things about ASOUE on Netflix that need to be discussed
•how perfectly (perfectly!!!!) cast Violet and Klaus are (I used to have crushes on both of them at various times and still do tbh [on their older personas of course] so like this important they’re perfect honestly I’m just so
•Neil Patrick Hariss being perfect as count Olaf he is the count olAf of my dreams honesty
•the fact that it’s 100% accurate to the books
•a bunch of the lines were actually directly from the book
•the unbelievable attractiveness of Gustavo and the secretary lady I forget her name I’m sorry but
She was really cool
•Beatrice!!!! We’re going to get Beatrice backstory!!!!
•sugar bowl reference!!!!! Foreshadowing!!!!
Prompt: “You’ve got to choose; you can’t eat your cake and have it too.” Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin Setting: Yet another time travel AU, Second chances 1 Characters: Kenshin Himura, Kaoru Kamiya, Megumi Takani Word count: 999
Something was making an odd, beeping noise close by.
It was annoying.
Kenshin turned to his side, burying his face into the soft pillow…
Someone inhaled sharply.
Close! Too close! The deeply ingrained reflexes sprung into action and Kenshin sat up, reaching for his sword…
…which wasn’t there.
Thankfully, the stranger didn’t have a sword either. Or any weapon, not if her form-fitting – western style? – garment was anything to go by. She stared at him, both thrilled and hesitant. “Good morning?” She started. “How are… uh, um – please, just wait here. I’ll get Doctor Takani. Just a mo’.”
Her words must have been in Japanese, because Kenshin understood their meaning, but the way she spoke was as strange as her clothes.
Left alone, bewildered and off-balance, Kenshin tried to make sense of his surroundings. The room was eerily white, from floors and walls to the ceiling. Even the blanket in his lap was the same unnatural shade. And the elevated mattress and the loose garment he was wearing.
What was this place, where everything needed to be white?
Lady with a Bowl of Violets (c.1910). Lilla Cabot Perry (American, 1848-1933). Oil on canvas. NMWA.
This composition features a Japanese woodblock print and simple floral arrangement behind the sitter’s head. Perry used the loose, painterly brushstrokes favored by Impressionists. With just a few broad strokes of paint, she conveyed the texture of the young woman’s skin and the heavy white lace trim on her gown. Vibrant orange highlights derive from the reflected light of the hearth.
Pairing: ShikaTema and some SaiIno, and a tiny bit of NaruHina too..
Shikamaru didn’t like complaining. Sure, he was lazy, but he didn’t like complaining. Which was something Ino and Temari were excellent at.
Moan, whinge, nag, like they were exact duplicates of his mum. It was annoying. Even more so that these two were hanging out more. Temari and him didn’t go out much, but when they did, they enjoyed each others company. Sometimes, they’ll bump into others like Sai and Ino. Which happened more often than Shikamaru liked. Sure she was a teammate, but damn, when her and Temari were together all they discussed were their incompetent boyfriends.
Sai would smile, like he usually does through any situation, and look Shikamaru dead in the eye, and every time he’ll say “tonight, she’ll beg me to paint her”.
But that didn’t stop Shikamaru from loving her. He hasn’t exactly said it- nor has she. But they didn’t have to.
One particular day, they met Sai and Ino again. But this time, Ino was praising Sai.
“Look!” She flashed her diamond ring at the pair. “Isn’t it beautiful?” She gushed. “He finally proposed! It was so romantic…” Temari smiled, and nodded her head, uncomfortably.
Romance. It was something they were both bad at. But her eyes were envious. Shikamaru noticed this, the way she rubbed her arm awkwardly, and her body language was slightly stiff. He’d wondered what her reaction would be to an engagement and now he had a clear answer.
Of course, he’d thought about it before, but he had never had the courage to bring it up. He always thought Temari was the independent kind. If she wanted something, she’ll make it known. But this must be the one thing that she didn’t have the courage to discuss either. She must of been embarrassed.
Shikamaru nudged her. “I just remembered…I have some business to take care of- I’ll see you later”.
With that he said he congratulated Sai and Ino on their engagement, and jogged towards Naruto’s house, leaving Temari to listen to the ballad of Sai and Ino.
“Ah, so you want to propose to Temari? Apart from Sakura, she kind of intimidates me…”
“Yeah, well she can be demanding, but I know she wants to get married. I saw it in her eyes, when Ino announced her engagement-”
Naruto looked up from his ramen, surprised. They were at Ichiraku’s, and luckily the only customers at the stall.
“Yes, but that’s besides the point. Everyone knows the relationship you and Hinata have is unique. How did you propose? I personally expected a public spectacle, where you lead a parade or something, asking for her hand in marriage…” Shikamaru glanced at Naruto mid-sentence and saw him turn slightly red. “Well knowing you like to make a scene and all”.
Naruto chuckled. “Yeah, that’s towards everyone else. But Hinata…she’s a woman worthy of the treatment a princess would receive.” Naruto finished his ramen.
“I decided to wait for a full moon. You know-it’s kind of a reference to when we first kissed…” Naruto blushed harder. “I then managed to persuade Kakashi-sensei to let me borrow the balcony at the hokage mansion. I left her a note on her apartment door, which lead her to the hokage mansion. Her path was decorated with white roses I dyed violet-”
“Like her hair” Shikamaru mumbled.
“Yes, exactly. When she got to the balcony, I was a bit flustered. I was stuttering, and scratching my head. I didn’t even manage to properly say the words, I just hastily pulled out the ring and dropped onto one knee…she stood there shocked. Obviously, as Hinata does, she turned bright red, but she smiled. The rest is history.”
Naruto and Shikamaru sat there silently, looking into their empty bowls, thinking about their ladies at home.
They both got up suddenly, and paid for their ramen. They stepped out of Ichiraku, after saying thank you.
Shikamaru thanked Naruto, and turned to leave.
Shikamaru stopped, and faced Naruto, “yes?”
“Good luck!” Naruto smiled and gave him a thumbs up.
“Thanks, I need it! Bye”
A few weeks later, Sai and Ino were wed. Like Ino, it was a glamorous wedding, sophisticated, and everything was presented wondrously.
And again, Shikamaru noticed the envy in Temari’s eyes.
A few weeks after that, when Sai’s and Ino’s wedding aftermath had become moderate, Shikamaru made his move.
On that Saturday, it was their weekly date night. Usually they would go for a meal, then walk around town, if one thing led to another, other stuff would happen too, but that was private business.
Anyways, Shikamaru and Temari went on their usual date. Whilst they were eating, Temari was more quiet than usual. He took a deep breath.
“Huh? Yeah?” She looked up, her mouth full of rice. It caught Shikamaru off guard. He spluttered with laughter, and Temari swallowed, and giggled too. “Is that it? You called me to laugh? Baka” she shook her head laughing.
“No no, that’s not it.” He cleared his throat. “We’ve been together for a while now. And, uh, I really-”
“You really like me? How old are we? 12?” She sat back in her seat, arms crossed and watched her boyfriend with a bemused smile.
“I’ve made you uncomfortable haven’t I?”
“Only something you can do”
“What were you going to say Shikamaru”
“Yes right, I love you. I’m sure you love me too-”
“You’re sure?” Temari blushed. It was first time he said that to her.
“100%” he smiled. He reached into his pocket to make sure the ring was there.
“Trying to propose?” Temari looked at him suspiciously.
“How did you?-” Shikamaru shook his head. “Of course you knew. You’re the smartest person- apart from myself- that I know”
He sighed, and put his head in his hand, feeling slightly defeated.
“Hey” she poked his head. “You baka. Keep going”
“But it won’t be special”
“ ‘but it won’t be special’ ”, she mimicked. “Of all the people I know, you sure know how to whinge! Get on with it, you cry baby”
“You’ll never let that go, will you? Alright then. Temari,” Shikamaru pulled out the ring. It was simple ring, silver, with a pattern on it, resembling the wind. There, sat an emerald to match her eyes.
“Nice reference to my jutsus”
“I always pay attention”, he held up the ring. He sighed and was about to stand up when Temari stopped him. “Hey man. We’re in a restaurant.”
She held out her hand, looking him in the eye with a smirk.
“You don’t have to get down on one knee, drawing everyone’s attention. Just-” she waggled her fingers. “Put it on.”
Shikamaru looked her, bemused. He slipped the ring onto her fingers, and she mocked sobbing. But she really was beaming, and her eyes glowing in the candlelight, like her ring.
“Hey Shikamaru”, she said, as they walked home “we really suck at romance don’t we?”
“I’m not too sure about that. It’s our own type of romance. And it works” he squeezed her hand.
It was a simple service, something similar to Naruto’s and Hinata’s, just friends and family. Temari wore a white Kimono, with turquoise patterns on it, to compliment her eyes.
After the wedding photos were taken, they had their first dance. They had to take lessons beforehand, because, coincidentally, they both had two left feet.
“We’re not the party type”, they both agreed on that fact.
Temari had her head rested on Shikamaru’s chest, as they waltzed across the dance floor. She sighed quietly, her hands intertwined with her husbands, feeling a deep sense of joy.
She twitched, when she felt tears pelting her forehead. Without looking up, she laughed.
“Seems like I married a crybaby, huh?”
“Yeah,” Shikamaru sniffed. “But I’m your crybaby.”
Temari looked up at her husband, and stroked away his tears. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. As all the guests cheered, Temari mumbled into the kiss: