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chapter 1: A Day in the Life
Story Masterlist
pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female reader
warnings: SFW (NSFW in later chapters)
wc: 2k
synopsis: Kakashi Hatake, newly appointed Hokage, is struggling with transitioning from active duty to being sat behind a desk. Sure, he might not be placing his life on the line every day but perhaps now is the time he puts something else out there instead, his heart.
Meanwhile, things aren’t quite adding up. There is a discrepancy in the records that cannot be explained, and it falls to you to investigate. Never did you expect it would lead you to the door of the Hokage’s office, a man you had admired from a safe distance until now. What happens next leads you into a closely guarded secret that will change the rest of your life.
In a story where the past might be harder to let go of than usual, can two strangers find a semblance of happiness and peace?
beta reader: a huge thanks to @niatheangel for agreeing to be my beta reader and for holding my hand as I've never had one before!!
“Lord Sixth, are you listening?”
Kakashi was vaguely aware of words being spoken and for a long moment, he wondered who they were addressing. He stared into the depths of the grand desk he was sitting behind, the polished surface reflecting a face that looked downright bored silly. Steel grey eyes unfocused and heavy from drowsiness blinked slowly, his cheek pressed flush against his open palm and again a voice spoke from somewhere in the distance.
“Lord S–”
“Kakashi! Snap out of it.” Shikamaru drawled in exasperation, his voice louder than usual and Kakashi finally raised his head with a faint hum of acknowledgement.
It had been almost a month since he had been officially declared as Hokage, and the time had crawled by at a maddeningly slow pace. Every day felt the same, the monotony like a poison in his veins that made him sluggish and that only served to irk him more.
His days were a far cry from those of the past, it felt like the longest time since he had awoken in his house on so many consecutive mornings as was the case right now. There were no dangers to the world to be dealt with, no sinister plots to unravel and no need for him to put his life on the line at every turn.
Boring.
So very dull but instead of sliding into despair, Kakashi had clung to the things he could control. The aspects of his life that had become routine since those first days when he had become sensei to what had once been Team 7.
Back then could he have ever known what lay in wait for them all?
It was something he often thought of, that small nagging doubt that perhaps there was something he could have done or said differently to prevent all that had come to transpire, but he knew all too well that it was a fruitless endeavour. The wheels had long been in motion before anyone could have known, and there was no point in continuing to wonder – what if? He had lived with guilt for longer than a person should have to, and there was still a sense of it clinging to him. Claws sunk deep into his psyche, yet he was healing, slowly.
To maintain his sanity, Kakashi continued to cook a healthy breakfast each morning, prepared a homemade lunch to take to the office and worked out until he was drenched from head to foot in sweat.
Only once he felt like every muscle in his body was screaming in searing protest, did he bathe. Washing away the grime and sweat that clung to his torso, calloused fingers glided over the rough edges of the scars that littered his frame. A map of his past, each one an event in his history that made him the man he was today.
He tried to ignore them as best he could. Some were decades old, the scar running down his left eye, an example of that but the one that was emblazoned across his chest… was one he tried to avoid looking at closely or for long. It was still too fresh. The wound was still raw in his mind though it was as healed as it would ever be on his body.
Aesthetic reasoning had nothing to do with it, secure in his own skin and not concerned with his battle wounds making him any less attractive. Some might say it was big-headed of him to think in this manner, but it wasn’t as if he chose how he appeared, and actually, he hid most of it behind his mask, shunning the attention. No, what held him back from lingering on his scars was more the emotional turmoil they evoked, the memories of receiving each and every one branded onto his soul.
How could he ever think to look in a mirror and not see a young Obito, to remember the agony of losing his eye and the gift that had been bestowed upon him? The grizzly, heart-wrenching sight of his squad mate half crushed under rocks.
The lingering phantom pain of possessing the Sharingan still woke him in the dead of night at times, and he experienced his fair share of headaches brought on by the stress of enduring an attribute that he had no claim to own.
Stark reminders of his past aside, it was important to continue in a manner that brought him a sense of control over his life. It almost seemed as if since becoming Hokage, Kakashi had far less control over anything, having to attend to whatever was deemed the latest emergency rather than choosing his own focus. For the person considered to be in the highest position of power, it was rather surprising to feel as jerked around as he did.
“Were you talking to me?” he asked, looking to Shikamaru and Shizune in turn.
Shizune scowled, “You are Lord Sixth, aren’t you?”
Shikamaru shook his head, flopping down into the chair opposite Kakashi at the same moment that he drew a palm down his face. “Drop the Lord, you know I don’t care for the formalities.”
“Anyway…” the Nara interjected before Shizune could bite back, “did you hear anything that we’ve been saying? At least tell me that you realise how important this visit could be?”
Oh, he really was in trouble.
Kakashi wracked his brain to find any clues as to what he might have missed, not wanting to admit to having spaced out entirely. It had been a long day of reading reports and signing so many documents that his wrist cramped at the mere thought of holding a pen.
Thinking back to a conversation prior to lunch, Kakashi vaguely recalled something about an upcoming visit, a Kage for sure, but which one?
It was difficult to maintain his train of thought, his mind slipping back to the leisurely stroll he had found himself taking within the Hokage tower not long after the conversation he was trying to recall. There was far more to the building than he had ever noted, accustomed to reporting directly to the Hokage’s office and nothing more, but there were so many people in here that he found it quite curious to watch them at work.
Perhaps it was rather narrow-minded of him to not contemplate all of the manpower that went into keeping Konoha running as smoothly as it did, but his ways were changing with each passing day. On today especially, Kakashi had found himself drawn by a voice, one that seemed familiar but he couldn’t place why. It was faint, a whisper on the wind and it called him forward like a siren song.
His feet moved without thought, entering a workspace that compromised a somewhat open-plan office with larger sectioned cubicles in all four corners, nothing special. A series of heads turned in his direction, most looking confused and awestruck at his presence and he could hardly blame them for the confusion. Lifting his hand in a silent greeting, his eyes closed in that signature smile that he was known for, hoping it would settle any nervous feelings.
Kakashi surveyed the office, wondering exactly what, or more accurately, who had inspired him to venture inside. No one stood out, not that he could see, and he was about to turn on his heel when a flash of movement caught his eye. Laughter, light and melodic, followed the swish of long hair as it rounded a corner of the door on the opposite side of the office, and was quickly out of sight.
It was her.
The owner of the voice he had heard all those nights ago. The person who had hummed a tune so beautifully that he had stopped in his tracks out of sight to listen more, enamoured enough by the gentle lilt and the comfort it had elicited. A sensation he was far from accustomed to, and one that sent a ripple of fear down his spine.
Did he dare to follow? To get a better glimpse of her?
The answer was no, his courage failing him in the question of what exactly would he even say. “Hi there, just your friendly Hokage popping in to find out how things are going in…” His internal monologue stalled as he searched for a clue as to what department he was loitering in. Scanning the nearest bank of desks he found several nameplates, disregarding the names to focus on the department listed beneath - records.
Kakashi left before the temptation grew too potent; his fingers already itched and he curled them into fists to subside the restless feeling. Returning to his office with a quiet sigh, he conceded that this would not be the last time he would take that particular route. Hoping that if he made it a habit to pass by that specific office, he might catch sight of the girl in question.
It should bother him how excited he was at the prospect, a flare of uncertainty mingling with his enthusiasm. When was the last time he had considered pursuing any woman outside of meaningless flings? Had he ever…?
If he were to be bound to this building and the mundane monotony of his new role, he would consider it finally time to lay something just as valuable as his life on the line, his heart.
Shaking away the thoughts that were most certainly irrelevant right now, Kakashi cleared his throat and took a stab in the dark. “Of course, it’ll be the first time that the Kazekage visits Konoha since I took office. Gaara and Sunagakure are our closest allies so it makes sense that he be the first invited.”
“Pulled that straight from your ass, didn’t you?” Shikamaru smirked knowingly, shaking his head whilst Shizune stared through narrowed eyes. Her mouth opened and closed, repeating the pattern several times over and it amused him to no end.
“Think what you like Shikamaru, in the end, I’m right, aren’t I?”
His advisor grunted in response. “We’ve got a decent amount of time before it is scheduled, I suggest that you use the time to get whatever is on your mind, resolved.”
Shizune turned with a frown and Kakashi reeled from the accurate assessment levelled at him. Heat crept up the sides of his neck, tactfully concealed by his mask and he studied the Nara with a sense of pride and wariness. Was he so obvious to read or was Shikamaru simply displaying an act of his well-known genius?
“Well… if that’s all. I think we are done here,” Kakashi mumbled, wiping a hand across the back of his prickling neck.
Left to his own devices once more, he strode for the window and looked out at the streets of Konoha. What exactly was he considering here? Pursuing a girl he hadn’t even fully seen, all he knew was that she had long hair and the voice of an angel.
It was a foolish venture, surely.
Yet there was a persistent voice in the back of his head that told him that it would be worth it to let his guard down and take the chance. Was he really going to let a niggling voice guide his actions? It seemed so, for after all, what did he have to lose from this venture?
“Well, at least it’ll be more exciting than anything else I’ve got going on right now,” he mused, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Perhaps if he thought of it as a mission of sorts, it would be more agreeable and even as the idea tumbled through his mind, Kakashi rolled his eyes in exasperation but couldn’t deny the excitement that flitted in his veins.
A new challenge, that was exactly what he needed.
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first line meme
tagged by @greenapricot. Thank you!!! these are always fun!! Okay some of them may just be 'opening' and not first line lol
What Doesn't Kill You (The Quarry - Travis/Laura - ongoing - 20k)
“Laura.”
Rain drummed against the storefront window and the droplets raced each other down the glass in colorful miniature distortions of the outside world.
Very Predictable Creatures (IM/Endeavour - Max/Morse - 1.1k)
Morse had been organising his records for hours while Max had done a bit of work, some reading and eventually gotten up to cook them dinner. Morse had spread all of his LP’s out on the floor and sat among them like a dragon amongst his hoard.
The Parent Trap (Oxventure - Gen - ongoing - 5k) original au
The Oxventurer’s Guild had learned (as best they learned anything) not to question orders from from the great beyond.
An Unseen Hand (Endeavour - Max/Morse - 8.2k - delicious burdens modern au)
Morse awoke slowly, reached for his phone to check the time, and then rolled over towards the center of the bed.
Nice Tits (Oxventure BitD - Barnaby/Kasimir - 2k)
Kasimir and Zillah wobbled their way out of the theatre rather easily amidst the chaos and aftermath of the grand spectacle that was the robbery of the Ruby of Mistmire.
Smell the Sea, Feel the Sky (Endeavour - Max/Morse/Box/Fancy - 1.7k) modern au
“Gentlemen,” The concierge was a plain man dressed neatly in the cream and lavender shades of the resort’s signature colours.
Better than Bonfire Night (Endeavour - Max/Morse - 3.4k) vicarage au
Bishop’s crook was a simple village full of simple pleasures. It was the sort of village that loved a fete - a festival - a town wide celebration.
Andante, Andante (Endeavour - Box/Fancy - 1.5k) boxfancy au
“If all the guests could please turn their eyes to the dance floor,” The DJ’s voice was loud enough to cut over the din of the gathering, but smooth enough to be inviting instead of demanding, “As our happy couple has their first dance.”
Teeth, Tentacles, Tusks and Tails (Oxventure - Corazon/Everyone? - 3k)
A captain was nothing without his loyal crew but there was something to be said about being stuck in the house together with no outside entertainment for more than a week straight.
Christmas by Gaslight (Endeavour - Box/Fancy - 3k)
Ronnie was putting lights on their tree when George got home with the shopping. He couldn’t help stopping to watch a moment, even with too many bags clutched in both hands and turning his fingers increasingly alarming shades of red.
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co-writers: @vincentholdsapen, @vixx-ari
Summary:
Ten years have passed since those fateful visitations, and Ebenezer Scrooge finally casts off his life as a mortal to ascend to the afterlife. Yet this is not the end of his tale, for Jacob Marley comes with a proposal he wouldn't dare to refuse.
Now learning how to harness his newfound abilities, the former miser must now prepare himself to defend the both the living and the dead, wielding the chains he cast aside to collect the rebellious souls who dare to harm either realm alongside the spectres who once guided him... with some unfamiliar spirits.
Needless to say, Scrooge has quite the journey ahead of him.
[SNIPPET UNDER THE CUT]
"I am... passable, I suppose." Scrooge admitted, a slight flush of embarrassment upon his face, "Nothing too extravagant but still edible at the very least. Home-cooked, at the very least."
Present hummed in contemplation, stroking their white beard as they did so before a grin broke out on their face, "Good enough for me. Time to put those skills to the test, Scrooge!"
"Wait what-"
The Entis clapped their hands twice, and all of the cheerlings stopped what they were doing, giggling and flitting towards the duo with ease before lining up in a neat row. There weren't that many to begin with, a dozen- no, a baker's dozen, to be precise. They were chittering amongst themselves, excitement and mischief dancing in their eyes as they awaited their instructions.
"The cheerlings have been falling behind on their cooking duties." Present explained readily, their voice carrying a note of disappointment that caused the cheerlings to look downwards in shame, "We have a rather illustrious client requesting a grand feast and we cannot disappoint them. So, Scrooge, your task is to lead these little ones in preparing the meal. And you have only one hour to do so."
Scrooge's eyes widened in disbelief. Cooking for a grand feast in just an hour? He had never done anything like that before, especially not under such pressure. He opened his mouth to protest, to ask for more time, but he closed it once more, knowing that it was a futile endeavour.
"That is some terrible time management, Present. You could have just made it earlier and be done with it..." Scrooge muttered under his breath, but Present merely clapped him on the shoulder, a grin hidden underneath their beard and moustache.
"Now where's the fun in that? Besides, it will be good practice for you, Scrooge. Learning to think on your feet, to react in the moment. Perception is key, especially if you end up in a fight. A pressured situation is just what you need to get those gears turning in your head."
Scrooge sighed, resigning himself to his fate as he rolled up his sleeves and made his way to the kitchen, "If you say so. But will you at least tell me who we are cooking for?"
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didn't checo marry a teenager and cheat on her in monaco ???
OH here we go now.
Arguably, he is my least favourite driver on the grid for multiple reasons!
So Carola Martinez, his wife, is 25 which makes her 21 in 2018 when they got married. Allegedly, their relationship was public in 2017 and their first child was born in the same year. Which makes Carola a 20-year-old mother. Their actual start of the relationship is unclear but it is simply not giving amazing vibes since they have a 7-year age gap.
Let's continue. Sergio Perez celebrated his sensational 2022 Monaco Grand Prix with a”bad party” where he was snapped dancing body-to-body with an unnamed woman that was not his wife. Additionally, during this event, his youngest child is only two weeks old and it gives me the biggest ick. Even Verstappen's mum was involved in blaming him which is incredibly funny to me
In 2014, Sergio Perez has apologised after making a sexist joke about Susie Wolff's outing for Williams in Friday practice.
The Mexican told Spanish television that he would not like a woman as a team-mate, adding that women were "better to stay in the kitchen".
Perez praised Wolff as a "great driver", but then made the controversial remark, adding: "Imagine being beaten by a woman." in his apology. Lol. Obviously, Susie said "Saw some comments made by Sergio Perez as I was making dinner in the kitchen last night. Please give him a break." on Twitter and then she added. "His comments were taken completely out of context. Anyway, as my family will tell you, I drive better than I cook!"
I can't say I admire how Susie handled it and how those words worked in a particular context but it definitely smells bad to me.
His father, Antonio Perez Garibay, is a well-known politician in his own country, linked to the ruling NGM party of President Andrés Manuel López Obrador. The president has been in power since 2018 and had made promises of tackling corruption and working on curbing the power of drug cartels.
But a section of the Mexicans feels that his governance has not been successful in doing so and therefore dislikes his regime. The poor handling of the Covid-19 pandemic has ignited the rage among the population even more.
I cannot find the source now but someone on Twitter mentioned he is using Sergio's fame to his benefit in his political endeavours. Curious. His party is centre-right to right-wing according to Wikipedia and they promote Liberal conservatism and Christian democracy. Everyone's political taste to themselves but it is an ick for me to be affiliated with a such thing and giving someone a platform in this.
That's it so far. Send it my way if you find anything else!
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Cook and Columbus - The famous explorers and their ships.
James Cook - Captain Cook sailed from England to Tahiti and New Zealand on his most famous ship "Endeavour" before reaching Australia in 1770, where he chartered the east coast.
Christopher Columbus - He set out to sail to India, instead he landed in America in 1492. His discovery let to a brutal history of conquest in which colonial rulers murdered or oppressed the indigenous people. He commanded a number of Spanish ships the "Pinta, Nina and Santa Maria".
Originally a ship of the King's Navy, the HMS Endeavour was a first rate ship of the line. She carried thirty cannons on her lower deck, thirty cannons on her middle deck, and twenty-eight cannons on her upper deck. Six cannons were located on her stern. The rigging of the HMS Endeavour consisted of three masts: the fore, the mizzen, and the main. The ship was propelled by fifteen sails.
The Endeavour was used in the filming of Pirates of the Caribbean - World's End, fully half of the Endeavour was constructed for filming in Grand Bahama Island. However, most of the Endeavour was added by CG imagery. The lavish Endeavour captain's cabin was built on Walt Disney Studios soundstages.
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The Final Verdict: Choosing the Best Spices Brand for Your Kitchen
Introduction:
Choosing the right spices cannot be overstated in the vibrant world of culinary delights. The flavours, aromas, and essence they add to our dishes are unparalleled. If you're looking for the best spices to elevate your culinary experience, you're in the right place. In this comprehensive guide, we'll explore the top contenders in the industry, focusing on the leading masala manufacturing companies in Gujarat. Join us as we delve into the world of Turmeric Powder, Coriander Powder, and Tea Masala manufacturers, aiming to uncover the best spices brands in Gujarat.
Masala Manufacturing Companies in Gujarat: A Flavorful Overview
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Turmeric Powder Manufacturers in Gujarat: Unraveling the Golden Goodness
Turmeric, often referred to as the "golden spice," holds a special place in Indian cuisine. Gujarat boasts numerous Turmeric Powder manufacturers, each vying for the top spot. We'll assess the quality of turmeric sourced, processing methods, and the overall reputation of these manufacturers. After all, a spice rack is incomplete without a jar of high-quality turmeric powder.
Coriander Powder Manufacturers in Gujarat: The Aroma of Excellence
Coriander powder, a staple in Indian cooking, contributes a unique aroma and flavor to dishes. Gujarat is home to several Coriander Powder manufacturers, each claiming to offer the best. In our quest to find the ultimate spice brand, we'll explore the quality of coriander used, the grinding process, and the blend's consistency.
Tea Masala Manufacturers in Gujarat: Brewing Perfection
For tea enthusiasts, finding the right Tea Masala is crucial. Gujarat's tea masala manufacturers contribute significantly to the diverse range of flavors available. We'll delve into the art of blending spices for tea, evaluating the balance of flavors and the aromatic profile each brand brings to the table. Your daily cup of tea deserves the best, and we'll guide you to make an informed choice.
Best Spices Brand in Gujarat: The Grand Finale
After exploring the masala manufacturing landscape in Gujarat and dissecting the offerings of Turmeric Powder, Coriander Powder, and Tea Masala manufacturers, it's time for the grand finale. We'll weigh the pros and cons, considering factors such as authenticity, quality, and customer reviews to declare the best spices brand in Gujarat. Your kitchen deserves nothing less than the finest, and our final verdict will guide you to spice up your culinary journey.
Conclusion:
Choosing the best spices brand for your kitchen is an exciting yet essential endeavour. As we conclude our exploration of the masala manufacturing companies in Gujarat, Turmeric Powder Manufacturers, Coriander Powder Manufacturers, and Tea Masala Manufacturers, we hope you feel equipped to make an informed decision. Elevate your culinary creations with the finest spices Gujarat has to offer, and let the flavors of this culturally rich region enrich your kitchen and dining experiences.
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Forced agr3 with Enjoying because he wants a second shot at kids. Him keeping you bound in a crib all day only taking you out once he gets home, craddling you in his large arms as he feeds you a bottle or let's you suck your pacifier and watch TV, him just trying to not fuck up again and being gentle minus the kidnapping and forced part
yes. YES. I headcanon him as a 100% nc agr3 type of guy - and it doesn't matter if it's because of misdirected love and he's genuinely trying to care for you or if it's something darker and he's trying to get you to submit fully. I love both and I'm so glad it's kinda fanon-ish. Let me just plug this beautiful piece by @allmightsprettyhousewife because I feel like you'd enjoy it if you haven't read it yet 😏 Also, I still have a 'list' ask about agr3 yanderes in my drafts, I really need to finish that!! Because Enji is definitely on there as well pfff
tw. forced agr3, yandere, kidnapping, wildly ooc Endeavour probably pfff, noncon in the last paragraph - sticking to soft Enji with this one
Daddy Enji 🥺 That big, burly man can make anyone feel small. He treats you so delicately, too. Gently plucks you out of the crib when he comes home, and tucks your head under his chin while you're still whining against the pacifier gag. Rocks back and forth to calm you while he kisses your hair and mumbles a word or two about how it's all good now because he's here. He tries, he really does. Gently dresses you up in your favorite colors and soft cotton, tries to keep your diet healthy and interesting, always keeps you close to him (seriously, he’ll just carry you around the house 24/7). He knows it’s so, so lonely without him during the day so he spoils you when he comes home - seats you in his lap and watches cartoons with you, hums goofy little songs to you while he’s cooking, reads to you- He really tries to make the most of your time together, tries to to make you his happy little one.
If you let him, he can be very caring and gentle - and he does feel a little guilty over your predicament from time to time, but he couldn’t leave someone as helpless and cute to fend for themselves. You’re here so he can pour all of his love into you and you’ll learn to reciprocate it, he’s sure.
But don’t make him angry. He has a terribly short fuse. It’s one thing to be fussy because you’re hungry or missed him or to whine because you’re feeling too hot- but outright refusing him and being bratty? He won’t stand that. He tries to be more patient, but disrespect is something he can’t excuse. At all.
He prefers physical punishments and tries to keep them short(ish). Definitely a spanker, probably makes you kneel in uncooked rice for some time, not opposed to a slap to your face when you’re really stepping out of line. But once it’s done (and he has calmed down) he makes sure to run you a bath and praise you a little for taking it so well. Don’t expect grand gestures, but you’ll know he’s satisfied by the way his hands gently wash and rinse you and how he tucks you into a big fluffy towel afterwards.
And he shouldn’t- he knows he really shouldn’t do it- but he can’t help his fingers from wandering sometimes. You’re so cute and weak and small compared to him, your body is practically begging him to touch it. He loves fingering you until you’re reduced to tears, until you beg him to stop because it’s too much, it hurts, you can’t take this anymore. He barely dares to fuck you because he’s so big and you’re always whining about the stretch and the way you’re sore for days afterwards. But you can ride his thigh, his fingers, his face- and sometimes he’s selfish and forces your head down on his cock because your throat is more yielding and is trained to take him. I don’t think the sexual aspect is his main focus, but sometimes you’re simply too cute not to touch and tease.
#ask#anon#yandere enji todoroki#enji todoroki x reader#tw.forced.ar#/endeavour#tw.noncon#also when i say cute and small and all that -ish -- flame d/ddy def makes us all tiny hdsjhsja with his sheer muscle mass alone#i'm very much chubby and uh--- i hope this doesn't read as body exclusive reader
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Thelreads, MHA 250, Replies Part 1
1) “Yeah aspiring to be- wait, what was that again? Caught you?
oh-
Oh wait, this is a villain, isn`t it?”- Villain…stalker… same thing in the end. The title ‘villain’ has basically been co-opted by society to refer to any lawbreakers and those that disrupt society through their actions. This gives the label a very broad range of applicability, which is not always a good thing, as we’ve seen before with Jin and Koichi’s vigilantism. To the average joe on the street, it doesn’t matter what this guy is specifically, just the fact he can be considered a villain is enough reason to run for the hills, besides his insane fashion getup and general ‘I’m crazy’ demeanour.
2) “ohhhh… oh I don`t like this… This is definitely a villain right there, and going by the speech, well, I do feel like I know what the intention is… Well, normally I would agree with someone trying to take down Endeavor, but considering that natsuo and fuyumi are there, I`ll have to pass due to the risk of them getting caught in the middle of the battle.”-Wrong curtain call, but to be fair, Villains with a literal death wish are not that common, or indeed repeat offenders, unless in certain circumstances.
3) “Yep, that`s someone looking for revenge right there, and I absolutely don`t like how the chance of someone getting caught in the middle of this is slowly escalating into a “someone innocent is definitely going to end up hurt””- Not really revenge so much as ‘looking for a highly-specific method of resolving his perpetual suicide-murder boner’. If the guy wanted to die so badly, you’d figure he could have worked out something with some cooking oil from the prison kitchens and a pair of matches, but I guess he just thinks Endeavour’s fire will ‘purify’ him somehow.
4) “Oh wait, after she was sent to the hospital? Not before? What? No wait, the timeline is making me a bit confused here- I mean, I do remember that he was there while Shoto was training but- Oh god, my head is spinning, let`s continue”- I’m 90% certain this is a mistranslation, and it’s meant to be shortly ‘before’ Rei went into the mental hospital, with the implication that her mental wellbeing worsened after the tragic demise of her son, which, would explain why she’d react so violently towards the ‘Endeavour’ that she saw in Shoto’s left side…
5) “Now, about Natsuo, well, can you blame him? He lost his brother, his mother, his childhood- It`s surprising how well-put he is all alone, considering how Japan has that stigma about mental health and all that.”- It’s arguable he’s well-put together because he was never ‘directly’ hurt by any of it. He suffered from the same kind of abuse the rest of the family did, but because his quirk didn’t match what Endeavour wanted he was never the focus of his training, unlike Toya or Shoto, nor the one who got physically hurt by Endeavour, like Rei. He and Fuyumi were excluded from directly receiving the pain the rest of the family did, and it’s heavily implied both feel a great deal of survivor’s guilt over that. Fuyumi took responsibility for the family after Rei got locked up, perhaps in part out of a feeling of atonement for not doing more to stop things before they went too far, and trying to fill in the void Rei left out of guilt, which is why she’s trying to keep the family together, but Natsuo couldn’t take that same position.
He couldn’t step in to fulfil Shoto’s role in his little brother’s place because he wasn’t naturally suited for it, and he couldn’t stop his father, a trained fighter trying to compete with an unstoppable badass like All Might with a grand public reputation outside closed doors, so he could do nothing but feel useless to help the family in its time of need. A lot of Natsuo’s antagonism seems to be rooted in not only his justified anger at Endeavour, but his own self-loathing for not being able to do more to make things better, and now Endeavour’s getting better on his own, without Natsuo again being able to do anything to bring about that change himself, he’s losing the target he was focusing most of his negative emotions on, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He knows it’s right to hate his father, but he can’t argue with the fact that Endeavour really is a changed man, and is constantly demonstrating that in public and, most importantly, in private. He feels guilty about being one of those that managed to walk away from the mess relatively unscathed, and now that things are getting better, he’s starting to feel like he doesn’t really have a place in the family, because they’ve all come together and pulled their weight to overcome that crisis- except him, in his mind.
6) “Oh, Bakugo saw how he looked, and now he understands the reason. It wasn`t simply because he heard how Shoto wants to forgive their father, it was because Shoto wants to forgive his father regardless of the fact he knows what happened to their brother. Jesus that must`ve been hard for him to hear.”- Shoto wasn’t as close to Toya as Natsuo, and apparently didn’t really know him well at all given how he was separated from them at a young age, so his elder brother’s passing didn’t affect him quite the same as Natsuo. And whilst Natsuo wants the family to reconcile together, his inability to accept Endeavour’s mis-handling of his sibling means he just can’t accept Fuyumi’s wish for them to be together again, even as Shoto also indicates that he’s getting ready to bury the hatchet, and Natsuo feels guilty now as the one who’s ‘keeping them apart’. He’s stuck between two choices, and neither one really appeals to him. Letting go of Endeavour’s past mistakes and allowing the family to reconcile, or holding onto them with justifiable resentment and keeping the family splintered out of his resentment towards his father.
7) “Oh thank god the nightmare has ended, even if another one is about to begin- Alright, so how long it will take them to realize that Natsuo was kidnapped? Are they going to find his bag throw into the ground or something?”- More like him almost thrown bodily underneath their car wheels. Ending doesn’t give a shit about his own well-being, and he gives even less of a toss for Natsuo’s. Getting him out of this hostage situation is gonna be a tall order, simply because Ending is twisted enough to spitefully drag him to his death if Endeavour doesn’t man up and kill him immediately, but as a hero, it’s usually against the law to kill somebody who’s sentient and capable of making their own decisions- plus, I don’t think it’d help Natsuo’s impression of his dad if he saw him brutally murdering somebody to save him, given how he already blames him for Toya’s death.
8) “OH MY GOD BAKUGO-
I CAN`T BELIEVE IT, HE ACTUALLY ASKED FOR THE RECIPE FOR THE FOOD THAT HE LIKED. AND HE DIDN`T EVEN ACTED LIKE A TSUNDERE”- Bakugou’s a high-performer who wants to achieve the best and that includes all aspects of his life, from tip-top dental hygiene to the best and most nutritious food to stock up on. If anything, it’s a recognition of how good a cook Fuyumi is that he considers her food recipes worth having again.
9) “YEAH SHOTO I KNO0W YOU`RE FLUSTERED RIGHT NOW, YOU CAN`T DENY IT. AND BAKUGO AT LEAST HASN`T DENIED THEM BEING FRIENDS, EVEN IF HE IS IMPLIED TO BE ON THE SAME BOAT AS MIDORIYA ON THIS SITUATION.”- Fuyumi’s developed excellent social skills during her time as the household mom, so she can tell that actually including Bakugou outright as Shoto’s friend would lead to him loudly denying it, so she instead poses her gratitude towards the most receptive Izuku whilst also hinting, but not saying, that her thanks are for him as well. She’s the glue that not only keeps her household together, but Shoto’s ever-expanding friend list as well.
10) “And now, at the Car of Justice…
Endeavor is upping the difficult, he`s increasing their training since he knows they can handle it, and oh boy will they need it in four months…”- Less than four months as this point, given the minor time skip. They probably only have 3 and a bit’s worth of breathing room to get in fighting shape right now.
11) “OH MY GOD BAKUGO PUT YOUR FUCKING BACK INSIDE THE CAR HAVEN`T YOU WATCHED FINAL DESTINATION? EVEN THE TRANSLATOR CALLED YOU OUT ON DOING THAT”- I was thinking angry Pomeranian dog, but that’s a good comparison as well.
@thelreads
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Kanthony - 26. “I’m gonna ride a rollercoaster with you, you disgusting beautiful garbage angel.” xxx
FINALLY WRITING THIS BC... KATE SHARMA. also eventually i might make an ao3 collection for all my KA drabbles.
If someone told Kate just a few hours ago that she’d be at a full-blown college party - let alone one hosted by a Bridgerton - she would have laughed in their face.
But not only is she at a Bridgerton party - she really should reconsider her friendship with Colin, it’s much more trouble than it’s worth - but now she’s locked in a closet with a Bridgerton.
And not just any Bridgerton. In fact, has it been any other one, maybe Kate wouldn’t want to hit her head against the wall. Colin? Too smug for his own good most of the time, but pretty funny and decent company. Benedict? Fairly pleasant, actually. Daphne or Eloise? They would probably be laughing and making fun of everyone else and having a grand old time.
But no. Luck’s not on Kate’s side that night. Because as she tries hopelessly to push open the closet door, the knob twisting useless in her hands, Kate works to keep her breathing steady - because, of course, while her ponytail is coming undone and her temper is simmering, she’s locked in with a very drunk Anthony Bridgerton.
Kate rests her head against the wall. “Of all people - ” She sighs, turning to face him. There’s a small sliver of light from the doorway, enough for her to see his face in the shadows. “Well this is turning into a rollercoaster of a night.”
“And I’m gonna ride this rollercoaster with you, you disgusting beautiful garbage angel.” Anthony points at her, twirling his finger. Kate rolls her eyes and slaps his hand away when he moves to touch her hair. “Hey! That’s not angelic.”
“Yeah, that’s why I’m disgusting and garbage.” Kate flips her hair over her shoulder. “Although I’m flattered you think I’m beautiful.”
“You’ve been spending too much time with Colin,” grumbles Anthony, crossing his arms across his chest. Kate bites back a smile - he looks kind of cute like that, not that she’d ever admit it. As he leans against the wall and sinks to the floor, he almost pouts. “I forbid you to hang out with him anymore.”
“He’s my partner in Contemporary Lit. Plus he loves my mum’s cooking.”
“Fucking hell.” Anthony runs a hand through his hair. Kate isn’t sure if he’s as drunk as she previously thought, but his dark eyes seem a bit cloudy when he looks up at her. Slowly, Kate sinks to the floor across from him, leaving plenty of space between them. “I left my phone in my room.”
“Edwina has mine.” Kate stretches out her legs in front of her. “Anyone ever come up here?”
“Not during parties.” His words are oddly coherent and he sounds sober, so Kate wonders what is going on that silly brain of his.
But quickly, Kate realizes that might be a fruitless endeavour. When the silence between them becomes too much, however, she blurts out, “So why am I a disgusting beautiful garbage angel?”
Anthony glances over at her, hints of amusement on his face. Kate isn’t sure she likes it. “I’m drunk and those are the first adjectives I thought of.” He turns his head to avoid her eyes, staring at the unmoving and locked door instead. “Don’t read into it.”
Kate narrows her eyes at the side of his face. “So you do think I’m beautiful.”
“ - and disgusting garbage - ”
“I’m flattered.”
Anthony grunts and Kate lets herself grin.
(When Colin finally discovers them almost an hour later, Kate’s hair is tousled and Anthony’s shirt looks more wrinkled than usual and when Colin narrows his eyes questioningly, Anthony just shoves him out of the way and bans him from ever speaking to Kate again.
Kate pats Colin on the shoulder with a wide smile. “See you in class on Tuesday! I’ll bring some badam burfi.”
Anthony groans loudly.)
#bridgerton#wtf is this i dunno im sorry im TRYING#kathony#kanthony#kate sharma#anthony bridgerton#ships: anthony x kate#bridgerton fic#my fic#anonymous#asks
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Shake, Rattle and Roll 4
Chapter Four
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Summary: Escape attempts are not going well. At least you’re in good company.
Warnings: No murder this chapter, but brief discussions of dead bodies, nothing explicit. More swearing (that should just always be a warning with me).
Tags: @fandom-blackhole @pedrocentric @sarahjkl82-blog @giizhkens-cedar
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"We could find another way out," you offered, turning in a slow circle to survey the room.
"If that were an option, that would be a grand idea," Ezra murmured, also surveying the room. "But I do not see anything so fortuitous as that."
"Guys--" Cee started.
"I don't suppose you brought a weapon with you," Ezra half-asked you, turning to quirk one eyebrow at you.
"Course I did," you answered, mildly offended. "I've got a knife on me."
"That is less than ideal." Ezra hummed consideringly.
"Guys," Cee tried again.
"And you have a thrower with you, I suppose?" You shot back, starting to walk around the room.
"Of course I do, I am no starry-eyed optimist."
"Guys!" Cee glowered at both of you.
"Yeah, kiddo?"
Cee walked over to a giant portrait and pushed on one side. The portrait swung open.
"A hidden passage?" You couldn't keep the glee out of your voice if you tried.
"Now how did you know about that, little bird?" Ezra asked, sounding impressed.
Cee didn't answer verbally, just giving you both a look that clearly doubted your intelligence. She stepped through first, and you followed her immediately after. The light dimmed when Ezra closed the passage door after him.
“Where does this go?” you asked Cee quietly, unsure how thick the walls were. You couldn’t hear much, but your heart was also pounding in your ears, so.
“Kitchen,” she murmured back to you. For a moment, you let your heart just hurt at that. You’d have to pass the bodies again to get out. More than that, Cee would have to pass the body of her father. Ouch.
“Doing okay, kid?” you murmured, making an effort to lower your voice further so Ezra wouldn’t overhear. It was likely a fruitless endeavour, but you could try.
“Yeah, fine,” she muttered. You were less than convinced, but willing to put it off for now. There would be time later to discuss emotions and long-term plans and all of that. Or, there wouldn’t be, because you’d be dead. But if you were dead, you wouldn’t have to worry about all that!
Huffing at yourself, you shook your head and very nearly ran into Cee when she stopped suddenly. Ezra did bump into you with a murmured apology that contained about four times the amount of words it needed to.
“Shut up,” Cee hissed at both of you. She pulled a lever--a meat hook?--on the wall and slowly pushed the hidden door open from the inside. There was no noise, but you gently pushed her out of the way so you could venture out first. Finally, you pulled your knife from the sheath hidden under your shirt, holding the knife with easy familiarity. Walking as lightly as you could, you moved through the kitchen, avoiding the pools of blood and the bodies. A very careful peek around the door into the hallway was enough to give you an update.
The other prospectors all stood in the hallway. Fero was attempting to kick the library door down, while Inumon and Mikken had stepped away and seemed to be conversing quietly. You couldn’t hear them, but they were angled towards each other, and you could see Inumon’s hands moving, short, sharp movements to accentuate whatever she was saying.
Just as carefully, you moved back to the hidden tunnel. “All four of them are in the hallway,” you said, speaking quietly. “Fero’s still trying to get into the library. Mikken and Inumon are talking about something.”
Ezra shook his head a little. “Those two are dangerous,” he murmured. “I have heard tell of them when I was on the Green. They were known for their less than savoury dealings with other prospectors, and left more than one unwitting fool robbed blind or dead.”
“They’re still distracted,” you pointed out. “We can go while they’re busy. Cee, is there another way out of the kitchen?”
“Yeah,” Cee answered after a moment of thought. “There’s a service entrance.”
“Kevva this place is old,” you muttered. “Okay. That’s our exit. We should go now.”
Before Ezra could protest, you ushered Cee out of the passageway, effectively putting yourself between her and the sight of the rest of the kitchen. A sharp glance from her told you that she was well aware of what you were doing, but you merely offered her a gentle smile. Softening some, Cee nodded, and stepped away, towards the service entrance. You kept pace with her, refusing to let her see the mess behind you.
"Shit," Cee muttered, frowning at the door.
"What?"
"It's locked."
Ezra sighed from behind you, causing both you and Cee to jump. "Of course the accursed door is locked," he grumbled. "Who would have the corresponding key?"
"The cook," Cee answered after a moment of hesitation.
You dropped your head towards your chest, stifling the frustrated groan that wanted to escape. A hand cupped your shoulder gently, warm even through the material of your shirt.
"You stay here," he murmured to you. "I will handle the unpleasant business. Although I do beg you, if you hear trouble approaching, at least give me a chance to move."
"I'll do you one better if we're about to be discovered," you murmured. "Hurry up, I for one would like to go."
Ezra shot you a devil-may-care grin and turned away. You half-turned Cee, so she couldn't as easily see what was going on.
"Okay, kiddo," you murmured. "Please tell me you don't need anything from here."
Cee shook her head. "No, nothing."
"Good." You took a deep breath. "Cee, I want you to stay here and don't look, okay? I need to go see where the others are, in case…" you trailed off, but you knew she understood.
Cee's face screwed up like she was thinking or arguing. But then she blew out a puff of air and nodded.
You shot her a smile and then made your way past Ezra to the doorway. The group had reconvened, speaking quietly to each other. No violence seemed imminent, at least. Nobody was looking towards the kitchen. They were definitely discussing something, but it didn’t seem too bad.
And then Inumon shot the door, twice. You flinched at the sudden noise, biting your lower lip to keep quiet. Inumon aimed one solid kick at the door, and you heard the thud as it hit the wall from opening so forcefully.
“They’re in the library,” you reported to Ezra, keeping your voice down. “All four of them.”
“I would call that fortuitous, except for one small problem,” Ezra murmured from right behind you. You jumped. “I cannot find the keys.”
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A/n: Please be aware that most of my work are Male/GN pronounce!
If a character is not in the list it's most likely because I won't write for them! I only do adult Characters, but if I miss a character in which you want me to write for please let me know. (Remember to check if my request are open)
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Kissing Promts Request - Remy x MC (QOT)
#40 - A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.
Written from MC POV
~1300 words
Again, it’s not totally nsfw, but these kissing prompts are lending themselves to somewhat racier writing than I usually post - so, that was your warning if that’s not your fic preference, folks 💕
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The Poppy’s latest heist has just finished: relieving an undeserving London-based oligarch of his extensive art collection. As Nikolai said when we toasted in celebration last night, ‘it’s been a somewhat protracted endeavour, but all really very satisfying and worthwhile’. It’s taken several months to complete and has been a particularly challenging and tiring escapade, so we’ve all decided that some downtime to rest and recharge before the next heist begins would do us some good.
Remy and I decided to head back to France as soon as we could, to the chocolate-box cottage we bought outside the city dubbed by Remy as ‘Château Chevalier’ - our little love nest: where we escape to when we want to spend some time alone - just us - secluded from the world in our perfect domestic bliss. It’s not as large or grand a space as the moniker suggests, but it fits us so wonderfully: a modern open plan kitchen and living area, a beautiful master bedroom and a smaller one where I can paint, a bathroom, and a small private garden lined by hedges that basks in sunshine most of the day. From the first time we set foot inside, I felt at home and could picture us happy here - croissants for breakfast on the terrace, relaxing on the sofa watching movies, tangled together as moonlight spills through the bedroom windows. Our home; our castle.
Remy’s cooking dinner for us, as has become our little routine in our château. He loves to cook and it’s a joy to watch him. Music plays in the background as I perch at the end of the small breakfast bar with an intoxicating glass of red wine that we only ever have here. We chatter and laugh about the heists gone by, his brother’s new romance, our friends and dozens of other topics as they flit through our minds. Remy glides effortlessly around the kitchen and makes even the most complex of tasks look like child’s play. I observe with admiring eyes: everything my husband does, he does it with flair - from the way he rapidly chops ingredients and tosses them into the pan, to how he decants wine directly from the bottle into our food with never a measurement taken. I offer to help and my assistance is swiftly declined,
“Everything is under control, ma cherie”, he assures me, shooting me that bright signature smile that makes my heart skip every time, “Sit. Relax. Enjoy the wine with your Remy.” Normally, I simply nod, sit back and enjoy the show, but tonight I choose to pout and fix my saddest brown eyes on him - the ones I know that he just can’t say ‘no’ to, “Please? Let me help you?”
Remy opens his mouth to object, but quickly closes it again before silently agreeing with a flourish of his hands. He would do anything to make me happy and I love him for that. I bounce down from the bar stool, wine glass still in hand, beaming at him, “Yey! What do you want me to do?” He passes me a knife and asks me to julienne some veg, so I wash my hands and get to work slicing as I sing along the music. Before too long I have a bundle of matchstick vegetables and can feel Remy’s eyes on me. One arm snakes around my waist, a whisk in the other hand. He appraises the quality and quantity of my veg - satisfied, he rewards me with a sweet kiss on my cheek, making me blush before returning to his saucepan.
My first task successfully completed, I lean back against the cabinets, sip my wine and watch as he tosses ingredients into one of the simmering pans on the stove, “What can I do next?”, I ask him. Remy gestures to the pantry and requests some flour for his roux so I place my glass down, steal a kiss and playfully squeeze his behind as I pass him. A sound of feigned offence follows me into the pantry and makes me giggle.
After a little searching I locate the packet of flour on the top shelf and as I stretch overhead to bring it down I realise the bag isn’t tightly closed. A little plume of white powder sprinkles to the floor and I dance to avoid it’s path: I do reasonably well as it only dusts my hands leaving my black clothing unharmed! Biting back a mischievous little chuckle as an idea pops into my head, I head back into the kitchen and hand Remy the flour packet, before booping his button nose with my other flour-covered hand. Taken by surprise, he splutters and tries to wipe it away before pulling me close to him. I try to wriggle out of his grasp, laughing but fearful of a flour-filled revenge - but he grips me firmly and his green eyes are glittering as his lips meet mine. A kiss, like so many of ours, that begins in a grin - joy-filled and gentle.
“I’m sorry-“ I mumble against his mouth, “I couldn’t resist...”
His hands settle on my sides, thumbs skimming over the waistline of my jeans grazing the bare skin of my hip bones. A series of soft kisses nuzzle my lips peppered with the words, “And I. Can’t. Resist you. Cherie.” I smirk, as I run my fingers through his hair, teasing him, “Hmmm. I am pretty irresistible.”
The lighthearted humour between us evaporates and everything slows down as Remy closes the little space remaining between us. My stomach stirs recognising the growing hunger in his eyes as they lock with mine. There’s a tinge of dark, rich Merlot on his warm breath as my lips yield and I melt into his touch. Within seconds our kiss has deepened, tongues tangle and my hands rake over the expanse of his toned back, shoulders and rear - my pulse racing. We gravitate clumsily back toward the cool granite top and I groan as I make contact; the hard lines of Remy’s body crush against mine while deft fingers burn beneath my shirt roaming over my curves. Remy hoists me up to sit on the counter effortlessly and instinctively my limbs wrap around him drawing him ever closer to me - every kiss more frenetic than the last, every subtle shift of his hips electrifying me. Just two thin layers of clothing between me and all that I ache for, with every touch stoking the flame between us and making my head spin.
As addled by lust as my brain is, I’m vaguely aware that the saucepans on the stove bubble away furiously now neglected - and that dinner is probably ruined. If Remy has noticed he is as far past caring as I am. Kisses sear across my collarbone as I feebly mouth, “Remy... The sauce is burning...”
His teeth drag slowly from the hollow of my throat to my ear and he rasps, “So am I, ma rêveuse,” he breaks away from me momentarily to turn off the stove, grinning wickedly, “and only one of us can be saved.” Helping me down from the countertop our lips collide once more and our passion overtakes; discarded clothing, declarations of love and scandalous intentions litter the path to our bedroom. As we sink into the soft mattress together a little voice far in the back of my head briefly considers that we can perhaps try to salvage our dinner later but I know from the look in my Remy’s eyes that very soon I’ll have forgotten my own name, never mind the ability to think about what state our meal is in. I laugh to myself as I decide ‘there’s always pizza’ - and that’s the last thought in my head before my brain short-circuits and I’m losing myself to something infinitely better and more satisfying.
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DAIRY QUEEN
Last week, Dairy Queen opened its very first branch here in Seoul, and on Saturday they had their grand opening. As part of that grand opening they ran a very special promotion where the first 100 people in the line would win free Blizzards for a month, and the first 100 people to buy ice cream cakes would win free Fan Set Combos for a year. As a non American I have never eaten Dairy Queen before, in fact I only had a very loose idea of what the place even was, I imagined an ice cream parlour of sorts, a farm or possibly a milk and cheese shop. Usually I absolutely abhor queuing, but for a year’s worth of free food I was prepared to break that rule. So my lack of plans that weekend and lust for free food found me waking up at 6:45 on a Saturday to get there to join the queue. We arrived around 7:15 which was just in time as they had a list of people and at 7:30am it was full.
After that they turfed us outside into the cold to wait for the store to open at 10am. Honestly this seemed a kind of cool way of doing it, had I known I hadn’t made it on the list I would have headed straight back home to bed. When they handed out the tickets I was the 55th person in line and the 44th person to buy an ice cream cake. By the time we got to ordering it was 10:45 so I invested about 4 hours in to the endeavour, but it really didn’t seem like that long and I had a lot of fun in the queue with my friends and making the video above.
This first store is located in the University neighbourhood of Hyehwa. There is only one reason I have been to Hyehwa before and that is to drink at one of my favourite cocktail bars, Mix & Malt. The medium sized store, is set over two floors, and has a cool and relaxed vibe. In the next few months they will be opening more branches all over the country, including one in my neighbourhood of Itaewon (now open and right by exit 3), which is when my VIP Fan Deal set card will start paying dividends. The Itaewon location is set to be where Taco bell currently is and will open in December, and will also be running a special grand opening promotion.
On to the food. I decided to use my new Fan Deal set which includes either a cheeseburger or chicken strips, chips, a drink and an ice cream sundae. As I already planned on getting some burgers on top, I went with the chicken strips, plus everyone had gone on about how amazing they are. For burgers I opted for the Crispy Chicken Burger (4,900) Quarterpounder Bacon Cheese Burger (6,800). I’m greedy so I also ordered a portion of onion rings. As you can see it was one hell of a fast food feast.
I found the beef burger to be very reminiscent of a Burger King Whopper, I found it very tasty at the time, but I was hella hungry after being in that queue for so long, with only a banana to tide me over. The chicken burger was also pretty decent, a very crispy coating and nicely spiced, could have done with a touch more mayo for my tastes, but a solid fast food burger. I had heard good things about the Onion Rings (2,400) through the grapevine but didn’t really care for them, maybe they weren’t freshly cooked but I probably wouldn’t get them again. I’m not really sure what I expected from DQ before going, I thought it might slightly better than the regular fast food places, but I found it to be pretty similar to Burger King.
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Opening Gambit (Final Rose)
Deep within Saviour’s realm, Saviour sat atop her crystal throne. A veritable army of Mini-Dianas and Mini-Claires knelt before her. On her lap, Admiral Mini-Diana cackled with glee. At last, the time had come!
“Romantic Mini-Diana, step forward,” Saviour intoned solemnly.
Romantic Mini-Diana stepped forward. “Hmmm... hmmm?”
“Yes. It is time.” Saviour gestured dramatically. “It is time to win Elsa’s heart!”
Cheers rang out through the grand hall.
“From this moment onward, you are promoted to the Council of Mini-Dianas with all the authority that implies. Furthermore, you have full authorisation to requisition whatever resources you require to succeed in this endeavour! We have a lot of lost time to make up for. I trust you shall not fail.”
Romantic Mini-Diana struck an epic pose and gazed off into the distance. “Hmm... hmm... hmmm!”
X X X
Elsa wasn’t pleased about becoming queen. Wait. That wasn’t quite right. She wasn’t pleased about becoming queen in this particular way. She had always known she would become queen one day, but she had always expected it to be when she was a bit older. Alas, her father’s health had declined, and he had been advised that the pressures of ruling might be exacerbating his problems.
He hadn’t wanted to ask Elsa to take over, but she had insisted. If it meant restoring his health, then she would gladly step up early. Of course, her coronation had been a suitably grand affair, and her whole team had arrived to help her celebrate the occasion.
And it was her team that had led to her current state of confusion.
Averia had asked her to lunch.
Averia had asked her to lunch and complimented her dress.
Averia had asked her to lunch, complimented her dress, and looked at her.
It wasn’t the usual look Elsa had gotten used to. It wasn’t the look that screamed Averia saw her as nothing more than a friend. No. It was a look that Elsa had gotten used to seeing from other people. It was a look that acknowledged Elsa as a woman, a young and attractive woman.
And like an idiot, Elsa had started to hope again. Maybe this time... maybe this time, Averia had actually noticed her interest.
“I don’t know.” A dreary pessimistic Mini-Elsa popped into existence on Elsa’s left shoulder. “It could be brain damage. She’s never noticed before. Maybe we should take her to a doctor.”
A cheerful optimistic Mini-Elsa popped into existence on her right shoulder. “Don’t be like that! It might have taken years, but she’s finally noticed us! Did you see how she looked? She was totally admiring your ass when you got up to leave. This is your chance! Seize the day... or should I say... seize the Averia!”
Elsa looked between the two miniature version of herself. What did it say that she was talking to miniature ice constructs that she’d made herself? Nothing good, probably. But she couldn’t quite bring herself to give up.
She’d go to lunch.
X X X
Saviour read over the proposed course of action. Romantic Mini-Diana and her minion Mini-Dianas had come up with a suitably impressive plan. She had already scanned all of the possibilities and possible timelines, and this was indeed their best option.
“Excellent work.”
“Hmm... hmm!” Romantic Mini-Diana was suitably pleased by the praise. “Hmm... hmm?”
“Yes. I will be forwarding this plan on to Averia immediately. We’ve wasted enough time. I see no reason to waste any more.”
X X X
“Hey.” Averia smiled and waved Elsa over to the dining table. It was in the apartment that Averia was renting for the duration of her stay in Arendelle. “Have a seat. I’m almost done.”
“Done?” Elsa asked before a wonderful aroma wafted through the air. “Is that...?”
Averia nodded. “I thought you’d like it. You always ordered it when we went out for lunch while we were at Beacon.”
The seasoned roasted Mistral-style chicken with vegetables had indeed been one of Elsa’s favourites while they were at Beacon. It wasn’t normally served in Arendelle, but she’d taken a liking to it. But...
“I didn’t know that you could make it.”
Averia shrugged. “Technically, I don’t.”
“Oh?” Elsa raised one eyebrow. She found herself smiling. “Should I be worried?”
“Not at all.” Averia grinned. “What I should say is that I sort of reconstructed how they make it.” She noticed Elsa’s puzzlement and continued. “You have to realise that Saviour has perfect recall. It wasn’t hard to dig up the memories of all the times you ate it to determine what was in the dish.”
“Just by looking at it? Would that really tell you how they seasoned it?”
“Visuals alone, no. But Saviour remembers everything... that includes all sensory data, so I was able to recall the smells. That, combined with further analysis, let me determine what the spices, herbs, and flavourings were, along with the order they were applied in.”
“Really?” Elsa chuckled. Saviour was ridiculous. “And did that give you the cooking time and methodology too?”
“Of course.” Averia smirked. “I can simulate possible cooking methods and times to find the one that best matches the results, or I can extrapolate based on the appearance, texture, and so on of the ingredients.” She went back to the kitchen and then emerged with two plates, one for her and one for Elsa. “Tada.”
Elsa stared. “Are you serious?”
It looked like a perfect replica of the best version of the dish she’d ever had. In fact... unless she was mistaken, it was even better.
“I combined the best elements of the each version of the dish to arrive at the optimised version. I hope you enjoy it.”
Optimistic Mini-Elsa popped onto her right shoulder. “See! You don’t do this sort of thing for only a friend! She’s totally into you. Eat the chicken and then eat -”
“I’m still voting for brain damage,” Pessimistic Mini-Elsa declared. “We should bring her to a hospital right now before it gets any worse.”
Averia tilted her head to one side. “Elsa... why are there two Mini-Elsas on your shoulders, and what’s this about brain damage?”
“Ah!” Elsa yelped, and the two Mini-Elsas vanished. “Uh... nothing.”
Averia’s lips twitched. “You know, there are Mini-Dianas and Mini-Claires running around in my head.”
“Oh.” Elsa winced. “Uh, about the brain damage thing...”
“Relax, I’m not mad. I’ll agree that my behaviour is a bit... unexpected.” Averia sat and motioned for Elsa to do the same. Elsa sat. “But... that bit about me being into you, that’s not wrong.”
Elsa lurched to her feet so quickly that she knocked the table over. Averia caught the flying plates perfectly. Not a single piece of chicken or vegetable was out of place. “What?” Elsa blurted.
Averia held the two plates in one arm and righted the table with the other. Smiling, she set the plates back in place. “We can talk while we eat.”
X X X
Author’s Notes
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