lips to keep himself from laughing.
“Y/n,” he called. He kept prodding at your face until your eyes started to twitch under your eyelids. “Y/n,” he cooed again. As Taehyung tried to wake you, Akina moved to her own bed as she sat down still a bit in shock that the prince was in her room and messing with you. Eventually, your eyes slowly opened, before blinking slowly. He smiled at you as your eyes moved to look at him. “Good morning,” he greeted.
He laughed as your eyes shot open now realizing who was in front of your bed. Tangled in your blankets you shot up and tried to get out of your fabric prison. Sitting up, your torso free of your blanket, but your legs still trapped in it’s folds, you looked past Taehyung to Akina. She was simply smiling at you, shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders before you looked back at the prince.
You looked around to the desk and saw your notepad and pencil sat there, but too far for you to reach. You jumped when Taehyung stood from his knelt position beside you and started to pull at your blanket. You moved as he tugged and before long he was pulling the blanket off you completely.
Taehyung looked at the notepad on the desk before he was grabbing it and placing it in your lap before he was sitting himself down beside you on your mattress. He decided to keep his opinion on your white nightgown to himself- you looked adorable in it. He giggled as you started to scribble down words quickly before shoving it into his lap.
‘What are you doing here, Your Highness?’
“I didn’t get to see you all day, so I came to see you.” He gently set your notepad back in your lap before he was talking again. “I know you're under some strict scheduling, but do you want to go walk with me? I have something I want to talk to you about.” Your eyes widened before you looked down at your lap and lightly kicked your feet against your bed frame. Your being filled with nervousness as Akina was soon standing up.
She moved to the trunk at the end of your bed before she reached into the wardrobe and grabbed a bag to hang your notepad and pencil in. She was now kneeling in front of you, grabbing your feet around your anklets before she was slipping your new, black flats onto your feet.
Taehyung smiled as Akina helped you, glad that she not only gave you the shoes like he asked, but they fit so well on you. She then grabbed your notepad from your lap and placed it into the small bag before helping you to your feet.
“If Madam Hana comes by, I’ll try and stall for you. Go enjoy the morning before work, okay?” She held your hands before she slung the bag over your shoulder to let it rest on your hip. Taehyung was soon standing behind you and patting your back between your shoulder blades. He smiled down at you, something that helped ease your nerves.
Between the both of them, you were soon out in the halls with your nightgown on and Taehyung beside you in his pajamas as Akina shut the door behind you both. You shivered from the cool air in the halls compared to your small, warm room. Taehyung was quick to pull the silk robe from his shoulders and place it over you.
“Wear this,” he urged as you wanted to decline as it was a royal’s robe. He just persisted before he pulled your arms through the sleeves and straightened it to sit on your shoulders. Your shoulder didn’t quite fill it out like his did, but that was alright. You had to admit, it was a lot warmer than nothing at all. “Let’s go talk,” he soothed as he was soon leading you off to somewhere.
Xxx
Taehyung had taken you to a small, secluded part of the royal gardens where you’re not usually allowed. Only royals are allowed beyond a certain point and the select few of servants who care for the garden. Shrubs and bushes of healthy, green color. Rows of flowers lining the cobblestone paths and marble busts of past royal rulers. A small fountain at the center off all the intermingled paths of stone.
He watched you look around and fidget with your fingers. You were currently disobeying a number of rules at the moment. Leaving your room without permission, not being properly supervised, wearing the prince’s robe, entering a restricted garden where servants aren’t allowed. Your mind couldn’t keep up with everything that’s happened in such a short burst of time.
Taehyung pulled you along with him until he sat you down on a stone bench near the fountain before he sat next to you. He sat in silence for a moment as you continued to fidget. He was slouched back, looking up at the color changing sky as the windy blew in small wisps. He hoped his robe was enough to keep your warm.
“I ended up asking my attendant about you, you know?” He started. He could practically feel you stiffen next to him. “I learned a lot about you from him and learned why you do what you do. Though, I have a lot of questions to ask you about it personally.” He felt you moved beside him, taking out your notepad to write on it before you were tapping on his thigh.
‘Are you angry about it? What you learned?’
“No,” he shook his head. “Or maybe I am, but not with you.” He sighed as he brought his chin down to look at the fountain. “I heard that you were sold to my father when you were a child and that the first thing he did was slap you in restraints. That is what I am angry about.”
‘So, you know what my restraints are for?’ Your notepad asked him before he was looking down at your lap. Your fingers were trembling, but something told him it wasn’t because of the morning chill. You were scared. It was clear that you were isolated from your fellow servants because the knowledge of your magic wasn’t exactly a well kept, royal secret.
“Yes, I know you’re a sorceress, Y/n.” You ducked your head, tucking your chin into your chest in shame as you just wished to fade away and disappear with the wind. It wasn’t your fault you were born like this and it wasn’t your fault that everyone thought you were some kind of tumor to be removed from society.
Everything was taken from you since you were a child and it wasn’t your fault. You slowly wrote before handing him the notepad again.
‘I am sorry,’ you apologized. Taehyung’s slouched figure straightened before he was taking the notepad and setting it on the ground on top of the cobblestone and out of your reach. Your eyebrows shot up as you went to go and reach for it before Taehyung was off the bench and kneeling in front of you. He grabbed your hands, stopping your attempts to retrieve your book back.
“Y/n, I don’t want you to apologize for something my family did to you.” His voice was stern as he forced you to look at him as he spoke on his knees in front of you. “It is my father and his awful rules against sorcery that put you right here, right now. It is in no way your fault, you were born with your magic- you can’t just get rid of it or outgrow it.” Your eyes didn’t move from his. You weren’t sure how, but he knew how you felt about it and he was putting to ease all your anxieties. “Listen to me, I want to do something. I have things I want to do that involve you- things I want to do to protect you.”
You furrowed your brows as he let go of your hands and reached up to your face. He traced around the edges of your mask. You reflexively reached up to hold it, keeping the straps behind your ears even if you knew it wouldn’t fall off. You couldn’t take it off, no one could but His Majesty to your knowledge. Taehyung smiled up to you.
“I have a request, and by the end of our conversation this morning, I’d like for you to answer me properly. Is that alright, Y/n?” You simply nodded to him. He placed his hands over your own that were held up by your ears. “I heard that both your gauntlets and anklets are suppressors, and that this mask is also one. When you told me that the king hates your voice, you were talking about your magic, yes?” You nodded again. “Alright, then you also know that you’re unable to take your mask off.”
You felt dumb just nodding to him. But it is all you could do. With him blocking your path to your notepad on the ground and his hands holding yours in place by your ears, you had no other choice but to nod or shake your head in response to his questions.
“Only royal blood can remove your mask,” his tone suddenly changed. It was short and quiet as opposed to his earlier stern monologue. “If that is true, then I can take this mask off of you.” Your eyes widened. “If that’s possible, I’m going to try. I’m going to pull this mask off and I want to hear your voice. I want to see your face, I want to know what you sound like and what you look like when you smile.”
You felt him let go of your hands as he moved his fingers behind your ears. You felt his fingertips feather around the shell of your ear before they hooked under your mask’s straps. Your breath halted.
“When I remove this, I want you to call for me,” he instructed you. You didn’t even nod to him that time. Just remained breathless and still. The sensation of him pulling your mask over your ears and away from your cheeks was odd. It felt like static as you could physically feel something coming back to you. Your throat felt warm and your cheeks tingled with feeling. Like something was being returned to you.
When your mask was pulled from your mouth and away from your face, the wind picked up. The morning chill being blown away as a warm, summer breeze fell in place to comfort your bare face. You ducked your head away from his eyes. Taehyung took your mask before he placed it behind him, joining it with the notepad on the cobblestone before he lifted his hands back to cup your cheeks.
Your cheeks were soft and warm. They pushed under the pressure of his hands as he lifted your chin to look at him. When your eyes met his again your face flushed and he could see the red hue that crept onto your skin under his hands. He smiled at you the moment the sun started to breach the horizon now.
“Memorizing,” he told you. “Now, call for me.” He watched your pink lips open and close, unsure on how to do it. What to do and then the anxieties set in again. You haven't used your voice in so long. What did it sound like now? Would it be weak and hoarse? No, surely not. Your throat was warm and smooth and you felt something magical in the absence of your mask. “It’s alright,” Taehyung soothed. “It’s just us here, just try.”
He watched you stick your tongue out to lick at your dry lips before you opened your mouth again. He felt your jaw move under his hands and your cheeks hollow out at your lips unsure movements. Your chest inflated as you took a breath in.
“Um,” the small noise that came out of your mouth made Taehyung jump as his fingertips pushed into your cheeks further. Trying to urge you to speak, he just nodded as you tried again. “Prince Taehyung?” You whispered in a small, adorable voice.
Taehyung’s jaw dropped before you gasped and pushed your palms against your mouth as if you had just committed a crime. In a sense, you did. It was a royal order that you not speak, but then again it was the prince who told you to speak in the first place after he took off your mask. You were confused and shocked at your own choice of actually speaking again.
“Y/n, would you consider being my lady-in-waiting?” Taehyung blurted out as your eyes bugged before he continued. “I know it’s not proper, and that only noblewomen are assigned court ladies, but I am without an assistant and I want it to be you.”
You had never heard of a prince asking for a woman servant to tend to him before. It was absolutely asinine. However, when you looked at Taehyung, he really meant it.
“Why?” Was your reply and he felt his hair stand on end at hearing your voice again. “The king would surely reject the idea.” It was so soft, like velvet to his ears.
“I will speak to him. He is my father and I will fight him on this. He has no choice if I threaten my throne after all- it works as a last resort.” Threatening his throne? As in threatening to not come to rule and dismissing his coronation one day in the future? That’s ridiculous! “Of course, I’d never really give up my place as crown prince, but it’s a good bargaining chip.”
“But, Madam Hana. She is my supervisor, if I-”
“If you serve under me, she will be unnecessary. I do not want to see her hit you anymore.”
“My prince, I don’t know.” It was no surprise that you were unsure about it. It was all so sudden, not to mention all the unknown variables about such a strong choice. “What answer do you want from me,” you whimpered as you fiddled with the fabric of your nightgown. Taehyung ran his thumb across your cheek as he pulled his lips back into a smile.
“Whatever answer you give me, I’ll accept it. Unlike my father, I am no bully,” he teased. You smiled at the prince calling the king something as lowly as a ‘bully’. His time abroad seemed to have fused this childish, refreshing nature into his persona. It made you feel warm and Taehyung felt like a spring shower.
“If I agree, would you be happy?”
“Yes,” he answered in a heartbeat.
“You are so sure of yourself,” you replied to his quickfire answer.
“I am sure of you.”
As you sat in the restricted garden of royalty, the prince of Lisha on his knees in front of you holding your cheeks in his silk pajamas with his hands that had removed your mask, you made a decision. Perhaps, it was a foolish one in the making. It would surely anger the king and could create tension among your fellow servants. It would undoubtedly cause Madam Hana to go into a fit. But when you thought of Akina and her support as well as your Prince Taehyung who knelt before you, all that didn't seem to matter any more.
It felt like you were regaining a piece of freedom you were stripped of when you were young.
“I would,” you told him. “I would consider it, if you would allow me,” you finalized. If being his lady-in-waiting and throwing out the standard status quo was what it was going to take to please your prince, then you’d just have to accept it and follow him. He was the first royal to even show you a spec of kindness like his late mother did once very long ago.
Yes, you should stick to Prince Taehyung’s side.
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I Finished Tsumugu Logic!! Overview/Rant
It took me a month, but I finished the last chapter of the game and got the true ending. I will keep playing to get all of the other bad ends, etc.
I have so so many feels about this game, y’all. I will be highlighting a few chapters in the game, so if you haven’t finished it. Beware of spoilers!!
[MANY SPOILERS/ENDINGS BELOW]
To recount my feelings throughout the game for each character:
1. Tsumugu is a cutie pie. I actually really related to him, because I’m also at that point in my life where I have to decide what exactly I want to do for the rest of my life. I just finished university, but I’m still unsure about my career ahahah. So, seeing Tsumugu struggle to figure his life out was refreshing.
2. “Sosei” is so hot. I laid eyes on him and thought, uh-oh, he’s my new addiction ahahah. I would buy his merchandise if there was any. The dude loves sweets (how cute is that) and he has such a good head for mysteries (my dream man). Plus, he’s a tsundere but really cares about Tsumugu, often giving hints and advice to him. He’s a very trustworthy older brother/senpai. I could gush over how much I love Sosei for ages. His drunken habits -> those are to die for. He becomes so lewd and straightforward. I love it.
“Koyo”, on the other hand, I didn’t like him as much as Sosei. Which is weird, cause I love ikemen. Maybe I’m just drawn more into the withdrawn, mysterious guys?? I do like the concept of twin brothers though. I have a bit of a dirty mind so when the twins said they shared everything, even their gf, I was like ohohoho, 3p?
I absolutely enjoyed the twins together though. I love seeing them pretend to be the other. I wish they had more of an appearance lol. I could even say that Sosei and Koyo are a scale higher than Tsumugu for me. I wish the twins were the main protagonists ahahah. No offense Tsumugu.
I’ll just summarize my first impressions for others real quick:
3. Kotoko - I thought she was cute, but I never really liked her and couldn’t quite pinpoint exactly why. This feeling will come into play later on. So at first, I was like meh, she’s okay, I guess. But, as I learned more about her, I really didn’t like her character that much. I mean, I wouldn’t say I hated her but I didn’t find her as a good fit for Tsumugu.
- When she told Tsumugu to be a salesman or whatever. I was like, do you even know Tsumugu? Lmao. I didn’t know if it was just me empathizing with Tsumugu cuz I’ve often been told of what I should be, but no one asks what I want to be.
- When she didn’t want to help Mirei, I thought how odd, for someone who tries to befriend everyone, she’s not doing so well as a heroine. I mean, it was realistic, at least. But, I think the chapter where she admits that she tries really hard to fit in so others will like her was starting to draw some red flags for me. It made me wonder how much of her was ‘real’. Idk if I’m making any sense though.
- When she swung the knife at Tsumugu, I didn’t hate her as much as I did when she swung the knife at Sosei (who protected Tsumugu) and killed him. I was furious then.
4. Sally - I admit I was really turned off by the girly lolita style. Mainly because I’m more tomboyish irl. But, she had a good sense of justice so I actually liked her. It did come as a shock to me though that she was the “gorilla” girl that was forced to kiss Nozaki. Tbh, I was kinda sad she died at the end. Like, I know she killed Hikone, but I could understand her motive better than I could understand Kotoko’s motive. Maybe cuz I have an older brother and can’t see myself being a brocon? ahahah.
5. Toma - In terms of hotness, he comes 2nd right after Sosei. He’s a really good friend. And I absolutely adore how he scares ppl with his glare lol. i love yankees ahaha. He’s not afraid to speak his mind. He’s a very solid character.
6. Daimon - My girl crush. High key curious who she’s arranged to marry because her fiance seems boring. Who takes an hour to choose a handkerchief? Anyways, Im sad that Daimon and Sosei never got to meet because I’m low key shipping them. Idk if they’d click well romantically because they’re so similar, but I would’ve loved for some sort of interaction. They’d make for an epic couple, solving mysteries. I really wanna write a fic for them.
7. Tsukasa Tsukasa - I didn’t like him because of the cheating and blaming on my poor Toma, but after that, he was okay. Plus, he helped write the Tsumugu’s love letter to Kotoko. Which I find is funny, because Kotoko copied Tsukasa’s writing, thinking it was Tsumugu’s. Ahahah. The lesson here, folks, is that don’t use your own handwriting in love letters, you never know if you’re crush will copy said handwriting into your own suicide letter.
8. Mirei - that girl can sing. I kinda cried after hearing it cuz I was going through something at the time and it really encouraged me.
9. Landlady & Hikkimori - Both names that I can’t remember off the top of my head. I think both people are fun. The landlady is super supportive. And the hikkimori refusing to talk with Sosei made for a fun dynamic. I genuinely enjoyed seeing Sosei offended. Nice way to see emotions on my fave character.
10. Other characters (Rindo, Happy, Travel Club Members) - I genuinely did not care enough about ahahah. I think I even enjoyed seeing some of them murdered, tbh. They were really horrible people in different ways.
The Black club members headed under Fumi. Like what? How do you control victims to be assailants and live with yourself to be a future kindergarten teacher? Like what? I couldn’t live with myself if I was her. Plus, her disproportionately large boobs were really weirding me out. I can’t believe Yu died all because Fumi wanted to f*ck him. It’s like one day you’re living your best life and someone thinks, ah, I wanna ruin this person.
Don’t even get me started with Nozaki. That dude is a piece of trash. Human garbage. He knows how it feels to be a victim and yet thinks it’s his right to assault women. I wanted to slap that guy so hard. So many times. He was like the boy who cried wolf. He kept pretending to be dead and eventually died in the hands of Kotoko. XD I wonder what his last thoughts were. To have died in the hands of someone he trusted.
Hikone was another nutcase. From what I understood, he just saw everyone else as characters in his book. Sure, he didn’t physically harm anyone, but doing nothing and observing is just as much of a crime as committing it.
Shun. I never really like cutesy guys. But when he turned out to be an ex-pimp plus lover of Fumi, he fell off the likeable scale.
Yoshimoto being an uncontrollable drunk murderer was the only thing needed to complete the psycho Travel Club members. Tbh, I thought he was the one behind the killings at first ahaha.
Suguha. I thought she was a tough chick. It was cool to know that she had another motive to get closer to Fumi. Because I thought it was weird how she took her cellphone at the BBQ restaurant. It’s nice to know that SEEC still foreshadows like that.
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Meeting and dating Tommy Turner
(My gif)(Tommys in plaid for any of you who haven’t seen porkys)
- You met Tommy when the both of you were placed in the same class. The two of you became quick friends once you were seated near each other. He introduced you to the other guys and soon enough you had a whole group of new friends.
- For a while you remained just that: friends. He even became a wing man of sorts and tried to set you up with a few guys from school. But everything changed one fateful day.
- Like clockwork the boys had snuck into the the tunnels of the school and got into position at their peepholes. Except today you had had an accident with a bunch of paint in art class and were sent to clean yourself up in the school showers.
- It took the boys a little while to realize just who the new girl was since they knew you didn’t have gym class that period. But they got their answer as you turned to face their wall innocently giggling at Wendy’s teasing as you scrubbed the paint from your chest.
“Holy shit that’s y/n!” Everyone in the group tries to stifle their laughter, everyone but him; he’s too busy staring at you.
- He had never thought of you in a sexual way before, he sort of just saw you as one of the guys. Yet here you were, wet, naked and wow, he couldn’t take his eyes off you.
- For the rest of the day he looks at you weird and you have no idea why. He’s staring, gulping, sneaking glances after you catch him watching you; you feel like an algebra equation he can’t figure out. You start to question yourself; what have you done lately that would make him suspicious of you. Was one of the other planning a prank? Was he?
“…Well I’m gonna head to class Tommy…see ya…” you mutter as you leave the lunch table.
- His third eye has been opened and its laser focused on your tits.
- When he can’t get you out of his head for a week straight he knows he has a real problem on his hands and a problem he apparently can’t “fix” with his hands…believe him he tried.
- You’re beginning to wonder what the hell is going on with your best friend (and crush but that’s besides the point). You try to ask the guys whats going on but they just fight back laughter like there’s an inside joke between them. They just think that Tommy’s particularly horny after seeing you naked and doesn’t know how to deal which is …sort of the truth but he’s more than horny. He’s in love.
- He begins to subtly try and ask you out, saying things like “hey y/l/n, wanna go to Deadbeats with me tonight?” but you just aren’t getting it. He wants to yell that “it’s a goddamn date” whenever you ask “where everyone else is” but he doesn’t have the nerve.
- Tommy is definitely the type of guy to act really childish when he has a crush on someone (and after you start dating) and since you’re already friends this works out perfectly for him. He takes turns acting like a playground bully who pulls your pigtails and a really soft, sweet boy.
- After some time Tommy actually asks you out in a proper way that can’t be mistaken as just a friendly hang out. You genuinely think it’s a prank until he kisses the life out of you, but even then it takes a few dates for him to totally convince you.
- Your first date is at a nice restaurant. He wants to make the occasion stand out so he opts for the stereotypical romantic dinner date since the two of you had done just about everything else in town together as friends. He’s sort of out of his element; he’s blushing and giggling whenever you say something, it’s really quite the adorable sight to see.
- Since you knew each other before you went out you don’t have to deal with that trial period a couple goes through, you just skip to being girlfriend and boyfriend.
- When the gang finds out about the two of you dating Peewee accidentally rats the guys out for spying on you when you were in the showers. You aren’t exactly mad just really flustered and embarrassed. You drop your face into your hands and refuse to look at anyone all the while Tommy is attempting to make you feel better(and failing miserably).
“It’s really no big deal y/n, I mean you have a great body! You have no reason to be embarrassed believe me!”
“You could see me naked if you’d like? Then we’ll be even Steven.”
- Obviously he doesn’t help his case very much but you knew what you were getting into when you agreed to go steady with him.
- His love language is very physical; he prefers to show you he cares through his actions rather than his words.
- Hand kisses and hand holding.
- Hugs from behind where he just keeps you pinned against him.
- He’s a funny guy even when he isn’t trying to be.
- Gossiping together.
- Getting to hear about the “master plans” he’s particularly proud of or the ones he needs your help with. Although sometimes he doesn’t tell you about the pranks he intends to pull because he doesn’t want you to try and stop him.
- Compliments even though he says them like he’s actually teasing you.
- He likes to make you shriek so be prepared to have him try to scare you at least once a week.
- Drive in movie dates.
- Bowling dates.
- Going to the record shop together.
- Elbowing him when he tries to mess with Balbricker so that he can maybe avoid detention for once. I have this idea in my head (kinda like that niece ask) that Tommy’s girlfriend would be like Balbricker’s favorite student and it bothers Tommy to no end. Like~
“How the hell do you like that evil bitch?”
“What? Shes always been nice to me?”
- Visiting him in detention; he gets in trouble a lot.
- Kissing his beauty marks.
- He ruins the moment a lot; it’s just his thing.
- Dancing with him.
- You’re basically best friends who kiss and cuddle.
- Do not tease him with not following through on kisses. That is a serious offense.
- He’s pretty smooth like sometimes he’ll say something and you’ll have to take a minute to recover from it.
- Him always defending you and being ready to kick someone’s ass.
- He likes all your jokes no matter how bad.
“That’s a shit joke y/n.”
“I liked it.” He pulls you into a hug with a smile.
- He cleans you up whenever something happens to you like a nosebleed or a scraped knee. He likes to take care of you it’s fun for him especially when he gets a kiss and hug for it.
- He loves seeing your lipstick on his handkerchief, he always smiles when you borrow it and there’s a little smudge of red on the corner.
- Cracking up when Balbricker tackles him.
- When she’s dragged away you jokingly ask if he’s alright, he replies that “it” is hurt and that you should kiss it better.
- Evidence suggests that he has a pretty big porky (with a mole) so…enjoy that.
- He probably jokingly flashes you when you tell him to get dressed (or something similar).
- Pins you against walls while the two of you makeout.
- Sit. In. His. Lap. At the diner. He wants everyone to see you together.
- He slaps your ass in public, he does not care in the slightest. He only cares if his parents are around and even then he’s still a little shit
- He’s definitely snuck through your window late at night and fucked up his knee because he immediately tripped and fell to your floor. You can’t stop laughing while you make sure he’s okay.
- You ever just want to get fucking thrown? He likes to throw you, it’s a perfect match. In a bed, a pool, doesn’t matter, you’re just getting tossed.
- Leaning your heads on each other’s shoulders.
- Affectionate name calling.
- Neck kisses.
- He likes to tickle you, he thinks your uncontrollable laughter is adorable.
- Billy and you get really close since he’s the one in the gang who sticks around Tommy the most. You guys make a good team.
- Once something happens he’s excited for the rest of the day because he can’t wait to be able to tell you about it. Like if he doesn’t get to see you for a while he’ll keep a list of what’s happened so that he doesn’t forget.
- He doesn’t really get jealous. If you wanted to date someone else you could have but you chose him; obviously that meant something, right? He sort of just thinks it’s funny to watch guys attempt to flirt with you and get turned down. He particularly enjoys it when you sit on his lap to make sure the other guy takes the hint; he always gets this smug look on his face.
- On one hand he thinks it’s cute seeing you jealous, on the other hand he gets a bit exasperated by it (kind of because he’s a perv and wants to spy on other girls without anyone trying to stop him).
- Most of your fights are probably about his incessant need to stare at other girls tits or his questionable choices when being caught by said girls. He’ll assure you that it was “just a joke” but that’s a pretty shitty excuse, isn’t it?
- If you break up with and ignore him for a little while he’ll learn his lesson. He’ll clean up his act when he realizes you aren’t going to let him play you. You’ll get an apology from a very uncomfortable boy after some time spent away from each other.
- He is genuinely sorry once he realized he actually really bothered and/or hurt you. He sort of just didn’t take your feelings into consideration, he’s not exactly experienced in real relationships. Like I said: he’ll clean up his act.
#tommy turner#tommy porkys#porkys headcanon#porkys headcanons#porkys tommy#porkys imagine#porkys 80s#tommy turner headcanons#tommy turner headcanon#tommy turner imagine#80s movie headcanon#80s movie headcanons#80s movie imagines#80s movie imagine
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Ships
[post date: Jun 2nd, 2020 3:15:28am, update: Jan 4th, 2021]
Yuki’s definition of shipping (v.): actively create scenarios, if not gifs or fics for them. have your own interpretation of the pair’s dynamics, it doesn’t have to be unique, but original.
1. list of OTPs
booth/brennan, good end, canon
ulumi, open end, canon
TRAUGHT, ???, non-canon
kanzaki/hajime, bad end, canon subtext
philip/shotaro, ge, canon subtext
kairi/keiichiro, ge, canon subtext
kanera, bad end/bittersweet, canon
tanith/ghastly, be, canon
razaya, be/s, canon
the executioner (tvb), be, canon
wisely/so, ge - ?, canon
black jack/dr. kisaragi, be, canon-ish
rainbow parakeet/mariko, oe, canon
an attempt to summarise my types: (mostly true for cat 2, my fav cat too)
slowburn/will they won’t they
they obviously have feelings for each other but just won't admit it
battle couple
toku nemesis / narrative opposites
tragic endings i guess
my wife is so awesome
high IQ low wisdom + high wisdom low IQ
one of them died at one point (fake deaths, falling into the digital sea, actually dying, reinvented their whole identity)
SO MANY FUCKIN’G REGRETS
2. list of more-than-friends/soulmate/comrade/mentor/learn off/grow with each other complicated platonic BroTP
skysnips
skul/val
artemis/holly
shinji/ren
eiji/ankh (they are really blurring the line of homoeroticism but i kinda find imagining them anything physical... feels... abusive, will probably take a slowburn (canon kinda already is) post-finale fix-it fic for me to go full romantic
echo/fives (*laugh tears emoji 😂 * odd one in this set because they are the only pair that isn’t the focus of their work but BROTP)
3. list of OTFamily
tcw fam (trio, padme, rex, cody primarily) (extended fam include Plo, 104th, 212th, 501st)
Ghost crew
fran chou chou
kyurangers
shinkengers
decade 4
Lyoko Warriors
Gaang
Krew
The Team
Narumi Detective Agency
Cous Coussier
Gokai, of course. Marvelous and Luka for bonus BroTP.
4. casual-er ships:
obitine
kalluzeb
clintasha
starkiller/juno
taiga/nico
gou/chase
date/goutou
tsukasa/natsumi
tatsuya/yuuri (timeranger)
tsukasa/umika (lesbians FTW) as a guilty pleasure ship? because toei is a coward who won’t even give us more than one (1) girl team up episode but is milking off the pair’s popularity? but like, Umika is obviously a lesbian look how much she’d sacrificed to have Shiho back. (but yes there’s also the trouble of Shiho between them, but mostly likely it’s the classical I only love you as a friend situation and we can happily ship Umika with Tsukasa who is also a lesbian. Because Keiichiro and Kairi are GAY)
joshi teki seikatsu - miki/tadaomi (but she’s a lesbian so :\ (but i’ll DIE on this ship and this series even it’s just 4 TV episodes)
princess mononoke - san/ashitaka
others:
peter/wendy - aw it’s a childhood favourite but i guess as i grow older too i can see why they don’t work and they chose where to be *bites handkerchief*
princess knight - sapphire/frank - ah another childhood ship. yeah I ship them but the canon/plot is driving them together so hard in their fairy tale I kind of feel like I don’t need to try. Given, there is indeed a moment where I kinda wish Sapphire could stay with the Pirates and went off in a whole AU, and hearing that, you should know which characters I don’t want the writer to kill off and that I find both Sapphire and Frank’s foil have potential for great chemistry together, if only they were given the screen time. The last volume of this manga is a little trippy but I’m baffled and amazed at the same time. The sequel - is not the best nor the worst, but it’s definitely an alright and worthy work. but you know, more my genderfluid warrior princess/queen would be great.
quin/ventress - yikes, i LOOOVE how dark disciple is writing them - the passion, the secrets, but they have a LOT to work out while they flung themselves into this tornado of a love affair like true romantics and i find love in a war time my sweet tooth i just love them a lot a lot a lot, separately and together but i’m not sure their relationship will work out - BUT i also haven't exactly finished the book yet and while I don't think finishing it will make me turn 180 but I'm sacred and subtly angry at the same time for Ventress dying :(
blyla - blyla is the kind of ships that you jumped on because two attractive people looks cute standing next to each other. i don’t have an protective preference over them or particular heartbreak from this pair. Just staying a safe distance away from it while cheering on the other side of the fire. (a camp fire or a bookburning? you decide)
honestly sentai reds and sentai pinks always have mom & dad/old married couple vibes but my attitude to ‘shipping’ them is even casual-er than casual. (namely Shinken & RPPT)
Kazakiri Yamato and... ME.
all the yj crackships
freezebone and his guitar
Clone Wars Squad + happiness, and/or rest
dral & calor
Rex is so (bro)shippable I don’t know who to pair him with
I’m not putting shattered siblings ANYWHERE because (¬_¬) DRAMA.
i’d say jesse/kix in cat 2? but i think a lot of things around them are fanon, at least i like the version of them in my brain.
hinamatsuri - fam? the entire cast? I just love the whole cast so much and their relationships and characters are so diverse they aren’t very classifiable ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
i don’t have one for the weird nutgem called Enderverse
i forgot how how absolutely cross-shippable the Gokai crew is.
Emu is ace. Dan Kuroto is aro.
afterword:
a lot of it is buffed up with toku/private fandom ships, that I’m not the most passionate about, to really, create, at least scenarios in my head. But I am trying to compile a complete list, and i’m glad i filled in this much so i can see a trend. and i try to keep one ship per fandom? like sure i like jerlita, and yj has so many good ships to choose from (say spitfire and supermartian, also museum heist and snaibsel) but there’s really one that stood out in each work that I poured my heart into.
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Aoi always had strong feelings for Kiiro. Kiiro is the densest of the dense. He isn't really the person who'd know what the word "love" meant.
"Aoi!" Kiiro raised his right hand when he spotted the familiar girl walking down the hallway.
Aoi covered her mouth as she coughed into her hand, clutching it and immediately pushing her fist into her pocket. "Kiiro-kun."
"Do you have the notes from last week's chemistry class? I was visiting my parents last week so I couldn't attend the lecture. Can I borrow them?" Kiiro flashed a shy smile, scratching the back of his head. Right, Kiiro was absent last week. And also, fuck that smile of his.
Aoi tried her best to hold back another cough. "Ah, yeah, I do. But it's in my locker. I'll hand it to you in the classroom. Is that okay?"
"It's alright. I'll see you there!" Kiiro said before he walked away and Aoi ran straight to the bathroom once he was out of sight.
Pushing through the empty stall, Aoi locked the door behind her and started coughing and coughing. Her throat felt dry and her chest felt heavy, but she knew she had to keep coughing them out. The flower petals.
It was just daisy petals last year, when it was nothing but a small crush on Kiiro. Now Aoi was coughing up sakura petals. She reached into her pocket and dropped the sakura petals she coughed up earlier when she talked to Kiiro, flushing it down the toilet once she felt okay.
"Stupid fucking disease." She muttered under her breath and unlocked the cubicle door, walking towards the sink to wash up. She sighed and splashed water on her face, slapping her cheeks while doing so. "Stupid fucking feelings."
Aoi was diagnosed with Hanahaki disease in her senior year of middle school but it wasn't prominent until her junior year of high school, when Kiiro transferred into her school. Hanahaki is said to only be felt or seen when the person having the disease starts falling in love with a person who does not reciprocate the feeling.
Nobody really knows the origin of the disease, or how the person is able to produce flower petals. Aoi's case was extremely rare as some people only produce one flower throughout their experiences, but Aoi seemed to be producing more than one. The more her feelings got deeper, the flowers in her respiratory tract changes, the more it got painful for Aoi to breath and cough the petals out.
There is no known cure for Hanahaki but surgical removal, or if the person the disease carrier loves, loves them back. Worst case scenario, the carrier dies from respiratory complications.
Aoi has considered to get the roots surgically removed from her lungs, but aside from it being risky, to completely remove the virus, will completely erase the ability of the person to fall in love.
Aoi was skeptical about it and kept having second thoughts. Sure, unrequited love sucks, but she felt that to forever lose the ability to love again was worse.
Aoi sighed and places her hand over her chest, closing her eyes for a moment and just listened to herself breathe, making sure there were no more petals threatening their way out of her lungs.
Before going back to their classroom, she stopped by her locker to grab her notebook to give to Kiiro. She pressed the notebook on her chest and sighed, mumbling to herself, knowing she was at risk of coughing petals again when she sees Kiiro. "Please, don't pile up during class again."
"Kiiro-kun. Here are my notes."
"Ah, Aoi! Thank you. This is a big help." Kiiro took the notebook with both hands gratefully and showed Aoi a smile. Aoi could only hold back a cough and bow her head slightly before she waved him off and walked to her seat, two desks in front of Kiiro.
She covered her mouth again and coughed into the palm of her hand, quickly chucking the petals into her pocket before anyone could see them. Except maybe for one.
"Sakura, huh?" Aoi could only grumble and bury her head in her hands. Midori.
Midori sat down on her desk in front of Aoi's and held out a sakura petal that must've slipped out of the latter's hand. "You forgot this."
Aoi whined and quickly grabbed the petal, chucking it into her pocket. "Since when did you start coughing sakura petals?"
"Last week." Midori snorted.
"Last week? How are you breathing?" That sarcastic tone again.
"Screw you. I'm breathing just fine." Aoi grumbled against her forearms and Midori gestured to Kiiro, even though Aoi couldn't see. "Still Kiiro?"
"Still Kiiro." Aoi said as she sat up straight, her hand over her chest. "We're gonna graduate anyway. I'll get over him soon. Now shoo." She said a-matter-of-factly while fishing for her notebook from her bag.
Midori pouted and turned to face her desk after Aoi sent her off.
After the bell rang, Aoi packed her things and picked her bag. As she stood up, Kiiro hopped in front of her and held out her notebook with that stupid grin that Aoi has a love-hate relationship with. "I finished writing! But don't tell Ishii-sensei I wasn't paying attention. Thank you, Aoi."
"It's no problem." Aoi smiled to hide the urge to cough. "I— uh.. I gotta get going.." She felt her chest getting heavier. "I'll see you tomorrow, Kiiro-kun!" And with that, she sprinted out of the room.
She kept coughing while running and stopped halfway down the staircase to catch her breath, the sudden adrenaline and the petals was restricting her breathing.
Aoi managed to crash into the bathroom and locked herself in a stall, hovering over the toilet and started coughing, choking in between. After she was done and her airways felt clear, Aoi sniffled, leaning back against the cubicle door and wiped her nose on the sleeve of her uniform. "Stupid fucking disease." She muttered before flushing the toilet.
"I'm home." She announced rather weakly as she entered her home. Her little sister popping her head out from the kitchen to greet her. "Welcome back!"
Aoi walked towards the kitchen to see her little sister, Shian, cooking dinner. "Hey, Shian. Where's mom?"
Shian pointed the knife she was holding up. "Upstairs."
Aoi gave her a nod and walked upstairs to their room where her mom was, changing the futons.
"Aoi. Welcome back." Her mom smiled at her and Aoi crashed onto her newly made bed, taking a few seconds before she flipped over to her back to look at her mom.
She sighed and closed her eyes. "Sakura petals."
Her mom paused for a moment before she set down the basket of dirty beddings to sit beside Aoi. "Are you breathing okay?" She asked calmly despite being worried about her daughter.
"Yeah." Lies.
"Is it painful?"
"Not really." Lies. "I'm fine, mom. In a few months, I'll graduate. I'll forget about this soon."
Although her mom was curious, she didn't want to pry on her daughter's privacy on who is responsible of the flowers in her system, knowing well enough that the love Aoi is experiencing is one sided.
"Any special requests for dinner?" Was all her mom could say after a defeaning few minutes of silence.
Aoi opened her eyes and looked at her mom in the all familiar innocence. "Katsudon, please."
"Katsudon." Her mom nodded and gave her a smile, standing up with the basket in arms. "I'll call you when dinner's ready."
As her mom left the room, Aoi turned to her stomach and buried her face in her pillow.
For the next few weeks, Aoi had only coughed up sakura petals and prayed to God that it will stay with sakura petals until she would graduate. But Kiiro was making it impossible for her. In the following weeks, he had made his presence more prominent to Aoi.
Stupid Kiiro.
"I just wanna be friends with everyone before we graduate. Plus, you've helped me a lot throughout the year. Lending me notes and stuff." Kiiro says to Aoi while sipping on his orange juice. They were alone in the classroom cleaning after they were assigned to finish some paper works.
"But you're so dense, Kiiro-kun." Aoi tried to speak through the petals piling up.
"Huh? Dense? Me?"
"Who else. So many girls here want to be more than friends with you." Me included, Aoi thought. Kiiro could only shrug.
"I don't see the need to be romantically involved with anyone. It seems pointless." Yep, he's dense alright.
Aoi fished for her handkerchief from her pocket and started coughing into the fabric, putting it away almost immediately before the petals could fall
"Are you okay, Aoi?" Kiiro looked kinda worried for the girl.
Aoi looked away and continued to sweep the floor. "I'm fine. It's just.." Pause. "My allergies. That's all."
"Ah, I see. Well, we don't have to sweep every little bit of dust here. Should we go?" Kiiro stood up straight, his hand on his waist. It was getting late as well.
"Let's go." Aoi said before returning the broom behind the door, grabbing her bag from the table. She was ready to leave when, "Wait, Aoi!"
She looked back at Kiiro and tried her best not to cough. Kiiro's hair was messy, some of it sticking to his forehead from the sweat. "What is it, Kiiro-kun?"
"Let's have dinner together! My treat!" Kiiro says with a smile and Aoi felt her chest tighten.
She didn't want to refuse, but she knew she had to.
"Please, Aoi?" She really wanted to go with Kiiro, but she's thinking about the consequence that's going to arise throughout dinner.
"Sure." Stupid, stupid brain, Aoi thought to herself.
"Great!" Kiiro beamed. "I'll go to the bathroom for a bit. See for me at the gate?" Aoi nodded, and Kiiro disappeared.
Aoi desperately made her way to the bathroom, crashing down into the open stalls and started coughing. She didn't bother to lock the door this time, she was alone anyway.
She shakily flushed the toilet and washed up, mustering up her courage to face Kiiro even after what she had coughed up. Hibiscus petals.
"Kiiro—"
"Aoi! I know a great place we can eat!" Kiiro excitedly greeted Aoi, taking her hand and ran before Aoi could even say anything.
Aoi felt her chest tighten and her heart beat faster. Kiiro was holding her hand. It was just them. Going to dinner. Aoi knew this was trouble.
Kiiro lead them into a tiny restaurant that was a little hidden from the busy streets of Shikisai.
They sat down at an available table after ordering their food, Kiiro bringing the tray to the table and served Aoi her meal.
"Thank you." She says, rather breathlessly. Her hand over her chest.
"Sorry for running. I was afraid they'd close up." Kiiro says apologetically to the latter, Aoi waved him off.
"It's okay." She says, lips curving up to a small smile.
Aoi and Kiiro spent the next hour and a half at the restaurant, with Aoi excusing herself to the bathroom countless of times. Kiiro was worried, but didn't want to seem too pushy to Aoi — he had already convinced her to dinner.
"I'll send you home." Kiiro says as they exited the restaurant.
"No th—"
"Please, Aoi. I can't let you go home alone at this hour."
Silence.
"Aoi?"
Heavy breathing. "Okay."
Kiiro smiled and Aoi felt her chest tighten once again.
It was only a month shy from graduation. Aoi had hoped Kiiro would stop paying attention to her and focus on other people too, but he didn't. Well, he did, but also didn't. Because he was still making himself known to Aoi, still trying to get her attention at times and always greeted her with a smile when they met.
Aoi really hated that smile. She wanted that smile gone. At this state, Aoi felt pain in her chest but she decided to brush it off. Only a month left, she thought.
Aoi and Kiiro were assigned next to each other for their graduation rites. Aoi hated it, but she couldn't find the guts to speak out. Their surnames were next to each other in the records after all.
Though from the weeks that had past, Aoi learned a lot about Kiiro as so did he. Kiiro really liked chess and apparently really good at it, but he wasn't very confident in joining competitions. Kiiro also liked to play the drums. And a whole lot of little to major details about Kiiro.
She had hoped to find a reason to erase her feelings for Kiiro. A trait that would come off as a red flag for her and uncrush him almost immediately. And for once, Aoi hated having a heart so big that Kiiro's imperfections didn't matter to Aoi. That it only made Aoi fall for him even more.
Everytime Kiiro stood next to Aoi during practices, Aoi would feel a sharp pain on her chest and her heart race, making her palms sweat. Kiiro was unaware of course, the guy was dense as a wet sponge.
Kiiro had asked Aoi to stay behind after their practice. Aoi wanted to refuse, she needed to refuse, or else, it's going down.
Aoi had a mental debate in her head. Aoi was afraid of the consequence, as she knew what had happened last time, and she knows that the pain in her chest is from the disease. But at the same time, Aoi felt as if Kiiro was worth the risk. She felt as if the decision was life oe death.
But she showed up nontheless. Kiiro was in his designated seat, beside Aoi's, and she walked up to sit in hers. Her hand was on her lap, trying her best not to tug her skirt as she felt her chest tighten again.
"Aoi, listen." Kiiro started. Aoi closed her eyes and nodded once. "Yeah?" She says, almost quietly.
"I don't know how to say this, but thank you for being an amazing friend. You and a lot of our classmates were really kind to me, despite me being new and awkward and really don't know how to handle social situations. And I felt so comfortable with you. You always helped me with class notes and studying if I was struggling."
When Kiiro took a break, Aoi was close to crying, the pain in her chest becoming unbearable.
"You're one of the best people I've met in my life, Aoi." Kiiro turned his head to look at Aoi and smiled. "Thank you."
Aoi knew it was a mistake to look at Kiiro being illuminated by the light of the sunset gleaming through the gym, but she did it anyway. And with that, she stood up and tried to sprint to the door, but she crashed onto her knees and started violently coughing.
Tears trickled down Aoi's cheeks as she continued to cough, one hand supporting her body as the other clutched onto her chest. She could hear Kiiro's voice but couldn't understand what he was saying.
"Call Midori, please.." Aoi choked on her words while coughing. She could hear Kiiro running out of the gym while calling Midori and she caught a glimpse of the "mess" on the floor.
Rose petals, floating in the pool of her blood.
Aoi was shaking and panicking, but she couldn't stop coughing. Her head was in a blur and could no longer comprehend what was happening.
She felt herself being lifted up and transported rather quickly. She was still coughing, and couldn't tell if there were still petals in it or just plain blood.
Her ears were ringing but she knew she was in a vehicle somewhere and kept blacking out. The next thing she knew, she could hear multiple people discussing and could hear her mother crying in the background. She couldn't comprehend what she said, all she heard was "save" repeated multiple times.
Aoi was groggy and could only register three dots of lights directly over her head and before she blacked out entirely, she could feel the pain slowly going away.
A month had passed and nobody had seen Aoi, only getting updates from Midori from herd mother.
It was a tough decision for Aoi's family, but Aoi had grown roses in her respiratory tract and the thorns were scratching and tearing up her airways. If Aoi had not been rushed to the hospital right away, she would have died.
It was graduation day and Aoi had fully recovered from her surgery. They were excited to see Aoi, even though they knew Aoi was now incapable of loving, at least Aoi was saved. That she's now alive and well.
Everything was great, except for Kiiro. He had just thought that he had developed some allergies and just brushed it off.
Kiiro was excited to see Aoi again. He did consider her dear to him. They stood next to each other during the rites and Kiiro could feel a strange sensation in his chest and had asked to meet Aoi by the school gate afterwards.
"Kiiro." He turned around to see the person the familiar voice belonged to.
"Aoi. Congratulations."
"Congratulations, Kiiro. Are you headed off for college?" Aoi smiled and Kiiro felt a pang.
"Mhm. I leave for Niji tomorrow."
"I see. Good luck!" Aoi beamed and Kiiro had his hand over his chest. Silence.
"I'm sorry, Aoi."
"Kiiro-kun—"
"I'm gonna miss you." Kiiro said softly before he coughed into his hand, clenching it into a fist afterwards, smiled at Aoi before he left.
Aoi was a little dumbfounded and kept her attention to Kiiro.
Her jaw dropped when Kiiro slowly opened his fist as he walked away. She knew it all too well. It came crashing down like an asteroid.
Sakura petals.
Kiiro fell in love with Aoi, but now that she was incapable of loving after losing her ability to the surgery,
It was Kiiro who is stuck in an unrequited love this time.
And when Kiiro was no longer in sight, Aoi felt no love, but everything was painful.
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7x08: Season Seven, Time for a Wedding!
Then:
Sam Winchester deserves better
Now:
Las Vegas, Nevada
Dean’s enjoying the company of a grad student just trying to pay her bills. (Dean, what are you, 10 years her senior? Plz stop, your wrinkles are showing.) (And you’re a big fucking liar. You more than likely dropped out of school because it was too boring for your smart brain and your dad made you skip school for hunting trips so it became a two fold problem of you not keeping up with the school work load and you not seeing a reason to care to keep up with the school work load --only!! You got your GED so you must care on some level. Please enlighten us, Dean. #endrant) Dean unloads a ton of Winchester angst on the woman and then gets a text from Sam. He’s four blocks away and he wants Dean to meet him wearing his fed suit.
Dean heads to the Little White Chapel (it has a “24 hour drive up wedding window!” lol) Dean’s suspicious enough of the place to pull his gun. He finds Sam. Yay! Sam’s in LOVE y’all and he’s getting MARRIED! (Listen, we know the problems with this episode, but I’m going to lean real hard into the absurdity of the whole thing. My personal belief is to read this episode just like Red Meat. BECKY IS PROBLEMATIC AND WE’RE SUPPOSED TO SEE HER THAT WAY. It’s kinda curious that we’ve never seen her again...kinda like this episode closed the door on how this show views those types of fans. Ahem.)
Just then Sam’s bride starts walking down the aisle. It’s Becky!
Dean is VERKLEMPT. He wants to know how this happened. “We met, we ate and then talked and fell in love.” Dean points out to Sam that it’s no coincidence that Becky showed up during their annual Vegas week. (Sidenote: Where are all the fics on Dean and Sam’s Las Vegas week? You know, the one where Dean meets a fellow craps player and there’s a friendly competition and a warm banter and somehow they end up back at Dean’s hotel room and maybe there’s a real marriage that they both forgot about and they go their separate ways and 5 years later Dean’s gonna marry his good friend Lisa to help her out for something and discovers he’s already married so he has to track down this mysterious guy Cas and whoops, they’ve got so much in common and well ---I mean, the story just writes itself.) She’s read all the books. She knows them inside and out. Sam tells Dean to take a moment to realize that this is real. They’re heading back to Becky’s place in Delaware.
Dean alerts Bobby to the situation as he’s heading out of town.
Becky and her new (and very attractive hubby) arrive at the Montgomery High School 10 year Class Reunion. Becky runs inside to buy tickets for the event. Also, she’s live tweeting her revenge plan it seems. She runs into Aaron Burr Guy (I mean, I’m not going to just breeze right past the fact that pre-Hamilton Leslie Odom Jr. was on Supernatural. WTF???). Becky introduces her good friend to her new husband (and Jared Padalecki is SO tall). He takes off to go inside and she runs to give him a hug and they exchange a mysterious vial.
Away from Sam, she reveals that he’s a witch.
Dean rolls up to the reunion just as Sam and Becky are pulling away. He heads to a bar. He sees a paper with the headline “Truck Kills Pedestrian in Freak Accident”.
At Becky’s place, Sam starts to break out of the trance she has him in, so Becky adds more mysterious juice to his champagne and forces him to drink. All is CRaZy iN BeCKy LAnD.
Cut to a baseball diamond where a dude is practicing hitting the ball. Another dude (that I KNOW has been in another episode of SPN) makes the ball machine go faster and then moves the ball machine over to hit the other guy in the head, breaking the fourth wall with blood. Lovely. #sportsball.
Dean brings his newly married brother a waffle iron (#bestgiftever).
Dean’s got a case. It seems the baseball guy is part of it. Turns out, Sam and Becky are already working the case. Dean points out that people are having their dreams come true in this town, and then he looks to Becky. Dean can’t get through to his brother so he leaves.
Cut to Dean wanting to work with Bobby, but Bobby has other plans.
Cut to Becky Rosen being a 28 year old teenager creeper. Ugh. Sam’s made them fake ID’s (twu luv) and says “check this out” to her. UGH. He points out another potential victim. He also notices her notebook of hearts and weirdness. But he likes it! Yay!
Dean heads to meet the hunter Bobby assigned to help him. No spoilers or anything, but IT’S GARTH!
Dean points out the case in the paper, but Garth needs to read Marmaduke first. OH GARTH.
They head to interview someone that just got a big promotion. Becky and Sam beat them to it. Becky and Dean exchange scowls. Sam and Garth exchange confused looks. Once in the interview, the guy doesn’t reveal much to Dean. Garth cuts right to the chase and asks if the guy made it to the top through “black magic or hoodoo.” Dean’s fake laugh GIVES ME LIFE. The guy admits that this isn’t his dream. Enter his wife: Hmmm. Dean and Garth catch up to the wife and Dean threatens her. “Why do people keep thinking I’m threatening them?” Oh, Dean Bean. The woman denies everything and takes off.
Back at Becky’s place (their place now?) Sam mulls over the evidence. Becky delightedly plots a romantic getaway when Sam suddenly crumples. Oops, better put that lovey-dovey vacation on hold until you can drug your husband again! She’s dismayed to see that she can’t give him a fix because the potion has leaked out into her purse lining. Wherps.
Dean saves the CEO’s wife from getting crushed by a falling light fixture at the company headquarters. Garth and Dean interrogate her and learn that she bargained with someone for her soul but lololol there’s no such thing as a soul so she got a great deal. Right? RIGHT?!! Garth makes plans to move her into witness protection - Garth style.
Sam’s doing increasingly poorly and Becky, desperate, beans him over the head with the waffle iron. Thanks for the gift, Dean! They used it already.
He wakes up in a Misery situation, bound to the bed. (note to self: watch/read Misery someday instead of just casually referencing it.) (Boris: Uh, yeah!) Becky fawns over him while simultaneously not freeing him. She then flits off to chat with Guy, panicking about the potion. “This isn’t the honeymoon I had in mind,” she says before amending, “Well, some of it is.” UGH. She frets about them not consummating their marriage yet and...at least there’s that.
Becky heads in to talk to Sam, once again cloaked in denial. Sam tells her that she roofied him (no I didn’t) and that her witch friend is the one killing all their victims (no, he’s just a wiccan). She insists that the killer is something or someone else. Becky PLEASE.
Sam tells her to wake up. “It's never something else. When are there ever two crazy things in town at the same time? Guy's the creep, and you're on his list.” Guy also fed her the line that the potion only works if Sam loves her “deep down,” to which Sam is incredulous. He tells her to untie him then, and in response she shoves a rag into his mouth. Yeah.
At the reunion restaurant, Becky meets up with Guy who starts to hand over the potion.
Guy pulls the potion back at the last minute. “Let’s talk price.” Becky learns that they are NOT in fact, besties. Guy’s price for Sam’s devotion is her soul. She recognizes him as a crossroads demon and, inoculated by her fan consumption of Supernatural, Becky sits tight and listens even after his eyes flash red. Guy LOVES reunions. They’re perfect for trapping people who are desperate to impress their old classmates or improve their lives. Speaking of desperate, Guy gives Becky a special bargain: 25 years before her soul’s collected if she promises to never breathe a word to the Winchesters about her bargain.
Dean and Garth bust into Becky’s apartment. It’s empty, but Garth finds a webpage open to Twitter on her laptop, and her feed indicates that she’s going on a trip with her “hubster.” Dean finds a picture of Becky holding a fish in front of a cabin, Garth makes a nonsequitur on the creepy nature of fish eyes (I love you, Garth), and they’re ready to track them to the cabin.
Becky returns to find Sam still tied to the bed. (Damn girl, who taught you how to tie a knot?) Becky mournfully reflects on her situation. She really wanted to prance Sam Winchester around to her ex-classmates. She calls herself a loser. Sure, Becky. That’s spelled F E L O N. She loved the message board communities and dating Chuck....life was good as a fan. She just wants love! Sam mumbles something at her through the handkerchief and she pulls it out. “If you want somebody to love you for you, maybe don’t drug them.” Decent Human 101, right? She pulls out the vial of potion and contemplates using it, to Sam’s horror.
Later, Becky nurses a drink at the reunion restaurant when Guy walks in. Becky missed the party, but she’s there to talk to Guy. She tells him she’ll agree to the bargain. Guy approaches for a kiss to seal the deal when Becky flicks a lighter and drops it to the floor. A flare shoots up and burns a quick devil’s trap on the floor, trapping Guy.
Becky tries to celebrate with Sam. Becky just….NO.
Dean confronts Guy, asking him how he’s managing to kill off all his soul acquisitions before their 10 years are up. Guy laughs and tells them that accidents happen - HE doesn’t kill them. His demon intern does. Cue the intern - the scraggly, hairy guy from earlier. Intern blasts them all across the room. The demon knife gets knocked aside but before Dean can grab it, Guy’s out of the trap. It’s looking bad for our heroes when Becky grabs the demon-killing knife and stabs Intern in the back. She passes it to Dean who holds the knife to Guy’s throat and tells him to release his last 15 deals.
“Oh crap,” Guy says, but it’s not because of Dean.
“Hello, boys,” Crowley says from behind them. Dean and Sam look worried but Becky practically has hearts and stars in her eyes. It turns out that Guy’s intern couldn’t keep his mouth shut and bragged about the scheme to Crowley. Crowley tears into Guy. “This isn’t Wall Street, this is Hell!” In Hell, they have INTEGRITY, and need to uphold their bargains or nobody will sell their souls to them anymore.
The Winchesters and Crowley size each other up. Crowley has nothing but the BEST intentions for the Winchesters. They haven’t encountered a demon in months, right? It turns out that it’s because Crowley’s been keeping them on a tight leash. Crowley is pro-Winchester when it comes to killing leviathans. “I hate the bastards. Squash ‘em all, please.” Dean tells Crowley to rip up Guy’s remaining contracts, and when he does so, Dean shoves Guy at Crowley. They zap out.
In Becky’s apartment, Sam signs the annulment paperwork and tells Becky that he won’t see her again. Sam’s a nice guy, though, so he tells Becky that she’s a “good person” and that someday she’ll find the right guy. I mean...I wouldn’t go THAT far but okay. We’re striving for rehabilitation here. Garth lights up and starts to smooth his hair. “No,” Dean tells him while I am yelling NO GARTH BBY DON’T.
Outside, the Winchesters say goodbye to Garth. “You don’t suck,” Dean tells him. Dean. Bean. He gets a HUGE hug for it and then Garth takes off.
Sam tells Dean that he didn’t mean what he said when he was roofied - he does need Dean to watch his back. Dean accepts the sentiment with grace. ���For a whack job you really pulled it together.” Dean. BEAN.
Sam also tells Dean that since he doesn’t have to watch out for him, Dean can start looking out for himself for the first time in his life. Dean is THRILLED at this revelation and by thrilled, I mean sent into a self-pitying tailspin. Sigh.
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Prince!AU Johnny
Johnny came home ;; #WelcomeHomeJohnny
1835 words | Fluff
Where the prince sneaks out to be come a street musician, not knowing an assassin was on his tail
2nd prince of the dynasty, knows it’s not his responsibility to be king so tend to eff around a lot (but like not actually effing anyone)
the only one in the family with the same mother as the crown prince, but vibes so much better with his younger bros: Mark, Doyoung, and Jaehyun
he’s responsible enough to lead an army and has been entrusted with the title of General the last time the country went to war, but due to war PTSD he decided it wasn’t a life for him–prince Youngho is a pacifist
Prince Yuta however loves the art of war so he took over. When Yuta left for battle Youngho gave him a handkerchief and cried while wishing him good luck
Youngho: come back to me my prince
Yuta and Mak: bro ur embarrassing
likes the art of tea, often has tea party and invites all the local maids and courtesans to have tea with him.
To others it looks like a harem but prince Youngho knows how hard they work and how rare it is for them to just sit and have some time for themselves, so forget what everyone thinks as long as he’s doing his job as a good master to them
a true romantic, loves poetry and a genius at gayageum (12-strings instrument, similar: the Chinese guzheng, the Japanese koto, the Mongolian yatga, and the Vietnamese đàn tranh)
all the girls love lining up outside his open chamber to listen to him play at sunset
even the male servants and soldiers sometimes come to see him play because he’s just that good, the emotion he delivers varies from soft melodic lullaby to vibrantly dynamic compositions
Prince Doyoung: maybe you’re better than me at one thing
he doesn’t play outside the castle!! because he’s afraid he’s gonna get caught, followed, or hunted by assassins since the country has a lot of enemies
But prince Youngho loves sneaking out with prince Jaehyun whenever their distant cousin from neighboring kingdom Ten comes to visit.
The first time was for fun. He plays the gayageum in a disguise named Johnny, out in a small public space, and he got so immersed that by the time he was done there was already a crowd gathering
and he loves the feeling of anonymity so much he keeps sneaking out even when his cousin wasn’t visiting
you were hired by the mother of one of the younger princes to assassinate Prince Youngho. You’re a pay-by-the-job kinda assassin and you just take the information from an anonymous bidder and carry out your job so you really don’t know who your real employer is, and they don’t know your face or anything either.
You were given the assignment to kill Prince Youngho, a pity really, you heard he was a good-natured man with no vie for the throne, but a job is a job and you figured once you get into the castle you’ll probably hear some bad things about him anyway, and maybe what he looks like you honestly have no idea since you were never given an assignment to kill royalty of THIS country before
this is the first time you’ve been in this kingdom tbh, but you made a friend already! the guy called Johnny that plays the gayageum first spoke to you after you spaced out listening to him play, and you offered to pay him bc street musicians have it hard ya know just playing day by day for a meal
and he graciously took the money but used it to buy you both food, which you were surprised by
Johnny was your first friend and throughout your time with him you really didn’t want to lie about why you were in town, but no one wants to be friend with an assassin
until one day on one of your scouting of the castle, you bumped into Johnny!
and you definitely notice how he was dressed in the finest silk robe of all the lands, even if he looks like he’s wearing chamber garment and taking a night stroll before bed
“Hey what a pleasant surprise! although not really, what are you doing here?” he inquired after pulling you over to a blind spot from the guards
you didn’t want to lie to Johnny again, but you didn’t know how to react after finding out that he was, in fact, probably someone of royalty seeing as he’s in the castle wearing very expensive robe in the middle of the night
but you couldn’t, he was definitely Johnny as he recognizes you, he was your friend, and royalty or not, you couldn’t do that
“Johnny listen, you need to get as far away from here as possible 3 nights from now. I’m… I’m telling you this since I trust you with my life.”
Johnny: okay thanks but what why?
but you don’t get to explain further because a guard was approaching and you escaped when Johnny turned around to distract them
the next 3 days you don’t see Johnny. he missed his weekly playing at the public square and you really don’t know why, he’s never done this for the past 2 months you’ve known him
on D-day aka the day you’re supposed to kill prince Youngho
you still don’t know how the heck the man looks like because the one infiltration to find out his face was interrupted by your friend Johnny, who may or may not possibly be a prince and brother of your target. The thought that you’ll have to kill one of his brothers kinda hurt you, but if he’d listened to your warning, he should be far away from the castle tonight
from the intel you gather, Prince Youngho is usually alone in his chamber on one specific day of the week (today), and you know where his chamber is so you made your way towards there, patiently waiting for the wee hour so you can take him out
what you don’t expect is Johnny’s friend Jeffrey to show up
he was accompanied by another person in robe, someone he called Doyoung, also strikingly handsome like the rest of the people in this castle apparently. Goddamn you really hit the jackpot with meeting all the princes did ya
Doyoung: this is ginseng tea, remember to make him drink it all, Youngho said he’s been getting these weird heartburns lately that won’t go away
Jeffrey: don’t worry I’ll force it down his throat if he doesn’t hehe
Doyoung: Jaehyun.
Jeffrey/Jaehyun: i’m kidding
oh no… oh man.. you really liked Jeffrey you rEALLY do he gets all your memes! but if he is indeed prince Jaehyun, then intel has it he was very close with prince Youngho :( oh no he’s going to be so devastated..
you’re getting sad on the job which is very unlike you.. But you know this is what happens when you try to get close to people as assassin. it hurts.
but what hurts the most is the voice that calls out to Jeffrey and prince Doyoung
prince Youngho emerged from his chamber.
You feel like the world fell upon you, heavier than when you were eight and thrown out of the house by your foster family because you didn’t “belong,” heavier than the boulder your master dropped on your shoulder when you were twelve and called it “mental training,” heavier and more painful than when Johnny smiled and you know it was a smile reserved solely for you
the shock hit you harder than it should, and as you tried to cope with the reality that you would have to kill Johnny, you lost your bearing on the roof and fell
Doyoung, stepping in front of Jaehyun: did you hear that?
Jaehyun: yes, but hyung why do you have a sword strapped to your waist we’re in nightgowns?
Youngho: call the guard, we may have intruders
Jaehyun: hey… isn’t that… someone we know? Hyung look
You got up as fast as you fell and tried to flee, but Youngho was faster, and soon he was close enough to grab your arm before you got the chance to escape
Doyoung, sword drawn across your throat: who are you?
Jaehyun: hyung relax, it’s our friend
you don’t know what to make of that but for now you gotta go, can’t risk another prince see your face good god you’re a terrible assassin
So as Youngho released your arms, you bolted into the shadows and parkour your way out of the castle
the next day you see Johnny at the same public space where he performs, except it’s not one of his performing day and he’s just there in disguise
and Jeffrey nowhere in sight but next to him is prince Doyoung, the scarier prince you’ve come to meet yesterday
Johnny: hey! glad you’re here, this is um.. you know who he is but call him Charlie
Doyoung eyes you suspiciously before turning back to Johnny: can’t believe we’re talking to an assassin that was sent to kill you.
Doyoung was right. You don’t know what to say because there’s nothing to say. Your relationship or friendship whatever it was has ended and you were sure this is the supposed goodbye before you take off. It was nice, albeit awkward, but less awkward thanks to a third person being there, but you weren’t used to goodbye. The life of an assassin didn’t permit you any goodbyes.
Johnny: Charlie im only taking you with me because you were worried for my safety. Now that we’ve established that, please go entertain yourself at the market. Jeffrey and Jason are waiting for you (Jason = Jeno)
Johnny, after Doyoung skedaddled: work for me.
you: what
Johnny: look, i know you were hired to assassinate me, but i don’t care. work for me or just stay here, don’t leave or.. or i will search the world to find you
You, an awk at emotions: ….dude can you even leave the castle as the prince? like?
Johnny: okay sHUT UP we do have strict rules regarding that but my pOINT IS. I like you, stay with me.
His words were sincere, there’s not a hint of sarcasm in his voice, and no one has ever said something like this to you–especially not after you tried to kill them. You didn’t think you deserve Johnny or the idea of having a life where you can settle down.. but as you look at him, look at the sincerity and purity in his eyes, you know he meant it.
you nodded right before he pulled you to an embrace and attempted to swing you around
Jeno: ah look there’s Young—Johnny hyung!
Doyoung: don’t run Jason hold my hand
Youngho, under his breath: damn that Doyoung always showing up at the most crucial moment
you laughed as he lets you go, but not before promising him that you’ll stay, as a regular village girl or as his new employee, you’ll stay in the kingdom for him
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Liar! Uncover the Truth Part 5 - Scheming Socialites Spin-Off
I guess the ritual is that the story always starts off with a cheating boyfriend lol! Heroine in this one and I guess the rest of her friends are all rich though. Rich people problems now? Well, that was creative… Using a planner to keep track of when he’s meeting what girls and then him actually having a twin to swap places with all the time on dates etc, and they’re using the heroine as the mould for an android girl they want to build? Yep, she sure found a wonderful cheating boyfriend. And so for the sake of the future of her family company, she’s gotta marry a rich guy they can do business with and her time limit is by graduation to find one that’s suitable for her, otherwise she’ll have to marry this cheating boyfriend that has a twin, I can feel how desperate she must be feeling already…
1st Liar HAHAHA, what is a professional virgin??? Textbook knowledge with no experience I guess?? Maan, they stole her bra? There’s an underwear thief going around? Yeah… That’s not fun. Btw, I dislike the heroine’s hair being down in the accusation portions, it doesn’t look nice… I’m sure they could have kept her bun hair and still make it look nice from the side somehow…😣 It makes her look so plain too :( LOL Hayato is such a pervert to steal her bra and bury his face in it just so he can visualise her breasts😥 Although, I have to say, I feel like it was unnecessary to put that virgin part in this liar bit, the story makes it seem like all virgins are like this and would do something like this and it makes it sound like such a bad thing to be a virgin, which is pretty slack tbh, especially since the main problem is that he’s a pervert lol. And nope, don’t feel sorry for him nor will I understand him in any way.
2nd Liar Damn, how awkward would it be to go to a mixer and meet your ex there lol, and regardless it sounds like a shitfest since the other girls are like your best friends so whoever goes for the ex is not gonna be in for a good relationship lol. Anyway, Nagi seems like a nice guy, lolll when he joked to the heroine to feed him. Hahahaha the king game is the best, it’s a common game you see in Japanese media where everyone has a numbered stick except one person who has the king stick and they can order whatever number to do something to another number or to the king e.g. when the heroine asked Shunya (number whatever) to flick the forehead of Anko (number whatever). You don’t know who is what number so it can be pretty romantic or cute, or funny such as when Koh (Yu) asked number two to kiss him on the cheek (since he’s king) thinking that it’s one of the girls but it’s actually Shunya hahaha.
Omggg when Shunya said ‘I love you’ to the heroine as part of the game but then privately messages her and says that he was serious when he said that, and then even looks away blushing after she looks at him once she’s read it. Such a flirt lol. I was wondering what the problem would be this time around, guess there’s someone in the group that likes to upload videos, and they uploaded the whole mixer party online and even had shots of the heroine’s panties when she stumbled because she was a bit drunk🤨 This person is very…🤨 But lol, oh yeah, Shunya was the one that always knows what’s on the tests, yeah I remember thinking he was dodgy for sure because of that, didn’t think he would hack the security camera to get this footage to upload though lol. And his “reasons” for starting to do all this was silly zzz.
3rd Liar Hmmmm, so this one is kinda about which rumour about which person is actually true? Not really buying the one about the gay guy, but I’m pretty sceptical about Akari after she gave the heroine the wrong time for the shoot and took her spot, it was the heroine’s fault for not having her planner and not knowing the time but stilllll, she does seem to hang with guys a lot and act suspiciously. Sounds like a long stretch for Mio to be having an affair, seems more like she’s buying stuff for her dad that she doesn’t see much or something.
Yay I’m right! Like, seriously, who bothers to type 15:00, totally a liar, totally meant the 5:00 so that the heroine would be late. But wow, she’s been stealing boyfriends, stealing jobs and sleeping with all these guys in the entertainment circle making it seem as if she’s their girlfriend but she’s really not😶 and now it’s biting back at her because the guys she’s been playing with are friends that regularly hang out together! This is why you shouldn’t play around with guys so close to you and could be friends lol. I guess reading the True end is better than the secret end for SS?🤔 Akari sleeps with so many men because she seeks the validation she can’t get from her father from them since her dad will never praise her and will always disapprove of her modelling and her appearance when she should be working hard like her capable brother that’s in the police force, but really, even though she works hard, her dad doesn’t see it or really care, so it’s pretty saddening. Doesn’t give her the right to play with the guys like she’s serious though, she should be open with the fact that she’s playing lol. Anywho, her problem, her life, still despicable to steal jobs, especially from friends, like wth, don’t buy or care about her story.
4th Liar Lol at the heroine meeting all the guys coincidentally and they’re all interning at Media Act (the setting in Office Deception). Right now tbh, Shotaro and Kaname are pretty unappealing so I don’t really have anything to say about them. Nagi seems cool but that’s all too. Tbh, I’m kinda hoping all the guys are a dud, she gets a best friend at the end and then marries her butler Haru🤣 I feel like he’s the only one she has a genuine bond with, the rest are so superficial lol. Hmmmm maybe Haru is secretly a rich boy! That would be nice, they were so cute eating the birthday cake together and talking about her internship. She needs to dump all those other guys and get with himmmm!
How scary for the heroine though. Accidentally stumbling upon illegal deals for guns at a party that you thought was just some fun😶 I find it so hard to take any of the guys seriously when they just all randomly confess like that though lol. Anddd it’s Kaname! Tbh, I don’t remember anything about this guy besides him being in the same club as the heroine lol. His True End on how he initially traded things his explorer brother brought back and then it becoming a big thing with him eventually going deeper and holding parties and then letting them get out of control because he thinks he’s “helping people out” by doing these people favours for them to trade there. Yeah, no. I have no idea how the son of a top attorney could be so silly and think so naively when it comes to illegal stuff that probably ends up killing people. It’s ridiculous. Outrageous. No sympathy, do not care, would call police on their parties but too scared that I’d get killed lmao.
5th Liar Hmmmm I think that a big problem that I have with this story is that for each liar, I don’t really know what the story is going along to and what is the problem with the “liar” until like the last two chapters before the accusation part where the heroine suddenly finds out some random problem, and right when she discovers the problem, she discovers the culprit too! It’s just so…bad in terms of how the story flows imo. Anyway, the story isn’t particularly interesting either too, since as usual, another guy confesses, she travels around Kyoto and then they realise someone has been posting her photos and details of her and her trip on a blog as if it’s her blogging.
After looking at the blog posts, it’s obvious that it’s Senri, he’s the only one that knows that the handkerchief is a Chinese peony specifically and not a tree peony. Sigh, I liked him the most out of the three personally. Well, Anko is cute I guess lol, but sigh, Senri, why are you a disappointment? Yeah that was creepy, Senri, your true ending just made me even more uhhh wth lol. I thought these true endings were supposed to make me sympathise with them but it just makes me even more disgusted with them lol. So creepy of of him to make a blog about her and all the things she does “out of love”, like dude, that ain’t love, you’re just obsessed and infatuated with her, you don’t even know her, you haven’t even talked to her since she was 8 like whaaaat. Not gonna feel sorry for you even if you cry, Senri. Totally disappointed in him. Anyway, at this rate, I don’t like any of the guys so I hope one of the girls is the one lol.
6th Liar Toru and Azusa are brothers?? Well, he sounds dodgy already. Uhhh Nagi knew that the water bottle had lotion without opening it? Can all the good looking ones stop disappointing meeeee!? I don’t like Sosuke or Shotaro either but I thought Nagi looked pretty good, sighhhhh. Why be a kinky fetishist and kidnap the heroine for, sighhhhh. Lol, I honestly feel like these stories and reasons are getting even more shallow as the story goes on, it’s just so…basic? Like, Nagi just found out he’s a masochist when his girlfriend slapped him when she wanted to break up, and then now he’s like this, it’s like uhh okay? What did the heroine do to make him so into her? Okaaay. Well, I guess it’s good that the heroine is open to reporter jobs as well, wasn’t sure why she was so keen on the magazine editor job specifically when her reasons for wanting it weren’t something only that job provided, but whatever.
7th Liar Right now, I don’t think I’ll be surprised at whoever is the traitor friend. I feel like it’s Anko just because she feels so fake? She’s way too sweet and nice that it’s impossible for her to be real! Mio’s cool so I want her to be the best friend🤣 Honestly not sure how safe it is for the heroine and them to pick mushrooms in the forest when they’re complete newbies relying on the web to see if these mushrooms are edible or not like hmmmm… That doesn’t sound very safe at all!
Hahahah, I’m sorry Anko, you were the genuine good friend LOL. I’m pretty sure Mio cut her finger on purpose just to interrupt the heroine’s conversation with Shotaro. Aaaand she did, no idea why Mio is like this but geez~ Lol, awesome, she loves the heroine and is obsessed with her to the point that she is willing to die together with her, yay, what a wonderful best friend. I don’t get why if the one she likes is the heroine, why would she get the heroine lost in the mountains by herself in the snow and force her to take cover in a cave???? Like, what if she slipped or got so lost she couldn’t find it and died? I am so confused and weirded out. As expected, Mio is so obsessed with her because she was the first person she met that didn’t act fake and genuinely wanted to be friends with her and liked hanging with her, she’s still weirdly obsessed for no reason though.
8th Liar Rental boyfriend?! Aren’t they all rich?? Why do they need to be a rental boyfriend??? I guess they might be disowned or something? Shotaro seems so suspicious though lol, with all the women’s clothing, earrings and credit card bills etc in his “house”, hard to not doubt him tbh. Although Sosuke with two toothbrushes in one cup is kinda hmmmm… I feel like it has to be Sosuke, he probably bought all that food he said he cooked (like why was it so expensive when she paid for half?!), and having perfume and toothbrushes just seems way too dodgy. Well, my gut feeling was right even if my reasons to choose him were not hahaha! So, he’s poor and ridden with debt from his father, and his mother got sick from raising him and his siblings, so even though her condition is better now, he hopes to get a good job or marry into money so his family won’t need to suffer anymore. That’s logical. I don’t blame Sosuke for trying to lie his way through to get the heroine for that reason, doesn’t change the fact that it’s something he shouldn’t have done since he’s blatantly lying to get her money, but it just shows how desperate he is I guess, considering how tough it must be to take care of siblings, work and feed everyone :( But yeah, anyway, still don’t like Shotaro and still think he’s dodgy and hope he is, so that the heroine can go with Haruki!🤣
9th Liar Uh, what? The heroine is going to be betrayed by someone she trusts and even though there should only be two liars left to pick from, they decided to add another two, with one being Haruki? Zzzz. I don’t know but I don’t like this format, it’s like suddenly introducing another two characters that I should be suddenly considering as a part of the liar story. It’s like dude, I barely remember this Professor Mori, why is she suddenly a liar candidate, at this point in the story, I’m not gonna feel anything even if she betrays the heroine😪 Only Haru is the one that consistently appears enough in the background for you to care if he actually betrays the heroine tbh, just because I feel like Shotaro and Anko are such superficial characters that lack personality, and I much prefer and enjoy the little things the heroine and Haru share every now and then with them talking so unreservedly with each other etc.
Well, considering the suspicious calls Haruki has made throughout the story and the only one you’d care about betraying the heroine at this point, it’s most likely him. I really want it to be Shotaro, but if we take the fortune teller guy’s words to be the truth with Anko being her best friend and Shotaro being the guy she’s destined with, then really it only leaves Haru and the professor. And yeah, the professor is such a side character that I doubt it’s her. Sigh, Haru, it’s like one disappointment after another for me throughout this story lol. Reading the true ending for Haru was tough, he’s had a pretty unfortunate childhood. He initially had a nice family with a younger sister and they all loved his piano playing, but then his parents passed away, he got shafted to relatives that used his piano skills to earn money, his sister fell ill and passed away too, and then he somehow got picked up by the heroine’s dad to take care of the heroine, and by staying beside her, he got to experience all those emotions he had lost. So it’s pretty saddening that they made him one of the “liars”.
I’m quite dissatisfied with Scheming Socialites tbh, the story, the reasons for lying, the personalities for the characters, everything felt rather forced and done in quite a mundane way. Also doesn’t help that Shotaro has such a cookie cutter personality that they try to make redeeming in the end by having the same interest as the heroine, but really, it’s so superficial. I honestly only really liked Liar Uncover the Truth. Office Deception and Scheming Socialites just didn’t have the same spark and didn’t have particularly interesting liars, and their reasons were so uncreative compared to the first, oh and I totally didn’t care for them at all, at least for the first series, I felt some sort of emotions towards each liar but for the latter series, I just seriously couldn’t care for them and just felt that they were ridiculous instead. I’m not even mad at any of the liars because I feel nothing for them, yeah it’s that terrible lol. So yeah, I would only recommend playing the first series and Itaru’s Lovers Route to feel complete haha.
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