Some Indignities Have Their Rewards: Kamikaze Girls Drabble
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Some Indignities Have Their Rewards
Fandom: Kamikaze Girls
Pairing: Momoko/Ichigo
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 182
Rating: PG
Author’s Note: Written for femslash100 Prompt #166: Queen.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
Some Indignities Have Their Rewards
As a proper Lolita, I strive to be queenly in all things, my model being the regal nonchalance of Marie Antoinette (pre-Bastille, of course).
Of course I don’t suppose Marie Antoinette ever rode a motorbike, particularly one driven by an unhinged woman-child such as Ichigo.
As we speed unsteadily around the curves in the road Ichigo shrieks with laughter and I shriek with terror. All thoughts of dignity are forgotten. My carefully arranged curls are becoming quite disheveled, there is grease on my stockings and my dainty petticoats are flapping dangerously in the wind.
Why do I subject myself and my wardrobe to this?
I have my reasons.
When we hit a bump I hold on for dear life, pressing myself against Ichigo’s back, my arms tight around her waist. She pats my knee reassuringly and even though I’m horrified that both her hands aren’t on the handlebars it makes me smile. Even when we finally slow down, I hold her tight.
A proper Lolita strives to be queenly in all things, but some indignities have their rewards.
Title: Some Indignities Have Their Rewards
Fandom: Kamikaze Girls
Pairing: Momoko/Ichigo
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 182
Rating: PG
Author’s Note: Written for femslash100 Prompt #166: Queen.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
Some Indignities Have Their Rewards
As a proper Lolita, I strive to be queenly in all things, my model being the regal nonchalance of Marie Antoinette (pre-Bastille, of course).
Of course I don’t suppose Marie Antoinette ever rode a motorbike, particularly one driven by an unhinged woman-child such as Ichigo.
As we speed unsteadily around the curves in the road Ichigo shrieks with laughter and I shriek with terror. All thoughts of dignity are forgotten. My carefully arranged curls are becoming quite disheveled, there is grease on my stockings and my dainty petticoats are flapping dangerously in the wind.
Why do I subject myself and my wardrobe to this?
I have my reasons.
When we hit a bump I hold on for dear life, pressing myself against Ichigo’s back, my arms tight around her waist. She pats my knee reassuringly and even though I’m horrified that both her hands aren’t on the handlebars it makes me smile. Even when we finally slow down, I hold her tight.
A proper Lolita strives to be queenly in all things, but some indignities have their rewards.