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artsy-waffle19 · 5 months

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officially going insane rn: so I'm rewatching s1 and I just realised that Aziraphale actually says "I forgive you" TWICE in the first season. Once when Crowley says the great plan is horrible and suggests running away together for the first time ("may you be forgiven" "unforgivable is part of the job description") and when crowley apologises and says azira is stupid for wanting to talk to a higher authority over the issue ("you're usually so clever how can someone so clever be so stupid" "i forgive you") and both times it's a situation in which crowley asks for more than zira is willing to give "run away with me/join OUR side"/ "stop idealising heaven/god when they're so clearly not ideal" and usually when aziraphale says "i forgive you" what he means is "I'm not gonna do that (yet) and i forgive you for crossing that line before I was ready" (he never actually says "no" because he clearly knows that he should (and wants to) do those things but isn't ready for them and mad at crowley for bringing them to his attention).

And the sad thing is that most of the time, all Crowley is asking, is for Aziraphale to call the things what they are.

But part of aziraphales process is "doing the things but never calling them what they are" let me elaborate: "There is no OUR side" but "I thought we carved this existence out for OURselves" and "this is technically YOUR car just as this is technically MY bookshop (they're both OURS though)". He won't ever question god and heaven, he'll give away his sword and save the children anyways. He won't confess his love but he'll hypnotyse everyone at the shopkeepers meeting so can ask Crowley to dance.

In his mind: He can do whatever he wants as long as he doesn't have to call it anything that would indicate it strays from what he's supposed to do. If he can twist the words to describe it as something holy, he can do it, even if that doesn't actually describe what he's doing or why he's doing it.

But the thing is that Crowley doesn't care about sides and he doesn't care about others approval. He'd rather lie entirely in his reports back to hell about having dones stuff he actually didn't do (the spanish inquisition/ the french revolution) than to stretch the truth or bend words to make him technically speak the truth. He always did, which is partially also a reason why he fell. For him, that trait of his, saying those things out loud is the reason why he's a demon, it's what makes him "unforgivable"

Now he doesn't want that same fate for Aziraphale, which is also why he respects the "you go too fast for me" because Armageddon isn't about to come then and they're still stuck in certain limitations. In situations in which "calling it what it is" could also cause Aziraphale to become a demon, "unforgivable"

But as soon as the apocalypse is about to start or as soon as they're free from heaven and hell he asks Aziraphale to take the chance and just quit it.

In those situations he starts asking for what he knows Aziraphale wants to give, saying the things out loud they've been dancing around for centuries. "We're on OUR side (you never gave a fuck about the rules and the ideals of heaven, not since the day I met you, now just accept that you don't want to be a part of this and go with me like you always have)", "how can someone so clever be so stupid (you know that this won't work, you know that they won't change, please just accept what you already know and come with me)", and finally: "we're a team, a group, a group of the two of us and we spent our existence pretending that we aren't (need I say more? I mean he says it loud and clear: we're basically a couple and we both know it but we never call it what it is. Please call it what it is)"

But every single time everything he gets back is an "I forgive you" "I forgive you for saying that out loud, even though it's something unforgivable" and everytime he goes back to how things were before without further protest. They have a fight, Aziraphale "forgives him", they leave, they come back to each other with the things unchanged, they do it again. And every single time Crowley backs down and accepts the situation. He accepts the "forgiveness" for saying what Aziraphale can't.

Except for in s2 e6 because this time he refuses to call it anything but love. This time he won't back down and do what aziraphale wants him to do, which would be: become an angle, be forgiven.

Because if being an angle, if being forgiven, means bending the truth and dancing around words, means never getting to be on OUR side, means never getting to be an US, means never getting to say "I love you" to the one person that matters, then he doesn't want to be forgiven.

so he tells Aziraphale "don't bother"

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens prime #go2 #go #good omens analysis #good omens aziraphale #good omens crowley #good omens meta #good omens season two #crowley x aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale x crowley #aziraphale #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers

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heavenbelongstociaran · 1 month

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me and my wilmon playlist

i like to think of myself as the second coming of christ when it comes to making playlists right, and i have this completely reasonable in length young royals playlist and i feel like i nailed it, in terms of the general vibe of the show AND scene specific themes.

ANYWAY, the reason i'm bringing it up is because i think there are a few songs that are very season specific that are in there.

season 1: visions of gideon by sufjan stevens

I KNOW everyone and their mother would agree that this song is very tragically wilmon.

"I have loved you for the last time

Is it a video? Is it a video?

I have touched you for the last time

Is it a video? Is it a video?"

giving very much episode six, when simon and wille were saying goodbye just before wille left for the palace. even though simon was being reassuring, comforting and encouraging (calling him brave, saying the royal court couldn't force him to do something he didn't want to do), wille (imo) didn't seem to believe him. and i think the way they kissed just made it seem like wille had already made his mind up, even though he said that he wouldn't lie about the video. it felt like he knew he was going to do it, and that it would inevitably be the end of the relationship, hence the lyrics being "i have loved/touched you for the last time."

honourable mentions include:

i'm your man by mitski

on and on by djo

favourite crime by olivia rodrigo

love in the dark by adele

it almost worked by tv girl

hurts me too by faye webster

take me home by pinkpantheress

let light be light by lizzy mcalpine

season 2: crack baby by mitski

gonna start with the honourable mentions first because there are loads:

i loved you by sunday cruise

thursday girl by mitski

why didn't you stop me by mitski

capable of love by pinkpantheress

genuinely, there are so many more but these are the ones that popped into my head as i was scrolling through the playlist.

you know that one saying that's like, "you never know how good you had it until it's gone" or however it goes? that's how season 2 felt.

both simon and wille were trying to recreate what they had or could have had with other people (marcus and felice, respectively) and realised that that would be impossible.

"Crack baby, you don't know what you want But you know that you had it once And you know that you want it back Crack baby, you don't know what you want But you know that you're needing it And you know that you need it bad"

said realisation definitely hurt wille incredibly, considering he said he wished it hadn't happened. it made him realise what life could be like, but he threw that away because he thought he was doing the right thing by denying the video ("protecting" simon). i actually have no idea how to explain this but like, trust me bro.

season 3: too many to name.

heaven by mitski. these fuckers were so in love this season, it was quite sickening (/affection). thinking about season three wilmon makes me want to cry, ignoring their communication issues, and other things that had a negative impact on their relationship.

a part of that by anna kendrick. HERE ME OUT. so, the song is from the movie adaptation of the play "the last five years" and anna's character, kathy, is watching her husband succeed and do all these amazing things in his life and is wondering where she fits into all of it. in season three and maybe the whole series, there's the topic of where the big five fit into the society or positions they're placed in and their positions in each other's lives. wille's struggle w/the monarchy and wanting out, august wanting in (for example).

dark circles by ryan beatty. this has simon written all over it.

casino by ryan beatty.

capable of love by pinkpantheress. goes with what i yapped about regarding season two. whenever they break, or rather when simon breaks up with simon, they seem to feel like this is the be all, end all of everything and that they won't love anyone ever again. in capable of love, pinkpantheress is saying that people pretend that the bond that she has with her love interest doesn't exist, ie people ignoring the fact that simon and wille were together at one point and only acknowledging wille when he got with felice BUT she also says that that doesn't matter, considering everything they went through to get to where they are now. she goes on to say that she'll never be able to love anyone the same way if they were to ever break up and i think that, throughout the series, this has shone through.

ribbons by ryan beatty. https://genius.com/31122186/Ryan-beatty-ribbons/Whos-gonna-hold-you-while-you-sleep-well-its-brave-to-be-nothing-to-no-one-at-all

little faith by ryan beatty!!!!!! (quite frankly, the entire album, Calico.)

general

there are a lot of songs that could encompass the show. capable of love. literally any loyle carner song about struggling with your identity and familial relationships and breaking cycles (polyfilla). sufjan stevens (mystery of love, everything that rises). so on and so forth. but wilmon and the young royals are not one dimensional enough to be described by one or eighteen songs, they're a whole catalogue. that playlist on paper is the most random thing i have ever crafted because fo&o, boygenius and brockhampton have no right to be in the same playlist, but hurt like we did, cool about it and any way want me absolutely deserve to be together; in a cool way, i think that's literally what simon and wille are like: on paper, they don't make sense. the crown prince of sweden, white and privileged and a gay brown boy from a small town who just happens to be an antimonarchist, but if you take that all away, they're two boys trying to find their place in the world, making mistakes.

feel free to give feedback and song recs !!!

playlist links:

apple music: https://music.apple.com/za/playlist/young-royals-but-i-made-the-soundtrack/pl.u-6mo4ZzvSBedVApW

spotify: (i haven't updated it on there in at least six months): https://open.spotify.com/playlist/25Pf9bDFBl6vtXOH9cvJC5?si=0b8a0ff36bb5435e

#young royals #simon eriksson #prince wilhelm #wilmon #omar rudberg #if this flops i will cry

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pod95 · 3 years

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Pairing: Finn Balor X OFC (Ciara)

Word Count: 1981

Warnings: Mature to explicit as the story goes on.

Description: After moving to the USA from England to start her career as an NXT superstar, Ciara gets to meet her long time crush, NXT champion Finn Balor. It's clear the pair have chemistry, but when tensions start to rise, will they find they want more than a no strings attached relationship?

So this is the first piece of fanfic I have written literally ever. I will be posting them here periodically, but I already have 6 chapters out on my Wattpad, AO3 and FanFiction pages.

This series will involve romance, drama and (although it will take a little while) some smutt too. Hope you enjoy it! 😊

Chapter 5: Prince Charming

I had a quick shower in my locker room before heading out to the car park, where Fergal was coolly leaning against his car. I was feeling kind of nervous. Up to now every time I'd seen Fergal it was down to pure coincidence. Now we were very intentionally going out for food together.

"Ready to go?" he smiled as I approached his car. I nodded sheepishly in response. "Good. We'll swing by your place so you can drop of your stuff and change if you want."

"That would be great, thanks!" I threw my gym bag into the trunk and climbed into the passenger seat. Fergal turned the radio on low and pulled out of the car park.

"So can you drive back in England?" he asked me.

"To be honest no, I never got my licence"

"Really? How come?" I hesitated for a moment before answering. The truth was simple: I could never afford to. But the reason why was something I wanted to run so far away from that I'd never think about it again.

"Well... I grew up in a poor area and money was tight for a lot of my life. I guess I just... Never got around to it," I lied, before lowering my head in embarrassment.

"Ya know," he piped up eventually, clearly noticing my discomfort, "I didn't learn to drive until I joined NXT. Dusty actually taught me" he admitted, with a hint of sadness.

"You must have some great memories with him"

"Oh I could tell you some stories, " he smiled at me before turning his attention back to the road.

The journey was filled with laughter as Fergal recounted his driving lessons, and soon enough we were pulling up outside my apartment.

"Right, won't be a minute"

I jumped out of the car, rushed inside and dumped my gym stuff in the washer. Knowing that this wasn't a date took a lot of the pressure off of choosing an outfit. I kept reminding myself that this was just a casual meal between work colleagues and not to overthink it. I returned to the car in a nice top and some jeans.

"So where are we going?" I asked.

"Well there's a nice sushi place near here, or we could get pizza-"

"I LOVE sushi!" I interrupted loudly before catching myself "I mean... Sushi sounds great, please"

"Sushi it is!" Fergal giggled, and pulled away from the pavement.

* * * *

As we entered the restaurant, the host greeted Fergal with a warm, familiar smile.

"Mr Devitt! Your usual seat I presume?" he asked, eyeing me before giving Finn a knowing look. It was obvious the host was not surprised to see Fergal here with a new face.

"Yes please, if it's available"

"Of course! Right this way sir. And might I say, your lady friend looks ravishing this evening" he flashed me a charming smile.

"This is Ciara, she's a new superstar. She worked her ass off today so I'm treating her," Fergal flashed that gorgeous smile again, but his quickness to correct the hosts mistake had me a little disappointed.

"Ah, my mistake sir! I assumed... No matter. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Just a soda, please"

We took our seats in a quiet corner of the restaurant.

"Same for me, thanks" I nodded.

"Right away," he nodded and left the two of us alone.

Our table was next to a large window looking out across a small stretch of beach. Not one of the many that were overpopulated with tourists, but a quiet, peaceful piece of heaven. As the sun started to set, its light was dancing across the surface of the ocean. It was a beautiful sight. I could see why this was Fergals usual table, though I couldn't help but wonder how many women he'd brought here, charming them with the view.

"So, what looks good?" Fergal opened the menu and glanced over the pages.

"Honestly, all of it..."

"I usually just get a sushi platter to share and then order some ramen or a bento box for myself."

"That sounds perfect," I closed my menu and set it down, relieved that he'd taken the lead before I said something stupid. Fergal called a waiter over to give him our order before turning his attention back to me.

"So how did you get into wrestling?"

"My mum is a huge fan, we used to watch it together. She's basically in love with Brett Hart" I giggled.

"She must be incredibly proud," he smiled. I nodded in response, trying to hold back some tears that had started to form. Noticing my sadness, his tone softened, "I know it's hard, moving away from family, friends, boyfriend..."

"Oh, I'm single so that's not an issue but... Yeah, I miss them a lot."

It could have been my hopeful imagination, but the look in his eyes seemed to shift slightly from sympathy to devilish triumph.

"Really? That's interesting..."

"How so?" I asked, playfully.

"Well..." he hesitated before leaning in slightly closer to me. He squinted his eyes in thought, as if he were trying to solve a difficult puzzle. "You're beautiful, so I doubt you're short on options. You don't have any annoying habits that I've seen, but honestly you're attractive enough that most guys won't care-"

"And what if I'm only interested in women?" I teased, enjoying watching his attempts at analysing me. He chuckled cockily and licked his bottom lip.

"Well in that case, all that flirting you did last night wouldn't make much sense would it?"

"I... Suppose not..." I mumbled, my cheeks beginning to feel hot once again.

Every interaction between Fergal and I felt like a game of Tennis, passing flirtatious remarks and enticing glances between us until one of us (usually me) was left feeling embarrassed.

"So that means, you're choosing to be single. Why is that?" he leaned back in his chair and folded his arms, satisfied with his theory.

"I'm just not looking for anything serious now. My career comes first."

"That's smart," he nodded in approval.

We were interrupted by a waiter bringing our food to the table. Everything looked and smelled amazing.

"I just got out of something semi-serious so, I'm focusing on my career too."

I popped a Maki roll into my mouth to hide my surprise. He didn't look like he was lying to me, but Saraya had mentioned last night that he was seeing someone. Maybe she was just taking a dig at him. There was a lot of hostility there after all.

Ugh... Thinking about last night was giving me flashbacks of my piss poor attempt at being alluring. I shuddered the thought out of my mind.

"You ok?"

"Yeah just, kind of embarrassed about last night," I confessed. "I don't normally flirt with complete strangers."

"I could tell, you were really bad at it. Do you always get like that when you're drunk or are ya just that attracted to me?" Fergal laughed, doing nothing to calm my already crimson face.

"I'm always like that, sorry to disappoint. But I did want to thank you for not taking advantage, and for making sure I got home safe. It was really kind of you..."

"Wow. No wonder you're single. You really need to get higher standards for men love. If not trying to sleep with you when you're drunk is your idea of kind, you're gonna be dating a lot of assholes."

I knew he was right, but considering my last relationship, honestly at this stage I'd say almost anything was an improvement.

We continued eating and laughing until finally the bill came. I reached into my bag to get my purse out.

"Woah, what are ya doing? I said this was my treat." Fergal insisted, reaching into his back pocket.

"At least let me pay for half of it"

"Absolutely not."

"You are fighting a losing battle here miss. Mr Devitt is a gentleman after all," the host chimed in, leaving me with no choice but to concede. We thanked him for the meal and said our goodbyes.

It was only when we got outside and it was pitch black I realised how long we'd been here for. Time really felt like nothing when I was spending it with Fergal. The journey home was made in a comfortable silence, both of us stuffed from dinner as I hummed along to the radio, and before I knew it we were pulling up outside of my apartment.

"Here, it's dark. I'll walk you to your door," Fergal switched off the engine and got out of the car.

"Thanks again for tonight. It was nice getting to hang out. Made me feel a little less lonely being here," I reached into my purse to grab my keys.

"No problem, I know what it's like moving to a new country. If you ever need anyone to just hang out with, let me know," he suggested.

"And next time I will definitely pay!"

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that." he beamed.

In the moonlight he looked more gorgeous than I could ever imagine, and I couldn't stop my gaze from wandering. They travelled from the pale blue pools of his eyes, to that intoxicating smile, to the perfect contours of his chest, all the way down to-

"Ahem, my eyes are up here," he smiled cheekily, clearly very pleased with himself that yet again he'd caught me checking him out.

"I was just-"

"No need to be embarrassed love. I take it as a compliment. I actually find it really cute you can't keep your eyes off of me. Besides..." he took a step closer to me and placed a tender hand on my cheek, "You're not the only one who's thought about it."

"Th.. Thought about... What?" I stammered, feeling a pleasant tingling at his touch.

"Oh, you KNOW what" he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I don't..."

He pushed me gently against the wall and held me there, one hand still caressing my cheek, the other pinning my hands above my head.

"So... You haven't thought about me ripping your clothes off and throwing you onto the bed. You've not thought about how it would feel, me kissing every inch of your body," he moved his face closer to mine until our lips were mere inches apart. His eyes were staring intensely into mine, and the feeling of his breath on my skin made my heart beat faster.

"And you've never imagined how, when you can't take any more, I'd make you feel more pleasure than you've ever felt before."

I ran my tongue along my bottom lip in anticipation. Anticipation for a kiss that never came. A let out a small whine as he pulled his face away and released me from his hold. Hearing this he smirked.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," he sighed, looking very frustrated with himself. "Look, you're sweet... But I don't do sweet. Okay? I do broken and desperate and fucked up. It's just easier that way. Good girls always think they can fix me, and then treat me like I'm the bad guy when they get their heart broken in the process. If you know what's good for ya, you won't cross that line. I'm not your Prince Charming, love."

He walked back to his car, leaving me alone at my doorstep, confused and disappointed as he drove off into the night. I shut the front door behind me and threw myself onto the sofa in frustration. Damn, having him that close to me, talking about the things he was had gotten me all worked up. I needed to get that out of my system before the next time I saw him, otherwise I might just have to show him how wrong he was to call me a good girl.

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douxie-casperan · 3 years

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"One, why do you always look so sad when I bring up Merlin with you? Two, I know you like to avoid my questions, so what are you hiding from me? Can I not change it? I know the timeline is precious and all, but how can it be wrong if it would make you happier? So, I guess that's my third... Would it be so bad to change whatever it is you won't tell me?" -(but-master)

Douxie looks at his other, far younger, self who is lucky enough not to know how much ignorance is bliss and what exactly he’s asking with any of these. He doesn’t deserve to lose it anymore than he did but perspective is a damnable beast and it’s tongue cursed but he’s not been given any real choice in the matter. He’ll make it as gentle as he can... So he pats Moppet on the head in a way Lady Morgana would do on occasion trying not to betray just how much it hurts.

“If you’re gonna ask me any of these, you’re sitting down first. No ifs about it.”

It’s clear he won’t budge even slightly on this one from how his arms have crossed and it’s another of those rare times he’s deliberately carrying a bit of authority both in stance and gaze. He waits until he’s done as he was bid before finally speaking up again.

“Before I say anything remember that ignoring the whole time travel weirdness mess I was in the same position as you once, I remember it, I know what I was thinking at the time. That’s why I know I may as well be running the slorr gauntlet while pissed to high heaven on the scale of non-existent enjoyment. So yeah, bad.”

Letting out a sigh his fingers are absently fiddling with the bracelets of his right wrist.

“I have never had any doubt whatsoever that Master Merlin’s intentions were good and still don’t. He felt he was doing the right thing, every time, using his foresight to predict a better path that no other person was ever privy to. But despite what you might think this was never perfect because he relied on his own views of things, what he felt was best and quite honestly would damn anybody who didn’t fall into the neat little setup of what was to be. That included me, us, whatever, too. With never acting exactly to those expectations it’d earn ire or being yelled at on levels no customer I’ve ever met will match because he had so much more to use on me to do it with.” Another pause to take a breath then he continues.

“His belief is that negative reinforcement will suit the end goal because you will want to avoid that and thus do better because he either didn’t know or didn’t care about the damage it was doing long term. I’m still not sure. Centuries later and he was still treating me like I was you and that I couldn’t have possibly done a thing in that entire time, that I was still the same kid who only messed up constantly and me being me still wanted to try and prove him wrong you know? That I actually managed to become something despite it being drilled in constantly that mistakes were what I was best at and those rare times of good were one off’s to be shooed aside for the next error, and the next, and the next. I lived for the times he let me just exist as something else because it was like snatching dreams while drowning in reality.”

Clink clink

“Then I did something that caused things to spiral so badly that makes everything else I’ve done pale in comparison. But you know what? I regret the mess it caused completely it should never have gotten that far but his refusal to listen means he was not an innocent party that witnessed it happening right in front of his eyes either. I’m a firm believer every life is worthwhile, there are no easy pawns to use as a sacrifice and that’s something he could never wrap his head around because his “greater good” also means some losses are worth the potential gains.” He lets out another sigh, looking at Moppet, really looking at him with a wry smile.

“The way he cares is very conditional and his way is not what we needed truly but it’s there. You have to practically get an excavation site out to get to it first because he’s a prideful old man too stubborn to admit he could miss anything or worse be wrong. At least she was always honest about how she felt, he needed a clue by four wrenched from the past to finally acknowledge the same. By righting a different wrong I never started I guess it was the first step for him to realise that perhaps I might have slowly become my own person while he took his eye off the ball.”

The bracelets crunch slightly under his grip and it seems he’s no longer able to look at him, focusing on something that perhaps is not even there.

“When he finally did say maybe I was right instead, it… It felt like somebody ripped my heart in two and smashed it into pieces and that I’d never recover from it. I’m afraid you will need to earn the words for yourself one day, it will be one of the greatest things you’ll ever earn but also the most tragic. I still have nightmares.”

#customer queries #but-master #Anonymous #No facts truer than a good meme #Master Merlin

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palakshishaswat-writinglover · 3 years

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There will come one day (BSD One shot)

"Oi! Shortie! wait for me", you called for your ginger head. Chuuya turned to you as he stopped after listening from you. You were running all the way to the park where you guessed he might be. You were so happy that Chuuya is back, back to you after a good long while. You reached upto him and rested your hands on your knees, which seemed like a bow, as you were out of breath. It felt like there was no air, 'But if there is no air then what am I gasping for', you said to yourself.

"I know you like me~ and respect me~. But no need to bow", he said in a calm tone but teasing was hidden deep beneath those words. He was wearing a navy blue shirt and black pants and off course his peaked cap was resting on his head.

"O.. ho.. Mr. Commader, why that hat can always stay with you, whereas I can't ", you said, answering his tease through a tease. But it seems it didn't worked out.

"Ptfff, well well, you would be allowed to go with me soon. By the way how did you know that I am here?", he asked. He sitted himself on the bench indicating you to sit beside him.

"Course Chuu........ I know where you use to come when you would like to relax", you said as you sit beside him. He always use to talk about searching for peace, he just wanted it, and could do anything for it. Well, you heard him singing a hymn related to it. Actually according to him he took his step in army as he thought that a selfless sacrifice can lend him peace. Who knows?

"Not gonna talk?", he asked as he turned his gaze from the book in his hands to the girl sitting next to him.

"Sitting beside you, and watching you contented and happy is more than enough Chuuya", you said in a very calm tone which always felt like a beautiful music to Chuuya's ears. You didn't mean to tease and so didn't. It was dense but truth. You let out a deep sigh of happiness. You smelled the fabulous fragrance of seasonal flowers like hibiscus. The scent was reaching upto you with warm air. It was no more skin burning which indicates soon autumn will reach to your doorstep.

"(Y/N), I want to tell you something", he said. Little sadly, his eyes were showering something which felt like......... guilt. You were suddenly caught with worry. You never wanted to watch the most important person of your life like this.

"Chuya!", you couldn't help your voice to not to feel like startled. You put each of your hands on both of his shoulders. "Jus-just tell me. Everything is fine. I won't mind whatever it is you want to tell".

"Don't be worried", he put one of his hands over your own. His sapphire eyes turned to capture the beautiful scene of setting Sun. When you arrived here, there were some people strolling, but now it was deserted leaving you, Chuuya and little birds. Little chirpings of birds and honking of vehicle were filling the background music. You didn't moved your orbs from the red head. He looked at you with small smile, warm as ever. He wasn't wearing his hat on the moment. You didn't realised that when did he kept it on bench. He rest his head on your lap and lifted his body up on the bench.

"Can I rest here for a while", you nodded with a small smile. Whatever it was, surely enough, it was depressing. And you thought that Chuuya will tell you once he is Ok.

"(Y/N)", Chuuya spoke after a short while. His eyes were still close and his flaming hairs were lying carelessly on his face.

"Yes?", you replied softly.

"Will you do me a favour?", he asked, his voice was ever so peaceful. You nodded to it and he continued, "please stay happy, seeing you like this is the biggest pleasure in life". He opened his eyes to took deep into you, it seems he can reach into your soul."Anything Chuuya, if it makes you happy", you said. He smiled to you and you both saw the stars which were now showing themselves in the sky.

"Say Chuuya, are you going back. But you just returned", you almost pount as those words slipped out your mouth. He nodded to it and continued, "don't worry I would be back by October 23. Well I thought you would be furious and won't be talking with me, so.....".

"So you thought to emotionally blackmail me first, so that I won't be angry at you", you said as a quiet chuckle escaped your mouth. "Let's go home it's getting dark". He glanced at the night sky, "I will walk you home". As a overly protective person Chuuya was, he never asked you something like that he would mostly order you instead, like:

• Don't go alone anywhere far.

• Don't go out at night.

• Don't drink.....

Well the third point was unfair as Chuuya would drink more often. He says that by chance if anyone would get you in your drunk form, which was very bad, then anyone can take advantage of that. And after all, after few time you were gonna become the fiancee of the Wing Commander. Yes... Chuuya is a part of the Air force.

It was pretty long way through the busy roads. People were heading to their home, exhausted, probably. Chuuya was silent throughout the walk. You were mostly giving him glances, actually you couldn't resist it, he looked so nice. A person who can't resist his insult. Those eyes which demands respect. His flaming hair were like a lion's mane - 'Aslan', you told yourself. But for you so pleasant. He was your paradise.

"Chuu-ya~", Chuuya turned to you as he heard his name, "your looking great today", you said. He blushed at the sudden compliment. Chuuya never leave comments, never compliment, neither do he flatter, he is simple. 'An ideal personality', you told to yourself. You reached to your home, while he was waving a hand, you drag him inside and requested, or rather ordered, to meet your mom while you would prepare him dinner. You three ate in peace while little giggles and chuckles were coming out from the three of you. After a good long conversation Chuuya finally waved off and promised that they would meet on 23 October.

__________(on 23 October)

You were walking gleefully to Chuuya's house (or rather Bungalow). Well you couldn't resist your happiness that it was giving your every step a little hop. You reached to the entrance and welcome yourself. Mr. and Mrs. Nakahara were really nice person and they always welcomed their future daughter in law. As you were passing through the pathway of their huge-enough garden. All of a sudden you eyes caught by your future father in law. He greeted you with a warm smile but....... a slight sadness?

"Pleasure to see you (Y/N)-kun. Well I have an important task so will you go to Fuku-San?".

Fuku San was your mother in law and you liked her a lot. You nodded and and Kensuke-San went from beside you. As soon as he turned from the sight stunned you. It seemed as if 'Sorrow' was clearly written on his face. You felt tear forming in your eyes but shrugged the strange feeling off which was so dark and haunted you. You met to Fuku San and again the sight stunned you. She had rapped herself in milky white cloths with no designs, no printings nothing. Just as you saw Kensuke San, he too was wearing simple white cloths whereas he usually wear his laboratory coat.

"Fuku San, did something...um.... happen? Why the most colourful people had rapped themselves in white", you said taking care of your tone because the person might had some close relation. At this Fuku San's small sad smile was transforming. The tears she was holding came running down her cheek and she fell on her knees. You embraced her tight as you tried to comfort her. She finally hold down and pointed to the verandah which opens to the backyard. You stood up with her and walked to the place. Some more people were sitting there in white clothing. Maybe Nakahara had the funeral at their own home. A sad smile went off your face as soon as your eyes fell on what you just saw in front of you. On the table - where for background music everyone were reciting their regrets and enchanting sweet songs to the person so that the person would rest in peace - was the photo of a young looking man. A Garland was hanging on the photo and two instance stick were ignited at the side. Your heart drop at the sight of it and soundless scream escape your mouth.

Fuku San gathered all of her courage and tried to speak. Her voice was dry as she said," There was an attack the day before yesterday and their unit were stuck between the opposition's fighter planes and............," her voice trailed off as she tried her best to continue.

And......

"To save his comrades, Chuuya gave upon his life. He is dea- dead. He died yesterday", more tears rolled on her cheeks. Only one thing was roaming in your head that...................... Chuuya's dead, red head is dead, no, no you can't leave me you can't. You can't!

You walked up to the table where ginger's photo was lying. Your face was blank, a tear ran down your face, following it, more and more tears were coming, but you weren't aware of it. They didn't matter at all. What you could imagine was, Chuuya. Were all of it a joke? Would he just pop up from behind you? You saw behind you in anticipation. You won't hear his voice anymore, the thought of it was killing you and burning you alive.

"(Y/N)", for once you thought that Chuuya is back to you. You were delighted and you turned around to see your ginger. But.... it wasn't him. Your smile dropped and so your head. You slowly turned back to the picture of your ginger. A tall brunette with chocolate coloured eyes was standing beside you. He tapped on your shoulder and told you that, 'he has a very important message for you'.

"From Chuuya?", you questioned in disbelief but accepted when he reassured you. May be something, something you could do for him. At the moment any memory of him felt like heaven. But you couldn't control on the tears, they had now became something usual like rising of the sun. But what the worse was your heart it ached.

So hard.

To be continued.......

Want to read futher? Check out my one shot book on wattpad.

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punkscowardschampions · 3 years

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Jude & Jac

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thesoujishow · 4 years

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S01E01 - Ken Sarukenka

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Souji: Testing? Hello?

Ken: Yo? Sounds like it's working to me!

Souji: Ok. There we go.

[INTRO - glitchy transition music]

Souji: Hello, and welcome to the Souji Show. I'm Souji and this is a show where I talk about anything I want. 'Cause this is my show, and not yours.

Souji: This episode is sponsored by the peanut butter in Reese’s cups. They have the taste and the texture of a vitamin-enriched paste you squeeze from a tube directly into your mouth when you’ve been living in a bunker for 30 years because aliens invaded and it’s your birthday treat. Thank you Reese’s!

[MAIN - glitchy transition music]

Souji: For this very special, first-ever episode, we have a very special guest. You may know him as The Howler, or the other Ken, but to me, he's my monkey boy. Everyone, give it up for Ken Sarukenka!

Ken: Indeed, none other than the fantastical Ken Sarukenka.

Souji: Now Ken, tell everyone about yourself. Where are you from? What motivated you to go to Kyoranki? All that jazz.

Ken: I was born and raised in Kyoto and moved to Osaka around the start of middle school and been here ever since, my parents are Ippei and Meiko Sarukenka, better known as Great Ape and Statue, I am also a two time winner of middle school nationals in gymnastics, I was motivated to become a hero because all my life people around me have been heroes, my parents used to be, my brother is one and I choose this school because my brother graduated from here and it's reputation!

Souji: So, both your parents and brother are heroes. Was the decision to enrol at Kyoranki one you made on your own? Or was there added pressure from your family? How did they react when you got the acceptance letter?

Ken: Well, both my parents retired shortly I came into the world, I wouldn't say any of them pressured me but being overshadowed isn't very nice, yakno? I think it was mostly expected in a way, mostly because of my family really.

Souji: Speaking of being overshadowed, do you feel that you have the need to surpass your family in a way?

Ken: Yes, I feel that I have to surpass every single one of, my parents, my brothers I can't be remembered as the second or third best in my family, yakno? [dead serious tone]

Souji: O-ok. What was it like growing up with famous parents? Did people recognise you at all?

Ken: Well, growing up with famous people isn't anything special to me I get recognised every now and then, I met a bunch of other celebrities, I met a bunch of old guard heroes and a few newer once through my brother but it's not anything extreme I'd say. I'm more likely to get recognised now probably after I ended up on the news!

Souji: Speaking of being in the news, the Osaka Rising Star featured your fight at the provisional licence exams. Now I've heard from a little birdie that you didn't have the best time at the exams. Can you tell the listeners more about that? And what are your plans going forward?

Ken: Well... uh what can I say, I'll do the remedial courses and show the speaker that he was wrong to fail me right from the get go so he can go to sleep every night thinking that he almost stopped this world seeing the shining star of tomorrow! As for plans, train, complete remedial course and push forward the keys to everything in life.

Souji: Care to share on how you're planning to do that? What sets your apart from the rest of the Sarukenka heroes?

Ken: It's hard to say, are a bit different but if anything I'd say what sets me apart is the fact that I am none other than I and that I won't stop before I stand out even among them!

Souji: That's a very Ken answer. I respect that. [chuckle]

Ken: There is no other answers than the Ken answer, Souji. [little laugh]

Souji: Speaking of a shining star, let's shine the spotlight back towards the main focus of his podcast - me! Now, Ken, it's your turn to ask me questions. C'mon, don't be shy, ask anything you'd like.

[ASK SOUJI - glitchy transition music]

Ken: Well, I guess I'll throw the ball right back at you, why do you want to be a hero? Is it only because of Starlight or is there something more and how do you intend to stand out in this world filled with people like yours truly!

Souji: To catch the listeners up, I'm a big fan of Starlight. I guess I never considered a career in being a hero until I saw that special documentary episode of Speak with Starlight, what captivated me was his fans, there were a lot of them, each and everyone admired him and his heroic deeds and seeing the praise and attention that his fans are giving him, it sure was tempting. [laugh]

Ken: Inspiration is good, it helps you realise things doesn't it? Not everyone grows up in a family like mine where you are exposed to things the same way I was and I can surely see how it was tempting, I have been tempted by the shining lights that I have been surrounded with myself.

Souji: Inspiration can come from unexpected places, it's true that little things inspire us.

Ken: Indeed, I once felt inspired by watching a squirrel climb a tree! They always look like they are so free and have so much fun, so why shouldn't I do the same?

Souji: I'm great at climbing trees, we should really climb some one day.

Ken: I'd be down!

Souji: In all honesty, it was the fame and money that made me want to become a hero. It's a bit narcissistic, I know, but it is what it is. But during my time here, I saw what happened to the people around us. I want to be a helping hand in making a difference in people’s lives. Plain and simple. My family's poor so the money's still my number one motivator but it makes me happy knowing that I'll make the city a little bit better for everyone living in it.

Ken: I ain't gonna fault anyone's reasoning, being a hero is a profession after all just like being a policeman, fireman, doctor and so on, the only difference is the spotlight and the persona. Hopefully, you can throw your family a bone once you hit it off, eh?

Souji: Of course, I want to give back as much as I can. They might not be around as much, but I know they still want the best of me. Also, I want to travel. I've been stuck in Osaka for most of my life, and I love the city, don't get me wrong, but I just want to see what's out there.

Ken: Travelling is nice, but home is where the heart is wouldn't you agree?

Souji: Yeah, I wouldn't trade Osaka for anything. [pensive pause] Well, that got sentimental. Let's move on to our audience questions! These were submitted by our classmates in our group chat. Ready? Ok.

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Souji: Fumi wants to know do you like bananas?

Ken: I like bananas in things but not really a huge fan if they are on, it's alright.

Souji: Kotoe wants to know your favourite genre of music.

Ken: My favourite genre of music is pop or rap, if it has a nice beat or a dramatic feeling I am usually down.

Souji: Kichiro asks, can you talk to monkeys?

Ken: No, I cant talk to monkeys believe it or not.

Souji: Taka inquires, does Ken-san take inspiration from Sun Wukong? That's some Chinese stuff, right?

Ken: Yeah my costume is mostly inspired by him, so his name hero name which means that one day soon I will be the Great Sage who rivals the Heavens!

Souji: Great Sage who Rivals the Heavens. [chuckles] Wow, that's quite the mouthful. We might have to workshop that Ken.

Ken: Yeah... A bit too long probably. [snicker]

Souji: I don't have any suggestions on the top of my head, but please don't pick a weird hero name like Monkey Boy, or worse - Monkey King! Plus, to be a sage, wouldn't you actually have to be, you know, wise?

Ken: In what world is that worse? I think you're going crazy over here and who says you need to be wise to be a sage? Not that it matters I am clearly the wisest person here!

Souji: Ken, that's literary its meaning, sage means wise. Well, it does sound very flashy, but maybe a bit too arrogant maybe? I mean, you can't even talk to monkeys, how can you call yourself the monkey king. You can still be Monkey Ken, though.

Ken: What do you think would be better then? I think Monkey King is a perfect fit if you ask me!

Souji: How about trying some alliteration?

Ken: Pfft, alliterations are overrated anyway.

Souji: I'm not sure if it's final but I was thinking my hero name to be the Neon Ninja. See, it's short, simple and easy to remember.

Ken: Neon Ninja? Sound like a flopped comic or video game, ain't ever gonna pack the punch you'd need it to!

Souji: Of course it sounds lame, that’s the point. You have to start from the ground up. Once people know your deeds as a hero, that’s where it becomes cool. Do you think Starlight’s name was cool when he just started out? No, man. Who name’s themselves Starlight? But, it became cool. I’ll make the Neon Ninja cool.

Ken: Starlight packs more punch than Neon Ninja though! His is like cool and mysterious, yours just sound like a old school retro game people forgot about, why'd you ever wan to sound lame?! Whatever you say, if you prove me wrong I'll eat my words but if you can't I'll be there laughing!

Souji: How about this. Why would anyone want to name a technology company Apple? It's not cool, or futuristic, it's lame. But with time, people liked their product and the name got cooler. See? It might seem lame now, but just give it some time. Like grapes and wine.

Ken: I don't know, maybe something about the apple of knowledge and all that jazz? Didn't really play attention in religion class, so I ain't too sure but either way I think something more high impact is better!

Souji: Let's just agree to disagree, monkey boy. Finally, Haruto wants to know if do you know da wae?

Ken: I know my way, perhaps its the right way for others as well just follow along for the ride and see!

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Souji: Well, we're nearing the end of our the show, Ken, is there anything you'd like to remind our audience, maybe plug whenever they can find you online?

Ken: Hmm, well I do guess I could plug some things I am on [X-Social Media platforms] with [X-User names] feel free to follow me!

Souji: You've been pretty cool to talk to, so before you leave, I have a special surprise just for you. I've embroidered it myself, and the shirt is from a downtown thrift store.

Ken: Ooooh. You really didn't need to do that, but I love it, it's adorable!

Souji: Thank you for being my first guest, Ken. It means a lot.

Ken: I don't know what else you'd expect, it's always cool talking to me isn't it?

Souji: To keep with the show follow me @thesoujishow, and to support my small clothing business, follow @glitchgear on all social media platforms. Once again, this has been Ken Sarukenka and Souji Yoshihiro, and you’ve been listening to the Souji Show! A show where I talk about anything I want. 'Cause this is my show, and not yours. Until next time. Insert catchphrase here.

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