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Fford’s Wataoshi 2nd Anniversary Prompt Responses

Summary:

The Wataoshi Discord server is hosting a month of prompts for writers and artists on the second anniversary of the anime’s release. This is a repository for any prompt responses I choose to write.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Abundance

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Claire Francois, daughter of Dole Francois, the Minister of Finance for the Kingdom of Bauer, has everything she could ever want. 

Well, almost everything. Not…a mother. Or, if she’s honest, an especially present father. 

What she has is stuff. That should be enough, right? She has jewelry and dresses and maids and chefs and a beautiful manor. She is a noble, with a noble’s title and a noble’s pride. She has friends, or at least worshippers. Why shouldn’t she be happy?

Yes. She is happy. She must be. And when the commoner stares at her in that way that makes her heart sink, like she can see right into her soul and what she finds there makes her sad, it’s only because she’s jealous. 

That damned commoner! How dare she presume any understanding of the myriad pressures Claire is under! How dare she act so flippant in serious situations! How dare…

Claire Francois has everything she could ever want. If only that mattered.

Chapter 2: Party

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“Remember, commoner, you represent House Francois tonight. You represent me. If you try any of your nonsense here—”

I raised my hand.

Claire sighed. “Yes?”

“What’s this guy’s name again?”

Claire buried her head in her hands. “For the thousandth time, Baron René Abruti! The Abruti Gala is a highlight of the spring season! I cannot look foolish here, in front of so many distinguished guests!”

I grinned and sketched a mock salute. “Don’t worry, Miss Claire, I’ll be on my bestestest behavior! You’ll be so proud!”

Her eyelid twitched. “I will not be proud of you for simply performing your duties!”

I pouted, but inwardly I was laughing. “Aw, but your standards are so low thanks to me…”

She bared her teeth. “OUUGGHH! YOU ARE INFURIATING!”

“And you are beautiful!” 

“Rrrrrrgh, just, just shut up! Sit in the corner of the ballroom and say nothing to anyone!”

“Roger, Miss Claire! My lips are zipped!”

Claire looked like she was about to ask me what I meant by that, but she thought better of it and ushered me into the ballroom. The, uh, that guy who announces people at noble parties announced Miss Claire’s presence, and I trailed behind in my maid uniform. Immediately, other party guests whose names I didn’t know swarmed Claire, and she said all the right things to them, and I waited for her to guide me to wherever I was supposed to sit.

“Oh my,” said a blonde woman with her hair done up in an elaborate chignon, pointing right at me. “Is that your commoner, Claire?”

Claire blinked. “Pardon me? My commoner?”

The blonde woman laughed. “The servant you’re… You know. Seeing. That’s the gossip, anyway.” Uh-oh.

Claire clenched her jaw. “Excuse me? I am not seeing anyone, Duchess! She is my personal maid, nothing more.”

The Duchess patted Claire on the shoulder, tsking. “Oh dear, you needn’t be so concerned. Fooling around with a servant is practically a rite of passage at your age!” The Duchess’ eyes flicked to me, and she looked me up and down. “Hmm. No accounting for taste, I suppose.” Gee, thanks, lady.

Claire had a fire in her eyes all of a sudden. “Duchess Leclerc! Need I remind you of your house’s position relative to mine?” 

“Claire, I—”

“Any insult to my maid is an insult to me!” God, she was hot. “Are you insulting me? Is that how you wish to comport yourself?”

“O-of course not, I merely—”

Claire’s hands were balled into fists. “Then shut your mouth and walk away. Now.”

The Duchess’ jaw dropped, and she backed away slowly. I turned to Claire, who was shaking and blushing. Had she just stood up for me?

“That meant nothing,” said Claire, seeing my expression. “It was just…” She sighed. “We are leaving. There is a stench here.”

As we made our way out of the ballroom, I thought I caught a little flicker of concern in Claire’s eyes. But only for a moment.

Chapter 3: Comfort

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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THUMP THUMP THUMP!

Someone was pounding on our dorm room door. "Commoner! Rouse yourself!"

Ahhh, just the voice I wanted to hear. I sat up in bed, lured out of sleep by the mellifluous tones of my beloved Miss Claire. What a wonderful sound to wake up to.

Misha stirred. "Rae. Make'er go'way. Sleeeeepy."

Claire whacked the door a couple more times before I opened it. She looked radiant in her nightgown. I grinned. "Yes, Miss Claire?"

"I require your...assistance." I could see a soft blush on her face, and her eyes were darting back and forth like she was doing something illicit. "Elsewhere."

"Okey-doke," I said, yawning. "I'd be happy to be your big spoon, Miss Claire!"

Her eyes bulged. "WHAT!? D-don't be stupid! Your constant lewd—”

"Out," growled Misha, muffled slightly by the covers pulled over her face. "Ouuuut."

I nodded and exited the room, closing the door behind me. "Lead the way, Miss Claire."

Claire stared at me for a moment, her blush intensifying.

"Miss Claire?"

She gulped. "Y-yes, of course. Follow me."

We walked to the next room over, which I knew was Claire's. After a furtive glance at me, she opened the door. "In."

I blinked several times. "This is your room, Miss Claire."

"S-so what?" She pointed to the open door. "In!"

What was going on? "Do you want me to bring some bedding or some—”

"Go inside," she hissed, grinding her teeth.

I shrugged. "Okay."

Claire closed the door behind us quickly and leaned against it, putting her hand over her heart and sighing heavily. She had the paranoid affect of a drug dealer dodging the cops.

"Um," I said, "are you alright, Miss Claire?"

She nibbled at her lip. "No. I can't sleep."

"Oh." I scratched my head. "Uh, why do you need me here if you can't sleep?"

She scowled and muttered something under her breath.

"Pardon?" I'd never seen Claire act this way before. It was adorable, of course, but I was concerned. "You kinda mumbled—”

"It's cold in here and the sheets aren't enough and I thought perhaps my maid could warm me!" Her face was really red now. "That's all!" She ran to the bottom bunk of the bunkbed that was hers alone, shoved covers aside, slid under them, rolled onto her side with her back to me, and pulled them over her shoulder. Finally, she tossed the covers behind her off of her, leaving an opening for me to get in and showing her back to me.

I stared for a moment, wondering how and why she'd decided on this as the best course of action.

"Well? Get in! Be...be big spoon..."

Holy shit. "Wait, I guessed right?"

"Shut up!" she spat. "Just do it! I need my sleep!"

"Huh." Never one to look a gift Claire in the mouth, I slid into bed behind her, pulled the covers over my shoulder, and wrapped my arms around her. "Is that good?"

"Perfect..." she breathed. "Er, I mean, adequate."

I smiled. "Great. Good night, Miss Claire."

"Good night, com... Rae."

We fell asleep quickly, and I dreamed of a wedding.

Notes:

comfort was yesterday’s prompt, but it took me until today to figure it out totally.

these are all first drafts and not really edited as much as i would normally edit a piece, btw. i think they’re good, though. i hope folks are enjoying them regardless! drop a comment under any of these if you like them!

Chapter 4: Ralaire

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Hello, new friend! My name is Ralaire! I do not think it used to be, but Mommy Rae gave me it and now it is my name! I am Mommy Rae’s familiar! I think there was another Mommy before Mommy Rae, but she went away somewhere, so now I am with Mommy Rae. Mommy Rae is so much fun! She gives many treats, and Mommy Claire does too!

Mommy Claire is funny. Sometimes Mommy Rae makes a silly sound and then Mommy Claire makes loud sounds, and then they play the chase game. I love the chase game! I ride on Mommy Rae’s shoulder and Mommy Claire chases us and makes the loud sounds. Sometimes I find a treat during the chase game and I hop to the treat and have the treat and feel very good!

There are many other nice people Mommy Rae and Mommy Claire know, and they all give me treats and pats! Big treats and little treats, I eat them all! Sometimes a big treat will be so big that it makes me big, and that is scary, but also fun. I go from big to small again after a little while. This also happens in water.

One time Mommy Rae and Mommy Claire left me with Mister Thane, and he was a nice man who gave me crackers and other treats. He did not make many sounds, though.

At night, I sleep on Mommy Rae’s chest. Sometimes she makes the sounds that mean Mommy Claire, but Mommy Claire isn’t there. But that is okay, because Mommy Rae makes happy sounds. I like when Mommy Rae makes happy sounds!

I love humans! Other slimes do not love humans, though, and that makes me very sad. I think it is good to love humans! Humans have treats and pats, and they make happy sounds when they see me! All slimes deserve treats and pats and happy sounds.

That is all! You have listened well! Do you have treats?

Chapter 5: Mask

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This is her fault.

She infected me with some horrible commoner disease or, I don't know, hypnotized me, or... She did something. Something as ridiculous, as absurd, as unlikely as she is. I cannot find Rae Taylor attractive. I refuse! Yet these impossible feelings continue to bedevil me, just as she does.

"Miss Claire?"

I jump and nearly spill my tea. "AHH! What, er, why, er, what is it, commoner?"

Rae Taylor giggles, and my heart flutters, the traitor. "You were just sitting there holding your tea and staring off into space. I think it's getting cold."

"W-well, that is my right as a noble! I happen to be contemplating weighty subjects a commoner like you could never understand! Anyway, don't startle me like that!"

"Um," she says, "I've been right next to you the whole time, Miss Claire."

"Of, of course you have!" I stammer, desperate to change the subject. "Don't question me!"

She grins in that easy, lopsided way that makes me melt in spite of myself. "But it's so fun!"

Rrgh, the usual backtalk. What's worse, I'm tempted to laugh and reward this obscene behavior. But I have standards to maintain. "Don't say such things! You are so..." Adorable. Gah! No! "...Disrespectful!"

She laughs. "Heh, yeah." She regards me with half-lidded eyes and a debonair smile. "Maybe you should punish me."

I bury my head in my hands as she cackles. My cheeks are hot, and flashes of lewd tableaux torment me. "I don't know why I keep you around..."

"Every moment you do is pure joy for me, Miss Claire!" I raise my head to find that her smlie has turned innocent and loving. For a moment, all I hear is my own heartbeat.

"And pure agony for me," I lie. I have to. She can never know the wretched truth. That would be catastrophic.

Wouldn't it?