#but i dono how else to thank ya for all you have done for me this year

[heaven-s-black-box]

Wright Anything Agency + Prosecutors Office= Chaos chpt.3

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Recovery date: May 27th, 2020

Description: The WAA's air conditioner breaks during an LA summer, so they go to the only place they can think of... the prosecutors office. Chaos ensues led by the youngest members of the Wright and Edgeworth families.

Notes: A entry series involving a descendant of a traveler, following the death of her mother it was determined Sky would be better off staying with Miles Edgeworth. This is an OC insert, the fantastical technobabble is just for looks

Related works: Miles adopts Sky, Trucy meets Sky

Chapters: 1 2 2.5 3 4 5 5.5

Word count: 1 904

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It was around noon when Apollo and Klavier got out of court. As expected, the verdict was guilty, so it ended rather quickly. They got out just as Trucy and Wright were preparing for their trial against prosecutor Debeste. With a wish of luck, the Wrights entered their courtroom and the other two left. Neither were looking forward to the paperwork. As much as they loved bringing justice to the world, they could do without paperwork. They stopped at a cafe on the way back to the office because coffee made paperwork a little easier. Apollo took the time in line to see what Athena was up to.

Athena June 23rd 10:47 A.M I found a case I wanna take Help me look over it Mr.Wright and Trucy have court 11:32 A.M Sure I’m at the sb by the court house Want something Not coffee Anything else Athena 11:34 A.M Nvr mind I got help And why not? Wasn’t that bad last time 11:35 A.M Still no Hurry up, almost at the front

“Tell Fraulein Cykes I say hi,” Klavier whispered in his ear making him jump.

“Were you reading over my shoulder? Don’t do that!” His voice went a little loud and he turned red when everyone turned to them. “Fine,” he growled.

Athena 11:36 A.M Fine  11:37 A.M Also prosecutor Gavin says hi Athena 11:37 I’d like a caramel frappe Sky wants iced  green tea lemonade and Simon wants a green tea Prosecutor Gavin? Since when do yo Tell him I say hi! 11:38 A.M That your help? Athena 11:38 A.M Yup! See ya soon! Also extra caramel  drzzle for me!

Apollo put his phone away just as the barista called next in line. Klavier offered to pay for Simon and Sky’s drink but Apollo just shrugged. His reasoning being more points to use on all nighters. Of course, Klavier frowned and reminded him that he needed sleep. Normally Klavier pulled all nighters with him, but he’d keep it to himself for now. Once they got their drinks, they made their way back to the office.

Upon entering the cafeteria, the WAA’s temporary office, they spotted the group of three hunched over a table. Athena was putting information into her mood matrix as Sky read it to her while both her and Simon gave their opinions. It was all theories as to why things didn’t add up and things they caught in pictures of the scene. Apollo set the drink tray down in front of them and they stopped their chatter to take their drinks. Apollo and Klavier sat in front of them and watched as they went right back to finishing up their talk. Apollo thought it was nice to see Athena taking on another case by herself instead of just assisting. 

“How do you drink that?” Apollo asked, cringing as Athena took a sip of her drink. “It’s like liquid sugar. Eck.”

“It’s not that bad,” she frowned looking around at everyone else who refused to look at her. “Oh come on! It’s not!”

“Sure,” Simon murmured.

“Enjoy your liquid diabetes! I got other places to be,” Sky cheered, taking her drink with her. “Thanks again for the drink Mr. Justice!”

“And where are you off to Fraulein?” Klavier turned to watch her leave.

“It doesn’t matter as long as I’m back before papa’s done!” She practically sang as she skipped off.

Athena laughed, “Well, I should go check out my crime scene. Thanks for the drink Polly.”

“Ya. Ya. Who’s even prosecuting? Prosecutor Blackquill?” He looked over at said prosecutor who shook his head.

“Payne,” he said. “I have a feeling Cykes-dono will be fine though,” he took a sip of his tea, “ she is perfectly capable of taking on a case herself and if she needs any help she knows she can come to any of us.”

“Wow herr Blackquill, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk this much outside of court. It’s quite unus-” before he could finish his thought there was a katana at his neck. Apollo started snickering beside him.

With nothing better to do, Klavier ran up to his office and grabbed his laptop to join Apollo in paperwork. By the time he returned, Blackquill had left to see if Edgeworth had any cases he could take. So, everyone was off doing whatever they needed. Wright, Trucy, Sebastian, and Kay were in court while Apollo and Klavier finished the paperwork from their case. Blackquill was off looking for a case, Edgeworth was doing chief prosecutor stuff, Athena was checking out her crime scene, and Sky was unaccounted for. Which may or may not come back and bite them later.

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By the end of the day, everyone started coming back to the office. Paperwork had been done, court had been adjourned for the day, and crime scenes had been searched. People were filing away the last of today’s work. Athena walked in drenched in sweat from the heat outside after her investigation. Wright came in exhausted and sweaty as well from his day in court and follow-up investigation while Trucy trailed him happily with a popsicle. When Edgeworth came down looking for Blackquill, he’d returned with no new case but more paperwork, he’d frowned and told them to just go home to take showers. This prompted the discussion on why everyone insisted on wearing long sleeves no matter the weather.

Their bickering was interrupted by a whip as Franziska entered looking for coffee and tired of the noise. Sebastian entered soon after with Kay and they were munching on swiss rolls from the courtroom. Normally, it was impossible to get everyone in one place, but it seemed this week everyone was as close as a pair of socks. Which meant sometimes people got lost, but they still usually ended up in the same place in the end. It was strange, and Edgeworth was more than ready for things to go back to normal. Today had been very quiet, and as he’d been reminded yesterday, that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. 

With the day winding down, the WAA reconvened to talk about what happened in their days. Trucy offered to stand with Athena on the defendants side if she wanted a hand and Athena declined on the grounds she was helping her dad. Trucy leaned over and stage whispered that her dad was boring and she’d much rather work with her. Their table started snickering while Wright looked like a kicked puppy. Wright and Trucy were pretty sure they would win their trial, but they were still somewhat uncertain. Suddenly the door to the cafeteria opened and in walked Sky with a cake box of pastries.

“I brought peace offerings!” Everyone eyed her and Trucy wearilly, Trucy raised her hands in surrender. “Oh thbbpt,” she blew a raspberry at them, “I just baked some pastries.”

Nothing was set off on Apollo’s end, so when everyone turned to him, he shrugged. If she was up to something, she wasn’t showing it. She set the pastries down and opened the box. They looked good.

“Sooo, you gonna have one?” Athena asked. 

“Duh,” Sky reached for one and Wright stopped her. Instead, he handed her a different one and waited for her to take a bite. She shrugged and started eating it giving everyone the reassurance to start picking their own and eating.

People from other tables had come over to take one too. The reaction was almost instantaneous, and she was glad she’d finished her first bite. If she hadn’t, she might have choked while laughing at some of the people in the room. Everyone reached for a napkin, which she’d been kind enough to provide, and spit out their food. At this point they were dying of laughter and Franziska, who’d fallen victim to her prank, looked about ready to kill her niece for the first time since they’d met. 

Based on the varied reactions, there were three types of pastries. Normal pastries (your usual eclairs, donuts, strudels, braids, and Swirls), Spicy pastries (filled with what seemed to be wasabi or hot sauce), and just gross pastries (Franziska was pretty sure she’d gotten a bite of Mayonnaise and toothpaste in her eclair). Of her intended victims she’d gotten Trucy, and Simon. So, not the best turn out. Out of her unintended, but pleasant bonus, victims she’d gotten Franziska, Sebastian, and Winston Payne. She was especially proud since Payne seemed to have gotten one of her test eclairs that was packed with way too much wasabi to be considered safe. She’d never really liked him though. 

“Sky. Alice. Edgeworth. What did you do?” Edgeworths voice was deceptively calm as he spoke.

After she caught her breath, she answered, “I didn’t poison them. Just messed with the treats a bit. Nothing wrong, I do stuff like this all the time.” She hopped up onto a table.

“Not normally one day after another,” Apollo sounded a little frantic. 

She shrugged, “ Ya, but I gotta take advantage of everyone being in one office.” She was swinging her feet back and forth before taking a water bottle out of her bag and offering it to Sebastian. He looked like he was about to burst into tears from the heat. The man gladly took it and downed half of it in one go, she did feel bad about him getting a spicy one. She quite liked prosecutor Debeste so she happily ended his suffering.

“You're not coming here tomorrow,” Edgeworth frowned. “This is too much. I will ground you if you continue to misbehave.”

“Fair,” she hummed. No one could remember the last time she was grounded, she always stopped before then.

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10:48 P.M Who wants to help me with a trick tomorrow It doesn’t involve fire Just knives Athena 10:48 P.M Shouldn’t you be sleeping And I have court And aren’t you helping your dad Kay 10:48 P.M I’ll help! Sebastian can deal without me Shouldn’t you be sleeping Thena 10:49 P.M Daddy can deal without me And ya Kay’s right You have a case Athena 10:50 P.M Nerves Sky 10:50 P.M Warm milk and vanilla Mkaes ya sleepy 10:51 P.M Then what are you doing up? 10:55 P.M Don’t ignore us 11:00 P.M Fine be that way Ema 11:01 P.M Look I got a long ass flight Stop blowing up my phone :( Athena 11:02 P.M Mute us or leave coward 11:02 P.M Ya coward Kay 11:03 P.M COWARD! Sky 11:04 P.M Sent an image Sleeeepppp 11:04 P.M You can’t tell us what to do! Athena 11:05 P.M Plus u r the youngest Therefore no say Ema 11:06 P.M They got you there Sky 11:08 P.M Go to bed I am not above blackmail 11:08 P.M That may work for the others but  whatever u have on me I have on u ;p Sky 11:10 P.M It’d be a shame if papa found out  what happened to his favorite tea  set 11:11 P.M How do you know about that?! Sky 11:11 P.M Good night! :) See you tomorrow Ms. Skye!

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[nad-zeta]

Christmas with Artem

Fandom: Tears of Themis

Pairings: Artem Wing x reader

Genre: Fluff!

Comments: Eeeeek!❤🌈❤ Merry Christmas to the cutest lil Neeeemoooo!🎄🎄 hehehe hope you have a great day filled with all the food, love and blessing!!!! Love ya lots cutie! Sending all the Christmas sparkles and cheer! @mareaderinsertfanfiction 🎄❤🌈❤

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Lights of every colour, yellow, red, blue and green, littered the narrow streets of Stellis as you and Artem strolled leisurely from the courthouse back to the law firm. Another case won. Celestine would most certainly be pleased, not that you couldn’t have done it without him there. Your talents and skills stretch far beyond your years—much like his own— but the ever-pestering Celestine thought it’d be a fantastic idea for him to tag along with you and provide you with some— in her words—“Christmas eve spirit and morale.” Cause who on earth would be crazy enough to work on the eve of Christmas other than the two of you.

Artem’s phone came to life in his pocket, he had ignored the first two beeps and buzzes, but with the relentless fluttering, he eventually decided to spare it a glance. A heavy sigh heaved from his chest, causing a puff of white to escape his nose, his suspicions as to what or rather who was pining for his attention was confirmed— the ever-meddlesome Celestine.

“Take the rest of the night off, and Christmas too,” it had said, well among the threats— for if he decided to go against better advice.

Light blues matching the frozen icicles hanging from the building’s doorways reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Looks like we have the rest of the holiday season off”, he trailed off absent-mindedly, dropping his phone back into his tanned overcoat pocket.

You stopped in your tracks, and Artem could have sworn he had just delivered the worst news of your life at the way your face scrunched into an ever-deepening frown that creased all the way to your brows. Hells, he had a tinge of disappointment too; he was planning on spending Christmas alone in the office, that way… that way, he wouldn’t need to think about how lonely this Christmas would truly be. Not that it bothered him all that much anymore, or so he would like to think.

His hands balled in his pocket, fingers lightly grazing the edges of a velvety ticket he had long since forgotten about. His fingers fiddled with the edges of the paper while the cogs in his head turned to cypher the best way in which to ask you on a “not date”—that is, of course, unless you wanted to go on a date with him, then “date’.

“I-in that case, if you don’t have any plans, perhaps you would be interested in going to the Christmas market— with me, that is.” As the last word left his mouth, a horrifying realisation finally hit him; she planned this. Honestly, receiving that bright pink book scratched full of relationship advice was terrible enough, and now this.

Thankfully, you seemed all too happy to join him at the famed Christmas market which caused him to release a breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

“Then- shall we go,” he turned on his heel and offered his arm with a gentle smile.

It had not taken very long to get to the giant marketplace, filled to the brim with all sorts of loud Christmas decorations and even louder people. Groups of kids smiling and running around with candy floss in hand. Older teens pouting and cursing at the latest losses in the rigged Christmas themed games.

Artem watched all the scenes unfold around him, taking it all in. The elderly couple two-stepping next to the fountain, the family of five laughing jovial as one of their own had just fallen on their rear in an attempt to ice skate and the brunette woman selling roses from her cart, firing up a Christmas romance with a stranger.

His hand bumped against yours absentmindedly, and it was almost as if he were electrocuted at the first sign of contact, brought back down from the clouds above. Why had you not said you were feeling cold sooner? His eyes shifted solely to you then, examining your every feature, eyes trailing the path from your icy cold fingertips up to your reddened nose. He smiled a lopsided grin then; you very much looked like Rudolf, a cute Rudolf, he might add— but as cute as that little red nose of yours was, he could have you freezing or worse, catching a cold on his account.

Without warning, he stopped dead in his tracts, tugging gently on that ice-cold hand of yours to stop smack in the middle of the chattering marketplace. Not a word was said as he removed his scarf and wrapped it securely around your neck, tucking and folding the edges with the utmost care— to ensure that it would do its job efficiently in warding off every threat of cold.

“Artem-, you didn’t have to-, what about you?” you began to protest, your finger curing around the blue and black woollen scarf with the intention of returning it. However, Artem simply lifted his hand in protest, halting you in your movements as his eyes crinkled at the seams with a soft smile. “I- insist, in fact,” he paused and turned to look behind him before giving your hand a gentle squeeze, “would you excuse me for just a moment.”

He quickly scurried off, returning moments later with two paper cups in hand, “I thought some hot chocolate would help warm you up and ward off the chill.” He would have liked to get something more nutritionally dense such as soup, or even more ideally make you something homemade, but alas, this would have to suffice.

He handed the chocolatey beverage to you. It had been topped with a handful of miniature marshmallows and a generous helping of whipped cream. Artem was not exactly one for extremely sweet things, but at that moment, he could help but notice the way the delicate flavours of cinnamon and nutmeg perfectly complemented the bitter chocolate and sickly-sweet melting mellow on top. This drink had perhaps just made it to the top of his winter favourites list or was it due to the warmth radiating from his chest as he watched you happily sip away at the steaming drink.

The two of you continued to wander around the marketplace, stopping every now and again to investigate the wares on offer, when out of the corner of his eye, Artem spotted something he thought you might like. Carefully wrapping his hands around yours, he tugged you towards a hidden alleyway. His broad shoulders blocked the destination’s view from you, as he continued to trudge forward before finally stopping. He made no moves to release your tiny hand as he stepped aside to show you the magical little lane that might interest you.

His features softened, and he wore a faint smile, watching the way your face lit up at the sight. A narrow alleyway filled to the brim with tiny fairy lights, highlighting passages of local poetry sprawled across the ivory walls. To top it all off, at the very end, a giant Christmas tree decorated with a thousand red bows stood tall, waiting to be discovered.

In the past, he might have walked straight past the scenery, thinking nothing much of it, only quietly observing it for a moment or two, before leaving just as quietly as he came. But it was different now, the world seemed to come to life, and a moment that would have felt otherwise meaningless before now was filled with whim and wonder.

An elderly woman wearing a bright yellow scarf and an even brighter smile handed the two of you a pair of lit candles as you slowly made your way closer to the tree, stopping ever so often to read each piece of poetic art on the walls along your way. Laughing merrily as you each made your own assessment and interpretations of it.

Finally, at the end of the alleyway, the two of you stood and watched the handful of carolers singing the olden hymns of Christmas beside the large tree. It was then that the clock struck 12, and Christmas eve had officially turned into Christmas morning with the group of characters all cheering and wishing each other well with hugs and laughter.

“Merry Christmas,” Artem said in a whisper, giving your hand a warm squeeze.

“Merry Christmas,” you returned, pushing yourself up onto your tippy toes and kissing his cheek.

Your melodic voice joined in with the carolers as their song began anew with the vibrant spirit of Christmas while Artem stood beside you, a snowman melting in the snow.

#tot artem #tot #tears of themis #tears of themis fluff #artem wing #artem fanfiction #tears of themis artem #artem tears of themis #christmas special #hope you have a great christmass neeemooo! #its not much! #but i dono how else to thank ya for all you have done for me this year #you are really great you know that! #gaaaaaah #okay no more rambling in the tags

[streaming-yn]

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HIIII it's 3 am and i'm trying to sleep but brain went brr with ideas n shit and oh well- thing is ; i was wondering if i could make my first request? (smth simple if u want to, no need to be very long or anything + pls don't rush nd take ur time AND don't feel pressured to actually do my request :] ! ) maybe smth ab faceless art streamer! y/n [they/them]?? (if u could add that the reader is like an indie game dev or works for smth like that u'd be sosososososo cool omg) with maybe quackity, tommy, dream, ranboo, niki and/or jack?? idk brain did the storming and its all messy hsdnshhfjsjz (btw! i know it's a lot of CCs so feel free to remove some or do the ones ur only comfy with !!! take care nd stay safe !!! luv ya <3 (/p))

AS SOMEONE WHO LIKES TO GAME DESIGN, CHARACTER, AND PLOT DESIGN YOU BET I CAN MAKE THE READER AND INDIE GAME DEV (and aaaa ty for adding jack!!! I think he's really neat and not enough people acknowledge him :))!!)

Multiple x indie game dev!artist!y/n

pairings: quackity, tommy, dream, ranboo, niki, jack manifold (separate) x indie game dev!artist!y/n

pronouns: they/them

other information on the reader:

. faceless

. knows how to code

. artist

. streams them drawing video game characters

. minor

. makes indie / horror games

form: headcanons

genre: platonic, fluff(??)

warnings: horror games / horror mods, ranboo enderwalk lore in his section

abbreviations: y/n -> your name

quackity

okay let's get the obvious out of the way; definitely going to be the type of person that's like "I'm going to play this game first after you're finished" yk? playfully ofc, n playfully fight with anyone who says the same thing (*cough* Wilbur, tommy, dream *cough*)

he probably wouldn't be on your art streams often – he doesn't really enjoy watching people draw, but he would want to see the finished pics

he would happily be on voice chat with you while you're drawing though!! :D

would be proud to answer any questions you have about character / scene / etc designs!!

"quackity!! so for this character – check your dms for a current picture – would red or purple antenna be better? also, two or four antenna?"

"*gasp* you're asking me?? 🥺" /j

"y'know what, nevermind, chat wh-"

"NO WAIT WAIT"

"so what do you think?"

also, if you do end up sending him the finished pics of the art he will hype you tf up !!!!

would try to get you make joke games – not like actually, it's just an ongoing bit between you two!

if you make a game for him – or give him a sneak peek of a game before anyone else he's going to freak out!! and he won't really know what to say bc putting feelings into words is hard

if y'all ever meet up and you're fine w hugs he's gonna give you a huge hug, hoping that makes up for the lack of words to describe how just,, proud of you he is bc he really really is!!

you're not even in your 20s yet and you can make video games, or help with them?? not to mention how creative you are with the characters and story line??? he's amazed by you

might actually cry /pos if you base a character off of him

like let's say a part of a puzzle is to get a rubber duck and place it into a pond to get the next hint or thing you need – only when he plays it on stream, he doesn't know anything about the game, so you're watching and waiting for him to get there

when he does get there – he finds out the duck has a beanie and has a white ring appear around it that flashes to life before fading out after picking it up, signifying it was the right thing to get

at first he doesn't really notice the ring, "oh! that animation is different than normal" he notes, but mainly focuses on the beanie, comparing it to himself before he glances at chat to see them freaking out over the planet duck reference

then he's just talking about it, shocked of course but flattered, and then you type in chat "you helped me a ton with things I couldn't decide during this game, I couldn't not add you! :)" everyone's just :(((( !!! /pos

overall supportive n proud, maybe a bit loud about games in progress, but just a really nice guy in general :)

tommy

he is ABSOLUTELY loud about your games in progress!! if you don't want something said you have to tell that to him before telling him or else he's going to brag about how cool it is the next time he streams

"chat!! chat, y/n is making this new game and they told me that one of the outfits you can collect for the player is going to be based off me!- right!! that sounds pog!!"

if he ever accidentally let's anything slip on stream that he was supposed to say, everyone who's a fan of you is just like "wow! suddenly! I cannot hear anymore!", sometimes they're like that even if it was okay to say

the just like being surprised :)

as for art streams, he'll try his best to tune in but obviously won't be there all the time! he's usually very active in chat too! likes being on call with you while you do art streams if you let him!

he once convinced you to make a texture pack and a shader (meant for both to be active at the same time), the fans loved it and a lot of them use it more often than the original!!

tommy however, not to much, proud of you bc that must've been a ton of work!! but at some time it slipped his mind that you make indie and horror games; I think we all know he doesn't do well with horror games

so you liking horror and such made the textures look more ominous and just make it look like and area you don't want to be in, and the spook goes up even more with the shader!! it's darker than usual, there's unusual fog, the portals look too dangerous now, so on and so forth yk

so,, tommy didn't use the texture pack for long;;

if you ever raid him after you're done streaming and he has a question, he's literally just gonna ask you on stream

"y/n raid? oh! are they still here?" when you confirm you're in chat, he continues "great! okay I had a question about your new game that's going to be available soon and how to download it-"

fans love how casual you guys are about game information, like you had to teach him how to export a game character he made on the website you usually make yours on (it was for a fun stream) and it was just a simple back and forth but everyone's like omg :((( omg them :((

also if you're the type of person to go insane over tiny details in other games, he will absolutely tease you for it

like you can just be going on and on about how this game had a sentence at the start that had a backhanded meaning by the end and he's just gonna call you a nerd (genuinely thinks is cool how much of the small things you notice in games though)

dream

COMPLAINING ABOUT CODING AND HOW HARD IT IS 🤝🤝

and if you took other coding classes hoping that I'd help with video game coding he'd just listen to you talk about it

"I actually took robotics for a while before because the school didn't have any video game coding classes and I was hoping it'd help either way" "oh?" "it,, it didn't help, it's so hard to code robots and considering how fast I caught onto video game code you think it'd be easier to understand the robot code" "yeah, that sounds reasonable" "NOPE,, WHY R THEY SO DIFFERENT I ALMOST FAILED" "D:"

fanartists like those moments, if one of those talks happen expect a bit of fanart of just dream and you chilling while you talk and he listens, the art always gives off comfy vibes n it's just cute :)

offering him to play a semi-rough draft of the demo so that he could see if it's good or what you needed to do to make it more enticing for the player

power duo fr fr o/

people like comparing y'all to hackers sometimes bc y'all know how to code???

you play into the bit with the fans though and honestly it's so fun !!!

fans: omg,, hackers (affectionate),,,

you next time you stream: hacker voice; I'm in

AND THEY GOT SHOCKED??? LIKE THEY FORGOT YOU CAN SEE THE STUFF THEY POST????

wouldn't be able to watch your art streams for long because he would get side tracked, the streams are just too under stimulating for his brain to focus on, but he'd hang around as long as he could though :)

would be glad to be on call with you while you're doing an art stream – though if he has is game sounds on you may occasionally have to repeat a question that was aimed at him

you're also in his streams when you can :)

also, you like sending donations to communicate rather than chat

one stream dream turned off his donos because you wouldn't stop giving him money 💀

being friends with such a popular creator and being a game creator yourself has it's downs as well

nothing thats too hard to deal with – the most common one is actually kinda funny – some people will slide in your dms acting like they're dream and just got locked out of his account, trying to get you to make them a game

like ??? do they think that dream would mssg you over Twitter or insta?? he has your phone number bro ,😭

also!!! when dream plays through new games you made he complements the small things and complements how hard something must've been to code :)

and I'm ngl, he kinda sucks with every game he plays at first but he's a quick learner so dw :)

would be glad to help if you're having a difficult time choosing between things too! except he'll answer right away without any teasing

"dreammm" "y/nnnn" "for this area should I do like shattered stone walls or mossy stone walls like with vines n stuff?" "depends on the vibe you want, shattered stone would give it a dangerous and uneasy undertone and mossy stone would be more of ominous, if that makes sense?" "oh! okay, thank youuu!!"

ofc if you didn't have a specific vibe or couldn't choose which was better he would just give a straight up answer so you didn't stress out trying to choose one \o/

would absolutely like being a guest in a drawing stream, he isn't the best at art or character design but it's fun to see him try

maybe you both plus some friends do a "drawing Minecraft mobs from memory" stream? ,, with that the thing is; his would mostly be relatively accurate if you could understand wtf he was drawing 😭

dream may or may or have some of your art as his phone homescreen, he loves your style so much :(( /pos

ranboo

first off; he's incredibly impressed!! like!!! you made this game?? this playable game, completely from scratch??? how??

also you may or may not have made a small Minecraft mod for him to tryout on stream,, little gift from you to both chat n ranboo 🤲

its literally all based off his lore,, if you get close to obsidian and crying obsidian fallen down from Undertale starts playing, if you splash water on yourself 1) you get hurt 2) your screen blacks out and when it comes back, your in a different place than before, some things art taken, maybe a few extra things are added

and there's a 50% chance that when you go into your "enderwalk" state (the blackout) you blow something up, so there may or may not be an explosion somewhere nearby, you also have a 20% chance of building something small in you enderwalk state :)

he found it so incredibly cool!!! chat was crying while complementing you while ranboo thanked you and complemented you over n over again

he won't shut up about how cool the mod is for several weeks, maybe even a few months, it's just so cool!!

will absolutely use it as a comeback if you let him; "oh? you got first place? well y/n made me a really really cool mod, so who's the actual winner here?"

will absolutely play every single game you come out with – it doesn't matter if it's his style or not – and he thoroughly enjoys all of the games as well

as for art streams, he will absolutely try to tune in every time he can!! active in chat and donos!!

doesn't really like being in art streams – like in call is fine but actually drawing? not really, he just doesn't love drawing in front of a ton of people

but will join an art stream if you ask

will listen to you rant about whatever, even if he doesn't understand it! like will listen to you go on and on about how well a game set up the atmosphere or maybe talking about how difficult coding is, and he'll converse back with you but won't really understand yk?

"ranboo I just played a really cool game do you wanna hear about it?" "yeah yeah- of course!!" "ok so like, the atmosphere was so well put together- like it was a horror game and I didn't even see the monster but the vibe was so well put together that it was still unnerving!!" "that's awesome! how did the atmosphere get set up the best and when you saw the monster, was it scarier?"

yk what I mean? like engages in convo so you don't feel bad about talking so much, plus shows his interest without the constant "hm?" "cool" etc a lot of people do and even though he does talk more than the acknowledgment sounds many people make he also manages to almost never sidetrack you and when he does it's on accident :)

if your way of learning is teaching then he'll gladly be the person you teach it to if you want! most likely won't use the information therefore his brain won't retain it but that's not on you, and the whole reason is so you can learn, not him, so! ^^

will make sure to take care of yourself, and he has a through way of telling if you have or not bc he's known you for long enough to know that even if you try to hide it a little bit of your tired voice shows so he knows if you've been sleeping like you should

also friends with you on discord, where you have your Spotify attached,, you like listening to music while you work on things that aren't sound related and if it's active later than it should be he's going to confront you

overall wholesome mixed in with a little pain bc both of you are like "ah yes, lore <3" and like to see fans cry /lh

niki

I feel like this is expected but if you need to get extra motivation she would probably be your go-to

she hypes you up but like, in a sweet and quiet kinda way, where as everyone else here would probably be relatively loud ;;

honored to be on an art stream if you invite her :')

and would absolutely watch your art streams when she can :D hypes you up in chat

also compliments, tons of compliments!

might call you a prodigy? bc you're so young but can already make games?? and make income off of them?? and do really good art??? and so much more??? like tell me that's not prodigy energy,

if you make a video game character based off her she might cry,, like in a positive way obviously but like at the same time :(( no don't cry!!

I say might bc it's dependant on how she feels that day yk? like she might just have the almost-cry wobble to her voice or she might actually, if that makes sense?

she genuinely loves your art style!! even if it's pointy and kinda creepy she really likes it!!

yk the "awww (name) :(" /pos she does sometimes? 100% does that with you

there are a few compilations of just "aww y/nnn" on YouTube and all the comments on those videos are just crying over y'all /pos

would be happy to help if you're stuck between some options in a game, but would feel kinda bad bc it's your game, you're supposed to be the one choosing the stuff

assure her that it's okay n stuff n she'll be ok tho !

I can't decide if she would play your games or not

bc on one hand she's a huge supporter of you and your work and would like to experience it first hand

but on the other hand she isn't the best with scry games,,

so maybe she'd do both? maybe she'd react on stream to a playthrough, maybe your playthrough? or maybe she would only play some of your games? I haven't decided so up to you I suppose!

jack manifold

genuinely amazed by your talent and will make it quite clear!!

can and will go on tangents about you on stream if someone brings it up

everyone is so :(( <333 /pos bc of it

will play the games you've made as soon as he can

if there are different games that line up in a story he'll make sure to play them in order :)

people also sometimes compare you two to hackers bc you code a ton and he kinda looks like a hacker

difference here is that both of you play into the bit, it's tons of fun!!

listen, I know he doesn't draw much but I am a firm believer that he will doodle his favorite character(s) from your games after he's done playing them

like after he plays a game of yours then expect a small doodle in your texts :)

you compiled a bunch of these doodles into one picture and made it you phone background and he only found out after y'all met irl and it caught the corner of his eye and he registered "oh hey wait that looks familiar"

he found out while recording the vlog n when editing, the editor was like "hey let's leave this in, it'd be funny if the fans knew right?" ,, the fans were crying for two weeks,, /pos

and speaking of drawings; he would like to be on a drawing stream with you, thinks it's be tons of fun!! :D

and he's usually free to call while your streaming and doesn't mind so if you wanna talk to him while drawing just call :)

and he will watch the streams he can make it to!! he may leave a bit early but he stays for the majority of it

if you make a character based off of him he's going to constantly thank you and brag about how cool you are anywhere he can

"hello manifolders, if you haven't done it already go download (game name)! I'm there!" with a ss of his character from the game and he'll reply to the tweet on his alt to talk more about the game and how much he really liked it :)

another that'll help you were you need it! he'll make it into a joke before anything else, but he'll get to the point

taglist (sorry i forgot to do it on the past two): @cvsmixplant // @l0ver0fj0y // @youngstarfishdinosaur

#asked and answered #request #headcanons #platonic!reader #platonic fanfic #platonic x reader #jack manifold x reader #niki x reader #dream x reader #tommy x reader #quackity x reader #ranboo x reader #streamer!au #mcyt x reader #streamer!reader #streamer!y/n #fanfic #headcanon #☁️ anon #game dev!reader #game dev! reader #artist!reader #artist! reader #platonic ranboo x reader #platonic dream x reader #platonic tommy x reader #platonic quackity x reader #platonic niki x reader #platonic jack manifold x reader #jack x reader

[silverhandy]

I saw the devil (in me) - chapter 6

Takemura doesn't believe in ghosts, not really, but a man driven to his limit might believe in just about anything. Trapped in a losing game and consumed by grief, he returns to Night City looking for closure. but ends up finding something much more.

ao3 I chapter 1 I chapter 2 I chapter 3 I chapter 4 I chapter 5

    When Takemura opened his eyes, he had no idea where he was, the apartment so foreign compared to what he was used to. The dissonance was almost enough to push the grogginess away from his mind, make the heaviness of his limbs less daunting as he looked around, taking in the surroundings. Right, he was at Viktor’s, must’ve dozed off at some point. At first, Takemura didn’t know what awoke him, other than the painful stiffness of his neck and shoulders but as his vision cleared, that, too, became apparent. Viktor was standing by the kitchen counter, motioning to take off his jacket, the snow that covered the material already melted and soaking into it, but froze halfway when he saw Takemura stir awake.

    “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake ya. Should’ve taken the bed, though.”

    “You did not wake me, I was just about to…” Takemura replied, motioning to get up, but what stopped him was a warning meow from the cat, still lying on his lap. It raised its head, clearly not amused by the disturbance. Viktor raised his eyebrows, a faint smile appearing on his lips as he grabbed himself a chair and sat down, leaving the jacket on the counter.

    “He likes you.”

    “Does he have a name?” Takemura asked as the cat stood up, clearly deciding it had had enough of its guest’s affections, and jumped to the floor in a swift motion, not even glancing at the two men.

    “Nibbles.” Viktor chuckled. “Before you ask, it was not my idea, but V’s. Judy...isn’t in the best place right now, said the cat reminds her of V too much, plus she’s leaving Night City for good anyway. Asked me to take care of it, so I took the little guy in.” he said, looking over at Nibbles, who jumped onto the counter, eyeing the bowls on the far corner of it and finally turning its gaze back to Viktor, disappointment clearly visible in its huge eyes. The ripperdoc shook his head slightly, a soft smile on his face as he engaged in a staring match with the cat, his eyes losing focus behind the tinted lenses as he got lost in thought. Takemura took the time to stretch, the aftereffects of a nap in such an uncomfortable position having stiffened his joints. He didn’t feel rested, more like he had been rather abruptly fished out of a tank filled with warm water. Then again, he didn’t think he knew what feeling rested felt like anymore.

    “A fine feline.” Takemura finally said, only to break the uncomfortable silence between them and to shake the doctor off whatever track of thought he found himself on. Viktor only hummed in acknowledgment, turning his gaze back to the other man.

    “Glad to see you settled in okay. It’s been slow at the clinic, so I thought I would drop by, just to grab something and see how you’re doin’ while I’m at it.”

    Takemura took a quick look at the little screen displaying the time, the digital numbers displayed on a small screen giving off a soft, blue glow. What he probably should have expected, what would have been just a moment of rest turned into a few hours and Takemura had already felt he had wasted enough time.

    “Thank you for the clothes,” he said, bowing his head slightly, as if his words weren’t enough to accent his appreciation. In reality, they really weren’t.

    Viktor waved his hand.

    “Don’t mention it. Figured you’d want to wear something that’d make you feel more...you.”

    Takemura let out a deep sigh. Viktor deserved more than half-truths and omissions. He owed him the truth, after everything the ripperdoc had done for him.

    “I was let go from the company.” Viktor raised his eyebrows at this sudden change of topic, but said nothing, allowing Takemura to carefully choose his words as he continued. “Completely and irrevocably. I refused to accept the consequences my actions have brought upon me and was punished for it.”

    “Letting you out alive was Saka’s idea of a parting gift?” Viktor asked, leaning back on the chair. Despite the calmness of his voice, Takemura could feel a hint of sarcasm, anger even, though it was not directed at him.

    “I would say it was the opposite. In their eyes, I did not take the chance to redeem my honor and have to live with that decision weighing down on me.”

    Viktor hummed and took off his glasses, wiping the lenses on the edge of his shirt. Even though Takemura never wore them, always having been equipped with cutting edge optics, a new set from time to time, long before it officially made its way into the wider market, he doubted cleaning the lenses like this was effective. It almost looked like Viktor was buying himself time to think about what he was about to say, though the silence didn’t last more than a few seconds.

    “And in your eyes?”

    The question took Takemura aback, summing up what he’d been thinking about in merely a few words. A rare thing it might be, an ability he never had, never needed back when his life was dictated by a clear set of rules and orders from people he accepted as his superiors, first in the military and then, later, by Saburo-dono’s side.

    “I...am not sure yet. I came all this way only to realize that what I fought my entire life to protect, to uphold might be little more than a vicious lie. It is hard to face, how replaceable I am. I had been selfish, enough to believe that after I cleared my name and helped Hanako-sama bring Yorinobu to justice, everything would be the same as before. How foolish of me! Before I knew it, the order of things I fought to help restore, one I have killed for, was distorted into something I could no longer recognize. And the scariest part,” Takemura hesitated for a moment, but it was too late to not finish his trail of thought, bare all his doubts to Viktor the way he would never dare to in front of someone else. “is that it might have always been like that. I was just too blind to notice.”

    “Must’ve felt like a rug was swept from under your feet. However painful it might seem, you are your own man now. You can forge your own path, and it’s only up to you if you see it as a blessing or a curse, but it does make a hell of a difference. Trust me,” Viktor said, a warm, knowing smile on his face. “I’ve been there.”

    Takemura felt curiosity rise in his chest, remembering the photo of Viktor from his Trauma days, but he didn’t want to push the other man, just as Viktor had not pushed him. As expected, the ripperdoc didn’t elaborate and Takemura didn’t ask him to. There was a time for everything and he felt it wasn’t it, not yet.

    “Thank you,” he said and stood up, walking to the chair to grab his coat and put it on. It wasn’t that late, he might still be able to catch Akiko at work, not that she ever left it. “I am going to meet with a netrunner, but will be back soon.”

    “A friend of yours?”

    “I would hesitate to call her a friend, but we did help each other. That account I mentioned, I set it up shortly before leaving the city. I never thought I would have to use it again, but as you say...better to be safe than sorry.”

    Viktor hummed in response. “Alright. Just watch your step out there, the snow is pretty nasty.”

    “I will. By the way,” Takemura turned around just as he was about to put his hand on a scanner to open the front door. “what did you do with that car? And the wakizashi?”

    “The sword? Still have it, but left it behind at the clinic. Do you need it back?”

    Takemura hesitated. Does he?

    “Not really.” he silently hoped he never will. “The car?”

    “Had to call in a favor to make it disappear. A real shame, it was quite a beauty. Your Arasaka buddies seem to have cleaned their own mess before NCPD caught a whiff.”

    “Of course. They always do.” and with that, he walked out.

***

    When he finally reached the less frequented part of Charter Hill, the little sunlight that managed to break through the dark, heavy clouds was long gone, giving way to street lights and neons tastefully implemented into the newly built, sleek looking buildings, even though right now they were obscured by the heavy snowfall that made Takemura regret he couldn't just drive there. Even the ever present neons and advertisements were more subtle, on par with the kind of life the people residing in the district were leading - moderately comfortable, a step up from Heywood, but still not high enough up the food chain to compare with those rich enough to reside in City Plaza. Takemura had eventually strayed off from the wide, open spaced pavements into a more dense area, navigating the increasingly narrow streets that exposed the true image of Charter Hill, the middleman district with nothing but a pretty exterior masking the rot that went too deep into Night City’s system to ever be truly hidden, revealing itself in various ways, from overworked corpos passed out the benches despite the grueling cold to the occasional bloodstain on the pavement, only partially obscured by fresh snow, one that the cleaners haven’t managed to scrub off yet. An organic proof of meaningless violence in a place that kept eating its own young and hopeful, entangling them in an endless web of favors and obligations, one that kept tightening and spreading all around the city. Even Takemura, on his first visit to Night City, out of money and resources, found himself entering the untold arrangement that kept the city ticking, indebting himself to people and indebting others for his sake just to keep himself afloat. Some of the favors he already cashed in, others he hoped he’ll never have to, but at least in this case he didn’t walk past the rusty gate to the netrunner’s basement with cautious distrust, as he did with so many others. Akiko was different, much more human despite the fact she interacted with the ghosts floating around the Net much more frequently than with regular humans. Despite that, she still had something that many have lost on lesser endeavors - a conscience and a heart to back it up.

    As he walked down the stairs, careful not to slip on the ice the water dripping from the roof has turned into, he pushed the heavy, metal door open, only a small name plaque an indicator of who might reside there. The doors closed behind him with a dull thud, one that almost made him jump as he walked further into the building, following the neon line on the floor, the only source of light in the otherwise completely dark corridor. Eventually, it widened into a large room, the netrunner the only person there. For a second, Takemura didn’t even see her until he turned his gaze to the server on the left side, one of many lining the walls. Before Takemura had a chance to announce his presence, the netrunner’s voice came, a bit muffled:

    “Yeah yeah, gimme a sec!” the woman muttered, her entire torso still hidden inside the jaws of the machine as she tinkered with its’ insides, balancing on one foot as she struggled to reach for the cable she needed.

    “No rush, Akiko,” he said, leaning on the doorframe, seemingly the only place in the entire room where he wouldn’t have to worry about tripping over or breaking something, the space was so densely covered with cables and spare parts spread all over the floor and running up, creeping up on the walls, some insulated with a dulled glow of tiny LEDs, basking the room in an unnatural, blue light. How the netrunner could work like this, Takemura had no idea.

    Upon hearing his voice, the woman jumped, hitting her head on the metal plate with an audible thud. Cursing under her breath, she finally emerged and turned to face him, rubbing the back of her head with a pained expression.

    “Takemura, you scared the shit out of me! Some warning would be nice,” she complained as she walked over around the partially disassembled netrunning chair to greet him, a smile on her face despite her seemingly cold tone. She looked different from the last time he’d seen her, her previously long, greying hair now cut short and dyed angry pink, reflecting the blue hues and creating strands of violet that danced around her face every time she moved her head.

    “I presume this means you have not expected me.”

    “After our last conversation? The only person I expected to see less was Saburo Arasaka himself. What brings you back to Nigh City? I thought you hated the place.” she said, stepping over a box of what looked like fried cyberdecks to grab a chair. “Here, take a seat, you look like you’re about to topple over.”

    Takemura sighed and reluctantly sat down, secretly grateful for the offer. The room was unpleasantly warm, servers towering one next to the other enough to bring the temperature up to a point where he had to shake off his coat.

    “I came to honor the memory of a friend and stayed to admire the scenery,” he said, his attempt at sarcasm met with Akiko’s expression softening. Takemura saw the way her eyes kept darting to his arm, bandage peeking out from the long sleeve of his shirt.

    “Shit, I’m so sorry. It was that merc that you worked with, right? I heard about what you guys pulled at the parade from a ‘runner friend of mine. With what came after, I thought you’d be back at Saburo’s side in Tokyo, so…”

    “Akiko-san, excuse me, but I did not come here to gossip.” he stopped her mid sentence, feeling a sudden need to cut this conversation short and get out of this warm, confined room into the biting cold of Charter Hill. The woman looked surprised at the retort.

    “O-of course. Whaddya need?”

    “That account I asked you to set up before I left. Is it still up?”

    This time, she scoffed.

    “‘Course it is. I have one of these beauties constantly pulling it in and out of the Net as we speak.” she pointed to one of the servers lining the wall. “Normally it would’ve cost you a ton of eddies to keep it buried as deep as it is, but I honor my debts. You helped me, now I’m helping you, no questions asked. Although…” she trailed off and crossed her arms. “I’d certainly appreciate it if you cared to share why the hell you need to cash that one in in the first place. Arasaka not paying as much as they did back in my day?”

    Takemura grunted. Of course, she, of all the people he got to know in this godforsaken city, wouldn’t let him off the hook that easily.

    “We had a disagreement of sorts, one that resulted in me being let go in a rather abrupt manner. I did not have much time to make preparations for such an event, hence I come to you. I need to get access to the deposit. Can you do that for me?”

    Akiko narrowed her eyes, clearly not expecting such honesty on Takemura’s part.

    “Well then,” she said, reaching for a port box propped up next to one of the many screens standing on the tabletop. “of course I can. Just jack in and I’m gonna walk you through it.”

    “I am afraid my personal link is out of commission for now. Is there any other way?”

    “Good luck getting around the city without one. You had a ripperdoc take a look?”

    “I did,” he replied, a bit annoyed at her pretentiousness. “Please Akiko, just focus. Is there any other way?”

    “I can put you through a neural port directly, but…”

    “What?”

    “You’d have to jump into the Net with me and to be frank, you don’t look like you’re at the top of your game. With no one keeping an eye on your biomon, I’m worried you could flatline on me.”

    “So I can either wait until my personal link can be fixed or come back here with a ripperdoc?

    “A tech savvy one at that. And someone you trust, considering what we’re doing here.”

    Takemura was silent for a few seconds, considering. Just a few months ago, he’d probably rush into it, not wanting to stall his progress any further, determined to keep things moving even if it would cost him later, but now, with the unexpected turn his life has taken, he wasn't so quick to act. If jumping into the Net was as risky as Akiko made it out to be, and he had every reason to trust her on that, pushing for it right now would be counterproductive. He thought about Viktor and how his work would go to waste if Takemura was to fry on the netrunner’s chair, so much effort on the ripperdoc’s part for nothing. Other than the need to pay Viktor off as soon as possible, even if only to make up for his kindness, since the doctor not only did not push Takemura to hurry but offered him a place to stay so casually, there was nothing rushing him. No time sensitive goal that required him to push himself far past his limits as he feared not only for his uncertain future, but for his very life. It felt odd, in a way.

    “Fine. I think I know just the right person.”

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #goro takemura/viktor vector #takevik #vikemura #goro takemura #viktor vector #victor vector #cp2077 spoilers #the devil ending #my writing

[mikarashis]

Vagabond - Chapter Seven

Vagabond - Chapter Seven

Season: Summer

Location: Hallway

Mayoi: ah, yes, indeed: the identity of the being behind these ‘rumors’ is none other than myself!

Souma: r-really!?

Mayoi: yes, there’s been a big rodent problem here in ES lately.  I think of this place the same as I would of my own body, so if something that isn’t supposed to be here is running around without permission, it makes me feel uneasy.

Ah!  I’m sorry!  Forgive me for being creepy and not explaining it properly!

Kuro: ...’s not like we think that, but anyway, keep going.

Mayoi: ah, right!  So, I’ve been chasing these creatures through the ceiling at night.  

There’s not a lot of space between the ceiling and the walls, so that would be the reason for the sliding sounds and the banging.

Souma: wait...then the strange ‘knocking’ sounds were also caused by that!?

Mayoi: I dunno if it was me or the mice I was chasing, but either way, the sound can be traced back to ‘mouse extermination’ in some way.  

Sometimes I have to come down, too, so it makes perfect sense that I’d give someone a fright if they weren’t expecting me in the hallway.

I’m used to people screaming when they see me, though.  I-it’s because I’m so deplorable, I’m sure...

Kuro: nah, that’s not the reason - I think it’s ‘cuz you’re dropping down out of nowhere in the dark.  Anyone would freak out a little.

Mayoi: they would!?  So it’s not just because it was me!?  Somehow, that’s a relief... ♪

Kuro: so, that’s the story?  It’s all to do with your little mouse extermination thing, yeah?

Mayoi: yep, yep, that’s right!  They’re pretty persistent; I definitely managed to catch some of them, but it always seems like even more come back the next time.  It gets pretty frustrating...

But I guess a lot of my actions have had unintended consequences, and so even without meaning to, I became the source of these ‘rumors’ ☆

Kuro: hey, now - since we’ve got our answers, maybe it’s time you address that instead of just the mouse problem.

Souma: that’s right!  We’ve been put through a lot of trouble due to these ‘rumors’...

Mayoi: uuuuu, I’m sorry!  By the time I realized, they’d already started to spread.  

But I think that if I get rid of the mice, the rumors will naturally disappear on their own.  

Hiiro: see?  Didn’t I say he’d be able to help?  

Besides, Mayoi-senpai, you’ve kinda been in a bad mood lately.  

Mayoi: I’ve been determined to see this through!  But the truth is, instead of a mouse, I’d rather capture a cute creature and keep it with me until the day that I die.

So then...I’d do it like this...fufu...fufufufu ♪

Hiiro: hmm, I think that mice can have a cute side, too.  Back in my village, we just looked at them the same as any other critter from the mountains, but it seems as if they’re really hated in the city.

Mayoi: eeeeew!  They’re not cute at all!  They only cause trouble!

Kuro: well, we do kinda consider them pests here.

Souma: in any case, we can also conclude that the ‘spooky voice’ Aoi heard was because of you.

Mayoi: hmm...?  I usually don’t say anything.  There’s no point in calling out to a mouse, you know.  

I mean, I guess maybe I could have done it without meaning to?  Or something like that?

Kuro: I dunno how t’ answer that, but if ya say that everything else was you, that’s a big weight offa my shoulders.

Souma: yes, this is excellent news, Kiryu-dono!  This way, you can concentrate on training without any worries!  Let’s be sure to hone our bodies as much as possible today☆

Kuro: yep.  If that’s everything here, we should get going to the dojo.

Ayase, Amagi - thanks for all your help.  See ya later.

Mayoi: so that’s what the rumors were about...I’m sorry that I caused all of this without realizing.

Hiiro: nah, don’t worry about!  Like you said earlier, once the mice are gone, people will just kinda forget about this.

Mayoi: right.  I’ll try to clear them out as soon as I can.

By the way, weren’t you going along with them?

Hiiro: nope, I just happened to run into them here!

Mayoi: ah, is that so?  It seems like something you’d be into...

If it wasn’t for that reason, why were you here?  I mean, not that you need an excuse to just be walking around ES, Amagi-san.

Hiiro: oh, that...I was following a ‘presence’, but they ended up getting away.

Recently I’ve always been like...catching something out of the corner of my eye, but whenever I try to figure out who or what it is, they just run from me.

Mayoi: ah, are you chasing the mice around, too?  That makes sense.  They’re fast little things, aren’t they?

Hiiro: a mouse?  No, it wasn’t that...I’m not even sure if whatever it was is a living thing, to be honest.

Mayoi: no, it’s got to be the mice.  That’s what I’m chasing through here night after night...isn’t it?

Hiiro: ?

#scout: vagabond #aoi translates

[kashmakash]

Of Trust and Promises - A RoNakshi OS

“I think you should leave Sona.” Rohit said, his voice hollow.

“Rohit, but-” Sonakshi started, only to be interrupted by him.

“Sona. Please leave.” He spoke through gritted teeth. 

Tears pricked her eyes, but she fought them. She wasn’t going to break down in front of him. She silently nodded and taking her mother’s hand, pulled her out of the Sippy household. She struggled through the car ride home, almost broke down as she reached her living room and realised she had his ring on her finger, and finally slid against the closed door of her bedroom, her sanctuary, as sobs raked her body. Fool, she was such a fool.

----

“Fuck!” He swore loudly in the gym as he punched a little harder than he should have. Rohit’s world had turned upside down. He was with Sona, celebrating their new life together, and suddenly Raima had walked in. Raima, his first love, had walked into his life, into his house, exactly four years after she was meant to. He had been shocked into silence, and then she had pointed her finger at Sonakshi, blaming her for the condition she was in. His Sona, he couldn’t fathom that she could hurt someone like this. He had asked Sonakshi to leave, not because he didn’t trust her, but because he didn’t want to take his confusion and frustration out on her, just as he had done so in the past. Raima had fainted, and she was now resting in his room. 

Rohit punched harder, trying to gain some clarity, but nothing helped. He took a deep breath, and walked into the bathroom. Maybe a cold shower would help calm him down. Except it didn’t. He walked into his room, took one look at Raima, checked her vitals and spoke to the nurse on duty. Once convinced that she was fine, he picked up his night-clothes and went to the floor with guest rooms. He tried to sleep, but it refused to come to him. 

He got out of bed, and walked to his mom’s room. She was the only one he could speak about this. She understood him like no one else. When he reached her room, she was sitting on the couch. Looks like I am not the only one who can’t sleep tonight, he thought.

“Mom, aap soye nahi abhi tak?” He asked.

“Tera wait kar rahi thi. Tujhe baat karni hai na?” She asked with a gentle smile on her face. He almost cried. Almost. “Chal, courtyard mein chalte hai. Tere dad so rahe hai.”

He nodded and lead the way. They sat on the bench, and he instantly put his head in her lap as she combed her fingers through his hair. The touch calmed him down, almost immediately.

“Mom, I am so sorry. Phir se meri wajah se aapka birthday kharab ho gaya. I am so sorry.” He sobbed.

“Rohit, koi baat nahi. Birthday to har saal aate hai, haina? Can we talk about what is actually bothering you?” 

How sweet she was. Always so selfless, he thought. “Maa mujhe nahi pata ki main kya karu? Ek taraf Raima hai, jiska maine chaar saal intezaar kiya, aur ab wo aa gayi hai. Lekin aayi bhi aise time pe, jab maine Sona se itne promises kiye, and I was willing to move on.”

“Is that all that is bothering you?”

“Nahi. Sona… I can’t believe that she would do this. But Raima explicitly pointed at her.”

“Rohit, tu Sonakshi ko jaanta hai. Ye wahi ladki hai jisne humari Pooja ke liye itna kiya, aur wo bhi tab jab tum dono dost tak nahi the. Humesha sabki help karti hai, no questions asked. Apne dil ki sunn. Kya keh raha hai?”

“Dil to yahi keh raha hai that she can’t do this. But Raima…”

“Har kahaani ke do pehlu hote hai Rohit. We heard Raima’s side of the story. Don’t you think Sonakshi should get to tell hers? Aur tujhe yaad hai tune Sonakshi ko kya kaha tha jab use police le jaa rahi thi?”

Akeli nahi ho tum. Main hoon tumhare saath - humesha!

“Rohit, be fair to both your past and future. That’s all that I can say to you.” His mother smiled at him. He got up, kissed her on the cheek and thanked her. He needed to go see Sonakshi, right now. “Kahaan jaa raha hai itni raat ko?”

“Sona se milne. I can’t let her spend the whole night thinking I don’t trust her, or that she is alone. She deserves to be heard. Please sleep mom. And happy birthday once again. I will make up for this mess, I promise!”

He then walked out, calling out for Ravi, who was ever present. Ravi grinned as Rohit asked him to drive to Sona’s house. Thank god his sir wasn’t being an idiot right now.

——

Who the hell was at the door at this time of the night? Everyone else was asleep, except Sona. She opened the door to the find Rohit, the last person she was expecting to see. 

“Rohit… tum yahaan kya kar rahe ho?” She asked.

“Tumse baat karni hai.” He answered with the ghost of a smile on his face.

“Rohit, I don’t think there is anything left to discuss. You asked me to leave remember?” She was trying to be cold, trying so hard. But the broken look on his face did not help.

“Of course I-” he paused. His ring was still on her hand. She hadn’t taken it off. A lump formed in his throat. “Look, can I please come in? I really need to speak to you.”

Sonakshi took a deep breath. “Rohit, you should go back. Raima needs you.”

“Raima ke saath nurse hai. Dr Dimpy bhi hai. Mujhe tumse baat karni hai. Tumse, do you understand? Please.” He pleaded, his voice breaking. 

Weak, she was so weak. She stepped aside, letting him in. They sat on the couch, awkwardness enveloping them. He didn’t like this, not one bit. “Sona, I once-”

“Sonakshi, I am Sonakshi to you.” She spoke, stressing on her full name.

“No, you are still Sona to me. And please hear me out.” He needed to keep his anger in check. Rohit needed to explain his behaviour to her, and she had every right to be upset with him. “Look, I once told you that I would never leave your side. And I meant it. Main hoon tumhare saath, humesha, chahe tumhe achcha lage ya nahi.”

“To mujhe jaane ko kyun kaha Rohit?” Her voice was suddenly thick with tears, and she hated herself for slipping so easily.

“Because I was frustrated, confused. My life had just turned upside down Sona. Mera pehla pyaar chaar saal baad laut ke aa gaya. Just like that, she was there, while I was just about to start my new life. Tum jaanti ho mujhe, pehle bhi tum par apna ghussa nikala hai, iss baar nahi karna chahta tha. So I asked you to leave. I needed time to clear my head.”

Sonakshi was stunned into silence. He didn’t ask her to leave because he suddenly didn’t want her? Or hated her?

“What the hell are you doing here? Tumhari himmat kaise hui humare ghar pe aane ki?” Suman Rastogi yelled. She was livid. How dare this man, who had so deeply hurt her Sonakshi, show up here. How dare he!

“Aunty main-”

“Get out right now!” She bellowed, stressing on each word.

“Aunty, aapko jitna chillana hai chilla lo. Lekin main aapse pehle bhi keh chuka hoon, main Sonakshi ki life mein permanently hoon, whether you like it or not. Kahin nahi jaane waala.” Rohit stayed put in his spot. 

Suman was still angry. “To dil kyun dukhaya meri bachchi ka? Kab se ro rahi hai apne kamre mein, pata hai tumhe? Khokle vaade hai sab Rohit. Chale jao yahaan se!”

The thought of her in tears because of him killed him. “Main nahi jaa raha. Kahin nahi jaa raha, not until you tell me what happened on the 26th of September.” Rohit directed his last statement towards Sonakshi. “Sonakshi, trust me. Like I’ve asked you before, please trust me. We’ll work this out together, I promise.” Tears were now flowing down Sonakshi’s face unchecked. He looked at Suman. “Aunty, main sirf Raima ki baat sunke koi faisla nahi le sakta. I need to know, from both of you, ki uss raat hua kya tha. Please aunty.” He pleaded. 

Suman could tell that he was being sincere, but she was still skeptical. “Aur sach pata karne ke baad kya hoga? Meri Sona ka kya?”

“We’ll cross that bridge together too, I promise.” He looked at Sona; he body was shaking uncontrollably. Rohit knelt in front of her, and took her hands in his. “Sona, please trust me. Please batao ki uss raat hua kya tha! I need to know. Main jaanta hoon tumhe, tum kisiko aise willingly hurt nahi karogi. Jis ladki ne mujh jaise khadoos ke haath ki choti si chot ko khulla nahi rehne diya, wo kisi ko aise hi road pe chod ke bhaag nahi jaegi. Please talk to me!”

Sonakshi looked at Suman, who nodded. He was being honest. She asked her mom to join them on the couch, and together, they relayed the events of the night that had hurt her so badly that she didn’t think she could ever recover from it. But she did, and the man in front of her had helped put her pieces back together. She wasn’t sure what would happen to them and their future, but he did deserve the truth. Hell, she deserved to be heard. 

Rohit bid Sonakshi goodbye later that night, but something didn’t feel right. And he knew what it was. He walked back to her apartment, and pulled her into a bone crushing hug the moment she opened the door. Her hugs healed his soul like nothing else ever could, he realised. Days later, Rohit would realise that this very moment, this very hug would help him decide which path to take.

#Kahaan Hum Kahaan Tum #KHKT #Ronakshi #This is just wishful thinking on my part #i know the next few weeks will be an ABSOLUTE trainwreck #to ye likh ke dil ko khush kar liya 😂 #musings

[queenofnohr]

Yan Qing Interlude - Death of a Certain Outlaw

Phew, this one was a doozy. Warning: This Interlude hinges on the reader having knowledge of how exactly Doppelganger and Yan Qing are tied to each other as well as knowledge of Water Margin. I try to give context in translator’s notes at the end, but…… yeah.

Only one set of options for now because I was supposed to put this up Saturday, but my internet was blown out for the last 4 days and anywhere with free wifi is quite a ways away. I’ll probably end up adding them this weekend (and for now the corresponding options are bolded)

If text isn’t tagged in brackets or with a character tag, it means it’s unnamed narration. (I also recommend pulling up a video or the Interlude itself cuz there are some cool effects (like the scenery being “glitchy” during narration segments))

Now that I’m done with uni, translation commissions are open for the immediate future!

―Doesn’t everyone have this thought at least once in their lives? That is - am I really myself? Can you say for certain whether or not you’re just a puppet, controlled by someone else? Maybe this world is nothing but a sham, and I am a being that only exists within the mind―

In this world, “yourself” isn’t anything that truly exists. Legends, myths - those certainly do exist.  Now then. ―Just who am I?

[in Shinjuku]

Yan Qing: *pant* *pant* *pant* …… The sky is dull, the water tastes filthy, the stench of blood hangs thick in the air - the atmosphere is altogether the fucking worst. The bleeding won’t stop. I’ve been cornered. ???: How does it feel to die? Yan Qing: Ah― it really is the worst. Laughing, sneering, jeering. And yet, here, in my final moments, doubt rises from the depths of my mind. In the end, all I wanted to know was life as a human being. Just who was I, really? I wonder if the man before me laughs because he knows. Yan Qing: Hey - who am I? ???: ……. ……. You are― I can’t hear him laughing. I quietly close my eyes.

[scene change, rooftop]

> We’ve come to Shinjuku again……

Mash: Communications are stable, Master. Allow me to explain the situation once more. Shinjuku, as a Singularity, has already been corrected. As such, no matter what strange phenomena might occur here, it will have no effect on the Human Order Foundation, however― One Servant Leyshifted to Shinjuku. Known as the Shinjuku Assassin, his True Name is Yan Qing…….

> Does anyone know what happened to Yan Qing? > Is it certain he’s in Shinjuku?

Mash: I have no other information to report other than that he Leyshifted to Shinjuku. Accompanying you as navigators are Cursed Arm Hassan and Geronimo. I look forward to working with the both of you. Geronimo: The pleasure is mine. Cursed Arm: Then, Master, where shall we begin the search? Geronimo: We won’t find him by searching at random. It seems we have no choice but to follow his magical energy…… Mash: Yes, and we have the tracking data from it. The problem is, at a certain point, Yan Qing’s trail effectively disappears. It might be because of increased interference on the part of the monitoring device, or perhaps…… Cursed Arm: Hm. Perhaps he suffered a grievous wound, or even perished. No, excuse me - I spoke without thinking. Please be at ease, Gudako-dono. Yan Qing is a strong person with high mental fortitude. In fact, he’s probably at his best running around this city. Geronimo: I suppose you’re right - this isn’t a serious enough issue to require fortune telling. I, too, will guarantee his survival. Cursed Arm: Then, for the time being, I’ll investigate our surroundings. We shall have a better chance at finding him with our options narrowed down. Geronimo: I suppose we’ll wait until you’ve returned. But taking our Master’s endurance into account, I’d like to finish this within the day. Cursed Arm: Haha, but of course. Well then, I’ll be back shortly.

> Take care > Be careful―

Cursed Arm: I’m grateful for your concern. But worry not. For we Hassans are one with the shadows.

[Cursed Arm leaves]

Geronimo: Then, for the time being―

[Cursed Arm returns]

Cursed Arm: I found him. Geronimo: That was fast.

> So fast!?

[scene change, streets]

Yan Qing: Oh, Miss~! Can I get a meat bun with whatever kind of meat that is? Thanks~.

> It really is Yan Qing…… > What the hell is he doing

Cursed Arm: When I saw him I, too, doubted my eyes. I thought - there must be a limit on how much one can slack off. Yan Qing: Oh, if it isn’t my Master. What’s up?

> Don’t you “What’s up” me!

Yan Qing: ? ……No. That’s right. After all, I just turned up without a word, didn’t I. Ah, sorry. I really am sorry, but― There’s something I must do here. I won’t let anything get in my way. Yan Qing (?): It’s no excuse, but I will not allow myself to be caught!

> This is Doppleganger’s power……!? > He shapeshifted!

Yan Qing (?): That’s right. I’m going all out this time. It’s all over if you catch me here, you see! Geronimo: He’s about to lose it. At this rate― Our best course of action is probably beating him into submission. Let’s go, Master. Mash: Everyone, please prepare for combat!

[battle]

Yan Qing (?): Sorry, but I’m out. See ya! Geronimo: A smokescreen……! Cursed Arm: It seems he stole it from someone while we fought. Mash: W- What should we do? He said he had something to do, but…… Cursed Arm: ……This is certainly unfortunate. Gudako-dono, let’s pursue him. Geronimo: Oi. Cursed Arm, do you know what exactly it is Yan Qing should be doing? Cursed Arm: Indeed, as it has to do with me. Now then, shall we head out? His destination is unknown, but so what? We’ll just have to go over this city with a fine-toothed comb. It’s a routine job for a Hassan such as I.

[2nd arrow]

Wandering, searching for that which must be done. Something that cannot be cleaned away, atoned for, compensated. If something gets in my way, I’ll eliminate it. Because my objective is righteous. Because it is righteous, it is for the sake of being righteous. I will take revenge on him. [scene change] Geronimo: So, basically, it’d be better to go after him, but…… If he’s disguised, finding him would be impossible. Then, what should we do? Cursed Arm: Not impossible - in our previous battle, I secretly marked him. It’s a cursed incense passed down in my organization. We only need to be near him to detect him. Geronimo: Oho, so that was what you were preparing during battle. Then we’ll be counting on you to guide us, Cursed Arm. Cursed Arm: It would be my honor, Master.

> Please guide us!

Cursed Arm: ……Hm. It’s faint, but the scent is in the air. It’s surprising that we’d locate him so soon. He’s this way. I’ll take the lead.

[scene change]

Geronimo: By the way, I’ve been thinking about our conversation from earlier.

> What are you thinking? > About what he “must do”?

Geronimo: Indeed. Why did he want to go back to Shinjuku? And you, Cursed Arm - what is it that you know? Cursed Arm: …………Alright. It isn’t something I should’ve spoken of so easily, but the situation being what it is, I happened to have a slip of the tongue. The truth is, in Chaldea, Yan Qing came to apologize to me.

> Because of the Shinjuku Incident…… > Apologize for what?

Cursed Arm: Indeed, because of what happened during the Shinjuku Incident.

[Chaldea flashback]

Yan Qing: Eyo, Master Cursed Arm. Do you have a minute? Cursed Arm: Go ahead and come in, Yan Qing-dono. What troubles you? Yan Qing: I feel like there’s something I need to apologize to you for. Cursed Arm: Apologize……? I can’t think of anything in particular that would warrant an apology. Yan Qing: But it seems like, because of what I did in Shinjuku, I caused you trouble. Cursed Arm: ……So that’s it. What you did certainly was described in the Shinjuku report. My name appeared in it, so I read it just in case, but…… It isn’t anything you need to apologize for. Living as an intelligence agent, disguising yourself to betray others is inevitable. Yan Qing: Maybe you’re right. After all I don’t particularly feel any way about it. But even if it isn’t in my heart, my body itches for it*. I must make amends with you if I want to move forward. And, if possible― I must return to Shinjuku to accomplish it. Cursed Arm: Accomplish “it”……?

Yan Qing: Yeah, you know that saying - “If you commit a sin, work to atone for even a part of it”? It’s sorta like that. Cursed Arm: ……But isn’t is enough to fight alongside our Master? You don’t have to search for atonement in Shinjuku specifically. Yan Qing: ……Yeah, I guess you’re right. No, you’re exactly right. Man, what was I thinking! Just forget I said anything. Cursed Arm: …………

[end flashback]

Cursed Arm: Altogether, I didn’t think anything of it, so I didn’t press it, but…… Upon entering Shinjuku, I remembered how I felt at that time. Even if I was smiling then, my heart was not. Yan Qing is still probably seeking atonement. Geronimo: Atonement, huh. But what the Shinjuku Assassin did has nothing to do with Yan Qing. It can’t be that way. If it were, as Heroic Spirits, our sins would pile up with each time we’re summoned. Even if we were talking about a hero from the Age of Gods, that’s an unbearable burden to place on anyone. To prevent this, we only retain records themselves, we do not “remember.” Mash: As a Demi-Servant, I have no memories from Galahad…… If I did, I think my mind** would wear down.

> But, Yan Qing……

Cursed Arm: ……That’s enough talk. We’ve caught up with him. The Hornet over there is Yan Qing.

[Hornet enemy type appears]

> Yan Qing!

Yan Qing (?): Gah, you already found me!? Geronimo: Yan Qing. Is what you seek atonement? Or is it perhaps retribution - to be judged for your sins.

[Yan Qing reveals himself]

Yan Qing: ……I’m not searching for anything. It’s something I must do, I’m sorry, Geronimo. I have to do it, or I will no longer be me.

―I have a headache. Proper Heroic Spirits don’t understand the agony grating against my soul. Is simply being killed a punishment in itself? No, I have to die more miserably than that.

> Yan Qing……?

Yan Qing: ……Don’t try to stop me, Master. I beg you…… I’m begging you. I have to die. Cursed Arm: You’re contradicting yourself. And you’ve gotten green, Yan Qing. If it’s a sin so heavy you must be killed for it, in order to bear it, fight― I can’t leave you as you are right now. You’re just a despicable greenhorn who’s lost his head trying to scrub away his regrets. Yan Qing: ……! Cursed Arm: How about you, Master? ……If you’re to accept his atonement, with the way things are now, it would be best to just go back.

> I can’t accept it > Let’s talk it out

Yan Qing: Unfortunately, I don’t have time for this……! ―Damn it, so it’s gotta be like this again.

[he turns back into the masked enemy]

Yan Qing (?): If that’s the way it is, I’ll take you on! Sorry, Master!

[two more appear]

Geronimo: Hmph, he can multiply himself just like a planarian or some seaweed. Mash: I think he just called for reinforcements…… Ahem. Anyway, prepare for battle!

[battle]

Geronimo: It seems he escaped while we were defeating the other Hornets. But…… hm. What do you think, Cursed Arm? Cursed Arm: About what? Geronimo: If the end is just? Cursed Arm: ―Of course. That’s why I came here, after all.

> What do you mean? > Perhaps you’re right……

Cursed Arm: Allow me to explain next time we encounter Yan Qing. He also needs to hear it.

[third arrow]

―It’s not here. It’s not here either. It isn’t anywhere. How strange. It has to be here. That person is still here, I’m sure of it. Ah, my body is crumbling. I can’t maintain my spirit foundation as Yan Qing. The sky is dull, the water tastes filthy, ???: How does it feel to die? When I look back, the Grim Reaper is standing there, waiting eagerly for me.

[black screen]

Yan Qing: What, so you were here after all? Cursed Arm Hassan.

[Cursed arm is in view along with the city]

Yan Qing: That’s right, I have to apologize to you. I killed you, I killed you, after all. No, that’s wrong. I was killed. I was killed by you. ……No, wait. Please wait. My memory- My memories are all jumbled up……! Cursed Arm (?): It’s already over, so it’s best to quietly accept it. ……. ……. We can never atone for our sins. Yan Qing: ……That voice…… No, wait…… Are you me? Cursed Arm (?): I shall answer your question with another. Who are you?

[Cursed Arm turns into Yan Qing]

[scene change]

> Hassan…… > Yan Qing……!?

Yan Qing: Eyo, sorry Master! My plan was to trick him, but it didn’t pan out! Geronimo: Hm. It seems you are the real Yan Qing. However, that one also maintains a Saint Graph comparable to Yan Qing. ……This one is at least able to laugh. Is the Yan Qing over there Doppelganger then? Yan Qing (?): Ah…… A- Ah…… AGHHHHHHHHH!! Yan Qing: Oi, oi, calm down, me! Ah, it’s no use. This is bad, I revealed my true form too soon!

[Doppelganger starts rapidly changing forms]

Mash: This is…… A Servant…… No, Christine……? As well as Hassan, Yan Qing…… It transformed into various other enemies! Yan Qing: Well, whatever, let’s calm him down, Master!

> So we just have to beat him! > Er, meaning……?

Yan Qing: Yup! Well then, me that isn’t me. It’s time you return to the place we can be ourselves. Here, the existence you must atone for doesn’t exist. So― If we don’t finish everything here, neither of us will be able to maintain ourselves!

[battle, then scene starts off with a screen blood splatter] [flashback, rooftop]

Cursed Arm: Guh― Shinjuku Assassin: It’s over, Hassan-i Sabbah. Cursed Arm: ……It’s my loss. Take this head of mine. Shinjuku Assassin: Huh? Why would I do a stupid thing like that? No, I’m going to copy your Saint Graph instead. Cursed Arm: ……! Shinjuku Assassin: After all, sooner or later your little Chaldea friends are gonna come to visit, and I’ll - or should I say you’ll - be there to greet them! Cursed Arm: ―So you stay your hand for the perfect ambush setup. You’re a Heroic Spirit worthy of the name Assassin. Very well. Then as a Servant summoned to this land, let me show you the depths of my will. Shinjuku Assassin: Oh, so you’re taking me on? The Big Shot of the assassin world. It’s an honor to be able to kill each other, Hassan. Cursed Arm: ―Dying without being able to do anything. I thought that would be my role, but it is precisely because I cannot do anything that there is indeed something I can do. Shinjuku Assassin: What……? Cursed Arm: ―Zabaniya! Shinjuku Assassin: Ha, I knew it! You can’t take my heart without any prep! Cursed Arm: You’re right. But this time I don’t need a copy.

[blood splatter]

Shinjuku Assassin: What……!? Cursed Arm: Kuku…… Looks like it was successful. Shinjuku Assassin: Your own heart…… why? Cursed Arm: It should be obvious. I believe Chaldea will save this city…… If that’s the case, then I am merely lending my support as a Servant. Shinjuku Assassin: Huh…… Huh……!? How stupid! All this for a hunch! You’re giving your life for someone you’re not even sure will come!? Cursed Arm: Of course. I was summoned as a stray Servant. As such, my mission was to save this city. No, it wasn’t just that. The will of heaven…… No, it’s better to refer to it as a mission. In any case, it’s only natural to become a martyr to that end. Shinjuku Assassin: ……! Cursed Arm: With my death, your imitation cannot be complete. ……It’s such a small thing for me, and such a large failure for you. To the person who will save this yet unknown city - farewell……!

[Cursed Arm disappears]

Shinjuku Assassin: Damn it……! What the hell! For fuck’s sake! That wasn’t for the sake of your lord. Dying for someone you’ve never even met……!? That’s such a fucking bullshit end……! Damn it, damn it, damn you……!

[scene change, looking at sky, still flashback]

―My Saint Graph grates against itself, crashes together. I was someone who once betrayed my Master at the very end, yet even so I still intended to serve faithfully. So, I understand completely. That Assassin’s devotion isn’t something that just anyone can live up to. How ungainly, how very enviable. Ah, it’s grating. It’s coming apart. Splitting in two. It’s being torn apart……! O, lord, my lord! Why did you rush so foolishly to throw away your life! You were smarter than that! Was it for the sake of some hint of glory? Is that unfathomable devotion in me! ……I don’t understand. At that time, fear pierced the depths of my heart. How could I oppose my lord, who saved my life, which should have been abandoned? I didn’t know what I should have done. Nothing, nothing……. Not even the slightest bit……. I didn’t understand anything at all……***

[scene change, present]

Yan Qing: ……And that’s the reason why. That person is me and yet not me. Doppelganger, an existence that should be a phantom. That’s why I could pursue them pretty easily. After all, I still possess some of Doppelganger. Cursed incense? Sorry, that was a lie. Geronimo: So you separated…… I don’t quite get it. Yan Qing: If I had to say, it’s a copy. Using Doppelganger’s power, Shinjuku Assassin could transform into anything. ……Little by little, I lost sight of who I was, until I was defeated by Master. This is what remained, but it was still connected to the me that was summoned by Chaldea. ……That’s right. We’re tied together. The report that I Leyshifted was probably due to the disorder at that time. He thought he was Yan Qing, and returned to Shinjuku again. And I couldn’t allow him to do the same kinda stuff he was doing before. I’m not the villain who controlled Shinjuku, but a chivalrous outlaw. Look, I’m a person with a strong sense of justice, right?

> If it’s you we’re talking about, you’re definitely an outlaw of justice > You mean a chivalrous outlaw of darkness?

Yan Qing: Wahahahaha. Thanks for playing along, Master! Yan Qing (?): Ah…… Ahhhhh…… I can’t atone……. I can’t redeem myself…… There’s only regret…… Nothing but regrets piled high, and I’m still alive…… I can’t stand it…… Yan Qing: You wanted to die, so you tried to kill. Because if you killed then you would be killed. Am I wrong?

[Doppelganger turns into a skeleton ghost]

Doppelganger: ……I…… I am…… I am****…… Everyone……. No one…… Because I have no self, I am no one, because I possess neither good nor evil intent, I cannot become anything. I can only live in the interval between darkness and whispers, no more than an unsightly phantom…… But…… Even so…… I wanted to- at the very least, atone…… But I don’t want to die either…… I don’t know- what to do…… Yan Qing: Oh, in that case, you should join together with me. I mean, I came to invite you, anyway. Geronimo: Hm, joining with a phantom? Can you even do that? You’ve retained your individuality up until now, but your sense of self may be affected. Yan Qing: It’s fine, it’ll be fine. I am me. Right, Master?

> If it’s Yan Qing, everything will be okay > I’m a bit worried, but……

Yan Qing: Righto! Doppelganger: I- It’s okay……? For me…… to be with you…… truly……? Yan Qing: Yeah, become my strength. And don’t forget the feeling of being driven mad, starved of justice. If this is happening, be a splendid outlaw. Doppelganger: An outlaw…… Someone with honor and compassion, who opposes kings, who can control themselves…… Even I…… Could be that……

[Doppelganger disappears]

Mash: Doppelganger…… Wasn’t exterminated, instead I confirmed it’s integration into Yan Qing. There is no disturbance concerning the numerical value of his Saint Graph. Yan Qing: So you’re saying everything’s fine? Geronimo: However, this is an exceptional situation. It’s probably best to receive counsel from Da Vinci upon our return. Yan Qing: Yep, yep, roger that! Geronimo: …… …… Because it had no ego, it wrought evil upon Shinjuku― Consequently, possessing a personality, Doppelganger has the potential for good…… It could be said that this is a miracle borne of the instability of the Foundation of Humanity. Then, Master. No matter who forgets, I want you to remember. By being witnessed by you, his despair and struggle become immortal. And in doing so, surely it will be his glory. Yan Qing: Yeah. For believing in me until the end, you have my gratitude, Master. Everything I do, is for the sake of my lord― For your sake, Gudako!

[end]

Notes: * The furigana reads “body” but the main text reads “Saint Graph” and the verb is “whisper” which is a major sort of….. clue, I suppose, as to what’s going on ** Japanese has a lot of words for mind/soul/heart/will with some of them used interchangeably. This particular word could mean either mind or spirit. *** Hoooo boy. Okay so the entire narration here is based off what happens in Water Margin. Basically, Li Junyi - Yan Qing’s lord who saved him (and thus earned his loyalty) - was lured into a trap and poisoned. Doppelganger, who’s sense of self is tenuous at best is overwhelmed by Yan Qing’s memory of it because of Cursed Arm’s sacrifice, and loses it. I have no idea if there was angst in the original text, but here Doppelganger/Yan Qing is torn up because he regards his greatest sin as surviving even though his lord (as well as a lot of the other outlaws) died.  **** Here, Doppelganger starts cycling through different ways to say “I” in Japanese (Watashi/Ore/Boku/etc) which is obviously difficult to translate directly into English especially since he doesn’t include any other text in these “personality” shifts. It is a cool thing in the OG text though in a short but effectual way to show Doppelganger’s lack of “self” ***** As always, whenever “outlaw” is mentioned, it’s the chivalrous type that Ya n Qing prides himself on being

#long post #fgo #grand order #my translations

[nekkyousagi]

Spear-Wielding Fools

A Sengoku Basara OC Ficlet by Nekkyo Usagi

@dearmadalice

Things had been quiet in the northern lands of Mutsu. It was a worrisome, false peace. Of course, the occasional message of clan heads gathering, and whisperings of new tactics behind closed doors, was typical of the times. However, since Toyotomi Hideyoshi’s death, whispers and gossip upon the wind were suddenly hushed, censored, and it was becoming more and more difficult to know truth from rumor. Still, the Leader of Soma was thankful for a bit of peace, even if it was forced. Yet, invisible political barriers had been raised, preventing any friendly encounters between allies or rivals. It had been weeks since he’d crossed paths with the men of Date, or anyone else outside Soma’s borders. With Date clan overseeing the goings on of Mutsu Province, Yoshitane had expected some news, but nothing had come from Oshu in weeks. He had assumed that all was well, since there had been no major call for battle since the Regent’s death. However, Yoshitane knew something was brewing among the vassals of Toyotomi, far to the South, in the great fortress of Osaka. Soon the call to arms would be announced, and he would have to be ready.

Stacks of papers lined the floor and low wooden table of his state room. Beams of late afternoon sunlight and long dark shadows from the slatted doorways and outer pillars of Soma estate, set a quiet mood. It had been quiet all day, only the occasional splash of a fish in the garden pond, the twitter of a bird in the trees, and the soft distant snorting of the horses in the stables. Yoshitane had been pouring over clan business for hours, lost in thought, when the silence was broken by pounding footsteps quickly approaching.

“M’Lord!”

Catching the urgent tone of the messenger’s voice echoing through the halls, Soma Yoshitane’s attention shot up away from the paperwork he’d been occupied with. Rising to his feet, he strode over to the open walkway as the messenger finally arrived.

“What is it? Speak!”

“Lord Yoshitane! I come with news from the land of Oshu!”

The Lord of Soma’s nostrils flared, and he nodded for the man to continue.

“M’Lord. Scouts have brought back news of a terrible fire that consumed one of the Date occupied fortresses. No one knows for sure the cause of the blaze, but it spread even to the outer storehouses and the castle was heavily damaged by a gunpowder explosion!”

“Gunpowder?!” Yoshitane huffed to himself at the folly of using such armaments. A sword or spear brings no such threat to its wielder. Powerful though they were, why men used such volatile weapons was still beyond his understanding. “Unfortunate…How many injured?”

“Nearly a hundred, M’Lord…” The messenger’s voice began to waiver, almost hesitant to continue. “The castle’s occupants suffered cuts and burns but…it was reported that many survived because a Date warrior entered the keep and pulled out as many as he could before…”

Yoshitane bristled. Most noble for the man to put himself at risk, but the expression on the messenger’s face told him he was holding back something.

“Before the blast?” Yoshitane finished for him. The messenger nodded solemnly. Yoshitane stepped forward. “Which man of Date? Tell me.”

“M’Lord, I-I myself did not witness, but the reports say it was one of the generals. In the chaos of the blaze, they saw a man of strong stature, with long hair, crimson robes and…” the messenger hesitated once more, as if afraid to say, for fear of how the Lord of Soma might react. “…bearing the motif of a Mukade.”

Yoshitane’s eyes flashed. The room suddenly went dark as a thick cloud covered the now setting sun, as if solidifying this ominous news. His heart pounded hard in his chest, fists clenching at his side. His breath quickened, eyes darting about as a terrible anxiety filled his heart. Almost a whisper, be breathed the warrior’s name…the only one in the entire land who had chosen such a creature as his decoration. “Date…Shigezane…”

Turning his gaze toward the horizon, Yoshitane fought to keep his voice calm as he spoke. “What was his fate?”

The messenger was now trembling, eyes fixed on the ground. Not out of fear, for the Lord of Soma was kind in heart. Surely the news would break it in two. His head drooped, as he struggled to finish. “M’Lord…the only word we have gathered is that…Date Shigezane-dono was…he was…”

Yoshitane felt his heart drop like a lead weight. Whatever the messenger had spoken last, Yoshitane failed to hear, for the Lord of Soma was gone, rushing down the hallway. Turning left and right through the outer passages of Odaka castle, blood racing, his face flushed with anger and fear, despair and disbelief. He’d done it! He’d really done it this time! Yoshitane had known the Date warrior long enough to be familiar with his reputation of putting his life on the line with reckless abandon without regard for himself. Whether it was to protect his lord or, in this case, those in need, he cared not for his own life. Though they were on opposing sides, he’d come to care for the man as he would a brother, so even the hint of such a fate for his rival, tore at his soul.

“You fool…!” Yoshitane choked between gritted teeth. “You, hopeless fool!!”

Marching down the halls, he neared the side courtyard, heading toward the entrance of the stables. Servants gasped and scrambled to move out of the way as he passed by. They murmured among themselves, concerned and wondering what had come over their lord, as he reached the end of the corridor and went to step out into the gravel courtyard. Before he could take another step, a warning voice echoed in his thoughts, drowning out the chaotic jumble of what-ifs and gruesome imagery his imagination had conjured up. A voice stern and deep, that of an older man wise in years but cold in heart.

The voice of his father.

“A true samurai and the leader of a nation cannot be ruled by mere whims.” The cool baritone voice echoed from his memories. “He is bound by duty and by principle, by treaty and honor. To let one’s emotions sway his actions is unwise. You must keep your heart in check. Do not put the land and people of Soma at risk merely for the sake of your own self gratification. Such is not befitting of a samurai.”

His steps halted. Now he was the one being the fool. The Leader of Soma could not drop all responsibility, jump onto his horse’s back and ride off into a neighboring territory unannounced! Especially going on little word that he’d been too impatience to clarify. What had happened to Date Shigezane was still unknown. Galloping off alone, leaving Soma territory vulnerable would be a fool’s errand. Taking in a deep breath, he exhaled loudly, forcing the clarity back into his thoughts. Difficult and painful as it was, he had to put the needs of the clan before his own. But Yoshitane knew the thought wouldn’t simply disappear. He had to know, but how?

A letter?! Even though he had suffered defeat more than once at the hand of the One-Eyed Dragon, Soma clan was currently on pretty good terms with Date. A letter requesting peaceful audience would surely be passed through, and hopefully granted, since the young Date lord was aware of the rivalry between his cousin and the Lord of Soma. This seemed the only solution to ease his troubled heart while still keeping his place. Yoshitane rushed back the way he came, the worried vassals and servants of the castle watching his ruddy form disappear into the twilight.

***

How many days had passed? Yoshitane had lost count. But the day had finally arrived when his letter had been accepted by Date house and he had been allowed an audience with the leader, Masamune. Under the guise that this meeting with the One-Eyed Dragon would make it possible to finally learn the truth of what had burdened him for weeks, the fate of his friend and rival, Shigezane. Though Yoshitane had to conclude that the letter of summons to Aoba castle he’d received was certainly not written by the Dragon himself. The words were eloquent, the calligraphy exquisite without foreign speech. He’d spoken to Masamune in-person only a handful of times, but his way of speaking was so strange, slurred like a gangster. So he half expected a letter to return to him scrawled with blotted ink and large gaudy words in that strange western language, looking more like a letter of challenge for a gang war than a peaceful audience between daimyo. Yoshitane mused it must have been Sir Katakura’s handwriting, knowing how his master’s wild outbursts needed to be filtered concerning affairs off the battlefield, he’d probably volunteered to take scribe of his lord’s reply. That man was truly admirable. Yoshitane looked forward to seeing his noble visage again, as he stood before the doors of the meeting room within the walls of Aoba castle, about to gain audience with the One-Eyed Dragon.

The meeting chamber was just as elaborate and ornate as he’d imagined. Everywhere, in the painted screens, carvings and reliefs all along the walls and ceiling were the snarling sinewy forms of dragons. All seemed to face out, guarding the raised area where the lord of Date sat. He was a man of youth and somewhat short stature, but his presence was overwhelming. Yoshitane tried not to let himself get too intimidated. This was to be a peaceful audience between clan leaders after all, rare and fantastic as that was. The Lord of Soma clan approached with much dignity and reverence, kneeled and bowed respectfully to the Dragon of Oshu, before sitting cross-legged in formal posture.

“It’s been awhile, Soma Yoshitane,” Masamune spoke in his usual surly tone. “Didn’t expect you’d get here so soon. Then again, you are right next door, aren’t ya?”

“I am most grateful that you have granted me this audience, Lord Date Masamune.” Yoshitane bowed once more.

This was quite the formal setting, but the One Eyed Dragon Masamune himself, was seated rather casually on the raised wooden platform, sprawled languid as a cat, leaning on a crescent-shaped arm rest, hair mussy and disheveled. His kimono collars pooled loosely, chest all but exposed, and gazed down at him like a grinning serpent. Yoshitane fought a huff in his throat at such informality. Quite the contrast was his Right Eye, Katakura Kojuro, who sat only steps away, the picturesque form of a fine samurai. Yoshitane almost sighed in admiration at his dignity and ceremony.  

“These days, we can’t be too sure about our neighbors. But, I guess you might be the exception.” The Dragon mused, leaning back slightly, a knowing grin playing across his face. “We both know why you’re really here, Soma.”

Yoshitane blushed and sat forward, his hands fisting the fabric of his pants. His nostrils flared involuntarily, tears started welling up, as he fought to keep his composure.

“Lord Date, I must ask you…the reason for my seeking this audience is…” Yoshitane grasped for the right words, as he fought not to actually start weeping before the Dragon of Oshu. How humiliating that would be!

Before he could say anymore, Masamune’s voice softened, deep and resonating. “Don’t worry. He’s not dead.”

Waves of relief crashed over Yoshitane’s soul. The anguished worried expression on his reddened face was probably enough to make any man feel compassion. Looking up he caught a hint of empathy on the Dragon’s youthful face, as if he could relate to that feeling of concern when it’s the fate of one’s rival that’s in question. “He’s in rough shape, but not bad enough to refuse a visit, especially from you.”

Masamune stood and motioned for Yoshitane to follow. “Come on.”

The Lord of Soma hesitated a little before following the two dragon warriors into the inner castle chambers. He had visited Date house before, but only thanks to the Dragon’s generous hospitality, giving him a place to stay when his territory had been confiscated for a short time.  Again the Dragon was extending a generous hand, even during these times of distrust and shaky ties. Yoshitane, though still cautious in the Dragon’s company, understood a little more why his friend and rival was so protective and loyal to him.

But where was he? They had walked the halls of Aoba castle, even passing by his room, but Shigezane was nowhere to be found! Worrisome thoughts began to crowd into Yoshitane’s head again, as they had that first day. ‘Rough shape’? What did that even mean? How much injury was passable in the Date army? Masamune himself had cut out his own eye as a child and thought nothing of it, or so the rumors went. Shigezane had never clarified that incident since it was a sore subject. There had been an explosion, so even though Shigezane had not perished, how bad was his condition really? And why couldn’t anyone find him? Even Masamune was beginning to get annoyed.

“I told him you were coming,” the Dragon grumbled. “Thought for sure he’d come running to see you as soon as you got here.”

“Perhaps he does not wish to have a visitor, Lord Masamune. Or did you neglect to ask him?” Kojuro questioned.

“Would it’ve mattered if I asked him? He’s been in such a depressing funk since he got back here, I thought lettin’ Soma in would help him get outta it!” Masamune snapped back, obviously irritated and concerned for his cousin.

Yoshitane followed them quietly, when he felt a tug at the back of his coat. Turning around, he caught the wide eyes of Kotori, Shigezane’s young daughter.

“Oh! Yoshi, it is you! You’re really here!” she smiled, swinging his coat back and forth in her small hands.

“M-Miss Kotori!” Yoshitane blurted out, huffing in surprise. “Yes, yes I am. It is so good to see you!”

Masamune and Kojuro turned at the sound of her voice. “Kotori!” Masamune knelt down and picked her up in his arms. “Where have you been? And where is your no-good dad?”

Kotori played with her braids, twirling them, and replied, “Papa is playing hide and seek. Bet you can’t find him.”

Masamune’s expression softened, “We’ve been looking for a long time, Kotori. But the game is over now and we need to see him. Do you know where he is?”

“Uh-huh! I’ll show you!”

Moments later, they had all come to a dimly lit spare room in a corner of the keep, used for storing guest futons and blankets. Kotori skipped inside, and passed through the piles of dusty linens. Stopping in front of a back closet, she opened the sliding door, and a loud squeaking yelp came from inside. Soft muffles of protest came from beneath a pile of blankets as Kotori giggled, pointing behind her and saying sweetly, “Papa, you’re so good at hiding nobody couldn’t find you! But I knew where you were. Hee hee.”

“Heheh, yeah,” came a nervous laugh. “You are so good, Kotori! There’s nothing in this castle you can’t find, is there?”

Light flooded the room, and Yoshitane finally caught sight of him. Coming out from underneath a pile of heavy blankets was Date Shigezane. Dark circles stood out from the pale skin under his once vibrant amber eyes. The parts of him not covered by his dark blue kimono, were blotched and red with burn marks. His right arm hung lifeless in a cloth sling, bandaged all the way to his shoulder. The right hand was wrapped in thick dressing, suggesting even more damage to his fingers. Had they been burned off in the fire? And finally, Shigezane’s long, flowing golden locks were missing. His hair was shaven down to a brown fuzz, razored nearly as close as a newly pledged monk’s.

Placing his good hand behind his head, Shigezane smiled sadly. “H-hey there Bon…Tsuna…Yoshitane...”

The Soma leader’s eyes darkened, hidden behind his thick bangs, his fists clenched. Never before in his life had Yoshitane wanted to beat someone into the ground for their stupidity, until now! Masamune and Kojuro decided to take their leave, since apparently they had already spoken to Shigezane at some length since the day of the accident. It was time for the rivals to have their reunion. Even Kotori was sent away by her father, gently, to go play in the gardens, since they needed to speak alone.  

Yoshitane trembled with anger at this man’s foolishness, unsure of what to say or even where to start. But it was the man of Date who broke the silence.

“I know what you’re going to say,” said Shigezane, placing a hand over his injured one. “It’s what everyone’s been saying to me since I made it back here. You idiot~! Why did you do that? You could’ve been killed!” His voice broke, stammering with guilt. “You have a daughter! You should be more responsible with your life!”

The quiver in his voice changed to cynical laughter. “Heh…telling me things I already know. But…what was I supposed to do? Let all those people die? I had to do something! I...I had to be…of some use…” Shigezane had kept his eyes low, not meeting the Lord of Soma’s gaze. He must have been filled with shame and guilt, as he looked at his bandaged arm.

“Heheh…but just look at me. Look at me, Yoshitane! I’m broken, just a broken tool! I can’t protect anyone now! Of what use can I be to him now? Of what use am I…to anyone now?”

Tears streamed down Shigezane’s face, and he didn’t bother to wipe them away. Darkness had come over his heart, almost as if he wished he had died in that fire instead of living on, powerless with such grave injuries. Who knows if he would be able to move his right arm ever again?

“I’m glad you came to see me, but…you might as well forget us being rivals,” the Date warrior rasped. “Since I’m unable to fight you anymore. I’m sorry, Yoshitane. I’m so…so sorry….” His voice broke as he began to sob.

The two men had not moved at all since Shigezane had been found. Yoshitane stood like a statue, unmoving, a shadow in the dimly lit room, Shigezane against the wall, light spilling over his form like a glow. He appeared almost as a specter in the pale light. Perhaps he was dead and had appeared as a phantom to bid the Soma warrior a final farewell. If this is what being torn in two felt like, then he wished it upon no one, for Yoshitane felt such pain in his soul. What had happened to the insufferable jokester, the taunting challenger, the energetic fool? Where was his vibrant friend, so full of life and joy? He had feared far worse had happened to the man. That the explosion had severed an arm, a leg, left him without sight or hearing, left him with deep bleeding wounds, or paralyzed. And for his friend to think he had come all this way just to reprimand him! At first he had wanted to, fought the urge to beat him over the head with his fists, but seeing him like this, hearing such sad words. His current state was a self-inflicted punishment, and it was enough.

Yoshitane stepped forward finally, coming closer and kneeling down before the dejected man. He huffed loudly, shaking his head. “…What a thing to say.”

Gently, Yoshitane leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the broken man, and embraced him, gripping firmly with strong arms, careful not to press too hard onto his injury. Yoshitane was never good with words, and even though he viewed such close contact as reserved for those with closer bonds, he was convinced that this was what Shigezane needed. It was what he needed as well. He could feel the man was real, there right in front of him. He wasn’t a ghost or a phantom, or a conjuring from grief-stricken clansmen. He was alive. Date Shigezane was still alive! He could feel the beating of his heart, the heat from his blood, the dampness of his tears. Finally the barriers burst, and Yoshitane started crying with profound relief.  Inhaling sharply, trying to regain some level of composure, Yoshitane pulled away from Shigezane, holding him at arm’s length, hands firmly on his shoulders, finally catching the other man’s amber gaze.

“You are ‘Mukade’,” Yoshitane huffed between sniffles.  “If a mighty centipede loses one of its limbs, it has many other legs to stand on.” He squeezed the man’s shoulder firmly. “And you are the ‘Spear of Date’. We both are spear wielders and know this well. Even if the handle of a spear should break, you would not throw it away. It can still be used in battle! It is not worthless…” Yoshitane’s eyebrows knitted together as he felt another surge of emotion, his face reddening even more. “You…are not worthless.”

A light came back into those amber eyes. The trembling stopped, as Shigezane looked back at him soundlessly. Now his face was red. Yoshitane smiled warmly at seeing his friend slowly returning.

“And I would have no other as my rival.”

Reeling back a little from such an emotional exchange, the two men sat back away from each other, absorbing everything in silence. Shigezane was most likely weakened, not only from his injuries, but perhaps he had not eaten sufficiently in some days. Yoshitane noticed thinness to his chest and arms through the folds of his kimono as he’d embraced him. Suddenly he started feeling a bit self conscious about the whole thing, but warmth had begun to bloom again in Shigezane’s heart, and Yoshitane heard his rival’s signature chuckle at last.

Cocking his head to the side, still swathed in blankets and looking a mess, Shigezane grinned and jabbed at the Soma warrior. “Well, I guess you’re stuck with me, since you keep getting’ your butt kicked by Masamune! Bet you wet your pants in there, with all those Dragons staring you down! Heh ha!”

Caught totally by surprise, Yoshitane huffed angrily, shocked at his friend’s sudden recovery and incorrigible words. “Huffuff! They were merely statues! Had the Mikado himself been there, he would have been impressed with my composure!” Yoshitane pulled at the collars of his coat, puffing his chest.

“Haha, I wasn’t talking about the statues…Bachi-yaro.”

Yoshitane’s eyes widened at that remark, and one could almost see his wild red hair standing up like hackles. Shigezane laughed playfully, though still a bit weak, and the Soma warrior remembered to take such remarks with salt. This stupid fool could rile him into a frenzy and worry him to a fault…

“Did you really have to cut your hair off like that?! You look ridiculous!”

“Ah, what do you know about style anyway?! My name ain’t Date for nothing! I can rock any look, and you know it!”

Yoshitane had to laugh at that. “Well, if we are to fight again as proper rivals, then you’ll need to strengthen that left arm of yours!”

“Wha~?” Shigezane moaned.

“Other than you, there are no good spear-wielders in this camp of hooligans! Besides, it seems that your Lord Date has given me charge to…ah…how did he say it? “Get you outta your f…fu-fu-n-k…” Yoshitane grumbled under his breath. “F-u-nk…Funk…?! What even is that?” then snapped back. “Ah...out of your ‘crest-fallen state’!! Now UP, Shigezane!” With sheer brute strength, Yoshitane lifted him at the waist, standing him up on his feet, and motioned to the doorway. “Let us go into the courtyard. No time to waste!”

“You must be outta your mind! I’m not even healed yet!”

“You’ve had weeks to heal! No more sitting in closets. You need fresh air, exercise, work up a good sweat! I’m sure your left arm is fine! A few rounds won’t hurt!”

“Pffuu! A-are you saying you’re gonna train me?! I don’t think so! You must already realize, I could beat you with one arm tied behind my ba-!”

The look on Shigezane’s face said he regretted those words instantly. And for once, it was Yoshitane who had his head cocked and eyebrow raised, a smug grin spreading across his face.

“Let us see you prove that…Baka Mukade.”

***

Elsewhere in Aoba Castle, the noise and ruckus of a sparring session had begun to echo from the inner courtyard into the chambers of the One Eyed Dragon.

Pouring over strategy maps and tactical maneuvers was quickly become a chore, as the name-calling and weapon clashing continued. Date Masamune ground his teeth together, becoming more and more agitated. Sitting at attention across from him, Kojuro knitted his brow and said, “Shall I call for them to stop, Lord Masamune?”

“No…” Masamune grumbled. Though slightly annoyed, he was pleased to see his cousin’s mood had finally gone back to normal. There was just this creeping sense of jealousy forming in the back of his head, and his hands had started to itch. One dragon eye darted across the map, fixing on a certain area. With the blunt end of his pipe, Masamune pushed the tactical piece of Date forces, ever so slowly, toward the land of Kai.

#soma yoshitane #date shigezane #usagi writes #sengoku basara fanfic #with guest appearances by #date masamune #katakura kojuro #this is so mushy #and sweet #and full of feels #i'm almost embarrassed #but i don't regret this #my brother my rival #hope this isn't too ooc alice #i tried #i tried very hard #long post

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz ep 400 - 404 lb

now, let’s see what fresh hell my idiot children have raised in the one week i left them unsupervised! 

ep 400 (30.10.17)

ok you know what, i reallllllly do not care about this lameass shivika plot. i didn’t care one week ago when i was watching in real time, and now one week later, i literally couldn’t give less of a fuck. ugh. already disgruntled at having to sit through this garbage. 

YOU FUCKERS SHOULD BE CONCENTRATING ON RIKARA, PAR NAHI, IDHAR BHI APNE AINVAYIII KE ISSUES. HONESTLY. THINK ABOUT SOMEONE OTHER THAN YOURSELVES FOR 4 MINUTES. AND IF YOU HAVE TO THINK ABOUT YOURSELVES, THINK PROPERLY LIKE NORMAL MARRIED COUPLES, AND GO BANG. GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD. 

ugh ok i really don’t care about anika’s nonsense mental issues when there’s literally so many other problems. fwding this bs. 

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas, rikara!!!!!!!! 

i am honestly so emosh rn. 😭😭😭

yaaaaaaas baby girl! call him out on his bs! 

ok can’t help but feel a little bad for kunal’s kamar in this scene. is it just me or is he ladkhadaayiing a bit? 

UGH GTFO SHIVIKA I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOU TWO RN UNLESS YOU’RE FUCKING. 

anika has legittttttttttttt lost her goddamned mind. honestly, what the fuck have they done to my girl???? 

IS THIS HONESTLY AN ISSUE???? LIKE???? I CAN’T EVEN WITH THESE TWO ASSHOLES RIGHT NOW. JUST GTFO MY SCREEN BEFORE I RAGE QUIT WATCHING THIS EP. 

lmao ok kunal ki saaas phul rahi hai, someone give the poor boy a sec to catch his breath. 

YAS GAURI ASKKKKKKKKKKKK HIMMMMMMMM 

pffffffft, don’t even talk about shivika’s ishqbaazi rn gauri, coz... i just can’t. 

“WOH DONO EK DUSRE KO NEECHA NAHI DIKHAATE KABHI.”

ok someone needs to sit gauri down and tell her all of bade bhaiyya ke puraane paap. 

and rudra’s just going snip-happy on ajay’s car like a toddler in crafts class. best. 

ok ruvya nonsense is what i care about least in this show so fwd fwd fwd. 

this trope of shit getting stuck in each other’s jewelry and what not is literally the worst. 

OK RUDRA NEEDS TO BE GIVEN ONE TIGHT SLAP. WHY THE FUCK IS BHAVYA EVEN PUTTING UP WITH THIS BS? SHE JUST NEEDS TO TELL SHIVAAY WHAT’S UP AND GTFO THE STUPID “BOND” CLAUSE. 

god i’m just so mad at heterosexuality rn. all these ppl just need to leave each other alone already, coz together, they just make each other and everyone else miserable as fuck. 

YAS GAURI. TEAR THAT DUPATTA. FREE YOURSELF FROM THE SHACKLES OF THE HEGEMONIC INSTITUTION THAT IS MATRIMONY IN THE DESI SOCIETYYYYYYYYYYYY

why am i being forced to watch this utter TRASH that is this shivika plot? it’s literally worse than the ruvya plot. #bloodyUNSAHIKKABLE (something for my southie peeps there.) 

never thought i’d relate SO MUCH with shivaay during an argument, but hey, here we are. matlab facepalm kar kar ke mera toh mooh hi laal ho gaya hai. 

ok what even is this editing? ffs, kuch toh transition effect daalo scenes ke beech mein. 

oh gauriiiiiiii, my baby girl, don’t cryyyyyyyyy. mera dillll jaltaaa haiiiiii. i can’t bear to see you like this. 😥😥😥😢😢😢

ok i can’t bear his crying either, but he deserves to cry a little, so dil pe patthar rakh ke seh loongi main. 

GOD SRSLY ANIKA YOU NEED TO GROW UP. 

great. usko bhi pakad ke taana and issue. shivaay just leave her be. let her go eat something and she’ll calm the fuck down in time and come find you. 🙄🙄🙄

i’m just fwding this garbage, because after EVERYTHING they went though, if she still doesn’t trust him, phir mujhe kuch nahi kehna. honestly, so done with this. 

ok just in case i didn’t hate men enough in this episode, ajay’s here to MAKE SURE ki koi kasar reh toh nahi gayi. 😒😒😒

okay fuckkkkk offf shitty ajayyyyyyy, with your crappy unibrow. 

OMFG HAATH LAGAAYA, SAALE KAMEENE HIMMAT KAISE HUIIIIII KAAAT KE GANDE NAALI MEIN NA PHENK DOON MAIN

ok this grownass man has been TOLD the issue to his face and he’s still like “idk why she’s mad at me?????” why are men like thisssss????? 

god why won’t this shitty ass episode enddddddddddddddd??? 400th episode my ass. 

waah, bhavya’s gonna solve the mysteries of the feminine mind for bhaiyya. 

lol this little golu molu baby sardar. what a cutie. 

this show really nails their casting of kids. highly surprising how all of them are non annoying. 

YOU KNOW HOW YOU CAN BRING BACK HER KHOYA HUA CONFIDENCE? BY SEXING HER. SO PLEASE. GET TO IT. MATLAB, TUM AADMI HO YA PAJAMA?!!?!

GOD FINALLLLLLLLLLY THIS DAMN EPISODE IS FUCKING OVER. HALLELUJAH. 

ep 401 (31.10.17)

aaaaaaaand golu molu is back. 

shivaay, don’t you have enough issues in your life???? ek aur issue ke beech mein taang adaa rahe ho???? go talk to your stupid wife.  

... is there a reason he got outta costume for this???? 

and god the ugly blue filter. hate. HAAAAAAAAATE. WHY DO THEY USE IT EVERY TIME THESE TWO HAVE A SCENE IN THIS LOCATION????? IT’S SO FUCKING UGLY. 

man do i haaaave to watch this???? he’s just gonna be all i promise ill love you when you’re old and blah blah blah physical looks don’t matter dil matters and blah blah. 

“i’m not trying, i AM cute.” 

pffffffffft. ek toh overconfidence ki hadh. you’re not even that cute. doosra, bebe!Anika is this close to taking off her chandni and beating all the cute outta you. 

my god i cannot be gladder than i am to be utterly single rn, coz jesus above, being in a relationship looks fucking exhausting. yahaan mujhse apne emotions aur issues jhele nahi jaate, and you have to be deal with someone elses’ neuroses too???? no thanks. 

i am baby!sardar and he is me. utterly sick of these ppl and screaming “meri jaan baksh do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” 

called shivaay’s nonsense speech almost down to the word. not feeling particularly proud about it tho, coz that just means the writing of this show is just thaaaaat thakela. 

OMG ANIKA WHICH OTHER WOMAN WOULD EVEN WANT THIS STUPID GODFORSAKEN DEMON OF A MAN?????????? HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT OF THAT????????? THAT LITERALLY NO OTHER WOMAN IN ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH CAN TOLERATE HIM????? 

ok i swear to god rudra needs to get hit by a bus or something. #freeBhavya

WHY WON’T THIS STUPID SCENE END OMG

fwding. don’t care. gimme gauri. NOW. NOWWWWWWWWWWWWW. 

OOOOH. WHY’S BULBUL COMING TO OMKI????? is she realising that she’d rather be married to repentant hottie shaayar rather than ugly unibrow handsy fucker???

ok. clue has been given that richa is the reason. use your goddamn brain now, omki. 

god his sexyyyyy agony whisper voice. it’s doing things to meeeeeeee. 😍😍😍

haaaaaye his face. be still my beating heart. 

of course. ajay is daksh 2.0, but not even half as entertaining. 

i miss daksh, man. after svetlana, he’s the most lolz delivering waala villain this show has ever had. 

OK WHAT EVEN IS THIS OUTFIT GAURI IS WEARING LORD ABOVE NA SAR HAI NA PAIR, JAANE KAISE TEEN CHAAR CHICHDE JOD DIYE HAI AUR USKO “OUTFIT” BULA RAHE HO

angsty sexyyyyyyyyyyyyy eyes are being maaaaaade. 😭😭😭

and ugly ajay is noticinggg and grinding his teeth all shivaay-style. 

ughhhhh ajay you’re the fucking worst. i really fucking hope the oberois go to town on you and repeatedly kick you in the nuts. 

ok shivaay’s outfit has actually made me go blind and i’m now watching this episode with my mann ki aankhein. 😣😣😣

shivaay still can’t understand the concept of consent and free will. honestly, i think this idiot needs to have the point beaten into him. 

aisi time par bhi isko shayari sooj rahi hai. emo!maxxxxx only my son is. 

“mujhse vaada karo hum aur kuch nahi karenge.”

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA BOY DO YOU NOT KNOW YOUR OBEROI KIN AT ALL??????? SHAADI KHUD KI HO YA KISI AUR KI, TAMASHA TOH KARNA HI HAI! 

omfgggggggg anika, COZ PYAAAR (woh bhi aisa ek number ka ghatiyaaaa “pyaar”) ISN’T EVERYTHING IN LIFE OK????  

ok anika just don’t give a fuck anymoreeee. 

aaaaaaaaaaaaand the wig is offfff.

why’s gauri shocked? she fully knew anika was here? they slept in the same bed??? 

ajay is the shivaay of bareilly. all authoritative and shouty and shiz. pity that the real shivaay is here, and about to teach him how it’s really done. 

LMAO MAAAAAAAAAA IS LIKE “I DIDN’T KNOW NOTHING! MAIN TOH ALLAH MIYAAN KI GAAAIII HOON!!” 😂😂😂😂

shivaay’s having a haaaaaard time controlling himself. teeth grinding and eye rolling to the max. 

lololololololol looks like ajay’s maa itself shall be cockblocking him. 

“THA NAHI. HOON.” 

daaaaaaaaaayum son! 

LMAO SHIVAAY’S FACE LIKE “I TRIED, MAN. I TRIED.” 

styyyyyylish and tadi-filled removal of pagdis and wigs. 

god kunal, tumhe koi haq nahi banta ki tum itne khoobsurat lago. NOT FAIR! 😫😫😫😫

lol nakuul’s champu hair, compared to the other two’s faaaaaahbulous, totally-unaffected-by-pagdi hair. 

obligatory ‘haaye my beautiful boys!’ waala shot. 😍😍😍

gauri be like WHY ARE MY SASURAAL WAALE SUCH FREAKSSSSSSSSSSSSSS OMG

EP 402 (01.11.17)

LMAO like whaaaaaaaat trip is ajay even on? she’s HIS wife, not yours. what “cheeeen lega” and all??? kuch bhi. chal hatt, chutiya kahinka. 

can’t wait for obros to hand ajay’s ass to him. coz he’s quite honestly asking for it. 

hee hee hee, i shall always get a kick outta shivaay jumping men who have like at least half a foot on him and trying to fight them. my smol fighty baby. 

OMFG OMKARA KO CHAANTA. AB TOH NAHI BACHEGA TU BETA. AB TOH TICKET KATAA HI LE WAAPSI KI. 

WHY’S RUDRA STOPPING SHIVAAY???? BRO, YOU’RE SUPP TO JUMP AJAY TOO???? MY GOD, NIKKAMMA KA NIKAMMA ONLY THIS IDIOT BOY IS. WHEN YOU GONNA START PULLING YOUR DAMN WEIGHT AROUND HERE, ASSHOLE???????????????

awwww man shivaay’s face is making me cryyyyyyyyyyyyyy. 😭😭😭😭

OMG OMG OMGGGGGGGG BULBUL CALLING OUT TO BADE BHAIYYE #MYBROTPLIVES #shivriHameshaAmarRahe

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAS BITCCCCCCH!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

ab baby bulbul ne aadesh diya hai tohhh... 

lol bulbul’s bloodlust will not be satisfied with just the one obro. she wants them ALL to go to town on these bareilly bastards. and that’s allllllllll the encouragement hubs needs. 

how awesome is this shot of bulbul and her three protectors tho! 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

gimme some shots of anika and bhavya kicking ass too plz??? 

ugh no, they’re relegated to cheerleaders. how lame. 

LMAO GAURI’S HAPPINESS AT THE CHAOS, FADING AWAY AT RICHA/MUKESH’S WTF FACES HAHAHAHA

shivaay’s like bro i’ve had enough of this small town bs. can we gtfo here pls? 

god i realllllly hate gauri’s outfit. it’s drowninggggg her tiny frame. 

“hum waapas nahi jaa sakte.” 

lmao everyone’s faces like “behen itna maar dhaar karne se pehle nahi bol sakti thi???? phukat mein energy waste.”  

i really love how shivaay is having waaaaaaay more of a devastated reaction than om at gauri not coming back. 

protip to shivaay: just legally adopt gauri (like you did sahil), so she’ll be your sister no matter what the fuck goes on in the rikara marriage. 

... we’re back in OM? 

oh yes we are. unless shivaay authoritatively makes hot chocolate for ppl in others’ kitchens as well. 

ok that sleeved vest looks really bad under THAT kurta, shivaay. 

shivaay, ever heard of giving someone (anyone!) personal space? no? ok cool. 

CAN A MAN ANGSTILY MOPE IN THE DARK ABOUT HIS WIFE MARRYING SOMEONE ELSE IN PEACE? PLEASE???!?!?!!!!!!

heavy vibes of post-ishaana kadhi-chawal scene no? 

still one of my eternal fave obro scenes. (“main iss baare mein baat nahi karna chahta!” *talks about it for 2 hours*)

“hota hai.”

haan is ghar mein toh aksar hota hai, ki biwi kisi aur se shaadi karne chali jaati hai, lekin NORMAL LOGON KE SAATH aisa nahi hota. 

oh boyyyyyy, shivaay ke khurafaati dimaag mein idea. 

meanwhile gauri is doing full intezaam of bhaagna from there. 

gosh gauri, since when are you such a terrible liar???

maa is doing everything she can to cover bitiyaa’s ass. love it. 

ajayyyyy doesn’t even wanna marry her???? then why’s he so insistenttttt????? 

STOP LYING TO HER SHIVAAY. FOR FUCKS SAKE HAVE YOU LEARNTTTTTTTTT NOTHINGGGGGG. GOD. 

“shankar ji apni chiraiyya ka dhyaan rakhlenge.”

YUP. IN THE FORM OF BADE BHAIYAAAAAA. WHO’S FLYING OVER AS WE SPEAK TO SAVE HIS BABY BIRD. 

omg how daaaaaaare he LIE TO HER FACE LIKE THIS. BITCH, ONE. YOU A HELLA SUCKY LIAR. AND TWO. SHE KNOWS YOUR DUMB ASS BETTER THAN YOU KNOW YOURSELF. 

“WE GOT OURSELVES A BULBUL TO KIDNAP.”

god this asshole really going to fucking kidnap gauri. srsly, it’s like he learned nothing from his first wedding. 

“yaar hum raat ko ghee lene jaa rahe hai????” 

LOLOLOL

fuck, my hearttttttttttt. god i love these stupidass boys so much. 

ooooooooooh gauri is overhearinggggg. 

YAAAAAAAAAS BULBUL YOU BEAT THE F OUTTA THIS ASSHOLE. 

pffffffffft, oh nowwwww she wants to call omkiiiiiii. 

of course he won’t pick up. girl, this is why you should depend on no man. 

ugh the cgi for the helicopter is so terrible. 

lol gauri has emptied her whole wardrobe into making escape waali rassi. she’s seen golmaal (puraana waala, not the chutiya new ones) one too many times i think. 

pffffffffffft waise toh bada kidnapping ka plan bana raha tha??? karne ka time aaya toh shivaay is just standing there frozen and other two just pushed him to side and moved on. 

LMAO HER INNER MONOLOGUE I LOVE GAURIIIIIIIIIII SO MUCH 

LOLOLOLOL HE WAS GONNA BUST INTO A SHER AND RUDRA’S FRUSTRATION

“YEH KAISA AADMI HAI???? BHAABI MUBARAK HO, HUM AAPKO KIDNAP KARNE AAYE HAI.” LMAOOOOOOOOOO

be still my beating heart! 😍😍😍😍

omfg ommmmmmmmmm you idiot her headdddddddddd!

aaaaaaaaaaaaaand great. ajay and minions are here. ugh. 

obros exchanging “it’s go time!!!!!!” faces. 

wow. that was hella easy. 

ep 403 (02.11.17)

wow, gauri still hasn’t regained consciousness? maybe you shoulda taken her to a doctor for a ct scan or something first.

“bhaiyya, aur koi illegal kaam karna hai ya main sone jaaon?” LMAO 

anika’s detective dimaag is on during half-sleep also. AMAZING. 

but never fearrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! billu’s here to romance it outta her. haaaaaaye.

ugh. fuck these two ridiculously attractive assholes who won’t bang and insist on killing me with sexual tension. 

uh ohhhhhhhh, billu made a boo boo! wife is on to him!

omg look how tiny shrenu’s feeeeet are! 

ugh my heart. can these two just be happy now... pleaseeeee. they’re the life raft i have to tie myself to now that shivika are... just... idk what. 

snort. fucking idiot. 

“japan mere zehen main hai kyunki it’s my favt. country. wahan ki jo mount fuji hai na, it’s a really good mountain! mujhe wahan ka khaana bhi bohut pasand hai!”

LMAO WHAT IS THIS A NIBANDH HE WROTE FOR INTERNATIONAL DAY AT SCHOOL????? 

omfggggg “sabudaana vada khaaya hai tumne japan ka???” hahahahahahaha

I NEED SPACE?????? BITCH GO MAKE AN OBEROI COLONY ON MARS THEN. BADA AAYA SPACE MAANGNE WAALA. 

IDGI???? WHY CAN’T YOU JUST TELL HER GAURI’S IN THE HOUSE???? WHAT DOES IT EVEN MATTER????? 

goddddd anika, why must you discuss all your marriage matters with some other person???? 

lol anika calling bhavya out on knowing rudra wasn’t home last night haha

ouffffff anika, you really need to get a hobby. like, take up watercolours. or knitting. maybe get a pet. horseriding?you need SOMETHING to distract you from the fuckery that is this house and your weirdass marriage. 

LMAO RUDRA “usually kidnapping ke baad phiroti ke liye call karte hai. main karoon kya???” 

“BIWI HAI MERI, GHADDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” 😂😂😂😂

“we have to keep it under wraps”... MAYBE START BY CLOSING YOUR DAMN DOOR?!?!!?!? 

lolololol man i’m loving the return of omRu scenes. i reallyyyyy missed these two together. 

OMFG OM EK TOH SHE’S UNCONSCIOUS UPAR SE YOU’RE WRAPPING HER AND STASHING HER IN A CUPBOARD????

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand the sisters are here. with their shak waali nazrein. 

the face on an honest man who isn’t lying his pants off. amazing. 

oh hooooooo anikaaaa, you’re so annoyinggggg when you get like this. 

pfffffffft. brothers are here. ab hoga tamasha. 

LMAO AND TAMASHAAA IT IS. THE WAY HE FAINTED ONTO THE BED HAHAHAHAH 

ouff the amount of nautanki. 

LMAO THE WAY HE GOT UP ALL FINE AND THEN REMEMBERED HE WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE AND FELL AGAIN LOLOLOLOL

lol for first time rudra is doing bagaavat against his eternal master bhaabi

OMFG THE WAY RUDRA JUST PICKED HIM UP AND TOOK HIM I AM DYING HAHAHAHAHA

ohhhhh boy she’s going back into om’s room. 

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand caught! 

OMFG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA “DEKHO KAUN AAYA HAI!!!! GAURI! AA GAYI!” HAHAHAHAHHAHHA I AM FUCKING DYING OMG HAHAHAHAHA

ok, what exactly is anika’s problem here? she also wanted gauri to come back? matlab... i really don’t get her newfangled issues these days. 

kabhi nahi socha tha ki yeh din bhi dekhne padenge where i’d be on shivaay’s side during arguments. waah re prabhu, teri leela. 

gauri’s having a legit “main kahaaan hoon?” moment. 

great anika has taken her lecturebaaazi outside to the devars. she’s really getting on my last nerve these days. 

like i get her point and all, but behen, tum apne buddhi waale dhong se kaunsa usko izzat-o-aabroo se lene gayi thi???? matlab kuchhhhh bhi.

lmao anika ki toh tain tain phisssssssssssss ho gayiiii. 

and lolololol look at this idiot boy who’s not even hugging her back, he’s just like OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO SOMEONE TELL ME?!?!!?!?! 

lmao shivaay’s look of triumph. he’s literally likeeeee 

ouff ok gauri, heavy on the mythological references this early in the morning. 

lmaoooo shivaay knocking om on the back for the patti thing. matlab, when sso thinks you’re being a little extra, know you’ve gone truly overboard. 

ugh ok she forgave him already??? itnaaa bhi lightly nahi jhaadna tha matter ko. 

anika be like behen, y u no tell plan? ainvayiiii mein moral science lecture diye phir rahi thi.

ok i really thought the anika learns about gauri title was about the chutki secret, but siiiiiiiiigh. 

aaaaaand these two are fighting. 

“aise hi rehna hai???? sudharna nahi hai???” 

lol 1 crore ka sawaal pooch diya tumne anikaaaa

god you two, this relationship is fucking exhausting and i’m just a passive witness to it. I CAN’T EVEN IMAGINE BEING IN IT.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND THERE GO THE PHONES. 

ep 404 (03.11.17)

servants of the house be thinking ‘itne din se kitchen achcha khaasa saaf-sutra tha. lo aa gaye phir gandh machaane.’

godddddddddddddd rudra’s besura singing.

shivaay’s being hella relatable these days.

ok i really don’t like this shakki biwi nonsense of anika’s. like, stop ruining my girl pls. 

awwww my chiraiyya and her bhaujai. 

um, why is this person dressed literally in pinky’s clothes??? 

ok i don’t caaaaaaaaare about this nonsenseeeeee. fwding. 

what even is happening?? you two have been married for like 3 hours and are still fucking up on a minute by minute basis. bade aaye rudra ko marriage advice dene waale. 

I HATE THIS GARBAGE TROPE OF MEN IN DRAG ON INDIAN TV. DAMN YOU KAPIL SHARMA FOR STARTING THIS NONSENSE. A PLAGUE UPON YOUR (ILLEGALLY CONSTRUCTED) HOUSE!

lol shivaay and om inspecting the custard in the bg as if it’s some huuuuge lab experiment or something. 

..... god anikaaaa, you’re a fucking idiot. 

lmao bhavya’s such an enabler. 

ouffff gauri, not you toooooooooooo. 

anika idiot, custard toh lekar bhaagti. 

he’s not gonna catch her. and this is gonna create a huge big raita. *siiiiiiiiiigh*

calllled it. 

bhavya, my sweet, please find yourself a better man. you deserve sooooooooooo much better. 

OMFG SHIVAAY PUT THE FUCKING PLATE DOWN. FUCKING IDIOT. 

GOD THIS IS THE STUPIDEST PLOT EVER ITS FUCKING 4 AM WHY AM I WATCHING THIS GARBAGE 

NOWWWWWWWWW WE TALKINGGGGGG 😏😏😏😏

oooooooooooooooh the chutkiiiiiiii photooooooooooooooo. 

SHE’S IN THE SAME HOUSE WITH YOU. SHE’S MISSED YOU TOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY BABIESSSSSSS!!!! MY TWO GIRLSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

EVERY TIME I THINK OF THEM BEING SISTERS FOR REAL, MY HEART OVERFLOWS WITH FEELS

abbe, seedha seedha custard deke jaa na; yeh senti waala lecture kisko sunna hai.

that custard is fucking LIQUID. matlab, set hone tak toh sabrrr karta bro???? 

GOD I HATE THIS NONSENSE OF THE GIRL SAYING SOMETHING WHEN SHE MEANS SOMETHING ELSE. I KNOW WE DO THIS SHIT A LOT BUT WE REALLY GOTTA STOP. MEN DON’T UNDERSTAND IT THE WAY OTHER GIRLS DO. THEY JUST DON’T. SO STOP IT. 

“400 episode ho gaye lekin anika abhi bhi yehi keh rahi hai ki SHIVAAAAY AAAP KYAAAA KAR RAHE HAI???”

i would laugh at the meta but i am too angry that you haven’t as much as made outttttttt yet. what the everlovingggg fuckkkkkkk. you ppl better bang before ep 500 so help me god. SO HELP ME GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ouffffff rudra, ever heard of personal space? you’re the worst. dafaaaa ho!

oh haaaaaaaaaai abhayyyyyy, you hotass demonchild. how you been???? actually, fuck you, where’s my girl tanya and how’s she been???? 

THIS IS LITERALLY DOODH AND JAM THAT HE’S FEEDING HER. LIKE.... IT’S ANNOYINGGGGG ME YOUGAIZ. IT’S ANNOYING ME SO MUCH. 

dayummmm, omki making sex eyes at wife. will i get my tharak fulfilled here first????? will omki shomki and chutki maarofy baazi first?!?!?! 

OH SHIT!!!!!!!!!! I JUST MIGHTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!! 😯😯😯

OMG FUCK YOU RUDRA MAY YOU NEVER HAVE ANOTHER ORGASM IN YOUR LIFE EVER AGAIN YOU STUPID COCKBLOCKER 😡😡😡😡

lmaooooo om’s glee when rudra finally left. i love this idiot child so much. 

UGH BAATEIN?!?!?!!? WHO THE FUCK CARES ABOUT BAATEIN?????GET BACK TO THE MAKING OUTTTTTTTTTTTT YOU STUPID NERDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

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Chapter two: The unfolding of Kimonos

Kagura was woken up by a loud, irritating voice in the morning, at 6’o’ clock. An old lady entered in what became her bedroom; she scanned her from head to toes with disdainful eyes, arms akimbo. In all, whoever this old lady was — she wouldn’t do any good to Kagura.

“Hmpf, you’re not too bad.” Her wrinkled hand grabbed the white sheet and uncovered much of Kagura’s skin, being only clad in a white sleeping wear. Her eyes traced her legs to her hips, concluding on her breasts and face. “Indeed, this is the minima for a man like Okita-dono.”

“What’s this?” the young female slurred while rubbing her eyes. She wasn’t used to getting up this early, not to mention the time difference she wasn’t used yet to, either. “Old’woman, whatcha doing here?”

“My god!” She immediately pulled Kagura out of the futon, and made her stand up. “Watch your language, we may be in a yakuza family, but women must be the most graceful. What are you, a girl coming from the streets?”

“Well, excuse-me. I wasn’t aware I was considered to be a woman here, I’m supposed to be an underling so I don’t see why I should behave like anything dignified!” She scoffed at the notion. But the old woman whistled with her hands and mouth, which led three other women to enter. They were all carrying fabrics Kagura knew to be precious with one glance; it was a material she was acknowledged with. Silk. “What’s this?”

“A proper woman — wife — should always don in kimono.”

“I said I’m here to work, not wearing some batshit clothes. I never agreed in marriage, with whoever it’s with!”

“Are you refusing our Okita-dono? He’s one of the most powerful man in the country, ton of girls would fight to have your place you know? Being brought by him himself at the House.” The lady glared at her hard. “You’re presumptuous, just presumptuous!”

One of the maid whispered behind, “Well, taking in account our Okita-dono’s personality he may really like this type Otose-san.”

“This is not acceptable!” The old woman shook her head, “Call Okita-dono and let’s ask him his opinions. What would suit her the best?”

“She has red hair — maybe an orange or pink pattern would soften her looks.” Another maid proposed, as her fellow worked went to find their master. “But we can play with dark fabric too, she’s mature after all.”

Kagura was pokerfaced when the maid stared at the size of her assets. Yes, this must be what she meant by ‘mature’ but seriously; she always thought such lack of sensibility could only fit her. Now she knew she had been wrong.

“Yeah, go call Ch — Rokita, whatever, you’ll see that I’m not here to become his wife or whatever. Who wants to marry this man? I have much better choices — ”

“Where did you come from? Suitors, you say, but you’re not the daughter of any rich man in Japan.” Otose held the chin of the female. Their eyes met. Despite the hard expression of Otose Kagura held the battle, earning a smirk from the old lady. “At least you’ve got the attitude right.”

“She’s just a chinese hobo, Otose-san.”

A well-known, inhumanely irritating tone echoed in the room, belonging to the figure leaning against the door with a mocking smile.

“I’m NOT a hobo!” She crossed her arms. “Now, is someone going to explain what’s going on? We came here late thanks to my brother, and now I’ve been woken up in the wee hours of morning because of marriage shit. Did you opt for forced relationship instead of menial labor?”

“Marriage?” Okita Sougo inquired with a cocked eyebrow at Otose. “I did not know I was to marry this beast.”

“Who’s a beast, damn Chihuahua?”

“Watch your language!” Otose pulled out a fan out of her red obi and hit her dry on top of her head. “This is our young master, you must respect him.”

“Anyway, Granny, who is marrying who?”

A maid intervened. “Young Master, we all thought you were finally settling down. After all you brought a woman late at night, and said to treat her as a distinguished guest. We assumed you two were in,” she made a rabbit sign with her fingers, “this kind of relationship.”

“Oh?…A wife?” Okita eyed carefully the fuming Kagura who was waiting for the truth to be revealed. It was funny enough to see the woman bow down to her brother’s sudden decision, and followed him with a sulking face. It became even funnier when she was so obviously angered, all because his maids took her for his lover.

It might have been true; had she been really a hostess. He grinned. A man had to be dead or swinging for the other side if he didn’t notice how much Mother Earth had blessed the redhead. She would have been a funny M perhaps. One that resisted.

“She’s not my wife, or rather fiancée.” Okita Sougo clarified, the maids sighed in sync. “She’s a suitor. We are indeed in ‘this kind’ of relationship.”

Otose nodded as if she knew from the start; while the maids were bubbling of excitement of finally having a mistress in the family to serve. Kagura was bubbling.

Albeit from anger.

“Said what?!” She wanted to get out of the japanese house as quickly as she could, but unfortunately knew she couldn’t because of the previous agreement of her Bakaniki.

Okita Sougo falsely chuckled. “Don’t mind her, she’s always been a bit tsundere with me, but this is charming isn’t it?”

A blond haired servant murmured to Otose. “I knew it, our Master couldn’t fall for anyone else than this type of woman?”

“She might be good if she learns the manners of a Yakuza wife.” Otose replied and grabbed the pale orange sheet of silk, then extended its flowery pattern to Okita. “Would that suit your taste?”

“Or maybe this one,” the blonde-haired maid caught a purple kimono with golden butterfly.

“This reminds me of someone…” Okita shook his head. “She’ll wear this one.” He picked up a light blue one, with sea and lily pattern that contrasted with her red hair. The first thing he saw in her was sea in her great blue eyes.

“Oi, why should I wear that for you — ” Kagura wanted to argue, but Okita shut her with the most sadistic smile she had ever seen on a human. (On a human, because her big brother was much creepier when it comes to smiling.

“My China, won’t you like me choosing? After all, you’re my dear lover aren’t you?”

Kagura swallowed her disgust to vomit later. “…Of course.”

After all, she had to respect the agreement. She really had to — god knows how much of a pain it had been yesterday night to reach it. There were few things Kagura feared in her life, but her big brother was among them.

“Kamui, you’re not going to do that!” Kagura stomped her foot in protestation. “I’m not going to become this guy’s underling just because Baldy broke his nose!”

Okita was compelled to add further, “and you broke my arm.”

“Your arm is not broken a bit, as for your face; it’s already bad as it is. Kamui are you seriously giving me to this…Stranger?”

“I’m not ‘giving’ you to him. I’m just lending you.”

“This is not better!” She cried out, “I’m your sister!”

“But this gentleman has his arm broken, you do know it’s hard for a Yakuza to be without a good arm. You can become his replacement arm until he heals back — us Yatos like loyal and fair fight don’t we.”

“It’s not true. I mean, you tore too much arms to be able to judge me Aniki.”

“Anyyywayy,” he sing-song and pushed her towards Okita Sougo’s arms. “Here you go little sis! I’ll call you to take some news okay?”

Kamui leaned and whispered menacingly to Okita’s ears. “You can use her as the fighter she is, but use her as a woman, and I’ll kill ya okay? I hope you understand Yakuza-san.”

“Sure.” Okita smirked as the girl tumbled and crashed against the floor.

“You could have caught me at least. What kind of man are you?”

“I’ll help ladies anytime; you’re not one.” He smiled, and strolled to the exit. “Oi, you coming or not, woman?”

“Kamui,” Kagura shook her brother’s shoulders after getting up. “You’ll pay for this I promise. Baldy you too! It’s your fault!”

Umibouzu waved her daughter off, as she left unwillingly with the young man. He had been silent until now as he knew that his son must have some ideas behind; he was sure. Or else he wouldn’t have allowed this man to approach Kagura, lest giving her to him for menial work.

“What are you thinking, son?”

“This might be the safest place for her, in Japan. We’ll come to get her back once we secure the area.”

“You’re still smiling, but who knows what could happen to her. She’ll be with this man! Do you trust him even a bit?”

“I have a good sense of smile, besides he’s only human. If he ever tries anything fishy with she’ll kick him to death. Kagura’s kicks hurt.”

“Ermm, Captain, if you permit?”

“What, Abuto?”

“This man wouldn’t be able to touch her if she’s unwillingly for sure, but you could have picked someone older, or less handsome. I know Captain’s not interested, but your sister might, say, be lured in temptations by this man.”

Umibouzu shivered, “Kagura? No! I won’t allow it! She can’t date anyone before she’s twenty seven years old!”

“This is right Abuto. Yakuza-san has nothing that would interest my sister…He’s just a human with money, power, and seems able to fight — ” Kamui paused midway in his reasoning. “ — Wait. What do my sis like? I think she said something about a rich and strong guy, with a good face.”

“That is the man’s description Captain. The mood between was pretty good for two strangers, too.”

“Abuto.”

“Yes, Captain?”

“I might have done an unforgiving mistake…”

“Son, you have lost my respect.” Umibouzu stood still and pale as a greek statue would — without the good-looking part. “Kagura,” he prayed with salty pearls rolling from his eyes, “all men are pigsssssssssss!”

Okita left the room when China had to change; although the maids proposed him to stay. He had dodged under the pretext he preferred real intimate moments over a simple changing with servants; he would have liked to stay and embarrass furthermore the girl if it wasn’t for the threat from the big brother. Kamui, he believed.

Besides, he has had his share of peeping already. While she did wear a long white bathrobe, sleeping crinkled its texture. Her white, long and toned legs were welcome by his eyes — of course he was careful in not being obvious.

Now, do not judge him. As any earthly man, Okita Sougo wouldn’t spit at an opportunity to revel in a woman’s attractiveness. It wasn’t for nothing that he mistook and chose her as hostess at first, her attitude was something distasteful though. He had always thought women should take his sister in example — no he didn’t have any siscon — but she was the epitome of grace and elegance.

Unlike this China girl. This China mafia girl.

Playing mind games with would certainly be fun, and thanks to the maids and Otose he could entertain himself as her ‘lover’. If eyes could shoot laser, he would have died thousands of time already.

He smirked, as the door slid open to depict China in the astounding kimono, her red attached in a bun. The cloth fit her perfectly, but this wasn’t what he liked.

He loved this hateful stare; days had been boring with the routine: Kondo-san losing his remaining dignity with this Gorilla of a woman, Hijikata-san being himself.

He had found a nice toy at last. Okita marched to the China girl — her name was Kagura if his memory was good. His hand swiftly took one side of the collar and lowered it violently until she wore the kimono with only one sleeve. Fortunately, her breasts were already bandaged — he knew, all women must use bandage in case they needed to run or defend the House.

Kagura stilled and held his amused stare. She was fighting him back, this girl, as he messed up her hair a bit.

“That’s better. Next time, do this. She’s not a delicate miss — she’s a tiger.”

“I prefer rabbits better,” she responded. “Or maybe dogs.”

“Wolves eat rabbits. It would be a shame if I devoured you, wouldn’t it?”

#Okikagu #Fanfic #Yakuza AU #Okita Sougo #Kagura #Romance #Chapter two

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"There is a charm to letters and cards that emails and smses can't ever replicate, you cannot inhale them, drawing the fragrance of the place they have been mailed from, the feel of paper in your hand bearing the weight of the words contained within. You cannot rub your fingers over the paper and visualise the sender, seated at a table, writing, perhaps with a smile on their lips or a frown splitting the brow. You can't see the pressure of the pen on the reverse of the page and imagine the mood the person might have been in when he or she was writing it" ― Kiran Manral, The Face at the Window Dear Angry Chorni I know at this very moment you are frowning because of the way I have addressed you but I can't help it because for me you will always be my angry, violent chorni who stole my heart. That day you asked me why I loved you and I told you that I am lucky to have you in my life. Today, give me the chance of telling you why I thank God every day for making you. I still remember the day you waltzed into my life. It had been 21 days since, I had left home but for me that was the norm. You see I was like the free bird who couldn't be tamed by his own mother. So, I used to go on these solitary excursions and surprisingly, rather than being at home, I felt more at peace when I observed other people or when I somehow could help people solve their problems. I was clicking pictures when my camera lens managed to capture your eyes and you instantly hid your face by bending down. You tried your best that day to hide your face, but your eyes not only had left an imprint on my camera, but their allure had captivated my soul as well. There was just something about them it felt like those brown orbs were full of mysteries and I couldn't help but feel like unraveling them. You compelled me to ask "Tasveer main kis ka chera hain" and I just had a feeling that this was going to be the start of something new "Ya koi kahani shuru hui hain jis main naam humraha hain" . When I turned my attention elsewhere you slowly walked towards the front and sat with your back towards and then music started playing and ah well you know me I couldn't help but dance to the beats and at this one particular moment I was almost about to fall but you held my hand making sure that I don't fall. I should have known there and then that you will always be there catching me, holding me together when I fall apart. I did thank you that day but instead of saying you are welcome like normal people do you told me "Haath samblnay kay liay diya tha thamnay kay liay nahi aur waisay bhi jab apnay hi chod kar chalay jayay toh haath thaamnay ki adaadt nahi rehti" I won't shy away from expressing that what you said hit really hard. I couldn't help but reminisce how baba had let go of my hand in childhood and how he had abandoned me and I knew for sure that even you had experienced a similar kind of pain. The very same day I heard you telling Ketki that she was blessed to have such a loving family and that she had no idea what it felt to be left behind by the ones you loved. "Tumhay koi idea nahi hain kaisa lag ta hain apnay papa kay liay wait karna jo shahid kabhi nahi ahayay gay" Ketu might never know but I do. I know how it feels to wait day in day out hoping against hope that the one person you have looked up to for the most part of your childhood would walk through that gate and would embrace you in a hug. I had waited on the foyer as well and I knew how much it hurt. Ironically, the second time I met you was due to pain as well. The atmosphere at my place due to Ketki's Godhana had been stifling so I stepped out trying to divert my attention from yet another day where my Maa had managed to manipulate things in her favor. While reciting my shayri I was flicking through my camera gallery when again your picture piqued my interest"Kia koi aur hain duyna main jo meri tarah deewana hain" and right on cue your voice echoed amongst the ruins and than you and I started our hide and seek game. You managed to locate me behind that pillar and than like the stubborn angry chorni you are you decided to leave warning me that I would be sorry if I tried to follow you but do you remember what I told you that day "Shaid upar walay nay mujhay aap ki madad karany kay liya bheja hain ya phir aap ko meri in short Upar wala hum dono ki help kar raha hain" you scoffed at the idea that day and in your haste you managed to drop your earring and as I clutched that earring in between my palm I just knew that somehow those words would come true. You had indeed helped me that day because witnessing your pain, playing that game with you had managed to make me forget my own pain and I have never thanked you for that. It was at night time near that mandir when I first got too see my violent angry chorni in all her glory and I couldn't help but admire your fierceness. I wanted to stop you but and even smeared your face with color but than you looked at me and this one lone tear fell from your eyes and you said "Galat toh woh tha jo ho raha tha main toh bas ussay sahi karnay ki koshish kar rahi hu" and I just knew that you were telling the truth. The very next day we met for the first time where you challenged me that "Aaj main tumhay apnay rang main rang dun gi" and you managed to fulfill your end of the bargain. You are right when you say that one should never underestimate Misthi Aggarwal. I could go on and on about how we kept meeting again and again and how slowly and gradually you managed to creep through the deep crevices of my heart but there are a few things that I can't help but mention it is your ability to see beyond my mask of indifference. That night at the mandir when I was trying to tell you that you need to let go of the past you stumped me when you said "Tum bhi apnay Baba ko yaad kar kay itna sad mat hua karo" and you managed to silence the boy who loved talking. There was a chink in my armor and you had managed to seep through the crack I however, wasn't prepared to let anyone in so I immediately diverted the topic. When Ketki's wedding was called off I set up camp near the lakeside that I often used to visit with my father. Misthi that day I really missed him and I just wanted him to come back so when you kept a comforting hand on my shoulder I couldn't help but embrace you in a hug. I was so overwhelmed with emotions that it took me a moment to register that at such an odd hour of the night you had sneaked out just to check up on me. No one in my family had stopped me when I was leaving, they hadn't even bothered to ask me if I was okay but you did and honestly it meant a lot. No one had shown me that amount of care. With your arrival my mood lightened up and I started cracking jokes but one thing I said still holds true "Tum awesome ho" you have no idea about the affect you have on people. You don't even know that how that concern of yours made me feel on cloud nine and the way you deliberately lost the race just warmed my heart. You called it your friendship ka discount but what it meant to me is indescribable. I have got to admit though I am a teeny weeny bit scared of your anger that you showed in full force when I got arrested. The whole car ride I dared not say a word because it felt like you would just skin me alive not only did you drive my car but you also had the audacity to lock me in it. I asked you the reason and you pointed towards by bruised knuckles and once again Angry chorni you surprised me. You told me how my uncontrollable anger invariably end up hurting my friends who care about me and then I asked you that why were you so concerned about my friends and you replied with all the haq " Kyun kay main bhi tumhari dost hu" and just like that you managed to left me speechless. That day you showed me that my well-being mattered to someone that day I knew that in you I had found a true friend or maybe just maybe something more than a friend. Than you started working with me and completely took over the exhibition preps. The way you carefully handled my paintings and my photographs and the way you managed to display them making sure that their beauty wasn't diminished just made me admire you little more as none of my family members had ever offered their assistance. They hadn't looked at my art with the same glee and excitement. The way you showcased it made my art look even more beautiful. On one end I was helping Kunal in wooing you and on the other end I was falling for you. No wonder when Parul Maasi asked me to paint from my heart I filled the canvas with your picture. A chorni who without even me knowing it had stolen my heart but at that time I felt my feelings were forbidden as you were promised to someone else. My dreams and hopes were futile but when the fire broke out that day and the foolish you decided to stay back to save my painting, I realized that I was in the deep end. My feelings for you were too strong because a mere girl without fearing for her own safety had walked into a room full of fire trying to save something that was precious to me. No one had given me that much importance and here you put your life on the line for me. I tried to stay away from you but somehow you knew that something was bothering me and on the day of the godhana I came to meet you one last time and you gave me your diary. You asked me to jot down what I was feeling and as fate would have it I accidentally picked up your personal diary. While I was leaving the city I flicked through the pages of your diary and I realized that all the things you admired about Kunal were actually done by me so it wasn't Kunal for whom you had feelings for it was for me. I felt elated I finally felt I had a chance and so I raced back to try to tell Kunal the truth so that he would call off the engagement, but you beat me to it. You broke the ristha your own self by citing some very valid reasons and I understood that you and Kunal were just not meant to be. A part of me was afraid that after knowing that I had done all those things for you instead of Kunal would make you give up on our friendship. A friendship that was slowly becoming the best thing that had happened to me in a while. I couldn't afford to lose you. I was so desperate to talk to you that I even got a phone just because you had asked me on numerous occasions to get one. The champagnr trip couldn't have come at a better time as I got the perfect opportunity to say sorry to you. Remember our bus ride the whole journey was a laughter riot and with a jolt I realized that travelling solo now will never have the same charm as travelling with you by my side. I had almost given up on you accepting my apology after I missed the bus a part of thought that you had left but imagine my surprise when I saw you walking up to me struggling to drag that scooter. To say I was happy to see you would be an understatement I was elated beyond measure. Someone had finally stayed back for the boy who had been left behind. Our scooter ride is one of the most beautiful memories of my life, I am glad that my jokes managed to make you laugh and that day I wished greedily that the journey would never end. When we reached the school site you again astounded me with the way you handled everything not for a minute did you flinch while looking at the dismal state of the school. No, no my angry chorni is a women of action who encouraged my team and I to pull up our socks and to get to work. Oh btw when I fake proposed to you that day each and every word of that proposal was true.3     "Qismaton ki mujh par yay pehli mehrbaani hain Aik shezadi jis ka chasma hi uss ki nishani hain" I just can't thank fate enough for playing its cards and for introducing me to you because Angry Chorni you have completely transformed my life. When Kuku got kidnapped I asked you to not to follow me and to out yourself in danger but I should have known better. Of course my angry chorni had to be all daring and bold as she arrived unarmed, all alone to the lion's den in order to save all of us. When I saw you in the hands of those captors I was willing to give up Baba's land and his dream because your life mattered more to me than anything else and somehow you understood my intentions without me voicing it and you kept on asking me to stop. Angry chorni if that day that guy had asked me for my life, I would have gladly given that up for you as well because for me nothing else mattered. He had you and he was about to hurt you there was no choice to make. It was you and it will always be you. In the next moment when the gun shot 's noise echoed in the air and you fell to the ground a part of my heart stop functioning. I couldn't fathom what I would have done had something happened to you that day. I know that you are the bravest girl I have ever met but please be careful and be mindful of your safety because after all it's not only you that you need to take care of but its also my heart that is yours for eternity. You broke your promise that day and put yourself in a situation that could have had dire consequences so generally I was angry at you because I just couldn't come to terms with the fact that how could you think that your life is so indispensable how could not see that your safety was the only thing that mattered to me. I however, could not stay mad at you for long as you used my very own shayri against me and managed to mend our friendship. Afterwards both of us desperately tried to bring KUKU closer and somehow in the process even you and I got closer. Misthi I don't think I have thanked you enough for saving my life that night when a cyclone wreaked havoc in our city. Once again without caring for your own life you ventured out alone to see if I was okay. I can't even tell you the relief that coursed through my entire being when I saw you through the car window. A part of me had accepted the fact that I am going to die as I thought that no one would come for me but yet you did. Just earlier that day I had express my conviction that whenever I needed help my painting wali would never shy away from helping me and you didn't. I don't know what super-human strength had possessed you that day as you broke the window and managed to get me on the cart right in the nick of time before my car exploded. Everything after that is a blur but I remember waking up to you sleeping on my bedside and at that moment I realized what true serenity actually is. You held on to my hand so firmly that even when I tried to remove it from your grasp I was unable to do so. Than you woke up and I pretended to be asleep and in my sleep induced haze I asked you to stay with me forever. You began chiding me for stepping out in such dangerous weather and expressed your fear on what you would have done had something happened to me and at that very moment I dropped all pretense and asked you the real reason you came to help me out. You diverted the answer and got an opportunity to slip away when my family came. That day I became sure of one thing that the feelings we had for each other were mutual and so I began my quest of making you realize the true depth of your feelings and for also showing you my love through actions rather then just my words. When Bade Papa told me that you had left for the airport I felt like my whole world had been blown to smithereens. Nanu may god bless him reminded me of how I still had time and how you hadn't left. So, angry chorni I raced to the airport clad on a white horse such a stark contrast to the boy who once said that "Kitna impractical hain kay koi prince charming safed godhey par ahayay" to which you had replied "Mainay kabi aisay sapnay nahi dekhay kyun kay meri life koi fairytale nahi hain" that day both of us were proven wrong as we lived our very own fairytale. I took you to mandir because I wanted to confess my feelings for you at one of the most purest places ever , a place where God resides as I wanted Him to witness our love. As I have already said that you managed to live up to your end of the bargain and I will repeat it here "Tumnay mujay apnay rang main rang hi diya , Angry chorni I love you" apart from all the reasons I have stated I can give you a million different reasons but every day since our confession you leave me spell bound with the amount of love you shower on me. Recently, when Kunal insulted you publicly once again I apologize for his idiocy not once did you get angry at me although you had every right. Instead you asked me something that I had never expected it was something that no one had ever asked me. I know for a minute you hesitated because you know how sensitive the topic was for me but that hesitation didn't stop you asking if you could assist me in trying to find my father. No words can encapsulate what I felt when you asked me casually if you could help like it was the most normal thing ever. I couldn't help but fall in love with you all over again. I was so overwhelmed with your gesture that I just hugged you because as I already said words could never convey how grateful I felt for having you in my life. I know that now with your support I will find answers to all my questions. So before, I sign this off I want to say thank you. Thank you for loving me back. Thank you for teaching me that sometimes in the process of saving other people we forget that we need saving too. So, thank you for saving me both literally and figuratively. Thank you for making this banjara realize that while a house can be made out of brick and mortar a true home/ghar can only me made when all inhabitants of it experience the same amount of happiness and pain. That home need not be a place sometimes home is a person. Thank you for being my person. A person that I am not ashamed to show my real self beneath my mask. Thank you for being my biggest support system and helping me with things that I never asked your help for. Thank you for making me realize that I am enough to make someone stay for me to make someone root for me. Thank you for making me realize that I am worthy of you sneaking out and jumping of walls just to meet me. Thank you for making us a part of a modern day Cinderella story. I don't know what the future has in store for us but I want you to know that I am deeply and irrevocably in love with you. I don't need a reason to love you for me its as easy as breathing for me its something worth living for. Forever under your spell Your Ajeeb Rajvansh Suno remember how I once told you chori karna buri baat hain well when you robbed me of my heart I realized that "Kabi kabi dil ki duyna main chori karna achi baat hain" Fangirl1012z

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