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liptonsbabe · 3 years ago

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My dear [S.U]

Sam Uley x Fem! reader!

Summary: “Did you have a hard day? You can complain to me. Did something make you almost cry? It’s alright, look at me. Starting from now, think of three really good things: the warm air, the dazzling weather, and me outside your window. I told you, you can see brightness only when it gets dark”

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, death, heart dissease and such. English not my mother language so pls let me know if something’s wrong

gif’s not mine

"Sorry to bother you, Chief," you said following the man's moves through your house. Charlie Swan was carrying a reclining chair with ease leaving it in the middle of the living room while you stood at the bottom of the stairs with your little four year old daughter in your arms. Cassie was exhausted. It had been a long plane ride and a bit more road travel, which knocked your little girl out as soon as you set foot in your new home in Forks. It was a long time since you had seen that place but of course you remembered Charlie Swan as kind as he had always been. Even when you were just starting to think about moving back to Forks he was the first to help you get a safe home for you and your daughter. You remembered looking up for Charlie's old phone number hoping it was still the same and when you dialed and heard the man's voice behind the phone you sighed in relief. At last life seemed to be smiling on you after a long time and Charlie was quick to offer to help you if you decided to return to town.

He told you about a house for sale next to his. The owner was elderly and preferred to live with one of her children and earn income from the house near the forest that could be bought by curious tourists so Charlie convinced her to sell you the house and at a lower price than she was originally asking because the house needed some repairs that he could do. So you thought no more about it and packed your things to return to Forks after the horrible years you had lived in Brownsville.

Charlie picked you up at the airport in his police cruiser and avoided turning on the siren cause Cassie was already half asleep in your arms when you got off the plane and he didn't want to disturb her, but Cassie had the strength to stay awake long enough to make him promise that next time he would turn on the siren as they drove around town.

The truth was that Charlie Swan was an angel. He arranged everything so you would have a quick return and even now he was bothering to get all your stuff out of the moving truck so you wouldn't have the worry of doing it later.

"Nonsense, I'm happy to do it. Besides, it's my day off."

"And that's why you shouldn't be doing all this. I know vacations for police officers are non-recurring."

"I'm the chief, I have certain privileges."

"Still."

"Well, I wasn't going to let you do this on your own" he replied, carrying the boxes with your and Cassie's clothes. He set them down on the kitchen island and leaned back against them to rest. You walked over and settling Cassie better in your arms you sat down in one of the chairs Charlie had given you "Billy and Jacob will be here in a little while to get all this settled so you can have your first night here without any problems."

"I still think it's too much. Stop spoiling me like this, Charlie, you even gave me part of your dining room!"

"Ah, it was nothing. Bella and I recently bought a new one and we didn't want to take it to the dump cause it still has some use. The table is made out of good wood and the chairs are freshly upholstered. Look at it, it suits perfectly!"

"That's not the point" you said, glancing sideways at the newly arranged dining room near the kitchen "The point is that you're doing a lot for me and it's not fair."

"Your father would have done the same for Bella if it had been about me" he replied reaching for a bottle of water from the installed cooler. A sudden tension appeared in the room as you both remembered what your father's life was like in Forks "Jackson was my best friend for a long time and when he died...I promised him that I would seek you out and support you as if you were my own and that is precisely what I am doing."

"You wouldn't have if I hadn't left and hadn't abandoned him. He died because of me"

"That's not true."

"He was left alone when I left. He died of grief"

"He died from the heart valve disease he had. Your father suffered it from a young age and even so, you had a right to look for your mother"

"I wish I hadn't" you murmured, cooing to Cassie who was beginning to get annoyed by the noise of your voices "I abandoned my father and didn't find anything worthwhile"

"Well, that doesn't matter anymore, stop tormenting yourself and thinking you killed your father. I was with him. He loved you and he died peacefully, remember him as the good man he was, child."

You sighed. Cassie went back to sleep peacefully

"You're right. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I know it's not the same, but you have me now and I'd rather die than let you leave again, do you hear me?"

"Easy, I have no intention of doing that" you half smiled "I'm running away from the tracks I left in Brownsville, I have no desire to go back under any circumstances. What I'm worried about is that the tracks won't rub off and show the way to the one I'm hiding from"

Charlie clicked his tongue.

"That should be the least of your problems. I have a gun and I know how to use it. He'll have to deal with that first before he gets to you."

"Thanks, Charlie."

"Although, if Chief Swan is as good at shooting as he is at fishing then you'll have to learn how to handle a gun yourself, honey" a voice appeared from the doorway followed by a young man's laughter. You looked up meeting the unmistakable face of Billy Black next to his son Jacob. Billy entered your house being pushed by Jacob leaving him next to Charlie as he rolled his eyes "Be a little more modest, buddy."

"There's nothing wrong with bragging once in a while."

"Yeah, but you do it all the time."

"Shut up."

"Make me"

Charlie got up from his spot lunging towards Billy who ina swift movement spun the wheels of his chair avoiding Charlie's attack thus beginning a chase through the house dodging the obstacles of boxes on the floor. Jacob laughed taking Charlie's place in front of you.

"I thought we were coming to help with the move, not to watch them play like preschoolers?"

"Me too. I think Cassie will get along with them."

"Your little girl will beat them up right away"

"Probably."

You giggled quietly avoiding waking Cassie as Charlie and Billy finished their game to go back to the truck and get the last boxes, then you could finally get everything settled at home. Jacob smiled, looking at you

"I'm Jacob. You may not remember me but..."

"Are you kidding? I used to give you the bottle."

"No you didn't."

"Of course i did! My dad used to visit your parents a lot and he used to take me with him. You were a newborn baby and I used to volunteer to help Sarah feed you. You were the worst baby ever. You cried too loudly and squeezed the bottle with your swollen gums. Then you'd throw the milk back and you used to get really messy. Your poop was the smelliest I could remember."

"Don't say that!" he replied, embarrassed "I see you do remember me."

"And Quill and Embry. Tell me, are they still the same old fools?"

"They haven't changed at all."

You laughed.

"Perfect."

"Ok, these are the last boxes" announced Charlie walking into the house carrying with him a small box with Cassie's toys. Billy came in behind with some boxes on his lap "I think now we can get everything organized and finishing in time for you to get some rest."

"I'll clean up the little girl's room" offered Jacob standing up "then I'll fill the closet and set up the bed so you can lay her down, you must be tired from carrying her around for so long. is that okay with you?" he asked you. You nodded

"Yes, thank you Jacob."

"You're welcome. Give me that" The boy took the boxes off his father's legs and picked up Charlie's, all with one arm and with the other he carried the folding base of the bed. You opened your eyes wide

"Easy, big guy, when did you get so strong?"

"I don't know. It just... showed up" he replied disappearing up the stairs

"It showed up" said Charlie "Ah, I hope shows up something like that to me"

"Don’t hold your breath as that happens" Billy joked.

"I should do something for lunch" you said trying to stand up. You were going to put Cassie down on one of the couches and put some cushions around her, but Charlie won't let you. Billy agreed

"None of that. We'll order something."

"But..."

"Nothing" interrupted Billy "We'll buy pizza"

"You guys really need to stop doing this" you reproached. Billy picked up his phone

"Ah, sorry, you had to say that earlier, I'm already on the call."

"You guys are unbelievable"

Charlie smiled

"We know. oh I'll get Bella, she hasn't said hello yet" Charlie walked out before you could say anything else and closed the door dismissing the moving truck. Billy smiled complicitly, placed the order, gave the address and left the cell phone on the kitchen bar

"Dinner is served."

"Thank you."

"They had children's menu, so I ordered it for Cassie. I hear their brownies are delicious. Maybe I'll steal it for myself."

"I'll keep it as a secret"

Billy nodded with a smile and as the food arrived you chatted animatedly about what had happened in your absence, he also told you things about your father and all the times they went fishing together before his death. You were enjoying Billy's stories when time began to pass and Charlie didn’t return with Bella as he promised. Jacob was finishing Cassie's room and when the pizza arrived he came downstairs immediately, asking about Charlie's whereabouts.

"He went to get Bella, but he hasn't come back yet."

"That's strange, his house is right next door."

"Maybe something came up for him at the station" Billy shrugged.

You decided to wait for the Swans to eat, but seeing that they didn't show up Jacob offered to investigate what was going on when suddenly the door opened and a very worried Charlie Swan walked in wiping the sweat from his brow

"Bella’s missing."

"What?"

Jacob suddenly became alert and Billy remained static in his place. You felt a knot in your stomach. While riding in the police cruiser that morning, you had heard something about tourist disappearances and wild creatures killing people in the woods and you feared Bella might be in that kind of danger. You were never close, but you knew her and occasionally went out together to talk or share a movie night. You still hadn't seen her after the years you were away and the least you wanted was for something bad to happen to her.

"Did you talk to any of her friends?"

"She was with them during classes, but they lost track of her on her way here. I'll call the Cullens, maybe..."

"You didn't know?" asked Billy "The Cullens left Forks, Charlie."

"Where did they go?"

"We'll find her" encouraged Jacob "But we have to go out and look for her before dark."

"I'll go with you" you said "I'll take Cassie to her room and..."

"No, no, stay" Charlie asked you "I left a note for Bella at home in case she comes back she’ll know that she has to come here and wait for me. If she does, call me right away, please" you nodded

"I'll call Harry and ask him to join along with the boys" Billy said and wheeled away down the hallway holding the phone to his ear. Charlie and Jacob left and you decided to take Cassie to the room, go down to the kitchen and make some coffee for the Brigadiers and Bella. If she was alone in the woods and the night was catching up with her then she was going to need something hot to get her strength back.

You hoped with all your heart that she was all right. For her, for Charlie.

Hours passed one after another with no sign of Bella. Your driveway was carpeted with people and police cruisers specially brought by Charlie to search for Bella. The entire town was scoured by officers from the early hours of the night, yet there was no trace of the chief's daughter. You decided to join the search taking the opportunity that Sue Clearwater was playing with Cassie - who was awakened by the ruckus of the patrol cars - asking if it was a good idea to search for her in the woods, but Harry refused.

"It's too dangerous, we don't know what might be among the trees. We can't risk losing any more people."

You were about to object his words when Jacob came up to you putting a hand on your shoulder telling you that he was right and that the forest was something not to be taken lightly. So you gave up, deciding to go back inside and refill the coffee pot when Jacob alerted Charlie that someone had found Bella.

A tall man walked in a straight line toward the Brigadiers where Billy and Harry watched him with restrained relief. He had a stocky frame and Bella unconscious in his arms seemed to weigh no more than a feather. His cropped black hair was messy and his lack of a shirt told you that the icy cold of the city didn't affect him at all

You knew him. His face was very familiar yet strange at the same time. You were back in Forks after a few years, but you knew that no one could change that much in that period of time.

Sam Uley was holding Bella and Charlie took her in his arms as he came out of the stupor and relief of having found his daughter. The Brigadiers sighed in unison and Billy thanked them all. You wanted to do something, to approach Charlie, to ask him if he needed help with Bella, but your eyes were caught in Sam’s.

They were dark, wild, like the forest behind him. You remembered him perfectly.

Before you left Forks you two were close friends and came to like each other as something more, but your leaving ended that and what you might have been up to that point.

You tried to look away, but then Sam's huge body began to shake, his knees buckled and he fell to the ground resting his hands on the dirt. Harry Clearwater reacted and approached him asking if he was okay.

"Tired" you heard him whisper causing you to shudder. Harry helped him up, whispered something in his ear and after taking one last look at you he disappeared into the woods. Harry walked back towards you.

"I thought the forest was dangerous"

"For us."

"What do you mean?"

Harry looked at you. Then he looked at his wife with Cassie in her arms standing at the doorway . He smiled.

"You'll find out soon, child"

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florencwrites · 3 years ago

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ignoring is bliss 〚technoblade〛

in which [reader] struggles with her lover's inconsequent affection, and a good talk is unfortunately inevitable; the silent treatment has never worked well with techno.

"I don't know what you want me to say." His back had still been turned towards me at this point, the rake heavy in my hands as I tried using it to steady myself in the muddy stable. He kept loading dirty plucks of hay onto his pitchfork, the thinly lined buttoned shirt he was wearing easily letting his back muscles shine through.

I stood silently behind him, deliberating my words thoroughly. I hated when he acted like this, I absolutely despised him. He was one of the smartest men I'd ever had the pleasure of meeting, however, the second things went sideways conversation-wise he always played it painfully personally. He would start correcting my grammar or suggest synonyms for otherwise satisfactory sentences. "I don't either."

"I guess that marks the end of this conversation." He turned around to dump his gathered muck in the makeshift wheelbarrow Phil had built us. His face was hard, his brows furrowed and his features lax. He seemed indifferent, his attitude scaring me to pieces.

"Tech, please." I tried, putting one of my hands up to gesture for him to stop walking. He was now barely lifting the barrow from the ground, ready to head off to the dump. He huffed, his eyes meeting the floor as he put the wagon down. "You know I hate it when you call me that."

"I'm sorry," I muttered softly.

He ducked to grip his hands around the handles again, lifting it from the ground. His knuckles were white where they held onto the leather-covered grips. "Speak up."

"I want to have a conversation with you, okay? Stop acting so fucking stuck up and talk to me." His shoulder brushed past mine as he exited the stables, my voice was high in emotions, definitely on the verge of breaking with desperation.

He snorted. "I'll listen to whatever you have to say when you've calmed down."

"He won't talk to me, Phil." I groaned almost obnoxiously loud, taking a sip of water to wash down both my dinner and my agitation. "You know how he gets."

"All pissy? Tell me about it." He chuckled softly, his forearm shielding his bowl from my sight. He shoveled another spoonful of beef stew into his mouth. Phil and I had never been extraordinarily close, he reckoned Techno and me to be undeserving of each other. A terrible pair. And perhaps we were, at times like this I couldn't help but doubt whether or not we truly were the destined lovers we often thought ourselves to be. "I'll bring him some food later."

I laughed at him, a father at heart. A father to anyone but his actual sons, really. A playful grin on my lips, "You're an enabler, Phil."

That night I crawled into an empty bed. One I hadn't even doubted would be just that; empty. He was weak like that, he'd do anything to avoid conflict. Whether that was because he was afraid of what his blinding rage fits would conjure, or whether he was just an impotent coward. Someone who didn't know how to act around uncertainty and immorality and thus resorted to blaming everything on his treacherous temper.

The sheets still smelled of him, I held them to my nose.

There was no reason for us to fight, I hadn't meant to start one. I simply wanted him to realize how different he acted towards me when surrounded by any crowd. He acted so distant it made me doubt not only us, but myself. My heart ached anytime he pulled his hand away from where I tried leaving him a subtle touch. My skin crawled when he no longer referred to me by the mild, but unmissably warm names he had for me.

However, nothing would ever hurt me as much as meeting his eyes in a room of our friends and seeing the love seep from his irises. Physically witnessing his affection turn into nothing short of mere acquaintance.

Everyone knew us. There was no reason for him to act so cold, so distant. Though, I also recognized that perhaps there was an underlying reason. One I simply hadn't thought of, or perhaps one that I couldn't ever imagine. One that he had retained from his troublesome past.

The thing is, it hurt me to think he didn't trust me enough with his reasoning. That he didn't want to tell me about his thoughts. I'd been extremely careful and meticulous with any information he'd granted me, I was sure to never let what he told me change my opinion of him. I vowed to never look at him any different.

So, why could he not promise me the same?

There was no point in pushing myself from my sheets the next morning. I knew how long his episodes usually lasted, I wouldn't even have to try talking to him for at least two more days. Normally, I'd try, though. I'd sit in the grass right next to where he was working outside, just talking to him about anything and everything I could think of. Back then I thought for his silence to mean confusion, I thought his swirling mind simply needed a break. That a distraction would do him good.

I sat in the barely-molten grass for hours, never getting a reply.

His smell was constricting my airways slowly, every inhale making it harder and harder to breathe. What if Phil was right, what if he truly didn't love me, or not anymore at least? What if it was all an act to have a warm body to fall asleep next to, to have an extra set of hands around the cottage.

I kicked at the sheets, desperate to get them away from me, to get them from clinging to my sweaty body. I only tangled my legs further into the mess. The bed creaked loudly against the wooden floor of the attic, a gust of wind running through a small gap in the roof.

I shot up, finally being able to rid my body of the sheets. I huffed a few times, the annoyance getting the better of me. I slung my legs over the side of the bed, now just sitting on the wooden frame, letting my eyes wander over the walls. The pictures of us that were tightly tacked to the planks, photos of our favorite pets and our best of friends. Photos of us with Phil and Tommy, and even a stray photo of me and Wilbur, back when we were kids.

My gaze found its way towards the singular window behind our bed, the only one of two walls that weren't entirely slanted. His red robe stood out like a sore thumb in the feeble blanket of slushy snow that had been slowly accumulating over the course of the night. Summer was officially over once again, and the cold would soon make it so we could no longer afford to sleep alone.

He rarely wore his robe outside of special occasions, he usually would simply opt for one of his brown ones. One was trimmed with a thick deer fur, the leather on it sure to keep all frost out. The other one was his summer one, the more dirty one of the two. It was always stained with blood, since it would also be the one he went hunting with. He disliked hunting in the winter, the harsh winds and easily discernible prints made it no fun, according to him. He stacked up during the summer, drying his meats to allow them to be kept safe for months, if not years.

But now he was wearing his red robe, lined with the finest of polar bear fur. The one that had the special compartments for his potions, and the one I had sown a totem into. For good luck. He rarely wore it for any occasion but war.

He pushed himself from the ground, turning around swiftly; the velocity making his cape whisk dramatically up in the wind. His eyes seemed fixated on the ground until they unwarrantedly shot up to the window I was sitting at. Any other day, I would've averted my gaze. Not now. He knew I was staring, and he was allowed to know so. I held my eyes on him until his feet carried him out of sight, into the house. I sighed softly, I felt entirely forlorn without him, without his caring hands and loving eyes. I let myself fall back into the bed, cuddling the sheets once again as I curled away from the entrance. I reckoned he would have to change out of his robe soon, and I didn't want to face him when he did.

I heard the front door slam, and as predicted the rungs of the many ladders soon creaked in his hold. The worn, practically ancient, trapdoor was pushed ajar behind me. I couldn't be bothered to turn to meet his eyes. However, instead of quietly changing out of his clothes, I felt the bed dip. He sat on the side of it, much alike to how I had found myself just minutes before.

"I don't like feeling weak." His voice was rougher than usual, it kept its usual monotone aura, but for some reason, it felt more emotional than ever before. He cleared his throat as if to try and mask it, to no avail, "I don't love you any less."

I shifted in the bed, though, he quickly stopped me, "Don't look at me, that just makes it harder."

I obliged. He let out a trembling sigh, taking his sweet time to deliberate his next words, "Sometimes we are outside together and I'm afraid that when they see how much I care about you, they will realize that you make me weak." I stared at the wall, still curled into the blankets. I wanted nothing more than to hold his face, look at him as he spoke. Instead, I had to make do with the pictures of his face plastered on the wood. His pointy, flappy ears and peaked nose. The two sharp-looking fangs set in the corners of his lips, ones that seemed to disappear when he smiled. He didn't like smiling for pictures, I didn't have a single one of the two of us together where he smiled. The only ones that showed his beautiful pearly whites were the ones that had me behind the camera, something I only then realized might've not been a coincidence.

"It scares me to think they could hurt you for loving me, that's why I don't like holding your hand in town." I shot a quick look over my shoulder, his back was slouched over, his head in his hands with his elbows propped on his knees. He wasn't crying, he simply seemed lost."I never realized that what scares me even more is the idea of you not loving me at all."

I slowly crept from under the sheets as his words fell silent. I crawled over towards where he was sat, near the foot-end of the bed. I took one of his hands from where he had rested his face on it and pulled it out of the way.

I snaked my arms around his neck, pulling my body into his. I draped my legs over his lap as I held him. His built arms felt tender against my exposed back, however, he held me tight. He squeezed softly as another quivering breath escaped his lips. We sat in embrace for a while.

"That's all I asked for, Tech." I smiled into his neck. "I just wanted to talk, that wasn't so hard, now, was it?"

"Shut up." He playfully tried pushing me away from his torso, underestimating the power of my cling. "You know I hate it when you call me that."

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years ago

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Hue and Cry

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; abuse of power, threats, chase.

This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You notice a sudden change in Lord Barnes.

Note: This is just me being self-indulgent. I start a new job on Monday and yesterday, someone close to me passed. I’m trying to distract myself but I’m too stressed to work on an standing series. This will have at least one other part.

Thanks to everyone and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

You scattered fresh herbs over the rushes carefully as you backed down the hall. The woven mats would absorb the scent and keep the floors tidy until the next sweep. When you reached the corner, you tied up the sachet and gathered up your bucket and broom. The corridors were already smelling fresher though the task had kept you well past the evening meal.

Your usual chores you assigned to Marjorie. As the years piled on her crooked back, she wasn’t as suited to the more physical tasks. Sweeping would have been too hard on her and you didn’t mind the solitary of the work.

You turned past the kitchens and stopped. Your footsteps seemed to echo behind you. You looked back but saw nothing in the shadows. It was late and most of the castle was asleep already, the torches were snuffed but for a few and you could find you way through the dark easily in the familiar castle.

You went to the rear door of the castle on the lower green, just beside the stables, and dumped the dirt. You heard the horses snoring and nicking as the moon shone down on the wood roofs. You basked for a moment in the silver light and the brisk night air. The harvest season was coming to an end and it would soon be cold.

You dropped the bar as you went back inside and returned your broom and bucket to the cellar. Again you heard a step that did not quite align with your own as you came into the corridor. You spun slowly and glanced around. Some of the younger servants were known to sneak around after hours and there was the odd mouse that skittered over the stone. You saw nothing and went on, more than ready to retire to your straw mattress beside Elsa.

“You sent the old lady,” the voice had your heart in your throat and you stopped short to bow to your liege.

“My lord, I was occupied elsewhere. Harold approved the reassignment,” you said shakily. It was unlike him to traverse the lower floors.

“She spilled wine on my tunic,” Lord Barnes said, “and she can barely see her own crooked nose.”

“My lord, she is old, we did not want her to tax herself--”

“She is a servant. Like you. You have your work and she has hers,” he stepped forward out of the dark shadows though there was no lantern or torch to limn his features, “I bid you to bring my meals and tidy my chambers, no one else. There are far too many covetous servants.”

You were put off by his confrontation. You replaced his former chambermaid several years back but Lord Barnes hardly seemed to warm to the change. He never offered more than an obligatory courtesy and when he was present during your tasks, he rarely spoke at all. Your service had been one of complacency on both sides, so you wondered why he would come to the lower floors to search you out after dark.

“I will be there tomorrow, my lord,” you said, “I apologise for my negligence.”

“And every day thus,” he demanded as he got closer.

“Yes, my lord,” you lowered your chin, “as you wish.”

He stopped only an inch from you and you felt him staring down at you. You didn’t dare look back, that would be an affront to any noble. He let out a long breath and slowly backed away.

“Go, you must be worn out from your hard work,” he retreated, “and there is as much to do on the morrow.”

“My lord,” you bent again and listened to his footsteps fade.

When you dared to look up, he was gone. The man was always particular, even those of his own standing were not guaranteed an audience, even as they visited his estate. He stayed far from court since his injury and on those occasions he did travel to the capital, it was not for more than a fortnight.

You did not take the encounter lightly. He had dismissed labour for less and you did not relish a job outside the castle, there wasn’t much to be had in the village. As dull as the work was, it provided you a place to sleep and comforts not known to many others of your breeding.

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When you went to the lord’s chambers the next morning, he was away. His horse had been saddled for an early ride and you did not expect him until his evening meal. After your tasks, you kept busy until you were due with his supper. When you arrived with the tray, he was not there. You waited but he did not appear. You left the tray covered to keep the food warm and went to attend the last of your nightly duties.

You retired without seeing the lord once. The next day passed in kind, and the next, and the next. You wondered for a moment if it was due to his ire with you but quickly shrugged away the notion. Lord Barnes did not think so much of you and his absence was not so unusual. He was a reticent man even if he was willful.

The first you saw him again was with his supper. He sat at his large carved desk as you entered with the tray and you crossed to the round painted table. He raised a hand and tutted as he didn’t look up from the parchment before him.

“Bring it here,” he ordered.

You went to him and set down the tray on the left flank of his desk. You filled his goblet and he blindly reached over to take it. He gulped and kept his head down as he picked the chicken to pieces and chewed over the inky words.

You retraced your steps to the door, usually he ate alone, as he did most things. You only returned to clear his scraps.

“Do you not see the mess?” he asked without looking up. You turned and followed his sharp point to the shelves along the wall. “It is difficult to focus in the chaos.”

“My lord,” you nodded and went to the oaken shelves. You rearranged the crooked spines and tidied the stack of loose leaves. You took the cloth from your apron and wiped down the line of inkwells. You could hear him chewing quietly behind you as he shifted in his chair.

“And you will ready my bed for the night,” he demanded as you finished up, “pull back the covers, it’s been a tiresome day.”

He lifted the parchment and leaned back as he wiped his fingers on his breeches. You acquiesced with a “yes, my lord,” and went to his bedchamber.

You folded down the heavy blankets and linen and fluffed the pillows. You took the brick from the foot of the bed and set it in the hearth. The fall slipped in through the windows and the chill of the castle was no longer so welcomed.

“I won’t need that,” Barnes said as he entered. He was so quiet, you jumped and stood straight. You spun and bowed your head.

“Will that be all, my lord?” you asked as he unbuttoned his overcoat with one hand.

“My footman has been stricken with an ague after we were caught in the rain,” he said evenly, “you can aid with my wardrobe.”

“My lord?”

“Here,” he pointed in front of him and pulled his jacket free of his left arm, “you will take these,” he handed you the garment as you neared, “to the laundries.”

You kept your eyes on the plain grey fabric as he shoved his boots aside and added his socks to your armful, then lifted his tunic as you peered at the floor. He pulled of the leather glove that hid his iron hand, the metal forged to the mirror of his real extremity. You resisted the yen to look higher up the artificial appendage.

You were unprepared to act as his footman and as he stripped away his layers it made you squirm. He rolled down his breeches and slung them over the rest of his clothes.

He stood in only in his undershorts and bent your head lower, “my lord.” You backed away and he caught your elbow. He stopped you and you hugged the pile of clothes with your other arm.

“Didn’t you miss me?” he asked.

The question struck you. You were unsure how to answer. You were used to the silent, brooding lord, not this pensive, prodding master.

“My lord?” you frowned.

“You didn’t?” he urged, “do you not enjoy your duties?”

“I am only… uncertain of what you mean, my lord. I apologise for my displeasing response but I do not know how to answer.”

You looked at his hand still on your elbow. He squeezed and slowly his palm glided up your sleeve. You shivered as he pushed his hand against your neck and his thumb tickled under your chin.

“I must confess I missed you,” he said, “I did stay away because I was upset at your absence and thought to punish you in kind but it seems, it hasn’t had the same effect.”

“What do-- my lord?” you kept your eyes down as his hand moved higher and he brushed along your lower lip.

“I know I shouldn’t let these… feelings persist but there are many lords who indulge without emotion. I assure you, I do not touch you in a meaningless manner.”

“My lord,” you took a step back and he stopped you again. This time his hand gripped your jaw. He pulled you flush to him.

“Look at me,” he hissed. Your lip trembled and you raised your eyes reluctantly, “you continue to deflect me; your lord.”

You stared at him, searched his deep blue eyes desperately, and shivered, “I only seek to fulfill my duties as your chambermaid.”

“And I offer you more. Offer you… privilege over duty,” he rasped, “I would not mistreat you.”

Your heart raced and you wiggled in his grasp. You peeked down at your armful, “I should get these to the laundries, as you bid, my lord.”

He was silent, just for a moment, then he let go of you and tore his clothes from your arm. “You would deny me?”

You stumbled back and watched him fearfully, “my lord, I only-- I am only a maid--”

“I have a dozen maids,” he growled, “I would have you as more. I would take care of you.”

He bore down on you again and you backed up until you were at the hearth, the mantle jutting out against your head. You turned your head as he loomed over you and his hot breath washed over you. His hand was again at your throat as his lips trailed along your cheek.

“A lord does not ask,” he sneered, “a servant obeys.”

“My lord--”

“Shhh,” he hushed as he turned your head and pressed his lips to yours. He parted, his nose rubbing against yours as his hand stretched over your neck, “I can be kind or I can be cruel. Thus far, I’ve spent most of my patience on you.”

You quivered as he kissed you again. You were too afraid to resist as his hand descended to your bodice and he squeezed. You gasped into his mouth and he smiled against you. He grasped your waist and pressed himself to you.

Your blood went cold as the panic rose up your spine. As he tugged at your skirts, you were blinded by fear. You reached up along the mantle as he dipped his head to kiss your neck. You couldn’t think through your shock, your body seemed to move off instinct.

You grasped the beaten metal vase and swung it down on Lord Barnes’ head. He grunted and stumbled back as he touched his head and tried to shake away the pain of the impact. You tossed the vase and it bounced over the stone as you scurried for the door. You tripped as you reached the receiving chamber and heard him behind you, his steps slowly gaining strength.

“You little bitch,” his tone turned to fire.

You struggled to get the heavy door open and raced into the hall. You lifted your skirts as you barreled ahead of him on the stone. Your thin soles slapped the mats and you hurdled down the stairs as you heard his pants coupled with your own. Down and down and down and down.

You led him through the mazed corridors and flitted out through the lower doors behind the stables. You fell into the dirt and quickly climbed back to your feet. You tore off across the yard as he swore into the air and his steps came to a halt.

“I will find you!” he shouted as you head for the wall, your only hope was the tree winding up the east corner, “You won’t get far!” You reached the trunk of the towering oak and your hands scraped against the bark as you hopped and latched onto the lowest branch. You heard him calling to others, “saddle my horse! Rise and ready my horse, boy!”

You reached the top of the wall, weak and worn and hooked your leg over the stone. You carefully scaled the uneven brickwork and the tangled vines. As your feet met the dirt, you turned and fled towards the tree line, darkened with the myths of vengeful wraiths and wicked witches, driven by the threat of a worse monster behind you, the voices and hooves an omen of his intent.

#Bucky Barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #medieval #medieval au #medieval!au #fic #miniseries #dark fic #dark!fic #mcu #marvel #au #winter soldier

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sin-of-jess · 4 years ago

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Kirishima-Sero-Kaminari foursome

Type: Smut

All characters are aged up to at least 21!

The microwave dings and I pull the scorching hot bag of popcorn out, carefully opening the bag and adding its contents to the big bowl. It took three bags to fill the large plastic bowl, but it would be plenty for the four heroes as they settled down in the living room.

Kaminari was dumping the last of the chocolate candy into a smaller version of the popcorn bowl, Sero coming from the back of his apartment with arms full of throw blankets and pillows while Kirishima fumbled with the remote.

Since I was on popcorn patrol I sat in the very middle of the single couch, legs crossed and a blanket placed in my lap before the warm bowl. Sero sat to my left and Kirishima to my right, Kaminari plopping down in the nest of pillows in front of the three. Along with a single couch was a chair in the living room, but the chair sat a ways away from the couch, so Kaminari made due.

Low rated movies were a guilty pleasure of Sero and Kaminari, who had watched them as young teenagers. As I grew closer with the pair I had been invited to join, and this will be a dozen times since I've joined in. This was the first time for Kirishima, so they had let the red-headed man pick the cheesy flick of the night.

The movie chosen was a monster film, and after turning out all the lights and locking the doors, the group settled down. The movie was at least 40 years old and had your standard family at the center of the film. As the foundation of the film plays out, everyone begins joking at the bad acting as they munched on the snacks.

The popcorn was already a third gone, and my back began to ache at the straight angle I had kept it thus far. Shifting my legs so they were sitting on Sero, I adjust my upper body until my shoulder brushes with Kirishima's. He doesn't say anything, only glances down before his eyes go back to the darkening scene on tv.

Sero shifted his body, moving my legs so they sat comfortably on him, something we've done many times before. The monster favored the darkness, and it was nearly pitch black in the room as the fictional family on tv suffered from a blown breaker.

The scene was intended to be intense, but the group snickered as the crudely made black mass of a 'monster' moved across the window in the back of the shot. "It looks like someone with black bedsheets over their head," Jokes Kaminari as he turns and attempts to toss a piece of chocolate candy into Kirishima's opened mouth.

The candy misses and lands on my arm, and as I pop it into my mouth the lights flash on, and the mother on tv shrieks. "My heart is pounding," Sero comment's with absolutely no emotion.

As the movie goes on my body eases its way down until I'm perched up against Kirishima, who glances down at me every so often. "You okay?" I ask him.

He tenses for a moment, "Y-yeah." He whispers back, shifting his arm so it was draped over the couch behind us. The family in the movie settles down for the night, and that's when the scene turns steamy. The older couple went from discussing the weird happenings of the neighborhood to the woman topless and the man licking all over her chest.

"Errr..." Kirishima mumbles awkwardly as the scene unfolds.

The pair on tv waste no time in the act of sex. loud breathy moans filling the room along with the chuckle of Kaminari, "These movies are always rated this high up cause of sex."

As the man finishes and the scene changes, Kirishima grumbles out an "I thought it was because of the scary stuff."

It took a while for Kirishima's blush to lessen, but by the time the man had finally relaxed, another woman was topless. There was a young and gorgeous woman who was going skinny dipping in the river behind the wooded neighborhood. It was twilight as the woman slowly crept into the water, her nipples grew hard and so did something else.

Sero had chosen to wear sweatpants, just like the other guys. I was wearing comfy shorts, and my bare skin could feel the bump as his cock jumped to life at the sight. The scene was changing between the naked woman, the older son of the family peeping on her, and the shadowy monster hiding in the treeline.

"Just a group of perv's" Kaminari comments as he reaches back to grab some popcorn.

"Like you wouldn't be out there looking too." I retort as I let my leg slide across the thickening dick beside me. My eyes flicker over to Sero, who's eyes are already on me. I grin at him deviously as I rub a bit firmer, shifting around as if I was getting comfy as I glide my foot down his length.

The others don't notice the teasing, and Kirishima and Kaminari both cringe at the death of the naked woman. As the son rushes home to tell his family, Kaminari snorts, "How do you explain why you were looking."

"Why was she even getting naked there in the first place?" I comment back, to which they all agree. There's a blanket over Sero's lap, but the slow rubbing of my foot on his cock was barely noticeable in the dark room.

The parents dismiss the upset son, sending him to bed as the four of us laugh, "A murder you say?" Kaminari says in a mocking voice.

"Nah you're eyes are playing tricks go to sleep!" Kirishima continues in a similar mocking voice. Sero hadn't joined in on the jokes, his mind elsewhere as I continue to tease him.

I adjust again, my head resting on Kirishima's stomach and the popcorn bowl on the floor beside Kaminari. The parents in the movie are in the kitchen now, and as they come together in a heated kiss, the monster moves outside the window.

"Oh god, here we go again." Kaminari jokes as the two once again start fooling around again. I hadn't realized Kirishima had caught on to what I was doing to Sero, who was too focused on pretending to be into the movie to notice Kirishima. I can see the dark grey sweatpants shift a little in front of me, and he awkwardly coughs as he attempts to pull the blanket higher up to cover his growing arousal.

I was already feeling a bit warm with all the teasing I had been doing to Sero, and I wondered just how Kirishima would react if I did the same. I pull my blanket up so it's covering my entire upper body, but I slip my hand from under mine and into Kirishima's.

his throat hitches but I don't stop as my hand reaches the barely hardened dick. At first, I don't move my hand, wondering if he'll do anything to stop me. When he doesn't I give the slightest squeeze, his cock twitching in return. I grow more brazen as I slowly rub my hand along his length, his cock quick to grow at the treatment given.

I've stopped moving my leg against Sero, but his cock stays hard as I work Kirishima up. The first person to speak out loud about it all was Kaminari, who had finally noticed all the rubbing going on behind him.

At first, the two guys are embarrassed as Kaminari's head whips from one to the other. Maybe it was the oversexualized movie, maybe it was because it was three strong and attractive hero's; either way, I let my body take over as I lean forward and kiss Kaminari.

As expected, Kaminari kisses back as he turns his body to face me more. Sero, his shame lessening due to Kaminari's response to my kiss, had begun to rub his hand up and down my leg from over the covers. Kirishima's dick had softened a bit at being caught, but all I had to do was place my hand back on it for him to harden fully again.

I pull my lips away, and at that moment Kirishima speaks, "S-so... are we doing this?"

I sit up and give him a kind but serious look, "Only if you want to Kiri."

The redness of his cheeks quickly travels to the rest of his face as he awkwardly rubs his neck and avoids eye contact, "I mean, yeah."

At that, I move to straddle him, Kaminari wasting no time in groping my ass as I kiss Kirishima. He seems to not know what to do with his hands, so I grab them and place them at my hips. Sero moves over to where I once sat, and I blindly move my hand until I find his cock to rub on.

Sero grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it off and exposing my lack of bra. As I continue to kiss Kirishima, Sero and Kaminari work together to pull both my shorts and underwear off. With my core now exposed, Kaminari slides his finger up and down my wet slit. I moan into Kirishima's mouth, pushing my hips toward's Kaminari's fingers.

Blindly I tug at Sero's sweatpants, exposing his cock so that I can properly pump it with my hand. The hand on my pussy has me to the point I'm quivering, and I pull away from Kirishima and use my free hand to try and pull his sweats down.

With his help his cock springs free, and I want to drool at the size of it. He's not quite as big as Sero, but Sero was way above average(That man screams big dick energy to me). I adjust my hips and slowly drop-down, a shameless groan escaping my throat at the action.

Kaminari uses one hand to spread my asscheek, his fingers wet from my juices as he circles my tight hole, "What about here, Y/N?"

I pause, only having a few fingers there before. When I look over my shoulder, Kaminari is stroking his average cock and looking at me with near puppy dog eyes. "Do you have anything we can use for lube?"

He grins and nods, rushing off to his room. In the short moment, he's gone, I keep my eye for Kaminari but slowly slide up and down Kiri's thick cock.

He returns, his speed making his cock bounce around as he holds up a big bottle of lube. "Of course you've got something." Sero comments.

Kaminari only grins impishly as he opens the top and squirts some of the product on his fingers. At first, he rubs the cold and slimy gel around my hole, but once he glides the first finger in I begin to move on the patient Kirishima's dick.

Once he's able to slide a third finger in, he holds them there and squirts the lube on his cock, rubbing it to coat him properly. I still so that he can position himself properly, and I let out a loud gasp as the head pops in.

It's not painful thanks to proper lubrication, but I feel grateful when Sero distracts me by rubbing my chest and nipples for stimulation. Kirishima joins in, his hand slipping between us as he fumbles to find my clit, rubbing it the moment he finds it.

I put my head on Kirishima's shoulder closest to Sero, my right breast still exposed and giving just enough room for Sero to move and pluck the hardened bud into his mouth. I moan as his tongue swirls around, Kaminari slowly but steadily filling my ass with his rod. He lets out a groan when he bottoms out, and slowly pulls out until only the tip is still inside.

"Eijiro... please, fuck me." I moan, unable to do it myself with Kaminari anchoring me. His ears turn red at the brazen statement, but his hands move to my thighs as he begins to pump up into me.

I've never felt this full in my life, and the moment the two match their pace an orgasm hits me out of nowhere. My entire body shakes as I wail out, clinging onto Kirishima's shoulders.

When the orgasm passes I look to Sero, "Can you-" Kirishima hit's just the right spot, another moan coming out, "Can you sit up here?" I ask as I touch the top of the couch behind him. He does so and I shift my body awkwardly so that I can place his cock in my mouth as well.

There's no way to describe what it's like to have all three of your holes filled with cock, but the dirty pleasure was enough to rip another orgasm out of me within minutes of the first one. A mantra of "Fuck!" muffles out of my cock filled mouth, and Sero begins to stroke my hair as he watches me take him.

Kaminari becomes vocal behind me, a repeated: "Ah, ah, ah!" Coming from him before he suddenly stills, a warmth filling me as I swear I feel his cock twitch. Kirishima's eyes are focused on where our two bodies meet, his thrusting not slowing when Kaminari's did. about 20 strokes from Kirishima later, Kaminari begins to groan as he lets the movement from my body being thrust pleasure him.

I pull Sero's cock from my mouth and use his thighs to balance myself as I look over my shoulder, "Denk- aaahhh! A-are you still hard?" The blonde man only grins impishly as he jerks his cock, his cum oozing out from around his cock. I go back to sucking on Sero's dick, and the dirtiness of having cum drip out of my stretched asshole and down onto the back of my thighs eggs me on.

I try and take his cock deeper down my throat, my constant moaning vibrating onto his cock. When my body screams for air I pull away, taking a loud gulp of air before my moans of pleasure begin. I use one hand to pump him, spit and tears wetting my red face. Sero uses his hand to wipe the tears from my face before gently gripping my chin and guiding his dick back into my swollen and red lips.

Kirishima's breathe increases as his hips turn erratic, a few thrusts later and he barely pulls out before rope after rope of cum spurt onto his stomach. I could tell he was coming down from his orgasm high, so I coax Sero to sit properly on the couch. I slowly maneuvered myself to where I'm now straddling Sero, Kirishima getting up and making his way to the bathroom.

Sero sheathes himself inside me before the bathroom door closes, and he wastes no time in matching Kaminari's fast pace. Unable to do anything else, I drop my head onto his shoulder and moan like a whore. Kaminari has a firm grip on my hips as he piledrives into my beaten up asshole, Sero having one hand wrapped in my hair as he starts kissing and biting my neck. Another orgasm hits me, this time my moans turning into screams as I see spots.

Kaminari grunts and again stills, pumping a second load into my ass. 10 strokes later and Sero follows suit, filling my cunt up with his thick seed. Kaminari pulls out and slaps me on the ass before walking over to the bathroom, knocking on it to let Kirishima know he needs in.

My body goes limp and Sero takes to stroking my back gently with his fingertips as his cock, which is still deep inside me, slowly softens down.

Once the two come from the bathroom, there's a clear air of awkwardness that can only come from a situation like this. "I uh, I need to shower." I sheepishly admit, and I feel grateful as the kind Sero helps walk me into the bathroom.

#kirishima x reader #kaminari x reader #sero x reader #mha x reader #mha smut #kirishima smut #kaminari smut #sero smut

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dracowars · 4 years ago

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ten years apart | anakin skywalker

pairing: anakin x reader

word count: 6,0k

summary: where anakin comes back after ten years

a/n: i'm so sorry for the length but i just couldn't stop writing :( please get a drink and snack before reading this hella long os <3

warnings: angst, mentions of blood

universe: star wars

Exhaling heavily, you throw the garbage bag into the shaft and push it down with all your strength. Beads of sweat have already formed on your forehead which you wipe away with the back of your hand. It is, again, incredibly hot on Tatooine today and the unbearable heat has been beating your mind and body all day. But what temperatures can you expect from a desert planet, right?

The desert planet of hell, as you like to call it. Disgusting creatures, pirates, bounty hunters and actually all kinds of insidious henchmen cavort here in Mos Espa. The city you grew up in. The city you have always been stuck in and probably will be stuck in for the rest of your life. You come from a small and poor family, no money to escape this hell, always having to work hard to survive.

And yet you had a better life than other children here. Because you were lucky enough to not get sold as a slave. Your parents could always raise enough money - often in ways you do not support - to save you. Even though you are more than grateful, you cannot help but to sometimes wonder what would have happened if. If you became a slave, maybe just maybe, you might have met the same lucky fate as him.

It has been ten long lonely years since the two Jedi Masters Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi were stranded on Tatooine and seeked help. You were still very young, therefore you can barely remember their faces. But you definetely do remember the face of him, Anakin Skywalker. The little boy from Tatooine.

How could you ever forget him? He was the nicest, bravest and most courteous boy you have ever met in your life. You always knew that something about him was different. The way he acted, the way he thought. There was just something about him that fascinated you and before you knew it you had developed a small crush on him. You got along well and you loved to watch him when he was working on his droid yet again. He always told you about his dreams, how he wanted to help, how much he wanted to get away from this dump called Tatooine. With his mother.

And with you.

Anakin and his mother Shmi Skywalker were slaves and belonged to Watto, one of the many junk dealers and human traffickers of Mos Espa. Even though they must have had a terrible life, Anakin always stayed positive. The smile on his dirt-stained face when he was building on his droid was priceless and you can see it in front of you as if it was yesterday. In fact, it has been ten years.

Ten years since the Jedi Masters took Anakin with them to train him as a Padawan in the ways of the Jedi. You were happy for him, you really were. He was finally able to leave this terrible planet and live a better life elsewhere. But to a certain price, since he had to go without his mother and also without you, his best friend.

"Y/N! These tables do not clean themselves!", a voice calls for you from inside and you just roll your eyes before leaving the heat outside, entering the building again. Inside, the musty smell of smoke greets you, low music plays in the background and you go straight towards the round bar in the middle of the room. This is the most popular hotspot of Mos Espa: the infamous Twin Sun, a bar in the center of the city. The place where the creepiest species float around, where the dirty business is done.

You absolutely hate your job in the bar. Every day you have to tidy up and serve under worst conditions. Especially in the later hours of the evening, when it is completely overcrowded, you are running back and forth every second, receiving disgusting comments from the guests. However, hardly anyone is here in the early morning and you have to only take care of the leftovers from the previous day. Unfortunately though, you have to endure this kind of job.

Your parents, who always saved you from the worst, are too old and weak now to raise money themselves and you felt obliged to take on this role. That is also the reason why you have several jobs at the same time. In addition to working in the Twin Sun, you also work at some booths at the weekly market and when you are lucky, you can sometimes even help out on the farms outside of the city. It is the only way to ensure your family's survival.

While you are about to wipe the empty tables, the roaring unpleasant noises of podracers echo through the building, sweeping through the bar like an earthquake, and the following loud cheers of the audience can hardly be overheard. The race is also a reason why it is exceptionally empty here today. Almost every living creature in Mos Espa is in the Grand Arena, cheering on their favorite, probably making some bets beforehand.

Personally, you hate these races more than anything.

Besides being totally unfair and dangerous, it is really just about the money - the money you do not own. The same participant always wins and despite your hatred of these races, you watched one of them for the first and last time when Anakin himself participated, won and was thus able to free himself from slavery. Only his mother remained on Tatooine but he promised he would come back and rescue her once he is a fully trained Jedi.

It has now been ten years and he has still not shown up.

Well, maybe he did show up after all, just did not look for you as he initinally promised. Maybe he only picked up his mother, not you.

A few years ago you had to watch how his mother got sold at the weekly market, but the buyer actually seemed very nice and later you found out that he even gave her freedom and took her as his wife. The man called Cliegg Lars used to come to the bar regularly until a few weeks ago. Does Anakin know, or can he maybe even feel, what happened?

"What do you think you are doing?! Finally work for your money or I will kick you out!", the bartender, who is also your boss, suddenly yells at you and pulls you out of your thoughts. "Sorry", you huff out and continue to clean up the tables at a quicker pace. It is a day like any other day. At least that is what you thought.

After you have cleaned all the tables you stand behind the bar and tidy up the glasses. Meanwhile it is already in the afternoon and the bar is much more crowded than it was this morning, which means more work for you. However, for some inexplicable reason, you are very distracted today, your mind always wandering off, and when you do not pay attention for a tiny second, a glass slips out of your hand and shatters into a million pieces.

"Watch out!", your boss grumbels at you immediately, only waiting for such an opportunity. Quietly cursing under your breath, you pick up some of the broken pieces. With a hiss you reflexively pull back your hand after accidentally cutting yourself on a sharp piece. Quickly, you put the small bleeding area against your lips to stop the blood from flowing.

"A table just got free back there! Clean it", your boss orders, not waiting for you to get up again as he almost throws the wet cloth into your face. Trying to control the rising anger inside of you as best as possible, you stand up, dispose of the broken pieces and make your way to said table. When you reach it, you have an uncomfortable feeling all of a sudden, a feeling of someone watching you. You turn around but do not see anyone looking into your direction. Shaking off the weird feeling, you take care of your task and then go back behind the counter to do your work while you hear your boss talking loudly to one of the guests on the other side.

"Watto, Watto.. Never heard of him before", he says thoughtfully over the music. You frown irritated and bend over to be able to see your boss. He is talking to a young, handsome man who seems quite determined about finding Watto. "Buy something or get out of here, kid!", your boss suddenly threathens, but the young man seems pretty unimpressed. Nevertheless, he turns around and leaves but not without your eyes meeting first. His blue eyes shimmer in the weak light and while turning away, he pulls the brown hood of his cloak over his head.

Even though your boss did not call you for help, something deep inside of you tells you to help this unknown, mysterious man. After all, you actually know Watto. You worked for him in your younger years until he went bankrupt eventually. Therefore, it is very uncommon and suspicious for someone to ask for him.

You put everything aside right away and go to your boss, who seems to be in an extremely bad mood today. "I take my break now", you quickly let him know and without giving him a chance to answer, you already head towards the entrance. When you arrive outside, you take a look around and spot the young man just a few meters away from you. Running after him, you gently tug on his sleeve to draw his attention to you.

"Excuse me", you stop him in his tracks and he turns to you with confusion written all over his face. "I heard you ask my boss about Watto in the bar. I know where to find him."

His face seems even more surprised now and he raises his eyebrows. "Really?", he asks, a hint of hope in his voice. You nod in agreement. "Can you lead me to him?", he resolutely asks and you nod again.

"You do not look like you are from here. What do you want from Watto?", you ask him curiously and go ahead to lead the way while he follows right behind you. "That is not important and also none of your business, I think", he replies emotionless, only looking ahead and not at you. You are a little taken aback by his harsh words but decide that it is best to not ask any more questions. He seems quite serious about it and somehow you still cannot get rid of this strange feeling inside of you.

You lead the way to the market, where some stalls are set up, and finally find Watto at his regular place in the shade of a house. He sits on a small chair and is currently busy examining a screw in his hand as you both approach him. Watto raises his gaze when he realizes that someone is walking towards him and as soon as he recognizes you, he flutters into the air excitedly.

"Oh! I have not seen you in a long time", he laughs and looks at the unknown man next to you. "There is someone who was looking for you, Watto", you explain in Huttese and point to the young man next to you, who bows his head slightly as if he could also understand what you are saying. Which is ridiculous, of course, because only Tatooine people can speak and understand Huttese.

Immediately Watto flies back, unsure whether he has done anything wrong. "Excuse me?", he trys hiding his nervousness, suspiciously looking at you.

Instead of telling Watto what he wants, he picks up a piece of equipment and fiddles with it. "Let me help you with that", he murmurs under his breath while actually speaking in Huttese, fixing the broken piece. "What? I do not know you! What can I do for you?", Watto grumbels but his eyes widen at once as he discovers something. "You look like a Jedi. Whatever it is.. I did not do it!"

A Jedi?

The next words abruptly catch you off guard and your heart completely stops beating.

"I am looking for Shmi Skywalker."

You look at him in shock as he pulls the hood down, Watto looking at him exactly the way you do as he finally lets out the words you were too scared to say.

"Ani? Little Ani?", Watto breathes out in astonishment, now using Basic instead of Huttese. When Watto then realizes that he fixed the broken piece, he happily jumps into the air. "You are Ani! You sure sprouted! A Jedi! Hey, maybe you couldda help wit some deadbeats who owe me a lot of money.."

"My mother."

"Oh, yes. Shmi.. she is not mine no more. I sold her", Watto confesses, obviously feeling uncomfortable about the situation while you are still not able to get out a word as they get stuck in your throat.

You were sure that you would never see Anakin again in your life, that he would have long forgotten about you. And now that he is actually back, that he is actually standing right next to you, you cannot believe it. He changed so much that you did not even recognize him.

And it seems he does not recognize you either.

"Sold her?"

"Years ago. Sorry, Ani, but you know, business is business."

"Who did you sell her to?"

"I-I do not remember, actually. I think it was a farmer, yeah, a moisture farmer probably", Watto stutters and his words pull you out of your trance all of a sudden, hitting a trigger in your head.

"His name, Watto."

"I-I think I do not know-"

"Cliegg", you mention softly, turning your gaze to Anakin whose brows are furrowed in confusion. "His name is Cliegg Lars."

"How could you-", Anakin starts, slowly becoming more tense, but as he looks at you more closely, at your face and in your beautiful glistening eyes, his expression suddenly softens. "Y/N?"

"Anakin", you say barely audible, trying to prevent your eyes from watering at hearing your name out of his mouth for the first time in years.

He does remember you. He did not forget about your existence.

You both cannot help but stare at each other for what feels like hours before he gently pulls you into his now very strong arms, hugging you tightly.

After all these years you were separated one would probably think that the hug would be uncomfortable and awkward. But it is far from that. Anakin's embrace is warm and soft, like it used to be when he was still here. He just got stronger and much taller since then.

He grew up.

On a whole different planet, far far away from you.

He has become a Jedi and fights for justice in the galaxy while you are still stuck on the same old planet, struggeling to keep your family alive.

"I can't believe it is actually you, Y/N!", Anakin gives you a warm smile after breaking the hug, his hands still resting on your forearms to keep you close while scanning you from the top to the bottom. "You have grown so much."

"I could say the same to you", you giggle, hiding your bright smile behind your hand while you blush. His blue eyes have become even brighter than you remember them and his face and stature in general look extremely healthy. If someone had told you years ago that Anakin would develop into such a handsome man, you almost would not have believed them. Yet, in your eyes he is still the same Anakin.

"And you are a Jedi", you mumble, pointing to the lightsaber attached to his belt under his brown cloak. Anakin continues to stare at you for a moment before finding his way back to reality.

"O-Oh yes. My lightsaber", he stumbles over his words and looks down at his weapon, but makes sure to completely hide it behind the fabric after that while clearing his throat. Slowly but surely it suddenly gets a bit awkward between you, none of you knowing what to say or where to start.

You have so much to tell him and still want to ask him so many question, but you do not know how.

"So, you know where my mother is?", Anakin finally speaks up again and breaks the silence, but with a question you did not quite hope for.

"It is very far outside of Mos Espa, yes. I can bring you there", you answer with a little sadness in your voice. Of course, he wants to find his mother after all these years.

"Hey! When you come back, make sure to visit me. Ani, I could really need some help, you know", Watto calls after you both as you show Anakin the way.

"He has not changed a bit", Anakin chuckles slightly next to you and follows you over the street, where you pass numerous creatures and vehicles.

"We need a vehicle to get there", you absently speak to yourself while searching for a suitable one. "Or a Dewback works too."

"A landspeeder sounds good", Anakin immediately answers after you end your sentence, almost interrupting you. With raised eyebrows you look at him sceptically.

"What happened to your sense of adventure?"

"I got older, I guess", he sighs and you hear out some sadness in his voice for the split of a second, but you tell yourself that it must have been your imagination.

"We all did", you mumble and finally agree to take a landspeeder instead of a dewback, even though it is much more expensive. However, Anakin insists on paying and after doing so you sit in the passenger seat, patiently waiting for him to join you and start driving.

At high speed you whiz over the dry sand and out of the city towards the seemingly endless outback. From time to time you glance over at Anakin, who does not look at you once, not even when you tell him the directions. When you catch yourself staring at him for longer than a second, you look away quickly but not without noticing the changes in his apperance.

His face has become much more striking and his hair got darker. The dark brown cloak that is covering his body compliments his eyes and makes them shine even more.

On your way you drive past a group of Jawas with their Sandcrawler, who are currently busy taking apart an abandoned spaceship that has apparently been stranded out here.

After a few more minutes you finally reach the Lars homestead and get out of the speeder, Anakin giving you a helping hand that you shyly accept. He keeps his gaze on the dome in front of you though and you can feel the nervousness that suddenly emanates from him.

As soon as you both walk towards it, a girl, younger than Anakin and you, comes up the stairs after she has apparently heard your arrival. Which is honestly not very difficult out here regarding the fact nobody comes here that often.

"Can I help you?", she asks, concern in her voice, and the longer you look at her, the more familiar she gets until it clicks in your head. She is Cliegg's daughter-in-law. You have often worked together on the farm. It seems like she already recognized you as the concern in her face slowly fades.

"Beru, right? I often helped you out on your farm", you take a step towards her and she nods in agreement before glancing at Anakin, who is standing directly behind you.

"We are looking for Shmi", you explain and Beru's brows furrow, obviously confused as to why you search for her.

"She is currently at the market in Mos Eisley with my boyfriend. But they should be back any moment", she mentions and then points down the stairs behind her. "If you want, you can wait for her inside."

Accepting her offer, you follow her inside the dome and you are completely amazed when you arrive at the open pit, a crater housing a courtyard from which all rooms can be accessed. You saw the huge hole in the ground before but never paid attention to it.

You follow Beru into what seems to be a kitchen and she asks you to sit down, but before you are able to, Anakin suddenly turns around due to a noise and a man in a power chair appears behind you.

"Who are you? What do you want?", he asks grumpily and Anakin's grip around his lightsaber on his belt, probably a reflex, reduces as you step in between. "Oh, Y/N! It is you!"

"Good afternoon, Cliegg. I am sorry for our unannounced visit, but we are looking for your.. wife", you say, almost whispering your last words, your heart stopping for a moment when you realize Anakin does not even know his mother married this farmer.

"What?", Anakin asks, shocked, his eyes widened and his lips split while he takes a step forward.

"I am Cliegg Lars. Shmi is my wife. Then you must be my stepson", Cliegg introduces himself and offers Anakin a handshake, which gets refused as Anakin just stares at him in disbelief.

"How is that possible?", Anakin breathes, directing his gaze to the ground, and you discover how he fiddles with the sleeves of his cloak in despair.

"I bought her from Watto at that time and gave her freedom before I made her my wife", Cliegg explains calmly, also noticing Anakin's displeasure about the situation. "My son and Shmi are just-"

He does not get to finish his sentence when loud screams and shouts interrupt him out of nowhere, silencing all of you. A brief moment later you are already on your way back up, Anakin ahead.

Once at the top you spot another landspeeder that has stopped in the distance, fuming. Due to the bright sunlight it is difficult at first to see that two people approach you, followed by several aggressive, snarling Massiffs. Disgusting beasts from hell that usually only live in the mountains unless they have been tamed by Tusken Raiders for their own purposes.

Quickly, you come to the conclusion that they must have been attacked by Tusken Raiders, who are now chasing their pets after them. It takes another second until you all realize that these two people running towards you are none other than Anakin's mother and stepbrother.

"Owen!", Beru desperately exclaims next to you, hands covering her mouth in shock.

Without hesitation, Anakin and you sprint straight towards them at the same time, hoping to somehow help and save them. But when suddenly a blue light brightly erupts next to you, you almost forget to keep running.

Anakin now runs towards them with his ignited lightsaber, much faster than you, and reaches them in seconds. Positioning himself protectively in front of them, waiting until they have run past him, he kills one of the Massiffs with the single stroke of his deadly weapon.

"Y/N, get them to safety!", Anakin shouts while he is fighting with the Massiffs, and you obey his words, quickly escorting them back to their house.

Glancing back after you have brought them inside safely, Anakin has just fended off an attack and pushes the monster a few meters back through the air, his hand outstretched. Finally, yowling and panting, the few survivors retreat and if you would not have called out Anakin's name, you are sure he would have followed them.

Deactivating his lightsaber, he quickly comes back to you, his face flooded with anger and pain. However, instead of paying attention to you, he walks straight past you.

"Are you injured?", you catch his upper arm worriedly and bring him to a stop. Shaking his head, he immediately removes his arm from your grip and continues his way down the stairs. With a sigh, you follow him.

"Where is she?", Anakin asks emotionlessly when reaching the bottom of the stairs, stopping abruptly and causing you to accidentally run into him.

"Ani?", a quiet voice finally sounds and Shmi steps out.

"Mom", Anakin swallows hard and embraces her tightly in his arms as she comes running towards him. After ten long years, mother and son are finally reunited.

"Oh, you look so handsome", Shmi sobs and takes a closer look at Anakin, taking his face between her hands, whereupon Anakin places a kiss on her palm. "My son. Oh, my grown up son. I am so proud of you, Ani."

"I missed you", he sniffs in response and a few tears find their way down his, her and also your cheeks.

"You came back, I can't believe it", she happily smiles at him, pride showing in her eyes.

"Just like I promised", he gives her the same smile and they hug each other again.

"And you saved us. You truly became a Jedi", Shmi sobs and Anakin gives her a kiss on the forehead before her gaze falls on you for the first time. "Y/N! Thank you so much for bringing him here."

"Of course", you wipe away your happy tears and smile back at her.

"Let us eat something, children", Cliegg then suggests while already being on his way to the kitchen, followed by his son and daugther-in-law.

"You might want to freshen up. I will show you where you can", Shmi offers and leads you both through a hole in the wall into a medium-sized room before she reluctantly separates from Anakin.

"Show me your leg", you order as soon as Shmi is out of reach and he turns around to you in confusion. "Your leg, Anakin. I saw you limp."

"It is not that bad", he shrugs it off and puts his Jedi robe aside, revealing his broad shoulders.

"Please", you repeat again and stare at him worriedly until he is no longer able to hold your gaze and pulls up his pants to reveal his leg. You have to swallow hard when a gaping wound appears on his shin and it takes you a lot of self control to not scream at him right there.

"That has to be treated, Ani!", you rebuke him indignantly, but now he is the one who keeps staring at you until you notice what you have just said. "A-Anakin, I mean."

"N-No, no! It is okay. I like when you call me that, it just... it has been some time since you last did", he clears his throat and your cheeks turn into a slight shade of red.

"Y-Yes, a long time ago. But we have gotten older, like you said", you stutter out, trying to make the situation less awkward. "I will ask if they have Bacta patches here, fix you up and make my way home."

"What are you even talking about?", Anakin raises his voice all of a sudden, rather unintentionally as you notice in his subsequent expression, while he grabs your wrist tightly to keep you from walking away.

"You have just seen your mother for the first time in ten years. I am sure you have a lot to tell her and I do not want to stand in the way", you explain and place your hand on top of his to loosen his grip, but to no avail.

"But.. I want to tell you too, Y/N. You are forgetting that I saw you again for the first time in ten years as well. I do not want you to go now", Anakin admits and takes a step closer to you, his eyes pleading to not leave him. "Apart from that, I will certainly not let you go now when these monsters are out there."

Leaving you no choice and not even a chance to answer, he suddenly pulls you into a tight hug, much like he did with his mother.

"I missed you so damn much", he softly whispers and you can't help but smile while you wrap your arms around him.

"I missed you too, Ani", you mumble against his shoulder and claw your hands into the fabric of his clothes.

Although you already hugged each other when you first met today, this one feels much more intense than before. It makes you feel safe and warm and comfortable, a feeling that you have not felt on this planet for a long time. For ten years, to be exact.

The next morning, you tiredly step outside into the burning hot twin suns and follow the voices coming from the kitchen. You stayed awake late yesterday and Anakin told you everything. From start to finish, he explained everything about his training to you, everything that happened after he left ten years ago. You have eagerly listened to his stories about the numerous adventures and here and there caught yourself staring at him sadly but lovingly.

Even though he pretended to be strong while telling these heartbreaking stories, you could see that he is not. After all these long years you can still read it on his face in an instant. He was not strong after Qui-Gon Jinn was killed shortly after their departure and also not when he became Padawan of a Jedi who was almost still a Padawan himself. He was not strong when he has been seperated from his family and he still is not as strong as he pretends to be. No matter from which point of view you look at it, Anakin is still the little boy from Tatooine.

"Good morning", you yawn when you meet the Lars family in the kitchen.

"Sit down, Y/N. I made breakfast", Shmi happily greets you and puts a plate down for you on the table.

You have not seen Shmi this happy in a long time. You never met her often after Cliegg freed her from slavery, but when you did, she always looked very absent and, above all, sad. She seems like a whole different person now.

"If you are looking for Anakin, he is outside", Shmi mentions when she notices your mental absence. Shyly, you nod and give her a warm smile. After you have eaten up your breakfast, you make your way upstairs. Arriving outside, you briefly get blinded by the bright suns when the dome no longer offers you protection.

However, as soon as your eyes get used to the sunlight, your breath gets caught in your lungs when a huge spaceship appears in your field of vision. The ship landed just a few meters away from the farm, the boarding hatch open. You spot Anakin in front of it, deeply submerged in a conversation with another man.

Said man notices you right away and draws Anakin's attention to you with a subtle head movement. When Anakin then sees you and the worried expression on your face, he waves you over. Nervously, you set yourself in motion and approach them.

"What is going on here, Anakin?", you ask shyly after discovering a lightsaber on the other man's belt, quickly gesturing a bow with your head.

"This is my master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Maybe you still remember him", Anakin introduces him to you and, in fact, you actually do remember his face.

"If this isn't the little girl from back then who watched us leave with such a heartbreaking expression", Obi-Wan loudly thinks and scratches his beard before patting Anakin's shoulder. "I will go ahead and meet Padmé on board."

At his words, an uncomfortable feeling of nervousness rushs through your body until it turns into a feeling of sheer fear. Not only because you remember the name and its associated, incredibly beautiful Queen of Naboo, - which Anakin also told you about in his stories - but also because you suddenly feel like your worst nightmare turns into reality.

"W-What does he mean by that?", you stutter out, not really wanting to hear an answer to your question, but Anakin gently puts his hands on either side of your cheeks to calm you down.

"The Jedi Order has called Obi-Wan and me back to Coruscant, along with the senator", Anakin sighs and sadly looks to the ground, his thumb lightly stroking your skin. "My mother is happy here and that is most important for me. I now know that she is fine and safe."

Transforming his words into sharp weapons, they painfully shoot through your heart and you take a step back immediately, breaking the body contact with him.

"But I am not, Anakin!", you yell at him desperately, much louder than originally intended, and he just looks at you in shock from your sudden outburst. "I am not fine since you left ten years ago! I can't do this anymore."

"Y/N-"

"No, do not touch me! Please", you sob and wrap your arms around your own body in order to protect you from further damage. "Would you- Would you have even searched for me at all if I had not found you first?!"

Breathing hard while accusing him, he remains quiet and does not answer. His eyes wander around, desperately seeking an appropriate answer that will not hurt you, but he terribly fails.

"That's what I thought", your voice breaks and a single tear runs down your cheek before you turn around and walk away. However, you do not get very far when you feel a firm grip on your arm and are turned around again to face him shortly afterwards, your bodies only inches away from each other.

"Come with me."

"W-What?"

"Come back to Coruscant with me, Y/N", he begs you, his voice full of sorrow.

"A-Ani-"

"I had a dream about my mother and about you. You were badly injured and I was too late to save you", Anakin confesses, desperation prominent in his coarse voice, opening up to you all of a sudden, letting his guard down and showing you his vulnerable side for once. "That is why I came back. That is why I am back on Tatooine."

"A-Anakin. I can't.. I have responsibilities here", you choke out and look away, not able to hold his pleading gaze while your hands and knees shake in fear. "I have to go back to my parents.. I can't just leave them like this."

Silence spreads between you until Anakin lifts your face up with his fingers on your chin, deeply looking into your eyes. Suddenly your fear is reflected in his glassy eyes. A fear you last saw all those years ago when he left. When he had to leave his mother and you behind. It is precisely this fear that is now reappearing in his eyes and all of a sudden the little boy from Tatooine is back, not wanting to leave his home.

"I understand", his shaky voice whispers as he is close to tears as well.

How much you would like to just go with him. To just leave everything behind and finally get off this dirty planet. But you know it would not be fair to your parents and that you can't just leave them behind. As much as you would love to go with Anakin, you would never forgive yourself if you did.

"I am really sorry, Ani", you carefully say and place your hands on his upper arms to steady yourself before he pulls you closer and places his chin on top of your head.

"I will come back", he breathes into your hair and his voice sounds so fragile in your ears that you can no longer hold back the pricking tears, letting them stream down your cheeks freely. "I promise."

"I will wait for you", you fake a smile through your tears before he gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead, leaving a warm spot there.

The following repeated exclamation of his name coming from his master makes your heart ache even more and Anakin takes a step away from you, breaking off any contact.

"See you soon", he forces a smile and slowly retreats backwards to the spaceship, not averting his gaze from you and repeatedly raising his hand to wave goodbye.

Your eyes filled with tears and your vision blurred, you watch him leave and say goodbye with a heavy heart.

After ten long years you were finally able to see him again. You were ten years apart and now you pray that it will not be another ten years until you meet again.

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kuroos-moon · 4 years ago

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Meeting Their Parents

Request by: @lalisbitch ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Pairing: Oikawa x reader, Kuroo x reader, Noya x reader

Warning/s: swearing and suggestive themes for Kuroo because he’s a little shit sometimes but we love him of course

Oikawa Toru

➪ he doesn’t show it but he’s really lowkey panicking inside yknow

➪ not once in his life had he brought a girl home for his parents to meet, so he’s going to be nervous about it despite knowing it’d turn out fine

➪ it’s the realest thing he’s done for his partner, it was like sealing an invisible seal that he’d cling to you for as long as time would allow just because you’ve gone to this stage

➪ “Toru, what if they don’t like me?” You say, staring up at him as the both of you stood outside his house

➪ “They will, they loved you ever since you started having me listen about overworking and all that,” he smiles reassuringly

➪ right, his parents love you, what was he so anxious about again?

➪ THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THIS HAPPENED. YOU SET THE FUCKBOY STRAIGHT AND HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT.

➪ SHALL HE START THINKING ABOUT MARRIAGE? WAS THIS TOO SOON?

➪ “You’re not very convincing you know,” you give him a pointed look as you squeeze his hand in yours, referring to his sweaty palms

➪ but it actually turns out alright for both of you, his parents adored you and you easily made conversation especially with his mom

➪ also, he forgot all worries in the first place ever since you set foot inside, seeing his mom hug you like you’d be the perfect daughter-in-law

➪ “Itadakimasu!” the four of you say in unison as you all dig in your dinner, which was quite extravagant at that

➪ “This is really a lot, but thanks” you politely say as literally all of the Oikawas put as much food as they can on your plate

➪ “You guys are overdoing it a little,” he frowns at his parents and they give him a chuckle

➪ cue your eye roll as your boyfriend puts another spring roll on your plate as if he wasn’t feeding you enough

➪ "This kid is just so hard-headed sometimes that I randomly smack his head when I recall all the headaches he gave me,” his father tuts

➪ you’re now in their living room, all of you casually sitting on the floor as you ate ice cream

➪ “I KNOOWW,” you totally vibe with his dad and Toru doesn’t even know if he loves it or not, the both of you going against him. “He’s very childish too! I just cover my ears sometimes when he’s whining!”

➪ His parents burst out laughing but your said boyfriend whom you just stated to be childish wasn’t pleased okay maybe a bit, he just really loves the mood you brought in his home

➪ He gives you a scowl, taking a spoon from your ice cream and sticking out his tongue at you when you glare at him

➪ “See? Childish,” you sigh, and his parents were more than happy to agree with you on that one

➪ The night wrapped up by about ten pm and his parents apologized profusely for keeping you so late but you assured them you had so much fun

➪ “So? How was it y/n-chan?” He smiles down warmly at you as he walked you home

➪ “They’re really lovely,” you grin up at him, “I can see why you were raised quite well, minus the... you know, Toruness,” you shrug

➪ “You mean you could see why you fell for me?” He jokes, his hand leaving yours so that he could wrap his arm around your shoulders

➪ he may or may not have grabbed your chin, tilting your face upwards to kiss you because he’s been keeping all his emotions at bay for hours

Kuroo Tetsuro

➪ confident as HELL

➪ so SO confident that he didn’t warn you beforehand

➪ no, no, he didn’t feel the need to do so even though you were wearing his shirt from the night before and your lazy pajamas

➪ not to mention your disheveled hair?!!!

➪ “Ohayo,” he breathes out, pressing a kiss on your forehead as you started waking up from your sleep

➪ With a yawn, you ask, “what time is it?”

➪ “It’s time to have breakfast, c’mon, get up,” he grins, planting a kiss at the base of your neck when you groan

➪ “I’ll wait outside, you better not take long,” he says with a knowing look, it wasn’t a threat but you knew it wasn’t empty either

➪ your boyfriend and his infinite sex drive, you thought as you shake your head

➪ you lazily get up and follow him outside, rubbing your eyes, you say, “Tetsu, we didn’t get to study last night because of your antics so let’s sta-” utter silence.

➪ are you dreaming or are you dreaming

➪ you might just die on the spot, with no mistake, his parents were on the dining table with Kuroo

➪ THE SAID KUROO, was only grinning on his seat as he looked at you

➪ Face flustered and red, you immediately bow to them and apologize

➪ WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE WEARING HIS SHIRT

➪ “Oh, don’t be so polite, c’mon dear sit beside Tetsuro,” his mom waves you off with a smile as his father chuckles at you

➪ “I’m really sorry,” you say again as you took your seat beside your boyfriend lmao you’re about to dump his ass while stepping on his foot

➪ it didn’t faze him one bit, his smug grin only grew wider as he enjoyed every second of your flustered state

➪ but you easily forget how tense you were at first, his parents are really outgoing and his dad was especially funny

➪ he knew all along how it was going to pan out thus his confidence and dick move of not telling you ahead

➪ “I’m really sorry again for intruding, Tetsu told me we’d be the only ones here,” you say again, subtly elbowing him from beside you

➪ “You didn’t tell her?” His mom hisses but his dad merely looked at his son proudly

➪ “It will save me from all her panicking anyway,” he shrugs before looking down to meet your death glare with surprisingly loving eyes

➪ “Plus, did you see the look on her face?” HE WHEEZES, the audacity of this man, you were so sure he was going to say something nice

➪ shortly after breakfast though his parents left for work, and you were both alone in the house again

➪ sulking the entire time, shrugging off his hugs and pushing him away every time he leans in for a kiss

➪ “Kitten, I said I was sorry,” he apologizes again, a small smile on his lips which only made you scoff

➪ “Then act like it you asshole,” you bite back, turning away from him on his bed and stealing the covers all for yourself

➪ “Asshole?” He mocks your words tauntingly

➪ “you’re getting too bratty don’t you think little girl?” he says, and you could only imagine the sadistic grin he had on as his breath fanned right against the back of your neck

➪ Let’s just say you both relived the night before, if not longer

Nishinoya Yu

➪ one word, three syllables

➪ BAR!!BE!!CUE!!

➪ he had just picked you up from your house, dropping in for a few minutes to chat with your parents about how he’s been because they’re all over him tbh

➪ the two of you were just so opposite, you being so shy and quiet and Noya being so loud and bold, they could only want him for a son

➪ so here you both are, on your way to his place because you were gonna have a barbecue out his lawn

➪ you’re clearly nervous and you’re about to cancel the whole thing, you’re just really shy and all that

➪ your boyfriend on the other hand was the most energetic kid you’ve seen him been, grinning at you when you get close to his house

➪ “Yu, take me home,” you gulp, stopping on your tracks

➪ he stops to look at you before literally jumping towards you to give you a hug, basically almost tackling you to the floor

➪ “Yuuu,” you whine, but hold him in your arms too nonetheless

➪ he laughs at you, knowing you weren’t at all annoyed by him, he just wishes he’d rub off on you with his carefree personality

➪ “Y/n darling what’s there to worry about?” He playfully says, pulling away

➪ Noya’s not one for pet names so that ultimately made you blush

➪ “I know you feel nervouse y/n, just squeeze my hand tighter if it’s too much and I’ll get them to talk to me instead,” he gives you a warm smile

➪ but not once did you do as he said, because you loved it, you actually enjoyed his parents’ company and had completely let go of your shyness

➪ they were really kind, and like Noya, they were people who liked to laugh out loud and had the warmest eyes that made you feel at home too

➪ “It’s not so bad, is it?” he says low enough so that only you two could hear, and you nod back at him with a smile

➪ he looks proudly at you, though you don’t notice since you were eating

➪ but it was all too clear to his parents, their son was so whipped and beyond saving with you

➪ “Do you want more soda?” He asks, about to grab your empty glass before his parents beat him to it

➪ “I’ll get it for you dear,” his mom says at you and you say a quick thank you

➪ “We’re about to slice some watermelons so we’ll be back with some good stuff,” his father calls, patting both of your heads in adoration before walking away too

➪ “Yu,” you say, looking at him as he chomped on his meat

➪ He looks back at you, grease tactlessly around the corners of his mouth and meat sticking out from his lips

➪ “Thanks for today,” you smile, bringing the hand that was holding yours the whole time up your lips

➪ he awaits your actions with wide eyes and anticipation

➪ AND YOU KISS HIS HAND, YOUR LIPS ARE TOO SOFT

➪ he completely melts, error 404, noya not found

➪ HE JUST KNOWS YOU WERE GOING TO KISS HIS LIPS IF IT WEREN’T FOR THE FOOD IN HIS MOUTH

➪ sad noya noises

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realcube · 4 years ago

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sleepy haikyuu headcanons 💤

pairings: nishinoya x reader, tendō x reader, kageyama x reader

tw// swearing, violence(?), she//her reader, angst, overthinking, fluff

Yū Nishinoya

midnight pillow fights with Noya 💓

i could leave at that but i shall elaborate

whenever you sleepover at his house (or vice versa), every time y’all say that you are gonna pull an all-nighter and have chaotic fun

but it never works because being chaotic requires a lot of energy, so you both end up falling asleep at like 2AM-ish 🥱

the closest that y’all have gotten to an all-nighter is 5AM

anyway, it’s not a tradition - more like something that just ends up happening every time Noya is over, perhaps a curse lol

but at some time of night, you’ll say something to irk Noya and he’ll throw/hit you with a pillow

not to intentionally start shit but just as playful ‘shut up’ sorta thing

but something about the sharp impact of the pillow just pisses you off and you instinctively launch a pillow right back at him and it’s always a bit harder than you meant for it to be

thus, a pillow fight ensues

Noya had always envisioned a pillow fight with a female as a playful, sensual experience

but there was absolutely nothing playful or sensual about the way you powerbombed him and then proceeded to suffocate him with your pillow

you would both be feistily beating each other with the pillow, the room filling with your battle cries and screams ╰（‵□′）╯

and this would only end once both of your harsh, quick hits turned sloppy and tired

eventually, you’d both just drop unconscious during the fight and wake up in the weirdest positions

Satori Tendō

he is the self-certified ‘worst cuddler’ (ಥ _ ಥ)

not only is he extremely sensitive to temperature, he’s also filled with too much energy to just stay in the same position with you for god knows how long

it’s not that he didn’t like to cuddle, though. 🥺 i mean, nothing made him feel more safe than you in his arms but he was just unable to stop himself from getting restless when he did it for too long

but there were some nights that he wasn’t as fidgety, though

most of the time, it was after a big volleyball game or a hard day at practise and he was absolutely exhausted (_　_)。゜zｚＺ

he’d literally just detours to your house to catch up like he usually does but his demeanour clearly isn’t the same when he’s worn out so you invite him in for a few minutes and he’d gladly (and gratefully) accepts

he’d just flop down on the couch beside you, his arms just automatically finding your waist and thoughtlessly pulling you against his chest as he laid back, staring at the ceiling

he found himself muttering random things about his day when you asked him, but nothing he said seemed to be in chronological order - unless he brushed his teeth during volleyball practise, which - now that you think about it - doesn’t sound too out of character for him.

his hand found it’s way into your hair and started caressing your scalp, slowly drifting off as the little tune you hummed into his shoulder sent relaxing vibration throughout his body (￣o￣) . z Z

and this wasn’t a one-time thing either, whenever he comes to your house drained from practise, a similar chain of events always end up happening

the only difference being that sometimes it was in your bed rather than on the couch

Tobio Kageyama

i feel like bb has nightmares, like frequently 🥺

i mean, if i was him i’d have nightmares too; he has so much important shit riding on his performance - it’s a miracle that this man can even sleep with how much stress he must be under

like, he’s kinda failing school/ he doesn’t have the best grades and if he doesn’t do well on tests then his opportunity to go to camps and train volleyball could be taken

speaking of volleyball, he probably is so stressed from being a part of a team and having people rely on him - not the mention that he clearly isn’t very good at processing his feelings considering that he expresses most negative emotion he feels towards Hinata in the form of anger

then there is the pressure of keeping his relationships and not naturally distancing himself from the people he loves

like you, for example

he goes to bed with all these horrible thoughts in his head and whenever he tries to think positive, it always backfires

he’ll be like ‘i’m the worst person to be around, it’s clear nobody likes me.’

then he kinda shakes it off like, ‘wait, no. don’t think that. i know that (Y/N) loves me and i love her back.’

but his mind never leaves him alone, ‘am i even sure she loves me? i mean, i act so stand-offish towards her - yeah, she probably barely tolerates me. and she was talking about hinata’s spike yesterday, she’s probably going to dump me for him.’

it was a heart-wrenching thought but what could kageyama do?

for now, he’d just lie down beside you on your bed as you scrolled away on your phone, completely unaware that he just mentally rehearsed how he was going to react when you broke up with him

“goodnight, kags. love you.” you hummed, turning around to place a kiss on his cheeks like you always do when he sleeps over

kageyama nodded, trying to act cool and collected despite the fact he was internally nervous as hell, “night, (y/n).” he paused, trying his best to lift the corners of his lips into a kind - rather than intimidating - smile, “love you too.”

‘look, i called her by her first name - i’m so romantic.’ that was probably the nicest thing he’s thought to himself all day

with that, you both try to get some rest

aaaannnndddddd cue the part when he wakes up in a cold sweat, shivering slightly as he looks over to you with wide eyes to reassure himself that your not gone

his heavy breathing alerts you that he is awake so you pry one eye open to look at him, “not again, tobio.” you said wearily, forcing yourself to sit up and attempt to wrap him in a hug but he just jerked away from your touch

you sighed, “what happened?”

kageyama blinked rapidly, darting his gaze around the room before it finally landed back on you

“i- the walls- and you were almost d-” he began coughing, resulting in you immediately reaching over to your nightstand and handing him the bottle of water you had lying there

he took a few gulps before letting out a refreshed ‘ah’, his stare glued to your lips the whole time

eventually, he was able to grumble “it was nothing.” (⊙_⊙;)

upon hearing his evidently fake answer, you shoved out your bottom lip and whined, “shut up, tobio. i was obviously something; why won’t you tell me?”

“because it was nothing.” he said without missing a beat, then he proceeded to lay down so he could fall back asleep - as if this time it’d go better for him

“Kageyama!” you barked, resulting his eyes jolting back open, “You always have nightmares at my house; I’m starting to wonder if you’re scared of me or something.”

kageyama shook his head before nonchalantly responding, “it’s the cherry blossom air freshener - maybe use vanilla or something next time.” he joked, unable to resist a smile as you playfully punched his shoulder.

you sighed, clearly not going to get an answer out of like every other time you’ve tired, so you just decided to try fall back asleep and try reclaim the little bit of sanity you had left

“(y/n).” kageyama grumbled, wanting to make it seem like he was half-asleep but he was far from it as he pulse was still going crazy as that nightmare shook his to the core. “are you going to dump me? because if you are, now would be a good time.”

he spoke, praying to every deity he could think of that you wouldn’t say yes - but if you did, now would be a good time as he could storm out and since it was dark outside, the streets would be deserted meaning that nobody would be there to witness the tears streaming down his cheeks as he sprinted through the night

you rolled your eyes, “is that what this is about?” you didn’t mean for it to come off so harsh as you actually felt a great amount of sympathy for kageyama but just unable to express it in the way you desired

“stop crying.” you hissed, making kageyama quirk an eyebrow.

“I’m not crying-” he replied until suddenly, he realised that your comment was directed at yourself as you hastily buried your head into his chest and he felt something soak through the fabric of his shirt.

“I’m not going to break up with you kageyama, you stupid moron idiot!” you snapped against his shirt.

don’t ask why that nickname made kageyama’s heart flutter

“get those crazy ideas out of your head or i’ll have to take them out for you 🔪--” you could barely even finish your sentence before both you and kageyama burst out laughing

it was probably just the ambience of being cozy under a blanket with each other in a freezing cold room that reeked of cherry blossom but some how you both some how fell even harder for one another

although what you said wasn’t the most moving or motivating, your intention was clear and from then on, kageyama was a lot more upfront with you💕

he’d tell you if he ever felt uncomfortable or if he was ever worried and you’d either make him feel better or make him laugh and then insist that he goes to talk to suga or daichi

also after that night, (and once you ditched the air freshener and started burning vanilla essence) he only had ‘sweet dreams’ whenever he stayed over at yours

(or at least that is what he said whenever you asked him. in reality, his dreams were about volleyball and tsukishima chasing him through the mall on a velociraptor but whatever, it was a step up from the nightmares anyway. 🏃‍♂️ 🦖 )

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hufflesocks · 4 years ago

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Ok so I am a huge fan of the head cannon that the cores were once human so basically I’m just going to give my head cannon for what happened prior to GLaDOS taking over the facility and the events of Portal and Portal 2. And since I have been holding these head cannons in for too long, so I’m just going to info dump:

Due to the importance of Cave Johnson’s project of putting one’s consciousness into a computer, I would assume that those working on the project would want to run tests prior to the real thing. And what’s better than testing on the real thing: other people. For the very first test, the scientists working on the project decided to have the subject be one of Aperture’s many maintenance workers. This was due to that fact that if the test was successful then they could continue to use the core for maintenance work, and a robot doesn’t need breaks nor do they get sick. The candidate they chose was an immigrant from Norway named Virgil Evensen. He had no remaining close relatives and outside of a friendly old lady that he would cat sit for no one who would miss him. They put a lot of effort into the exterior of the core’s shell even going so far as to giving it floral designs that matched the tattoos of the subject they were using. The scientists wanted to make a very good first impression, and they did. The first transfer of human consciousness into a robot was a success. Though they learned the hard way that in order to avoid any existential crisis the memory of said person had to be completely whipped. Using this information they began to perform many other similar tests, with many other employees to create the personality cores.

Two particular Scientists who were involved in the project were Craig Nelson and Richard “Rick” Owens. Craig was originally on the project dealing primarily with with the science of actually transferring over human consciousness, while Rick was later partnered with him to help with the robotics aspect. Their relationship as co-workers was strained at first, but soon evolved into one of reluctant tolerance. Craig had a tendency to be a bit stuck up and arrogant, while Rick was more well adventurous and a bit of a braggart(think of him as a flirtatious cowboy). Rick developed the the type of attitude towards Craig that’s like “it’s not ok for anybody to pick on this person, but me.”

Rick grew up on a ranch in Montana with his older brother Connor. Connor went to school for Aeronautics, and eventually found himself under the employment of an up and coming science institute: Aperture Science. Rick followed in his brother’s footsteps getting a job at the same facility but in the field robotics. Rick enjoyed living and working in close proximity to his brother as he had a falling out with his father soon before he got the job. Eventually his brother got married and had a kid, named Kevin. One day, however only a few months after Kevin’s birth, his wife left in the middle of the night without a trace. So Kevin grew up with his father and his “cool uncle Rick.” Often Kevin would stay with Rick while his father was on space missions. This prompted him to develop an extreme love for anything and everything space. But one typical two week visit with his uncle became a permanent one. Rick had no idea what to do when he found out that his brother went missing in space. He was torn between grieving and figuring out a how to take care of Kevin. He was supposed to be “Cool uncle Rick.” The guy his nephew would hangout with, while his father was busy, not the kids primary caretaker. And the hardest part was figuring out a way to tell the kid his father wasn’t coming home. In the end he tried to explain that his father was now in space living amongst the stars. He hoped the kid understood the metaphor. But instead it just turned Kevin’s interest in space into an infatuation with going to space. Regardless, Rick managed to make the new situation work. Though taking care of Kevin by himself often ment bringing Kevin to Aperture’s daycare center when he couldn’t find a baby sitter.

Around this time employees began to seemingly disappear out of thin air. Due to the fact that Rick was on the lower end of Aperture’s personality core project he never knew the real reason. He just provided the blueprints for the cores and checked them over when they were done. He never picked up on the fact that their personalities seemed a bit too human. One day about several years after his brother’s death and only a few days after the CEO of Aperture’s, someone very important stopped showing up to work. Caroline was one of the few people at that facility who actually listened to what he had to say and didn’t just brush him off. Plus he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t developed a small crush on her. First Rick asked Craig if he knew anything, to which he received a curt “no.” Figuring Craig was just being himself, Rick began asking around with the higher ups. All of whom seemed to side step the question, say that she must have quit, or claimed they were too busy with Aperture’s new, biggest project GLaDOS. Eventually Rick was forced to drop it.

Craig was more involved in the higher ups of the personality core and GLaDOS projects. Thus, meaning that he knew the scientists were getting more desperate in using cores to control GLaDOS as well as which employees were up next for the trials. Apparently asking around about the disappearance of a higher up at Aperture was a sensitive subject. So when Craig heard who the project’s next test subject was, he immediately went to warn him. If anyone asked, Craig hated his coworker Rick, but in reality the two had formed a begrudging friendship. Plus the fact that Rick had a nephew to care for, didn’t make the decision to use him as a test subject sit well with Craig. Craig tried to warn Rick as best he could, without divulging the warning’s motive. But saying that Rick should quit immediately for no reason and leave Aperture pissed Rick off for some reason.

The next day when Rick went to work, Craig wasn’t at his desk, and Craig was always at his desk. This made Rick extremely worried. No matter how mad he was after their recent exchange; the guy never missed work, not even for sick days. This time he was more forceful in his questioning, demanding to know the reason for his friend’s disappearance. But the only answers he received were shrugs and suggestions that he get back to work.

By this point he was fully aware something real bad was going on, and was really reluctant to bring Kevin in with him the next day. But he couldn’t find a babysitter and he couldn’t leave the kid alone. After dropping off Kevin at the daycare center, he went to his desk. As he looked up from putting his “adventure” hat in the lower drawer of his desk, he saw two men in lab coats standing beside him. One addressed him by name and asked him to follow them for a scheduled testing session(something that employees were often asked to do every so often). However, Rick had a bad feeling about it and was reluctant to go. The two Scientists tried to restrain him, but he managed to fight them off. Once free his next thought was to find his nephew and get out. But before he could take another step a needle was injected into his neck and everything went dark.

The Scientists knew they had been too careless, when a daycare employee approached them. It was the end of the day and the employee asked when one of the young boys’ uncle would be arriving to pick him up. They were desperate. The GLaDOS project was failing and they needed to cover up any loose ends that could possibly lead to the beyond unethical actions of the project being released to the public. So they followed the daycare employee to the center and found the boy sitting at a table playing with a rocket ship. Recognizing the lab coat attire as one that his uncle often wore Kevin asked where his uncle was. In response the scientists offered to take the boy to his uncle.

The last three cores were hastily made. They were full of bugs and sported the personalities of Fact, Adventure, and Space(if one could even call those personalities). It was no surprise that they didn’t work when GLaDOS was booted up. The scientists were running out of ideas, and began to think the project a failure. Until one of the younger scientist by the name of Dr. Doug Rattmann offendedly and sarcastically mentioned using artificial intelligence based personality cores instead. Much to his dismay the scientists took his idea. They had enough data collected from the numerous personality core tests, that they could easily develop an AI software. Perhaps using AI would be better for managing a Human based robot, rather than other human based robots. The first test was run using a core with a focus on curiosity. GLaDOS lasted a whole quarter of a second before trying to kill the scientists. The test was a success and it looked like with just a few more cores, the scientists could get the machine under control.

#portal 2 #portal 2 headcannons #I know some things are a little off from cannon #but hey that’s why these are headcannons #and are done just for fun #portal stories: mel #fact core #rick the adventure core #space core #virgil portal

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loving-daisy · 3 years ago

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Cry For Me | George Weasley x Reader

Masterlist | Cry For Me Masterlist

Chapter 7 - Make Your Rain Fall

Words: 6.8k

Warnings: none

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As if I don’t know anything, I will stay by your side then at the end, break your heart

Hours passed after supper at the Great Hall, Y/N Icestone alongside her best friend, Daphne, was seated at the leather couch in front of the fireplace inside the Slytherin Common Room. The common room was colder than usual, thus the reason for getting close to the fire. Y/N had her head leaned on the raven-haired girl’s shoulder who was reading gossip from a certain wizard magazine. A white fleece blanket was wrapped around her body as she stared at the window glass that separated the room from the species in the Black Lake.

Despite all the hints the Slytherin gave to her Gryffindor, it seems like not a single one was taken. He’s more stupid that I thought, Y/N contemplated.

Daphne scoffed, closing the magazine before looking down at her best friend. “Can you believe this rubbish? This quidditch star just dumped his girlfriend because he became famous. Turns out, he didn’t need the money anymore, seeing that he has landed a good paying job. What a git.” She muttered, shaking her head from left to right.

“Parallel situations going on in here, don’t you think?” said Pansy Parkinson, a 4th year Slytherin who was also in Draco’s year, said, absentmindedly revealing that she was eavesdropping and that she knew about the Icestone-Weasley relationship going on.

Y/N rolled her eyes on the comment, deciding to still remain quiet and let Daphne handle the young Slytherin. “Didn’t your father ever tell you that it’s rude to butt into a conversation?” Daphne sneered, obviously irritated.

Pansy just gave a small shrug before proceeding on replying “I mean, it’s kind of obvious isn’t it? Weasley is poor, Icestone is not.”

This caused Icestone to snap out of Daphne’s shoulder and face the girl. “What the hell did you just say?” She said in a threatening voice, a scowl in her features being displayed. Once again, Pansy gave another shrug, this time, a smug one. “Just stating the obvious. I mean, a fact is a fact right?”

“The fact that you put your nose in somebody else’s business speaks a lot about you.” Daphne commented. “Well...I guess you can say the same to most of the people here in Hogwarts.” replied Pansy.

Y/N stood up from the couch she was sitting on, brushing her uniform before blankly looking at Daphne. “Come, Daph. I don’t want to be out here any longer.” She called before briefly walking towards their shared dorm room.

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Y/N sat in front of her big vanity mirror, brushing her lustrous hair after she washed up and changed into her satin nightgown.

There was one thing her eyes were focused on, and no, it wasn’t her hair nor her appearance. It was on the single diamond that was seated simply yet classically on her chest, the Icestone jewel.

She abruptly stopped with her actions, narrowing her eyes on the glowing stone before turning around to her best friend who just came out of the bathroom.

“Daphne.” She called.

“Yes?” the raven-haired girl answered, stopping in front of Y/N as she dried her hair.

Icestone only gave the girl a smirk, hundreds and millions of thoughts running wild inside her mind. Daphne stopped in her tracks and placed both her hands on her hips, an eyebrow raised towards Y/N. “You have a plan, don’t you?” She suggested.

Y/N’s smirked converted into a mischievous smile. She turned her back towards Daphne, facing the vanity mirror again as she grabbed on her night cream. “Oh you must be mad if you think that I’m just gonna let go of it easily. I won’t. And that’s that.” She hinted, making the raven-haired girl get closer to stand behind her.

Through the reflection of the mirror, Y/N saw the confused yet excited look on her best friend’s face. “I’m not exactly sure what you mean by that...” Daphne trailed off as she placed a hand on Icestone’s shoulder.

Y/N placed a hand on top of Daphne’s. “You must know me, Daphne. I always finish what I started.” She proclaimed, dropping her hand to her lap. “I’m gonna continue.” She stated.

“Continue...what exactly?” Daphne questioned, slightly still confused yet a glint of sparkle was in her eyes. “You’re going to continue what I’m currently thinking of right now, aren’t you?” She tried to confirm.

The seated girl merely nodded, her grin bigger than ever. “I’m gonna continue what I started last year. My plan. Didn’t I tell you before?”

Excitedly, Daphne nodded before pulling the seated girl to a big embrace from behind, jumping up and down from joy. “Finally! Weasley’s gonna get so-”

“Y/N?” A small voice interrupted, the figure flying past Daphne and landing on top of the vanity. “Yes? What is it, Mira?”

Looking closer at the small winged-fairy, Mira had an uncomfortable look on her face, unsure whether to deliver the news to Y/N. She hummed, getting down on her knees as she sat on her heels and placed her small hands above her thighs. “Tell me, Mira.” Y/N encouraged, a concerned look enveloping her face.

“Outside...uhm...someone’s looking for you.” Mira manages to blurt out, nervous of her action’s outcome. Y/N gave a nod, still waiting for her fairy to give her more details about the outsider. After a few seconds of waiting, she asked. “Who is it?”

“George Weasley.” Mira muttered, earning a small gasp from Daphne who was now seated on the small powder-blue couch situated inside their shared dorm room, flipping through the letters both of them received.

“Are you going to meet him?!” The raven-haired girl asked, dropping the letters on the tea table. Calmly, Icestone gave her a nod, her lips turning up to give a small smile. With a flick of her wand, black sweatpants and a matching black jacket was placed on top of her baby pink nightgown.

“Yes, of course. How will I go with the plan if I don’t execute it? A plan can’t always be a plan, Daphne. You have to take action. I guess mine goes back on track right at this moment. See you later.”

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Y/N managed to spot the ginger a few walks away from the common room, effortlessly hiding behind a small statue. Though her heart was beating like it wanted to come out, she managed to walk towards her boyfriend in a calm, quick yet quiet way.

“George?” She quietly called out as she tapped the tall boy’s shoulder. When he turned to face her, he gave her a wide smile causing Y/N’s heart to beat even faster. If that was possible.

Trying not to break her façade, she crossed her arms above her chest as she raised a brow towards the Gryffindor. “What are you doing here?” She questioned, the tone of her voice showing how she was unamused.

“Well, I got hungry so I snuck into the kitchens to steal some cookies.” George confessed, scratching the back of his neck.

Before Y/N was able to nag, the ginger quickly added “I figured you would have wanted some. I am aware of your love for chocolate afterall and it turns out, the cookies were chocolate chips!” He exclaimed, showing the bag of cookies that was hidden inside his robe pockets.

Icestone felt like melting on the spot.

Forcefully grabbing the pack inside the ginger’s robes, Y/N joined George in ducking behind the small statue as she impatiently opened the bag and grabbed a bite.

“Woah- Woah! Calm down, Y/N! What if these cookies were products of Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes? Merlin! You really trust me like that, don’t you?” George teased, concerned yet relaxed for the Slytherin’s behavior. Only, it lasted for a few seconds as the girl froze in front of him, her eyes focused on the cookie that she was clutching with her hand.

Her eyes immediately found the boy’s, in which she gave her stone cold glare. “George!” She complained, huffing as she shoved the ginger’s shoulder.

“What?” George asked, a concerned look all around his features. “Is something wrong? I was only joking about these being our product! These aren’t it, I swear to Godric! Are you-”

“These are raisins!” The girl cried, giving another shove. George replied with a sheepish smile.

One thing for sure was that even if the ginger failed to distinguish raisins from chocolate chips, the Slytherin still finished everything that was in the bag. And in the course of forcing the sweets down her throat, she had one thing, 2 meanings, on her mind: This is going to be harder than I thought.

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“Aisu ston!” A deep voice called out, causing Y/N Icestone to stop in her tracks to find the owner. She knew who it was from and she was happy that they remained friends even if they barely saw each other.

“Krum.” She greeted him with a charming smile. The Bulgarian gave a small smile, eyes traveling their surroundings before giving his full attention towards the girl in front of him. He clasped his hands together behind his back before slightly bending down to be in level with the Slytherin. “Or you bizzy?” He asked with a quiet tone.

Y/N raised a brow due to Krum’s peculiar behavior. She could see how the boy was nervous and uneasy and it wasn’t like him at all. At least that’s what she knows over the course of years that she has known him. “Busy? Not at all. I was just headed to the dungeons to take a nap. Why?”

The Bulgarian gave another small smile, eyes darting around their surroundings before continuing to seek his intentions towards the Slytherin. “So...yor fwend…” He trailed off, unsure how to ask.

“Daphne?” Y/N suggested. Krum shook his head in response. “No, not Dap knee. Da won ol waze in da lie burary.”

Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion, thinking hard on who in her circle of friends like to spend their time in the library. All she could think about was Theodore Nott, a Slytherin who was in the same year as Draco, someone that she knew because of the pureblood gatherings her parents attend. But they weren’t really friends and she didn’t think that he was the one Viktor was pertaining to either. “I don’t think I have friends who are always in the library…”

“But you do! I zaw you wit her in da hall...za won reading book.”

The Slytherin smirked, her mind visualizing the only witch she knew who would have carried a book with her always. “Curly hair?”

Viktor thought for a while, visualizing the girl from his memories before nodding. “Yes.”

“Hmm…” Granger. “I guess you can say that we’re...acquaintances. Why?” The girl inquired, a teasing look on her face causing the boy to flush pink on the cheeks.

“Wot iz er name?” He asked.

Y/N displayed a wide smile on her face, happy for Viktor to finally get interested in a girl. When they were young, he would always suggest that romance is cheesy and that he never sees himself being in love with anyone at all. I guess the tables have turned. “Hermione Granger. She’s from Gryffindor.” Replied Y/N.

The Bulgarian nodded, trying to pronounce the Gryffindor’s name in his head a couple of times to remember. “Thanks.” He muttered, offering a small smile.

Y/N crossed her arms, raising a brow towards Viktor to give him a small interrogation. “Why are you asking?”

The boy shrugged in response. “Nothing.” He denied but the pink on his cheeks gave his denial off.

“You think she’s pretty, do you?” The girl suggested, poking the boy in his sides to tease him. Krum coughed in response before displaying a fond smile. “Beautiful.” He admitted, his eyes lighting up as he said so.

George Weasley, who was hiding at the next corner of the hallway, scoffed before walking away.

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The next morning, as Y/N headed to the Great Hall for the day’s first feast, the second she stepped foot up above the Slytherin dungeons, she felt a pair of hands drag her arm to a secluded corner.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She demanded, huffing. The girl pulled herself away from the man, annoyed as she attempted to straighten her Slytherin robes to look put together like she usually is. When she looked up to spit some spiteful words towards the man, it was as if her tongue held itself back after her eyes landed on a familiar tall ginger.

Like the Slytherin, George Weasley wasn’t so friendly at this moment. He had a scowl on his face, clearly bothered by something Y/N is yet to know.

The Gryffindor crossed his arms. “Care to tell me how you know Krum?” He asked calmly, the tone of his voice being in contrast to the annoyed look that he had on his face.

Immediately, something clicked in the girl’s mind that made her display a smirk, mirroring the boy’s crossed arms. “He’s a family friend.” She admitted. “Now, if you would excuse me, I don’t really want to deal with your foul behavior so early in the morning. I should head to breakfast.” She said, escaping the boy’s blocking figure to continue her route towards the Great hall.

The boy groaned, following the girl by walking side by side. “How?” He inquired, still greatly annoyed.

Y/N gave another shrug. “I don’t know. I don’t remember. My father has a lot of friends.”

In response, George groaned, not getting the answer he expected. “Okay.” He muttered.

Silence fell in their atmosphere as they walked. And it was awkward because George was never this quiet when he was with Y/N. Y/N also wanted to push further, seeing that the annoyed look on the boy’s face as well as his inquiry about the Bulgarian Quidditch player gave the information of how he saw their encounter and got jealous of the boy. “What’s wrong?” She questioned, her tone soft.

The boy huffed in response. “I just think that he doesn’t see you as a friend.”

“Me?” The girl seeked clarification, the boy answering with a single nod. Y/N let out a laugh. “Why do you think so?” She asked.

Again, George huffed as a response, the laugh Y/N let out provoking his annoyance even further. “Don’t be daft. I saw you flirting with him in the hallways yesterday. Rather, he was flirting with YOU!” He accused. “Calling you beautiful and stuff…” He muttered, his eyes landing on the floor to avoid the piercing eyes of the girl.

The Slytherin let out another amused laugh. “Friends can’t compliment each other?”

“I think he intended on something more than just a compliment.” The Gryffindor pointed out.

“If I didn’t know better, but I do, I do know better, I wouldn’t think that you’re jealous over Viktor Krum.” She suggested, trying to get the boy to admit his true feelings.

George let out a scoff. “Me? Jealous? As if! He might be a professional Quidditch player but I’m the best beater around this era of the Gryffindor team! Scratch that, I’m the best beater in Hogwarts today. So no, I am not at all jealous of Viktor Krum.”

The Slytherin faked a cough in disbelief. “But it seemed like that to me.”

“Not everything you see is true.” George pointed out.

“Exactly, George. Not everything is what it seems! He wasn’t complimenting me, he was complimenting your friend.” Y/N informed. George, still not taking any of it, continued to rage. “And who is this ‘friend’? You?”

Y/N leaned closer to the tall ginger to whisper. “No. Granger.”

“Granger?!” He clarified, shock written all over his face. Y/N nodded in response. “Yeah.”

“You’re kidding.” The Gryffindor accused, still not believing the Slytherin. The girl raised a brow in annoyance. “Do I look like I am?”

The shocked look on the boy’s face was replaced with amusement. “Merlin! Ron is gonna flip!” He howled, now smiling from ear to ear after he got closure that the Bulgarian didn’t fancy his girlfriend. Also because of the fact that things just got interesting for his younger brother but that’s another story.

“What do you mean?” The Slytherin asked, confused.

George let out a giggle. “Git is too scared to admit his feelings for the girl and now he’s gonna compete with bloody Viktor Krum.”

“Woah.” Y/N managed to react as her mind was flying elsewhere after they turned to the hall where the doors of the Great hall is placed. Her eyes travelled to find her raven-haired best friend, who was waiting outside with crossed arms. “Things just got so interesting.” She muttered.

This time, it was the Gryffindor's turn to get confused. “What do you mean?”

The girl shrugged in response. “Nothing. You know, just the love triangle.” She said nonchalantly. “Gotta go. See you later!” She announced, walking faster.

“No kiss?” In response, Y/N sent him a small flying kiss before turning away and secretly making a face towards Daphne, who was now sneering.

George groaned. “I was expecting something more than that.” He muttered.

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Later that day, as Y/N headed back to the dungeons to fetch her extra ink bottle, she was bothered once again by a certain ginger.

“Psst! Icestone!” He whispered-yelled. Y/N stopped in her tracks to turn to look towards the voice that called her, raising a questioning brow before crossing her arms above her chest. “Care to tell me why you’re down here in the dungeons?”

“It’s George.” Fred said, a feigned worried look plastered all over her face. Y/N mirrored his facial expression, although faux like Fred’s, seeing that the boy was lying to her. “What about him?” She inquired.

A smirk spread all over the ginger’s face. “You see, that I can’t tell.” He teased, causing Y/N to display an annoyed look. “Why start a conversation about him then?”

“You are too stubborn for your own good.” Fred pointed out. “But-“

Before Y/N was able to spite, she got interrupted by Fred. “As I was saying, before I got rudely interrupted by a certain someone-“

This time, it was Fred who got interrupted. “Rudely interrupted? Me?” Y/N asked, pointing to herself as she gave a displeased look towards the boy.

“George wanted me to give you this.” Said the ginger, ignoring Y/N’s glare.

Y/N took the small rolled parchment, examining it. “What’s this?” She asked, earning a groan.

“Quite obvious, isn’t it?” Fred pointed out.

The Slytherin sneered. “Geez I didn’t know you worked part-time as an owl Freddie. Where’s your wings though?” She teased.

The boy scoffed. “Owl? Me? If I were to be compared to a thing with wings, it definitely wouldn’t be an owl. You see, I’m an angel-“

“Angel?!” The girl said, unamused. “Well, you don’t look like one.”

“Why? Do I have to be naked to look like one?” Fred suggested, raising a brow. “Oh, Icestone. I don’t think my brother would be pleased to know that-“

Y/N scoffed in response, holding her hand out, motioning for the boy to stop. “Oh please. You’d probably look like hell.”

“Because I’m hot?”

“Because you look like a dump.” She teased before finally entering the dungeons and making her way towards her space. As she entered her room, she immediately laid with her stomach on her soft mattress to take the red ribbon off and open the piece of parchment.

I love you. - G.W

The Icestone scoffed, failing to hide the grin forming in her face. “That’s it?” She muttered in disbelief, shaking her head from left to right.

“That’s what?”

Startled by the voice, Y/N looked up to see Daphne. She shook her head in response. “Nothing. I didn’t notice you came in.”

The dark haired girl displayed a smirk. “Probably because you were too busy ogling over that note you got there. It’s probably from Weasley, isn’t it?”

Y/N nodded as a response, sitting up to properly face the girl. “Correct.”

“Huh” Daphne let out, shaking her head afterwards before pointing her finger towards the hand that held the note. “Whatever that is, don’t you think that...you don’t have to wait any longer to conclude your plan?” She suggested.

“Why not?” Icestone asked.

Daphne shrugged, making her way towards their shared vanity mirror to fix her hair. “I mean, he’s practically in love with you! Everyone in the school knows that! You even told me that he said it multiple times now. Breaking his heart now wouldn’t make much difference if you break his heart tomorrow.”

“Oh but Daphne...that’s the thing. It makes much more difference because it's going to make it linger. That way, he won’t get up easily. He won’t forget what he did to me.” Y/N explained, her reply causing Daphne to turn towards her with a serious expression.

“You’re lying.” Daphne pointed out. Y/N shot an offended look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m not stupid. I know you. I know you’re fueled with hatred, thus, the reason for your revenge plan going on but...you don’t want to end it now because you love him, don’t you?”

The Icestone heir scoffed, looking away. “I don’t love him-”

Daphne waved a hand, not believing any of her best friend’s excuses. “I guess you…” She trailed off. “I guess you want to have this thing going on for a while before...hmm.” The raven-haired girl suggested, stopping midway to not bring up the topic Y/N was pushing away for quite a while now.

Y/N sighed, her shoulders slumping before fully laying on her bed to face the ceiling. “Daphne, once again, you are right.” She admitted. “I just...wanna feel loved you know? I mean, for once in my life I want to experience what it feels like to be loved and to be in love with someone that overlooks...well, all of me. I don’t think I’ll experience this feeling after I finish my time in Hogwarts.”

Daphne laid beside the Icestone heir, mirroring her position. ”I get what you’re trying to say but don’t you think it will be less painful for you if you end this now? I mean, I’m sure this ‘linger’ thing that you’re trying to imply won’t only affect the Gryff. It will linger for you too.”

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Y/N sneaked herself out of the Slytherin common room after finding out from her fairy, Mira, that a certain Weasley twin was waiting for her outside. The happenings felt like Deja vu. Only this time, she had a different feeling. She was troubled.

“Cookie?” George offered, showcasing the bag of cookies he got from the Kitchens. Y/N groaned, crossing her arms over her chest. “I swear in Salazar’s name that if your cookies are raisins, I’m gonna feed you to the species outside the Slytherin common room.” She threatened, grabbing the bag.

The Gryffindor shivered. “Isn’t the Slytherin common room under the black lake? What if the giant squid eats me?!”

The girl merely shrugged, not paying attention to the boy as she struggled to open the bag. As she reached into her pocket to grab her wand, to no avail, she remembered not grabbing it from her nightstand before going out to meet George. So, she looked up at him, handing him the bag. “Can you open this?”

George grinned, picking it up from her hands to open it before placing it back on the girl’s hands. “I promise, I double-triple checked it this time! Those are chocolate chips, not raisins!” He reasoned, now unsure of his analysis.

In response, the Slytherin raised a brow, grabbing a piece of cookie from the bag to place it in her mouth. The second the flavor spread, she displayed a furrowed brow, glaring at the Gryffindor.

George let out a nervous laugh. “Well, I got you your cookies so I think I’m gonna go-”

“I’m just kidding! It is a chocolate chip. Thank you, Georgie!” Y/N beamed, grabbing another sweet. In response, the boy smiled from ear to ear, both his hands placing itself on the girl’s cheeks to pinch it.

“Hey! Get your hands off me, please. I am eating.” The girl complained, swatting the boy’s hands away. George let out a small laugh, fondly looking at his Slytherin.

The playful atmosphere suddenly became serious after Y/N pierced her cold-but-warm-like eyes towards the boy’s. “I hope I never found out that you’re someone else, George. Because I love you, just as you are.” She admitted.

The heart of the ginger leaped out in joy. “You do?”

Y/N gave him a nod. “I do.”

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Saturday evening, the Icestone heir was found at the leather couch in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin dungeons.

“Y/N.” A familiar voice softly called.

“Draco.” Y/N acknowledged, briefly glancing up to look at the 4th year.

“May I?” The boy asked, his eyes landing on the vacant spot beside the Icestone. The girl simply nodded in response before turning her attention back to the transfiguration homework in front of her. The boy awkwardly sat at the leather couch, hands clasped together on his lap as he turned his attention towards the girl who barely acknowledged his presence.

After a few minutes of silence, Draco awkwardly coughed, earning the attention of the Icestone, who raised a brow in anticipation. The blonde Slytherin ran his fingers through his hair, thoughts running everywhere in his head. Something was off with the Malfoy heir today. First he kindly approaches Y/N Icestone in the common room then asks to sit with her and now he goes and initiates a conversation to which he doesn’t seem like his usual confident and cheeky self.

“Look, about last summer…” He trailed off, grey eyes piercing Y/N’s.

Icestone closed her eyes for a few seconds before letting out a frustrated sigh. “Save it, Draco. I don’t really want to talk about it.” She muttered before shaking her head to shake off her thoughts.

“Are you...still with Weasley?” The blonde boy carefully asked.

Y/N’s face contorted into a sneer before finally closing her transfiguration book to fully turn her attention towards the Slytherin boy. “What’s it to you, anyways? We still have a couple of years.” She stated, slightly getting annoyed as she has to go through this conversation once again. That is, with a different person this time. Not to mention the Malfoy heir.

“I get it but are you aware?” He asked.

The sneer on the Icestone’s face was replaced by a look of confusion. “Aware of what?” She inquired.

“What he’s been doing to you.” Draco replied, his reply causing the girl to scoff and cross her arms. “Don’t tell me you know about that too.” She muttered, the thoughts she shook off earlier coming back now.

“I do. I heard them once.” Draco informed. “I’m sorry.”

What? Icestone looked at Malfoy with disbelief. Why is he suddenly acting so nice towards me? “Why are you acting weird?” She asked, half joking, half serious.

“I’m not acting weird.” Draco denied. “I just care for you.” He reasoned.

“All of a sudden?” Y/N seeked, still not convinced.

Draco gave a small nod, making eye contact with the girl to show that he was being sincere. “I’ve always cared about you. I knew longer than you think. That was why…” He paused for a moment to carefully think of his words. “That was why I kept on bothering you.”

“Oh...I didn’t notice. I thought that you just had fun annoying other people with your arrogant presence.” The girl teased, bumping her shoulder to the boy’s to lighten up the mood. Draco’s face contorted into a small sneer.

“But why?” Y/N asked. “Why not do something about it?”

“I don’t think I have a choice, do I?” He answered. Y/N hummed in response, nodding in agreement.

Malfoy broke the brief silence. “I guess...we should work it out as early as now, don’t you think? I’m kinda tired of always quarrelling with you.”

Y/N beamed in surprise, her eyes shrinking due to her lips curling. “Woah...who are you and what in Merlin's name did you do to Draco Malfoy?” She further teased, poking the arms of the blonde boy before bursting into laughter. Draco laughed with her.

The other Slytherins in the common room were surprised to hear Draco Malfoy laugh genuinely. It wasn’t like the evil annoying laugh that they heard when he went on to tease Harry Potter. What made them even more surprised was to see Y/N Icestone and Draco Malfoy finally getting along. Took them long enough.

But then again, a few of them, or rather those who were in Draco and Y/N’s circle of friends like the Greengrass sisters, Zabini, Parkinson, and Crabbe and Goyle, knew the reason why. At least they’d both be on good terms before Draco finishes school. Blaise, seated at one of the couches with Pansy, thought.

“So...friends?” Draco offered his hand in front of Y/N, his grey eyes hopeful. The girl’s soft hand met his, shaking it. Y/N nodded with a small friendly smile plastered around her face. “Friends.”

“How long did you know? About Weasley.” The boy inquired, curious as to why Y/N wasn’t doing anything about it when she could’ve hexed him or given the ginger a piece of her mind like she usually does when someone crosses her.

“Last year, a few days after Gryffindor beat your ass in the quidditch finals.” She replied with another teasing directed towards the blonde. “Hey!”

Icestone laughed at the boy’s offended look. “I mean, it’s not my fault you failed to catch the snitch right before Potter.” She added, once again poking Draco’s shoulders to tease him.

After she calmed down, her face displayed a small smile. Innocent but mischievous. “Hey, but don’t worry. I have a plan and I think you’ll love it.” Y/N announced with confidence.

Draco mirrored the look on her face. Well, not innocent but still, it was a mischievous look. “Well, in case you need any help. You know who to owl. Afterall, I am Draco Malfoy.”

“Oh please. Your name is just as powerful as mine.”

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Upon hearing the sound of light footsteps that belonged to a certain Slytherin, George stood up from the space that he was seated on, greeting his girlfriend with a wide grin as he held his arms open for a hug. “Y/N. You’re here.”

The Slytherin landed inside the Gryffindor's warm embrace, her cheeks planted on top of the ginger’s chest, where his heart was placed. “Well, you did tell me to meet you here.” Y/N said.

George nodded, looking down to face the girl. “Correct.” He muttered before breaking away their interconnected bodies to properly face her. Y/N had a blank expression plastered around her face but she was waiting in anticipation on what the Gryffindor would do next. Normally, there would be a picnic blanket under a basket of snacks on their usual spot where the stars are perfectly seen but the girl noticed that neither was present. There was no picnic blanket, no basket of snacks, and no stars. The sky was filled with grey clouds as if rain would be pouring soon.

Additionally, George looked more serious than he usually was. Something was up and Y/N had mixed feelings about it.

After a few more seconds of silence, the girl decided to speak. “Well...why?” She asked, doe-like eyes looking at the boy’s warm ones. But even the familiar warmth in the boy’s eyes was not in attendance. It was cloudy too. Clouded with trouble.

George sighed. “Because I have a confession to make.” He admitted.

The Icestone heir absentmindedly raised a brow because of the statement. She crossed her arms above her chest, resting her weight on one foot as she waited for the boy to continue. Her anticipation got stronger and stronger as time passed by.

George let out another sigh. “I love you.” He unsurely uttered, resulting in Y/N replying with a snort. “You told me that a thousand of times already-”

“But I lied.” The Gryffindor butted in.

The statement caused the Slytherin to stop in her tracks, her heart dropping to her stomach as nervousness consumed her. “What?” She inquired, now feeling very insecure and vulnerable.

“I said ‘I love you’ but I lied.” The ginger admitted. “I don’t love you. In fact, I don’t even like you.” He announced, nose scrunching up with a face of disgust as he examined the girl from her head to her toes. In response, the girl pushed the boy’s shoulders as hard as she could, backing away from his tall presence.

Y/N Icestone felt foreign and she didn’t like any of it. This was the first time that something like this ever happened to her because not once did she ever expect that some day in her life, the reason for her hurt would be from a Gryffindor boy.

“What are you saying?!” She demanded. She was furious, enraged, and heart broken. She thought that George loved her. She thought her plan was fool-proof. She thought she implemented her plan really well. How can George Weasley not fall in love with her, Y/N Icestone?

The ginger’s face contorted into a mischievous smirk, crossing his arms over his chest. “Fred? If you will.”

Suddenly, the other half of the Weasley twins came into the light, standing side by side with his brother as he mirrored his crossed arms position. The girl felt even more furious. She was being humiliated in front of two Gryffindors! Not only are they Gryffindors, but they’re the Weasley twins! News would spread so fast. What would people think of her now?

“What is he doing in here?!” She bellowed, both her fists clenching in anger.

The older twin scoffed before displaying a sneer. “You see, Icestone. You just got pranked.” He informed.

Tears started to gather in Y/N Icestone’s eyes. If it was possible, her heart sank deeper. She was feeling a lot of emotions and not one was a great feeling to experience. One thing for sure, right now, she was facing one of her greatest fears. Losing, failing, and disappointing herself.

“What?” She asked in disbelief, her voice hoarse from trying to keep the tears falling.

“You got pranked!” Fred happily howled before displaying a fake frown on his face. “You’re not deaf, aren’t you?”

The girl shocked her head, backing further away until her back hit one of the walls in the Astronomy tower. Her right hand reached the diamond that she wore around her neck, fidgeting with it to calm herself down. She avoided the twin’s eyes, blinking once, twice, thrice, four times, five times, to evaporate the tears away. She was struggling to accept the events that had been unfolding in front of her. “I don’t get what you’re-”

Y/N was cut off by Fred and George’s maniac laugh. “For an Icestone, you’re pretty stupid for your own good.” Fred pointed out. George nodded in agreement before giving the same examining look of disgust towards the Slytherin. “Shame. You do have a pretty face though.” He said.

Outside the Astronomy tower, thunder started growling. This can’t be happening. Y/N thought to herself. She still couldn’t believe that her initial plan to get George Weasley fall in love with her backfired and now she was the one heartbroken. But George. He told me he loved me. He showed me he loved me. How was that all just a lie?

With all the courage the Slytherin has left, she gathered her strength to pierce her eyes towards the taller ginger’s. “George-” She called out before getting cut-off once again.

“G-George-” The younger ginger mocked, laughing with his brother. “Can you believe this Fred? We really got the Y/N Icestone wrapped around my finger.”

George walked closer towards Y/N, the girl feeling smaller and smaller as the boy got closer and closer. The ginger stopped in front of her, looking down at her with fake sympathy. “Honestly, Icestone. Who could love you? You’re nothing but a girl walking around this school like you built this bloody castle all by yourself. You’re not like the queen that you think you are, Y/N Icestone. You’re the ice queen and nobody even likes you! Also, let’s be honest. If you didn’t carry your Icestone name, you’d be a nobody.”

Rain started pouring hard. “The only people who you can expect to love you are your parents! Oh wait, do they even pay attention to you? I heard pureblood fools like your parents go off and marry their daughters to some other pureblood bloke to get you off their hair!” Fred mocked, the twins cracking another manic laugh.

“How dare you! I thought- I thought you were different!” The girl cried out. Hot tears freeing themselves, free falling down the apples of her cheeks like the rain falling as the storm commences.

“Y/N? Y/N!” Daphne, who had a worried look on her face, looked down at the girl as she laid on her bed, tears all over her face. The Icestone heir sat up, shock spreading all over her body as she realized that none of the events were true and that all was just a bad dream. A very bad dream.

The back of Daphne’s hand found its way to Y/N’s forehead, checking her temperature. When her diagnosis told her that the girl wasn’t sick, she sat beside Y/N before wiping the fallen tears of her best friend using her thumbs. “Are you okay? I heard you screaming.” Daphne asked, her eyes glossy as it is still full of sleep.

“It was a dream…” Y/N muttered to herself, shaking her head before running her hands through her disheveled hair. The raven-haired girl merely nodded, grabbing to hold Y/N’s hand. “A bad one, it seems. Do you want to talk about it?”

Y/N shook her head in response. “Maybe tomorrow. Sorry for the disturbance. You can go back to sleep, Daph. I promise, I’m okay.” She convinced both herself and her best friend. Daphne gave her a hug before heading back to her own bed, sleep immediately consuming her back.

“You’re getting a taste of your own medicine, Weasley. I’m gonna make your rain fall.” Y/N thought to herself.

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Monday evening came and a certain ginger was found moping as if he was a toddler whose privilege of eating candy was taken away. George didn’t see his Slytherin the whole day. They didn’t share classes so the chances of seeing her was slim but the fact that he didn’t see her in the Great hall for breakfast, lunch, nor dinner was worrying him to the point that he attempted to visit the Slytherin dungeons. If it weren’t for the Potions master talking to Gryffindor’s head of the house, he would have been able to sneak himself around that area. But he had no luck.

Midnight almost came and he waited at the astronomy tower for hours, expecting the girl to show up to make it up to him. But then again, he had no luck. There was no sign of Y/N Icestone anywhere. He tried to count the stars, count his freckles, count the trees of the forbidden forest, and count whatever he could count just to make time pass as he continued to wait for Y/N. However, he gave up when he saw that the sky was getting clearer and clearer as the sun was about to rise.

When sleep-deprived George came back to the Gryffindor tower to get ready for the day’s breakfast, he noticed a deep red withered rose sitting on top of his bed. If it weren’t for the familiar black envelope with silver writings, he would’ve thought that someone was threatening him. But no, he knew it was from the girl he was dying to see all day. Everyday.

She must have sent it last night to give notice that she wouldn’t meet me at the tower. Too bad that the rose is withered already. He thought.

With anticipation, George examined the withered rose, frowning for letting it wither before putting it down to grab the black envelope. Slowly and carefully, he opened the expensive paper, reading the note.

Roses are red, violets are blue;

When I said I loved you, none of it was true.

Guess what, player? You have been played, too.

Icestone

A second after George read the little poem written, he felt the familiar sticky white cream thrown all over his face.

End of Chapter 7

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Author’s note: I’m back! I apologize for being M.I.A. I got caught up with life but I’m back now!

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phynali · 3 years ago

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so not to ruminate on things that vex me, but the past 2 or so months have been kinda shit, and i’m trucking along and there absolutely are high points and good things and joys that balance some of this out, but i need to vent out some of the negative emotions somewhere to get ‘em out. so i guess i’m doing that here because -

we’re in lockdown#6 where i live (state of victoria) and it’s hard, this yo-yo of restrictions and swinging in and out of one lockdown after another.

for those who understandably won’t know, what we call lockdown here means not just restaurant and commercial closures and mandatory working from home unless you’re in an industry where that’s impossible -- it also means no guests (0) inside you’re home unless you’re both living alone and single or else romantic partners, it means not leaving your home at all except for one of 4-5 necessary reasons, not being outside for more than 2hrs per day even to exercise, and not going more than 5km from your home unless required for work/medical/etc required reasons.

it’s intense. we spent (i think) 128 days in this degree of lockdown in 2020, never mind how many we spent in other forms of restrictions and working from home. and we’ve been back in it four (4) times in 2021 already. in-out-in-out-in-out -

it’s taking a toll on the mental health of every person i know. we get weekly emails with wellbeing and resilience tips from my job -- not just “be productive or else” capitalism but heartfelt ones from wellbeing officers with copies of articles like this one on languishing from the NYT, acknowledging we’re all struggling and directing us to the plethora of wellbeing resources our workplace is trying to provide, not only to us but reminding us they offer it to our families too.

i’m one of the lucky ones. i’m really not trying to wallow here or to pretend otherwise. i appreciate that i can work from home, even though i can’t focus when i do and it this interacts with my adhd to fuck my productivity. even if i’m so behind and delayed it feels like i’ve lost 12-18 months worth of work and it will have long-term ramifications on my career -- even so, i still i have a job. i still get paid. and i even kept my job, a bit by the skin of my teeth but i did, when my sector downsized last year. yes, the way my employer went about lay offs left a bad taste in everyone’s mouth (my own included), but i made it through.

and my sector, while affected, is by no means the worst of the collateral damage.

the yo-yo of lockdowns is taking a very very real toll on industries like hospitality, tourism, commerce. and the economy does have indirect effects on health and mental health as well. my friend, a waitress, was on her way to work the evening shift at a restaurant when she got the call about the latest lockdown. she had to turn around and go home because the announcement came just hours before the lockdown was imposed, and every place suddenly had to close by 8pm. bye bye evening shift. so much of the government support for these industries has dried up, has been inadequate.

lockdowns save lives. i don’t begrudge my state for imposing one except that yes -- i’m resentful we’re here again with only six cases. i can be both accepting and grateful and also pissed and tired and more all at once.

even more than the latest lockdown, i’m pissed about the yo-yo. that we went into lockdown in june, came out in july, went back in in july, came back out in july, are going back in now, in the first week of august. three lockdown/re-openings in 10 weeks, as if this rollercoaster doesn’t completely incapacitate our ability to plan or prepare for anything more than a week out, more than a day out -- in this case, more than a few hours out. 4pm the lockdown was announced, with an 8pm start time. as if that doesn’t have more insidious consequences on individuals and industries than a more clearly articulated and consistent approach. as if all the restaurants that got to open up this week didn’t purchase large food orders for this weekend that will spoil because they were given 4 hours notice to close their doors.

that’s the part i hate, right now more than the lockdowns themselves. consumer sentiment was at a high in april, optimism was everywhere. people felt good, and like we had a plan forward. now -- well, now my job is sending me emails about how normal and okay it is that i might be ‘languishing’ because aren’t we all?

and i absolutely do begrudge my federal government, and i’m angry with them, and this is part of why:

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but i also accept, to some extent, that these decisions have all been made in difficult circumstances, and i’m not really about to pretend i could do any better.

at the same time, australia’s vaccine rollout is among the slowest and lowest at least within OECD countries. i know that’s partly because we’ve managed the keep cases low and therefore we are prioritized less when it comes to who needs the vaccines most (and thus who is earlier in line to be able to purchase) among other geo-political reasons i won’t get into, but it still very much sucks. our timeline and ability to move forward and ability to stop having lockdowns requires a mostly-vaccinated population, and that’s not something we’ll have anytime soon.

and i am a visa-holder here and my family is back in canada and with our current border restrictions leaving to visit is honestly is not an option because i wouldn’t be able to return, to work. i’m managing that distance okay most of the time despite my homesickness and frustration but my partner’s parents are older and his mother’s health just isn’t amazing and it’s weighing on him a lot.

a phd student i work with just had a parent die in another country while stuck here, had to drop everything to return, is devastated by not being by their parent’s side when it happened because it came on sudden, and now won’t be able to come back into australia after, will have to finish their thesis remotely from abroad. stories like that are becoming commonplace in certain circles, here. this student is not the first or only person i know who has been in that exact situation in the past year.

it’s enraging, and upsetting, and instills a sense of helplessness because -- there’s nothing that can really be done about it. there’s no good answer, but it’s scary to think of what could happen. i know it scares my husband. if his mother’s health suddenly dips -- does he drop everything and leave? how can he not? would i go with him or hold the fort here? what ramifications does that have either way?

right now, we’re in the first stages of getting permanent residency, my job is putting in the nomination, and this is one of those awesome high-points i mentioned. it’s a very much needed sense of security in my career and my future in this country. but while a PR application is pending and under review, you can’t leave the country, even in pre-covid times. it takes months to get the application fully nominated, accepted, then submitted, and months on months to process.

in january 2020 we had agreed that for xmas 2020 we’d return home to canada. obviously the world changed and we quickly determined that wouldn’t be the case. we pushed that plan back to july-aug 2021, then to october 2021, xmas 2021. my partner’s sister asked him last week if we started making plans, booking things for xmas, was calling to check that we’d had our second jabs. he had to explain the situation to her, that we aren’t even eligible for our first vaccine yet, that we aren’t holding out any real hope of visiting, not this year, not until mid-next.

anyway - i’m just. languishing, i guess, if that’s the word for it after all. i know it’s not the same as depression -- i’ve had episodes of that, been treated for it in different ways. this is and feels different, even if there are obvious similarities. whatever to call it, it sucks, and i hate it. and i hate the other lows and anxieties and crap i’ve been dealing with in the past few months as well that didn’t make it into this post about covid. crap with work, with friends, with goddamn car rentals of all stupid things. crap that’s making me anxious and crap that just needs processing. crap that is, ultimately, massively exacerbated because lockdowns turn us into little rats gnawing on the bars of our cages.

and i guess i just needed to talk about it somewhere, to organize my thoughts and free up some headspace (emotion space?) currently being used to hold these thoughts and feelings in place. i kind of hate posting personal crap like this and always get the urge to delete but i also have a hard time organising my thoughts if i don’t write them out with this intent to post. sort of want to go outside and scream at god, sort of want to phone up a friend and yell at him for an hour for being an exhausting ass, sort of want to be alone for a day to curl up under a blanket with a movie that’ll make me cry because raging at the universe is always so much easier when i’m alone and unobserved. but i guess since those aren’t especially kind or feasible i’ll post this instead.

anyway - if you read to the end of this for any reason, i’m not trying to be maudlin, and there’s really no need to respond. it’s just a feelings dump, sucking some of the poison out, not really much different than journalling but i’ve always been better at that online than on paper.

#ugh #personal post #just organising thoughts and bitching about present circumstances #because i'm tired of 2021's bullshit and needed to vent a bit #gpoy

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belliesandburps · 4 years ago

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(Commission) Tiny Training Accident (Hakari Accidental Vore)

This is a commissioned piece I wrote up for my pal @pspmaniac818 which features his OC, Chris Invicta, getting into a rough spot with my OC, Aidan, when the two are accidentally swallowed by my main OC, Hakari, in what has to be the mos ill-advised “shrunken training session“ a person could conjure. :P

Hakari didn't mind assisting his friends out in any way he could. However, sometimes, his friends asked him to do things that just made ZERO sense whatsoever. For example, Hakari could understand if Chris and Aidan needed a place to train. After all, both young men were fighters through and through. He could also understand that they may need someone to keep an eye out if Chris was going to use his ability to shrink both himself and Aidan while they trained in “tiny mode,” as Aidan so delicately put it.

But WHY then...did the two need to train in Hakari's mouth...? How often did Chris expect to face off against an enemy whilst being consumed by another enemy? Because right at this very moment, the young Saurian ninja was standing in the middle of his living quarters with his face-mask pulled down to reveal his soft, youthful face and scale-covered cheeks, with his fang-filled mouth nervously being held wide open as a shrunken Chris and a shrunken Aidan sparred atop Hakari's tongue.

Hakari was dumbfounded, but Chris was keen to remind him that such oddities DID occur. After all, it wasn't too long ago that Chris had swallowed a micro-assassin and Hakari himself had to duke it out from inside of Chris' stomach with the fiend. But honestly, what were the odds of something like THAT ever happening again?

Well, in Chris' case...a lot more likely than one would ever imagine...

Inside of Hakari's open mouth, Chris and Aidan sparred relentlessly. Chris jumped back (as best he could) atop the spongy tongue of the reptilian ninja and held up his arms in defense as Aidan bum-rushed him and delivered a flurry of punches, all of which Chris managed to block. “Ha! That all you g-EAAAAGH?!” Chris' cocky teasing was cut short when Aidan grappled Chris and slammed him to the 'floor', which, in this case, was Hakari's tongue. The young ninja grimaced while keeping his mouth held open as he salivated a little bit more upon getting more of a taste of Chris' body. All that battling it out was making both young men incredibly sweaty, causing their salty yet not unpleasant flavor to stimulate Hakari's taste buds.

Instinctively, his body was telling him to swallow then and there, but the young Saurian resisted and kept his mouth held open. He hated to admit it, but his friends tasted oddly delicious...

Aidan grinned cockily down at Chris, baring his own mouth full of fangs as smoke spewed from the corners of his mouth. “Ya oughta watch yer footin' there, punk,” Aidan teased, pressing his boot down on Chris' chest. Chris could feel Aidan's toes curl up as his foot compressed against his pectorals and ground ever so slightly. The sweaty Ignis mage smirked at Chris and added, “Bet'cha wish I didn't have this boot on right now, huh, ya kinky fucker...”

Chris blushed a little, his many fetishes absolutely no secret to Aidan (or Hakari, despite the latter's discomfort). But it didn't stop him from grinning right back at Aidan and adding, “And YOU always forget to not let your guard down, tough guy...”

Aidan wasn't sure what Chris meant, until the invulnerable young man brought his legs up and kicked Aidan's back, making him stumble forward while Chris rolled back up to his feet and wrapped his arms around Aidan for a firm bearhug. Despite Aidan being visibly toned, Chris' power and his constant training had given him some considerable muscle mass. In fact, even Hakari had noted that Chris was looking a lot buffer than he used to look when they'd first met one another on the job.

And Aidan? Well, let's just say he knew first hand how Chris' body had toned up. Not that he'd ever admit it, since it would imply Chris was starting to get stronger than he was. And as both Hakari and Chris knew full well, Aidan wasn't the type to ever admit anyone was superior to him in any way.

As the two continued wrestling inside of Hakari's mouth, Hakari found himself salivating even more, drooling more heavily around the two shrunken fighters and causing their “training grounds” to grow more slippery. He really didn't mean to be doing that. But their battering around inside of his mouth was practically lathering the ninja's taste buds with their salty (and smoky, in Aidan's case) flavor. He almost whimpered to himself as he tried desperately not to swallow them down.

Aidan's hand became engulfed in flames as he punched Chris right in the dome. The firepunch was enough to make Chris break his grip, even if the fire itself had no effect on his body. Chris charged again, but Aidan sweep-kicked Chris' legs as he advanced, causing him to trip near the front of Hakari's open mouth. With Aidan near the back, the young pyromancer grinned wickedly as both hands became engulfed in flames.

“NOW yer in for it, tough guy...”

And with those last words, Aidan began firing a flurry of fireballs at Chris, who managed to evade each one.

Hakari's eyes bugged out of his head as tiny fireballs shot out of his mouth. Fortunately, due to Aidan's size, the flaming projectiles were tiny and thus, were blown out long before they could hit the walls. Didn't make the action any less unnerving for Hakari. “Careful, Aidan...!!” Hakari mumbled as best he could with his mouth hanging open like that.

But Aidan just snorted and said, “Stop bein' such a baby, lizard-boy!”

The ninja sputtered indignantly but held his tongue (literally). He'd learned very early on that the spitfire mage was not someone keen on being especially respectful to most people. To quote Nara, Aidan was, in her own words, 'a flaming dick'.

Speaking of Nara, the leading mercenary swung the door open and sauntered up to her friend with an amused grin.

“Yo! How's tiny-trainin' goin'?” Nara asked, walking right up to Hakari and slapping him on the back as she casually passed by him.

This...was a mistake...

Because the instant Nara slapped his back, Hakari stumbled forward slightly and the force of that stumble made both Chris and Aidan, who were once again in a grapple-hold, fall backwards to the back of Hakari's mouth.

“Gah! What the hell-?!” Aidan shouted, trying to pry himself up from out of Hakari's throat.

But Chris had a different look on his face. He simply had a dull look and muttered, “...Ahhhhh crap...”

He'd been down this road before, he knew exactly what was coming next. And poor Hakari; despite trying so desperately to avoid giving in to his inherently predatory instincts, once he had those two in the back of his mouth...?

*GLLUUUULLK!*

Hakari couldn't help but gulp heartily, causing both Chris and Aidan to be pulled down from the back of his mouth and through his gullet. Both young men were pinned together as the fleshy, rubbery throat muscles pulsated around them, pushing them further and further down Hakari's throat. Going down a throat was a tight fit as is, but bunched together in the process like that was even worse, especially for Aidan. The pyromancer growled and thrashed against Chris as the throat itself, baring his fangs as he shouted, “Gah! Watch it, punk!”

Chris rolled his eyes and muttered, “Little hard to do that from where I'm at, don'tcha think...?” He didn't say it, but there was an implied 'dumbass' at the end of his sentence.

Outside, there was a sizable lump pushing down from Hakari's slender, black spandex-concealed throat. It was the size of an orange sliding down his neck slowly while Hakari clenched his eyes shut and bared his fangs, really working his friends down his gullet. He rested his fingers against the lump, feeling it pass down his throat and almost pushing into it to really guide them down as his head lurched forward and he gulped thickly yet again, causing a trail of saliva to trickle down his chin.

As he felt the two slide further and further down, he thumped his armor-clad chest to help work them past his collarbone.

Inside, Chris could feel a loud, rhythmic thumping reverberate all around him. At first, he thought it was the young ninja thumping his chest. But he quickly deduced that it was, in fact, Hakari's heartbeat, rhythmically beating at an accelerated rate all. The way it thumped almost felt comforting to Chris for a moment, but that comfort was short-lived when he and Aidan squeezed past the esophagus and slowly squeezed past the thick, rubbery entrance to Hakari's stomach.

The sour stench of the young snake-man's innards hit both Chris and Aidan like a dump truck, and smelled about as pleasant. Chris grimaced with Aidan hacked with disgust, though Ignis were used to deeply unpleasant smells, due to their over-exposure to brimstone and sulfur. Didn't make the innards smell any better for him though. The two were worked further and further down until, with one last especially hearty...

*GLUUUUUUOOOLLP!!!*

...Hakari had successfully swallowed both of his friends down. That lump finally squeezed past his athletic chest and collarbone, and both Chris and Aidan unceremoniously plopped into Hakari's stomach. The Saurian teenager gasped heartily, drool trickling from his mouth as he huffed and caught his breath.

“Graahhh...haaaaaah...” Hakari huffed with relief, using his forearm to wipe his mouth clean and lick his fangs. He stood there, panting and catching his breath after such an endeavor to work those two down.

But as he caught his breath, it sloooooowly dawned on him as to what he'd just done. Slowly but surely, his inverted eyes began to widen with realization and steady horror. And once it finally clicked...?

…

“GAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!” Hakari cried out in horror, startling the passing Nara, who immediately turned to see Hakari rushing up to her with a look of abject, petrified terror on his youthful, slightly scaly face.

“Jeez, dude! What the hell's wrong with-”

“-N-Nara...!! I-I just...I ATE CHRIS AND AIDAN!!!” Hakari cried out in a comically panicked manner as he rushed to Nara like a panicked child rushing to their parent.

Nara blinked with surprise and said, “Ya did?”

All Hakari could do was nod shakily in an anxious and scared manner.

But then, the mercenary grinned and added, “That's awesome!” She even knelt down and poked the young ninja in his tight, body-suit concealed abs and asked, “How're ya likin' it in there, boys?”

Hakari's panicked expression was frozen in place, as was the rest of Hakari's body. Even though he still looked panicked, he added, in a much more deadpanned manner, “...I don't think you fully appreciate the gravity of the situation...”

Inside of Hakari's stomach, both Chris and Aidan steadily pushed themselves up and took in their warm, stinking surroundings. It was dark inside of Hakari's stomach, with everything around the two young men feeling really damp and slimy. The stomach lining all around them gurgled and groaned idly, with something dripping down from the 'walls' all around them. There was a soft pulsation all around the two, from the idle burbling of Hakari's stressed organ.

Chris looked around and sighed to himself, muttering, “There has to be a record for this sorta thing happening to a single person...”

The two were startled somewhat they felt the stomach constrict itself and heard Hakari's bellowing voice call out to them. “A-Are you two all right?!” Hakari shouted in a very panicked tone of voice.

Despite himself, Chris smiled and gently pat the front of the stomach lining where he could sense Hakari grasping and leaning down to check on his friends. “Relax, dude, we're just fine in here,” Chris assured the young, anxious ninja.

But Aidan scoffed dismissively and tried in vein to wipe himself down of the slime that had globbed over his bare body. “Speak fer yerself, punk. Told'ja trainin' in lizard lips' mouth was a stupid fuckin' idea...”

“Oh, quit your bellyaching,” Chris responded back with a roll of his eyes, adding, “With the amount of other mages and bad guys who can shrink you down'n gobble you up, this is good practice.”

“This only happened ONE other time, fucker. And ya know full fuckin' well who gulped me down the first time, don'tcha,” Aidan snarled.

At that, Chris' smirk turned more impish as he slowly licked his lips and said, “To be fair, you DO have a real smoky flavor...”

Aidan's hand went ablaze as he balled his hand into a fist and said, “I swear, one'uh these days, I'mma find a way to light yer ass on fire...”

“Well, we know ONE way you can do that,” Chris responded in a slightly suggestive manner.

Aidan snorted and waved the fire from his hand away, causing smoke to spew around him as he said, “Kinky fucker...” He brushed past Chris and started banging on the stomach lining up front, making Hakari's belly gurgle around them. “Yo! Lizard-boy! Get us the fuck outta here already! It fuckin' stinks in here!”

The banging caused a sudden hiccup to erupt from the Saurian.

Outside, Hakari blushed and covered his mouth, nodding nervously as one hand rested gently against his stomach in a protective manner.

He was deeply relieved to know that his friends were okay. He knew Chris was invulnerable to this sort of thing, and that Aidan has resistance to extreme heats, to the point where he may as well have been immune to digestion. But still, the thought of his friends trapped in his stomach made him an anxious wreck. He didn't know if they could suffocate and didn't want to chance it.

It caused so much anxiety that Hakari's stomach felt like it was tying itself into a knot, which only made it gurgle heavily all around Chris and Aidan, making them both stumble back. Hakari huffed in a breathless manner and paced around nervously while Nara looked on. “H-How am I gonna get them out...?” Hakari muttered softly and anxiously to himself.

Nara simply shrugged and said, “How'd ya get yer prey out normally?” Hakari glanced back at her with confusion as Nara went on. “Ya always used to say that, when ya had to interrogate bad guys, you'd go full snake-boy mode'n swallow them whole to make them think you'd digest them until they cracked, right? How'd ya let 'em out then?”

Hakari thought for a moment, drumming his fingers against his abs in thought. “...W-Well, I used my gag reflex to regurgitate them back up, which, frankly, was never pleasant. But it was different then. They weren't shrunken, so they filled up my stomach a lot more, which made it much easier; albeit more painful, to push them back up. But Chris and Aidan are so small that I don't even think I could push them up...tch, I KNEW this was a bad idea...”

Nara rolled her eyes as Hakari's nervousness once again kicked in. It never failed to be adorable to her the way this stoic young ninja turned into such an anxious mess so quickly sometimes. She walked up behind Hakari and gently patted him on the back and said, “Chill, snake-eyes. If anything, that oughta make it EASIER to cough Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dipshit back up.”

Hakari blinked and was about to open his mouth, but-

“-The second one was Aidan,” both Nara AND Chris said in unison, which seemed to answer Hakari's question and enrage Aidan at the same time.

“H-Hey! Fuck you punks!” Aidan snarled, which Nara could hear over Hakari's turbulent tummy, which made her snicker.

Still, Hakari didn't look especially comforted or confident. “Okay, but then, HOW do I get them out if they can't be worked up normally...?”

“Easy! Just burp 'em up,” Nara replied in a shockingly casual manner.

Hakari glared at her with a deadpanned look in his eyes. “...Nara, please be serious-”

“-I AM bein' serious. If they're so small, all ya gotta do is push out a big one and that oughta lift those two up'n outta yer gut like nothin',” Nara explained.

“Actually, she's right,” Chris explained, causing Hakari to glance down at his stomach again. “Every time I swallow one'uh my pals, I usually just let out a HUGE burp and they go flying outta my gut and out to safety, easy peasey!”

Again, Hakari blinked to himself and added, “...How many times have you done this...?”

“Who cares, ya scaly nerd? Just get burpin' so I can shower already, fuck!” Aidan growled out.

...Hakari was starting to see why Nara referred to Aidan as “Tweedle Dipshit” right about now...

But still, there was this apprehensive look on Hakari's face. “...I-If I'm going to do that, can I, umm...have some privacy, please...? I'd rather you not hear me being so gross...”

Nara stared at Hakari with a bored look on her face.

“...Dude, it's ME. I guarantee I can top anything you let out, so stop bein' so prissy for once'n just relax'n let loose,” Nara said.

Hakari blushed at being called 'prissy' and turned away with a soft, almost petulant grumbling under his breath. But, nonetheless, he had a job to do. So, he nodded and took a breath, kneading his fingers into his tight, concave stomach to try and work something up. He opened his mouth expectingly and nervously, trying to work something up.

Nothing came out.

In unison, Nara, Chris and Aidan all had the same response. “Seriously...?”

“I-I'm trying! I don't know how to do this sort of thing on command!” Hakari replied defensively with a light blush on his scaly cheeks, adding, “It's not like they were especially filling that my stomach has any excess pressure, n-no offense, guys...”

Chris snickered to himself and shook his head. Despite the situation, it was genuinely adorable how 'pure' his Saurian friend was. Those ninjas must've hammered good manners into Hakari's brain whether he liked it or not. So, Chris pat the stomach lining in front of him gently and spoke up in a loud and concise voice to ensure Hakari could hear him.

“It's alright, man. I guess it's hard to explain but the best way I can describe it is, you gotta sorta swallow air into your stomach, like use the back'uh your throat to do it.”

To demonstrate his point, Chris held up his finger and gulped down some air while his gullet rumbled. Once he'd taken in enough, Chris thumped his broad chest and let out a pretty loud belch.

“Ah, see? Nothing to it!”

Aidan scoffed dismissively, muttering, “Pussy...”

Whether that was addressed to Hakari or Chris was anyone's guess.

Still, Hakari nodded and tried to follow Chris' advice. He tried to swallow air, having a hard go at it, but Chris called out, “Make sure you feel a weird gurgle in your throat when you do. That's how you know you're doing it right!” Hakari nodded, even though Chris couldn't see him, and continued sucking down air in a way that didn't quite look right. More like a fish bobbing its mouth in and out for air.

But eventually, he got it down, and there was a rhythmic throbbing in Hakari's throat as he managed to gulp down some air. Chris and Aidan could feel Hakari's stomach lining tense and gurgle all around them as he took in more air.

“Atta boy,” Chris assured him as Hakari continued taking in more air.

Hakari could feel his belly expand ever so slightly with the influx of oxygen. It was a dull ache, but told him that he was doing something right. And once he'd felt his stomach take in as much as he could gulp down, Hakari's hand clenched his gut tightly and his mouth lurched open in the form of a pretty deep burp.

“BRRAAAAAUUUUUURRRPH!!!”

It rumbled out of Hakari for just over two seconds and had some decent rumble and volume to it. When it ended, Hakari blushed and covered his mouth, immediately excusing himself in an embarrassed tone of voice, even though a burp was exactly the rest they wanted. Unfortunately, it wasn't the ONLY result Hakari was hoping for.

“Pfft, weakass,” Aidan groaned in an unimpressed tone of voice, adding, “Even Invicta could get a bigger one than that, ya lil lizard brain! C'mon!”

“Not helpful, asshole,” Chris chimed in, nudging Aidan back.

But eventually, Nara rolled her eyes and headed back back to the cooler and returned with a few 2 Liter bottles of soda. “'Kay, this is embarrassing, dude. Just, here,” Nara insisted as she handed Hakari a soda bottle. “Chug that as hard as ya can. The soda oughta do the rest.”

“...I'm, w-well, not the biggest soda drinker-”

“-Just chug or I'mma fill yer belly with fire and smoke us out myself, ya hear me?!” Aidan shouted impatiently.

Hakari yelped nervously and immediately wasted no time unscrewing the bottle and bringing the soda right to his lips. He dipped his head back and proceeded to chug heartily. Hakari's face tightened with discomfort. He liked sweets as much as the next person, but he always preferred a soothing tea to an excessively sugary soda.

Nonetheless, the bubbly liquids poured down his gullet, causing his slender throat to bob in and out rapidly as he sucked the beverage down with reluctant gusto.

Inside, Chris and Aidan's confines were suddenly overcome with a flood of sugary, bubbly water that spilled out from the esophagus and pooled into the bottom of Hakari's stomach. It rained down on the two young men, causing their bodies to become wet with a combination of soda and stomach juices. All around them, Hakari's belly gurgled and bubbled intensely from such an influx of carbonation all at once. The stomach lining itself seemed to expand somewhat from the gas being produced by the soda.

“Well, this oughta be fun,” Chris said in a slightly dejected yet also amused sort of tone. Again, he'd been down this road maaaany times before...on both sides of the voracious spectrum really...

Hakari grimaced when enough soda went down. He TRULY wasn't a fan of the stuff or the feeling of having so much carbonation festering in his belly all at once, which he could feel had become just slightly bloated from the beverages carbonated emissions.

He promptly pulled the bottle away from his lips and gasped breathlessly...then almost immediately unleashed a HUGE burp.

“BRAAAAAAAUUUUUURRRRAAAAAAPH!!!!!!!”

The poor young ninja lurched in an embarrassingly uncouth manner as that deep, bellowing eruption blasted past his soft lips for a good few seconds straight. Inside, Chris and Aidan felt their confines get rattled about from the force of that expulsion of carbon dioxide all being rushed out from the stomach at once. It caused the stomach lining to quiver and gurgle intensely as it sank into itself. However, both young shrunken fighters were still stuck within the ninjas stomach.

Hakari blushed profusely when it ended, while Nara snickered and gave the ninja a thumbs up. He was about to excuse himself, but there was so much pressure in his tight stomach that the instant that wall-rattler had expelled from his bowels, that the second Hakari opened his mouth, he paused, grabbed his belly and let loose another titanic belch. And with it, no shrunken friends came flying out of his gaping, fang-filled maw.

Poor Hakari was an embarrassed mess, who promptly covered his mouth and felt his cheeks burning so bright that he was certain they were going to spontaneously combust.

“...E-Excuse me...” Hakari mumbled in a deeply embarrassed manner, hoping to the stars above that no one outside of his quarters could hear him.

But Nara just laughed and said, “Hahaha, damn, snake-eyes! For a dude so damn uptight'n well-mannered, you can really belt 'em out, can'tcha!” She gave him a hearty pat on the back, which just caused Hakari to hiccup from the pat and blush anew.

But inside, Aidan was far less impressed. “Tch, weakass. Even Chris 'ere could let out bigger ones than that!” Aidan shouted.

Chris shrugged and smirked. “I mean, you're not WRONG,” he said in an innocuous matter of fact tone of voice, patting his stomach with pride. But then he looked up and added, “That wasn't too bad, but it wasn't big enough, man. Think we're gonna have to lend you a hand there!” Chris called out so Hakari could hear him.

The ninja looked down at his stomach nervously, hugging it protectively. “...H-How...?”

Aidan grinned wickedly as he marched up to the front of Hakari's stomach alongside Chris. “Shall we?” He asked, baring his fangs with ill-intent.

Chris rolled his eyes at Aidan's grin then muttered, “...Sorry in advance, dude...” up to Hakari.

Then, without warning, Aidan POUNDED the stomach lining alongside Chris with enough force to cause it to quiver and ripple around intensely. The impact was so great that Hakari felt his abs jostle just EVER so slightly from the strength of Chris' abilities and Aidan's natural strength and speed. Hakari lurched for a moment with one hand wrapped around his stomach and the other clamped against his mouth. But that hand was soon blown back as a massive, guttural belch expelled from Hakari's mouth...

“HOOOOOOOUUUURRRRRAAAAAUUUUUUURRR-BLAAAAAAAAUUUUUUURRRRRRRUUUUUUPH!!!!!!!!!!!”

It was one of the most powerful and bellowing eructations Hakari was pretty sure he'd ever let out. The decidedly un-ninja-like sound exploded from past his lips with such force that a few strands of saliva splattered from his maw. Nara whistled, clearly impressed while Hakari gasped breathlessly and slumped forward, drooling slightly and hating every second of this...

Even more so considering the fact that the two STILL weren't released from his stomach.

“...This is...the last time I ever...uurrrOoOoOorRrrp...guh, pardon...I ever train with you two again...” Hakari groaned while his stomach churned deeply. He grimaced and burped again, too sickly to even blush properly (though he DID at least excuse himself again).

Again, Aidan scoffed at how unimpressed he was at the ninjas “gastric talents,” while Chris smiled a bit apologetically but kept throttling the front of Hakari's stomach alongside Aidan. Their confines gurgled and churned ominously, bubbling intensely from their rough treatment. Again, they felt it rattle with another lengthy belch from the outside and folding into itself with a deep glorp in response to Hakari slumping with each expulsion.

But then...

*GWUUUOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRBL!!*

There was an especially ominous burbling that erupted from deep within Hakari's stomach. This was enough to stop both Chris and Aidan from battering away and take in their surroundings a bit cautiously.

“...That mean it's workin'...?” Aidan asked.

Chris' face soured somewhat. “...Unfortunately...yeah, I think so...”

Outside, Hakari groaned and held a hand over his mouth and groggily mumbled, “Urgh...I don't...I don't feel so good...”

Even Nara cringed a bit when she heard an especially intense churning erupt from the ninja's overly abused belly. Hakari's scaly cheeks were a copper color, yet, with that churn, his face seemed to go green. He lurched for a moment and went wide-eyed, when suddenly, his stomach hitched heavily; like the organ itself had bounced in his body. Hakari muffled what sounded like a really wet and deep burp, but looked even sicker after that.

“...O-Oh Gods...” was all Hakari could say before he slumped down and wretched onto the floor.

Nara grimaced with disgust and disgustedly declared, “Uuuuugh...party foul, dude...!”

Hakari threw up violently, heaving again as more bile expelled from his drooling mouth. Until eventually, he was so exhausted, he slumped onto the ground, one hand supporting him against the floor and the other wrapped around his aching belly.

When it finally stopped spewing out of him, Hakari whimpered breathlessly, tearing up somewhat from the deeply unpleasant feeling of having his empty stomach emptied even more from that onslaught. But not before checking in the sick and, to something resembling relief, finding Chris and Aidan desperately in need of a shower, but no worse for the ware.

“...That was so fuckin' gross...” Aidan growled in disgust as he tried in vein to wipe himself clean.

“...Seriously,” Chris chimed in with agreement, but nonetheless looked up at Hakari and asked, “...You okay, man?”

Hakari nodded weakly but cringed in pain. Nara had seen far worse, in truth, so she knelt down and smiled sympathetically at the ninja, gently rubbing his back while he suppressed the urge to whimper like a hurt puppy. The night had been more than embarrassing enough for him.

“...N-Never...ever again...” was all Hakari could manage whilst trying to catch his breath.

“...Yeaaah, that's fair,” Chris said.

“Y'know what else is fair?” Nara chimed in, adding, “You two bozos cleanin' this mess up.”

“...Ah fuck,” Aidan mumbled but didn't argue for once...

“Don't whine,” Chris chimed in.

“Hey, fuck you, I didn't whine, ya lil jerkoff!” Aidan snapped, earning a roll of the eyes from both Chris and Nara. Hakari probably would've joined them, but with how sensitive his stomach was after being sick, he was worried rolling his eyes might make him dizzy and, thus, sick all over again.

Fortunately, the outpost had a few spare living quarters and Nara had given Chris and Aidan their own space. So, after cleaning up the mess the two had caused, they both had a very, very, VERY thorough showering. Naturally, Chris and Aidan showered together, scrubbing each others bodies under the steaming water as thoroughly as they could...and maybe getting a little frisky with one another as they did. Shortly after that, both men got changed, with Chris in a spare black T-Shirt and jeans while Aidan rocked a dark red tanktop and sleeveless vest with black cargo shorts.

Hakari, meanwhile, was still in his ninja gear, sitting on the bed in his own quarters, groaning while Nara sat next to him and gingerly rubbed his aching stomach in slow circles. He huffed breathlessly and leaned into Nara's palm, muttering a soft 'thank you' to her as she continued tending to his aching tum.

Nara just smirked and gave Hakari's abs a gentle pat, adding, “Y'know, one'uh these days, you're gonna have to learn to say 'no' to these weird-ass requests you get from those two.”

“...Urgh, you would think training in someone's mouth would be outlandish, but there WAS that incident with that Microbe fiend a while back, so perhaps, Chris wants to be extra cautious...” Hakari suggested, voice still a bit weary after his ordeal.

Nara snorted and shook her head. “Bullshit. You'n I both know it's 'cuz that fucker's kinkier than a hedonist at that olive oil orgy from three years ago.”

Even in his groggy state, Hakari slowly turned to Nara and gave her a very deadpanned look, muttering, “...Dare I ask...?”

“If you value your delicate sensibilities, naw...probably not,” Nara insisted with a smirk, one that grew wider when she saw Hakari look away and shudder.

She continued gently stroking his belly, then leaned down and rested her head against his concave stomach, listening to it burble as she stroked it. Hakari blushed a little then promptly pulled his face-mask on, glad he could at least TRY to mask how easily flustered he got without two friends in his mouth or stomach.

“Man, it's really noisy today, huh,” Nara noted, hearing Hakari's stomach churn deeply enough to make Hakari cringe a bit.

“Mph, well, it's been rather overworked, thanks to those two...” Hakari muttered, huffing under his mask.

“Maybe we oughta give you two some more private time to fix that then, huh?” Chris suddenly teased alongside Aidan, who smirked with his arms folded at the sight.

Hakari immediately yelped and sat upright, only to immediately clear his throat and pretend he didn't just make an embarrassingly flustered sound. Nara laughed but showed enough mercy to sit up away from Hakari's stomach, gesturing for the two to come back in.

Chris and Aidan sat down across from them on the adjacent couch.

“So! Feeling any better?” Chris asked.

“Ah, he's fine,” Nara insisted before Hakari could respond, heartily patting Hakari on the back and making the young ninja jut forward slightly from how firm the pat was.

“I'm sure snake-eyes here can handle a pair'uh spicy meatballs like yourselves,” she assured them, before adding, “WHY he had to, I'm not so sure...buuuut you do you, Invicta...”

Aidan snorted with amusement as Chris scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “Ah, any excuse t'mop this punk around fer a bit'n lizard lips' mouth at least made for a cushy spot to train. I'm just bummed I couldn't let loose with my full fire power...” Aidan muttered, flexing his hand out as fire emerged from his palm.

“...I'm not...” Hakari insisted with a look of dread on his face at the mere thought of Aidan 'letting loose' inside of him like that. After that, Hakari cleared his throat and said, “The important thing is that you two are safe. But...please, can we keep the training OUTSIDE of peoples mouths...preferably MINE...?”

Chris just laughed and nodded assuringly with, “Hehe, well, I can't promise the latter part, but yeah, I assure you, no one's gonna make you 'open up' again like that.” Then, Chris' smile turned a bit cheeky as he leaned in and added, “But be honest though, PART of you prooooobably enjoyed the taste, right?”

Hakari nervously tugged his mask higher, and was about to deny that claim when Nara once again chimed in and said, “You kiddin'?! I once had to pull this scaly dork's arm soooo long t'get him to eat me in his whole snake-dude form and once he finally did? He was rumblin' like a damn motorboat!”

...Even with his facemask on, Hakari's face was practically steaming at Nara's remarks.

...Just then...

*GRRRRROOOOOOOOOOMBL!!!!!*

A deeply loud and hungry grumbling bellowed from the room.

Instantly, Chris, Aidan and Nara all turned to Hakari, who at this point, was so red that he looked like he'd just consumed six ghost peppers at once.

Slowly, he looked down at his stomach in a way that seemed to say, ‘...Seriously...?’ (As if Hakari hadn’t endured enough embarrassment for one day...)

Tentatively, the young ninja wrapped his arms around his grumbling stomach in a desperate effort to calm his stomach down. It didn't work.

Chris smirked and asked, “Why, Hakari...is all our talk of eating people making our favorite Saurian hungry...?”

Hakari nervously cleared his throat and hopped up from the bed, saying, “Aherm, y-yes...w-well...I-I'll be in the mess hall getting something to eat...w-would anybody else like to join me?”

Despite himself, Chris shrugged and gave his own stomach a firm pat, adding, “Eh, I could eat. What about you guys?”

Aidan stood up and said, “You kiddin'? I'm fuckin' starvin' 'ere...”

“Good,” Nara insisted before getting up and wrapping an arm around Hakari's shoulder and tugging the young flustered ninja close. “Lead the way, snake-eyes!”

Hakari groaned to himself with a weary sigh, but nonetheless carried on.

With any luck, maybe he could EAT the embarrassment away.

But given the company he was keeping, he had a distinct feeling that wasn't gonna happen anytime soon...

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viciousgracearc · 4 years ago

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sh.adow & b.one thoughts ( contains spoilers! ) tw: racism ( this is just a thought dump and to explain why i’m not adapting the show’s racist elements in my portrayals )

disclaimer: just because i will not adapt the racist element as it appears in the show doesn’t mean i won’t acknowledge the book canon, in-universe prejudice and discrimination against the poc characters in grishaverse.

so. the racism in shadow and bone. having watched all of the show, i now have some mixed thoughts about it. in the books, alina is assumed to be white for the most part. it is only at the end when we ( or at least i ) suspected that she is not entirely ravkan, and then the casting confirmed it. the kind of racism alina ( and mal ) faced in the show was never a factor in the books, despite rampant anti-shu and anti-fjerdan sentiment. the suli are painted as people who are displaced and mostly neglected by the ravkan government, and definitely treated with prejudice, but as far as i recall there is no specific slur directed at them either in book canon.

however, whereas alina’s ethnicity is vague in the books, it is crystal clear in the show that she is a biracial woman. i know that for biracial folk, experiences vary across the board, especially if you’re a biracial person and an immigrant or a refugee. alina is a war orphan. her mother’s country of origin is at war with her current country of residence. to an extent, i understand the level of animosity ravkans have against people who look like the threat / the enemy. people of color face racism and prejudice day in and day out, sometimes from white people, sometimes from fellow people of color. this is a grim reality with a long and studied history of racism and racial superiority creating divides between minorities and pitting them against each other.

was the racism necessary to the plot? it definitely adds layers to it. you have an orphaned girl of color in a mostly white people country. they discriminate against her and her best friend for most of her life, using slurs such as “rice-eater” and “half-breed”. but this country has a huge problem, and it turns out only this orphaned girl of color can save them from it, despite them alienating her consistently. now they need her help, now they call her a saint. this girl, who based on show-canon, feels so different and abnormal from the rest of her peers because her ethnicity is always pointed out and considered a bad thing. now she has to be a hero for a country that despises her... and not only that, now she has to do it under the tutelage of a white man. white man looks older than her; there is an obvious imbalance in their power dynamic, but he looks at her like his hope come at last and places her on a pedestal she doesn’t ask for. this same white man puts a collar around her neck and then effectively subjugates her by taking control of her power.

it... it kinda sounds bad, doesn’t it? it does. “but wait,” the volcra screeches. “via, are you fucking stupid?” it asks. “that’s not how the story ends! she overcomes!”

well, yes. but does it really make the rest of it any less insidious? alina is denied food, consistently picked on, and mocked, for being half-shu. it is prevalent in her show storyline and difficult to ignore. and thus it will be woven into everything that happens to her, and every decision that she makes will in turn, make us, the viewers, look back on it even if she herself doesn’t do so explicitly. i know the intent of including this racism element into her ( and mal’s ) story is to portray an accurate depiction of the POC experience as they maneuver white or mostly white spaces, or just spaces not catered to their specific ethnicity. but does it work? is it necessary? the irregulars, which is also a netflix show, did a great job at casting a young chinese woman in a lead role and a black man as dr. john watson without ever having to define their characters or their capabilities to move in the world by their race alone. as a half-chinese woman myself, it was empowering to watch a chinese girl able to take the lead and make bold statements and brave decisions without ever being bogged down by the limitations of her race.

at the end of the day, it is a fantasy world. do you think if the racism isn’t there, the story’s going to be worse off than it is? personally, if they left it out, i think the story will be just fine. there are a lot of things that tie these characters together outside of their racial struggles, like... i don’t know, personality? circumstances? the need to save their country from a powerful tyrant? the struggle for survival in a constantly at-war nation? there is also the fact that this racism element they’ve introduced is inconsistent. so much directed against alina and mal because they want the viewers to sympathize with these two characters. some of it directed towards inej, another protagonist, whose story has a lot to do with how she was exploited because she is suli. but where’s the racism directed at zoya? at botkin? if there’s racism against the shu and if they call them rice-eaters, where’s the anti-fjerdan racism and what do they call fjerdans? ice-shavers? cold-dwellers? aren’t fjerdans ravka’s enemies too? but oh wait... fjerdans are white. nevermind.

speaking of zoya: in the books, especially in RoW, it was implied that she is white-passing, which is why she was never treated differently for being suli. however, show!zoya is NOT white-passing at all. she is very obviously a woman of color, and while i acknowledge that yes, poc can be racist against poc, i don’t really see zoya -- bully, mean girl, attention-starved, ambitious, ruthless zoya -- resulting to such a low blow. sujaya dasgupta herself admitted that in show canon, zoya experiences racism ( though it was never explicitly shown to us ), and consciously turns it against alina in the hopes of hurting another woman of color. don’t get me wrong, zoya is definitely a terrible person at the start of the series. she was classist and mean and she had a superiority complex, and that superiority complex comes from being a powerful grisha, something she worked hard for. she thinks alina doesn’t belong in the little palace, not because alina is shu, but because alina appears out of nowhere, is untrained but is already considered powerful / the solution to everyone’s problem, and has nabbed her old place as the darkling’s favored. the “you stink of keramzin” jab is more than enough to drive her point home and i don’t think “half-breed” is necessary at all. besides, from what it looked like, alina isn’t the only mixed-race grisha. grisha comes from all over, taking refuge in ravka because they’re the only nation that treats their grisha under acceptable conditions. so one would expect some diversity there, which zoya, having been at the little palace since age 9, would have been used to by now. i don’t really think there’s a lot of incentive for her in using a racial slur, and she’s lethal enough with words that she doesn’t need them to injure somebody.

“via, stop barking and tell us what you’re going to adapt in your portrayal!”

okay, well. personally, i’m not interested in including the show’s racist element in any of my characters’ storyline ( alina, zoya, mal, ehri ). i acknowledge the anti-shu, anti-fjerdan, and anti-suli sentiments as they appear in book canon, but i will not use alina’s ethnicity as the basis of her “otherness” because i like the book canon explanation for that better. nor will i acknowledge that zoya called alina a half-breed, because my zoya is not white-passing zoya, and she knows infinitely better ways to inflict verbal harm than racism. zoya will also be grappling with being half-suli because she was exposed to anti-suli sentiments by her own mother as a young child.

all my characters are of asian-adjacent ethnicities, and as an asian person myself, do you really think i am interested in reliving my traumatic racism experiences through the characters that i write in a fantasy world? with alina especially, it’s like she couldn’t breathe without someone pointing out that she’s half-shu. i think as much as it is important to show authentic poc experiences in art and media, it is also equally important to show poc solidarity, and to stop defining people by their race alone and to just let them exist as people.

it doesn’t help that the show’s way of depicting racism is gratuitous, insulting, and feels like it’s catered more towards the white gaze than... you know, actual POC viewers? i understand people will disagree with me on this and that’s fine. this is just how i feel. given that shu-han as a nation didn’t even feature much in the books and we don’t know ANYTHING about them in a cultural context aside from the fact that their appearance is coded as east asian, the discrimination towards them really just hinges on shallow factors like how they look, what they eat ( ???? ), and how they are viewed as ravka’s enemy. it boils down to an east vs. west type of scenario ( and considering the barrage of anti-asian sentiment in our current political climate it’s... questionable at the very least ), and the racism element is not a profound expression of the poc experience but more like... a caricature version of it, once again, in my opinion.

“via, i can’t believe you used that many words trying to tell us you won’t include the racism in your portrayal.”

hey, i know. but a girl be having thoughts, a girl’s two brain cells be rubbing together, you know? this is me deep cleansing my brain by yoting my thoughts into the void. but yes, this is my take! i understand if you don’t feel the same way, but i just... i can’t feature the racist elements of the show in my blog, sorry (not really).

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#* ic. / headcanons #headcanon: alina starkov #headcanon: zoya nazyalensky #headcanon: malyen oretsev #headcanon: ehri kir taban #racism tw #sab spoilers #asian ppl who disagree are valid #& pls remember not to tell POC what they can be iffy abt #also this seems like a lot of thoughts i just had to put them somewhere #shadow and bone spoilers

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jtrokujo · 4 years ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊

paring: Tobio Kageyama x fem!Reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: none

genre: fluff (i think)

summary: Through their long and healthy friendship, Kageyama decided to meet with (Y/N). But what was the real reason he wanted to meet her or maybe there was no reason, but one thing is clear; (Y/N) is head over heels in love with him.

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She stands nervously and unsuspectingly in front of her closet and is still thinking about which outfit she should display for her first date.

But not with anyone, no, but with Tobio Kageyama himself.

Hard to believe, but true.

Because since the earlier years, the now big stubborn head, had been her crush, but in the last few days she wondered whether it wasn't just a bad joke or something like that.

Or whether he would dump her and much more, even when her friends tried to give her courage or that it was not like him, the same thought kept coming up, 'What if ...'

Still with this ulterior motive, she took any outfit and slowly changed.

However, she did not know that her crush would be with her in a few minutes.

She was just fixing her hair, which looked a bit messed up when it was put on, until the doorbell paid her attention.

She quickly grabbed her cell phone and bag with everything necessary already inside and now made her way to the front door.

Just as the black-haired one wanted to press the blades again, the door opened.

The first thing he saw was not like in the typical films, the outfit, no more the hair, but instead of staring at her strangely, he looked at her lovingly and quickly fixed her hair.

The pounding of the heart of the person opposite could apparently not be overheard.

The silence among them is so pleasant, but she curses herself for the fact that her heart is beating quite loudly at the moment.

Is that still healthy at all?

"Let's go?" he asked her and held out his hand to her.

"Yes, in a moment. I just have to put my shoes on very quickly, then we could go." she said with an extremely normal tone and took out the shoes which she is now putting on.

While she is about to tie her shoelaces together, the thought of Kageyama came to mind when they first met.

A warm grin could be seen on his face and he didn't even try to hide it, because if he shouldn't feel well he just has to think about this one moment, where any bad emotions in him dissolve like in the elevator.

"... yama? Kageyama? Tobio Kageyama!"

"Huh?" he looked at her in amazement, while she looked at him in amazement.

"Are you all right?" she asked worriedly, touching his forehead as his cheeks made a pinkish tone.

He gently took her hands away from him. "Yeah, I'm fine. Shall we go?"

Nodding, she took his hand which was stretched out in front of her - so they made their way to the amusement park.

TIME SKIP

As soon as the teenagers had paid for the ticket, they entered the amusement park when suddenly something particular caught Kageyama's attention, and he immediately pulled his good friend with him.

"Kageyama?" she asked him in amazement, but looked at the other stands, from extraordinary sweets to the weirdest cuddly toys, but you are now standing in front of one of these stands. "Doesn't she duck look extraordinary?" he looked her in the eye.

Nodding, she agreed.

He paid for the balls to win them, but just before he could throw a ball she told him it wasn't necessary "A little reminder wouldn't hurt anyone." he answered with a small grin and already positioned himself.

But how unexpectedly - he only threw one ball and immediately all the empty cans fell down, the seller gave the volleyball player a compliment and immediately afterwards got the cuddly toy he wanted.

"Here." said the black-haired one and showed the cuddly toy under her nose.

Thankfully, she accepted this, after which the two would visit one or the other booth for a long time.

Until Kageyama's hand was pulled, he looked at his companion in amazement when she stopped and looked up.

Likewise, looking up, keep his jaw open.

A haunted house.

As reluctant as he would admit it, he's not a big fan of it, as long as that doesn't mean he's scared of it now.

He just doesn't like it.

"Kageyama, are you okay?" she told him which he only answered with a 'yes'.

She saw this as sufficient and thus paid for the tickets.

Still not enthusiastic they were allowed in and then Kageyama wondered why he was in such a bad mood all the time, it's not that bad, no, rather normal.

If only he only knew.

Because immediately after the sentence of his thought ended, two zombies came, who scared both of them and screamed so loud that the probability is that the other from the outside had heard it.

After what felt like an eternity they left the haunted house together, although they look more horrible than normal, but if you have to be honest they would say that it was a fun time which they will soon be able to laugh together.

Even then they were so different, but still so the same.

Sounds strange, maybe it is too, they will only understand.

ABOUT 6 YEARS BEFORE

While the boys are once again playing a sport together and the girls are playing with dolls while talking about the boys, there is one girl who is sitting alone on a bench and doing the process that she has been doing since she started school.

Every day at the same time and in the same place, she takes the coloring book from her backpack that her mother gave her and the pens that came with it and began to paint as always.

Of course she was alone, but what could she do now?

Do the activities that don't make you happy, no thanks.

In addition, the boys were conceited and the girls bitchy, is understandable but doing the same thing over and over again?

Certainly all the children have disappeared after all or have different interests, so why are they doing exactly what is probably not making them happy?

Or maybe it's better not to know everything, because you never know.

Scrawling on the coloring pad, she didn't hear the small footsteps coming at her until the person draws her attention.

"You are (Y / N) right?"

The little girl was astonished to see who she was talking to.

Unfortunately, she didn't know his name, reluctantly she nodded and painted the elephant with the next color she could grab.

"Do you have friends?" he asked puzzled and looked at her, she was still paying attention to the coloring book - still answered with a shake.

"Oh, well then, let me help you paint." the black-haired gave her the offer.

She thought for a long time so that she had forgotten the doorbell.

"Let's go inside." he said and helped her with packing, but instead of going with her he was jogging in while she was taking all the time.

Weird.

PRESENCE

At the moment you are now in front of a booth where you can buy the most delicious sweets in Japan, but the queue is not short for that it is so popular.

It's quite long, you could say there are 30 people waiting crazy for their turn just to be able to buy a candy.

The friends are in the middle of the long queue, but while Kageyama is talking to his good friend about the new film that is just before it, the little encounter occurred to her, whereupon she asked him, "Kageyama, you remember back in elementary school when you knew me asked if I had friends, why did you come up to me so suddenly. "

Immediately, in silence, he considered that day.

"Every day you were alone. Every day while the other kids had their friends, you were the only one who was alone. I didn't know what to say so I decided to ask if too really had friends. In the beginning it was only because of pity that I always kept you as a little company, but when we went to a new school you were so different.

You had friends, you could laugh, and you didn't have a coloring book with you. I'm happy to be friends with someone like you, I don't know myself what makes you so special, but one thing is clear. You are unique."

Is that real, Kageyama? "

Shocked by what he said keep her jaw open, said nothing but stared at the floor.

Immediately after Kageyama paid for the candy, he showed his girlfriend if she wanted to go to the Ferris wheel with him, she only agreed when she was allowed to pay for the tickets.

After a few minutes of discussion, he was dejected and so they set off.

When she had paid for the tickets, she ran up to Kageyama who was standing in line, but it didn't look like they'd have to wait forever, which made her sigh in relief.

In the middle of the conversation, a member of staff drew attention to the young people because they were apparently allowed to be on the Ferris wheel.

Like a gentleman, Kageyama stood by the side so that his girlfriend can enter this first.

From now on you are allowed to go on the Ferris wheel for 5 laps, but when you reached the top you saw the blue sky getting an orange tone, the sunset.

How she loved them, the atmosphere between them was so beautiful, because the silence was not at all uncomfortable, no.

"(Y / N)." he said.

She turned and saw that he had something in hand, possibly a small box.

"I would like to thank you for being such a great person, who always kept my back free. The person who made me laugh a lot. The person who gives me security. The person with whom I, to be myself However, in the meantime, the feelings also came.

My heart beat madly against my chest every time I only think of you, hear your name or even when I see you. But your touch takes me to another world, where there are no worries, where there is no one but us. So I asked you would you like to be my boyfriend? "

When he said his last sentence, he opened the box to see a chain.

The chain was engraved with its initial letter, "You over here, (Y / N)."

He pulled the chain out from under his sweater and you can see that he has the same chain, only that it is engraved with its first letter.

"I would love to be your friend." she said and so her lips touched his.

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doing-an-okay-job-miranda · 5 years ago

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The Night Fellow

AO3 / Masterlist

Warnings: Body Horror, Monster Virgil(he’s a creepy friend right there), mentions of violence and shooting, descriptions of teeth, please let me know if i should tag anything else

Summary:

The Night Fellow is a creature made of both flesh and metal that lives in the long-abandoned mansion on top of the hill outside of town. At night, the Fellow creeps out of their home to roam through the trees and walk along the overgrown path between the mansion and the town.

Logan has a fascination with this (somewhat) passive creature and decides to go find it.

Or, Logan hunts down the town's local cryptid and shoves his hands in their mouth and the thing kinda decides they like him.

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Upon first glance on a dark trail, one might think the Fellow is a normal person, a tall stranger out for an evening walk. There aren't have managed to get close to the creature as the moment they sense someone nearby, they drop to all fours and disappears into the trees. The few that have snuck up on the fellow describe black eyes with glowing white dots for pupils, shaggy dark hair, their fingers end at their knuckles, and are replaced by long thin mechanical claws. They say the Fellow's teeth are like knives and they can open their jaw wide enough to fit someone's head inside their mouth.

Logan kinda doubts that last bit.

The night fellow is not inherently violent despite his frightening appearance, they flee at the first sight of people and the only record the town has of an actual attack beyond a few shallow scratches is from a man hunting out in the woods who shot at them, said man had been found with terrifying claw wounds and bite marks after being dumped on the edge of town by the creature.

Logan always finds that part interesting. The town as a whole made it a silent rule that as long as you leave the Night Fellow alone, they'll happily leave you alone as well but the creature could have very much left the man they injured to bleed out in the woods but instead, carried the hunter back to town and left him where he could get help.

Logan knew of the teens that were dared to go up the hill and try to enter the mansion, would overhear a group of friends talking about their adventure during the classes he taught. One had told him that the Fellow had crawled along the walls and ceiling like a spider, another said they barely made it a foot in the door before the Fellow charged at them on all fours and slammed the door as the stumbled back outside. One young girl who had been to the mansion multiple times told Logan that the Fellow is much less likely to chase you out if you knock before you enter and stay in the main foyer, she told the teacher about her friend who tried going through the halls only to have the Fellow follow directly behind them until they left.

The more Logan heard about the Night Fellow, the more curious he became. It could be dangerous, from what Logan understands, the Fellow can get a lot more aggressive towards adults who invade their home then the kids the Fellow simply scares off or let's wonder until either bored or unnerved by their presence but that just makes it all the more interesting.

Logan finds himself trudging up the hill at dusk on a weekend. The creature is aware enough to recognize age differences, the Fellow can tell when someone is a threat and is content to either scare them off or flee from them with only one case of actual harm being argued as more self-defense then anything malicious, especially since the fellow recognized that their attacker would die if left intended and took the effort to get him to safety.

So, Logan stands in front of a mansion that's standing in fairly good shape for a building that's been left to the ages for longer then he's been alive through the gate has been long since destroyed. The teacher knocks on the large door and gives it a few moments before carefully pushing the only slightly rotted wood open and steps inside to the foyer, guiding the door to only be open slightly before he turns around to face the room.

After clicking on his flashlight, he looks around the place. The room looks like it hasn't been touched in ages. Dust and grime coat every surface along with layers of cobwebs that cover everything, accented with the smell of mildew in the air. Logan makes a note that he shouldn't stay inside too long, he hadn't thought about what sort of mold may be growing in this old place and thus didn't bring any sort of filter to breathe through. He'll have to remember that for next time but for now, short term exposure wouldn't do any lasting harm and he came all the way out here for a reason and he'll be damned if he doesn't catch at least a glance of the Night Fellow.

The sun outside is quickly setting, the dirty windows barely probably would barely let light in if it was full daylight so Logan's only left with his flashlight as his only light source in the dark. He only makes it a little bit in, standing in the center of the foyer when he hears the soft ticking of a clock.

It's strange, looking around the room Logan can find an old clock on the floor but it's long broken. The teacher doesn't have to wait long to figure it out as he hears the quiet creak of metal and a ruffle of fabric directly above him.

Logan barely manages to stumble backward in time, shining his flashlight up in time to see a black blur drop from the ceiling and land on the floor where he was standing with a heavy thud. The teacher has no time to think as the creature immediately scrambles onto all fours and charges at him, he backs away quickly dropping his flashlight in panic as the thing comes right at him-

No! Logan locks in his legs in place and holds his breath, his heart pounds as he fights every instinct in his body telling him to flee. He shuts his eyes tightly, arms defensive raising to cover his head but beyond that, he forces himself to stay still and breathe through his nose.

The Night Fellow won't hurt him as long as he doesn't give them a reason to.

Sure enough, the sound of scrambling limbs stop and Logan doesn't feel any sort of pain from an attack. The ticking noise is much closer, directly in front of him but it gets drowned out by an animalistic growl so deep that Logan can feel the vibrations in his ribcage.

"I'm not here to hurt you." The teacher tries to keep his voice even but he's shaking to the core. "I'm not going to cause you any trouble." He doesn't even know if they understand him but he slowly lowers his arms and forces his eyes to open.

The Night Fellow is low to the ground, head bent back at an awkward angle to stare up at him little glowing white dots in their eyes. They're breathing too hard, chest rising and falling rapidly like they're panting but Logan can't hear them breathing. His flashlight is knocked to the side but it provides enough light for the teacher to get a good look at the Fellow.

He has to commit everything to memory, choppy hair, wide sunken eyes, their mouth slightly open, and filled with far too many teeth. It looks like they're wearing some patched up robe with loose sleeves that bunch on the floor, very poorly hiding the beings metal claws. The ticking noise is coming from the Fellow, Logan can tell that much but he's not entirely sure where or why there's ticking.

"Do you speak English?" Logan asks them to receive nothing but their unblinkingly stare. "Can you understand me?" Once again getting no reply which is disappointing as he hoped he would be able to ask the Fellow questions but they seem content just staring at him, he can't be sure if they don't understand or just don't care to answer.

Logan takes a deep breath to calm his nerves before crouching down slowly to be eye level with the Fellow, they back up a step as he moves and the teacher suppresses a shudder at the unnatural angle their legs move in. He meets the being's eyes and feels a chill down his spine but most of his fear takes second place to his fascination.

"You're an incredible being." He mutters mostly to himself but for once his talking to himself is helpful as the Fellow seems to respond. Their pupils shrink into slits as they rear back, their gaze flickering around the room like suddenly he was the scary thing. "It's okay." He tries to soothe as he reaches forward. "I mean you no harm."

The Night Fellow opens their mouth, letting out a low growl as his hand gets too close but the sound cuts off as Logan grips their jaw without thinking, completely forgetting his self-preservation in favor of getting a better look at their teeth.

"Fascinating." Logan breathes, keeping a grip on their chin with one hand while the other pushes on their cheek to tilt their head back. "I was lead to believe that your teeth are made of metal but these are all bone." The teacher strokes his thumb over one of the being's large canines but quickly retracts it as the Fellow tenses their jaw and sharp metal teeth snap down to cover the bone. "Oh, amazing! Retractable teeth, they almost resemble the teeth on a bear trap."

The light from Logan's fallen flashlight did a well enough job at lighting up the room but without it in hand, it's a bit harder to see clearly the details inside the Night Fellow's maw. There's a whirling noise in the back of their throat as Logan let's go of their jaw to reach into their mouth, feeling around the gums to make out the sheath that contained the metal teeth when retracted. The Fellow's bone teeth still stood out behind the metal and Logan carefully maneuvers his fingers past the sharpened metal to rub the duller, more human teeth at the back.

(He makes a note that the Fellow's jaw is stretched unnaturally wide and seems like it could go wider.)

"Is that a..." He mumbles to himself, squinting inside the being's mouth in hopes of making something out in the darkness. "It looks like you have a cavity filling." Logan really can't tell for sure without proper lighting but it does seem like it. Are there dental records of this creature? As far as Logan knew the first confirmed sighting of the Night Fellow was about sixty years ago and they've always been very avoidant of people, only recently getting bolder in scaring away those that wander too close.

Logan pulls back enough to insect the being in front of him. They're wide eyes watching him intensely, at some point while Logan was inspecting their teeth they shifted to rest on their knees and their hands hover near Logan with claws facing towards him like they're ready to strike but hesitating.

It's this moment that Logan remembers that he's in front of a very dangerous creature, figuratively putting his head in the lion's mouth. Sure, the Night Fellow seldom injures anyone but most people don't actively interact with them.

"Ah, I apologize." Logan carefully removes his fingers from the Fellow's mouth and winces as the being's mouth snaps shut near immediately, the metal clinking gives a harsh reminder that the thing could have very well of bitten his fingers off. "Thank you for your patience with me, I got a bit too excited there but I should have asked permission before touching you."

The Fellow's hands lower from their tense position, lowering down to rest on the ground and Logan can make out some of the intricate details of the joints where those thin metal blades connect to their middle knuckle. He nervously wipes his hands on his shirt to rid them of the being's saliva, it's a shame as the teacher would love to collect a sample of it but he hadn't expected to actually get this close to the Night Fellow and thus didn't think to bring a kit.

The Fellow doesn't seem agitated, thankfully. Their head tilted slightly in curiosity as they seem to inspect the human in front of them. Logan's still not entirely sure if they understood anything he said, let alone his apology but they don't seem to hold any ill will towards him which helps Logan not worry too much when they shift closer to him.

He manages not to flinch when the being reaches forward and wraps their "fingers" around his wrist, he doesn't even try to resist as they pull his hand closer as gently as possible. The teacher is rather amazed to find that the finger-like blades aren't actually sharp, their edges dulled down. Logan's sure that they're still dangerous if the Night Fellow put intent behind those claws but at the moment their touch is gentle as they have his hand resting palm up, it certainly helps Logan feel less nervous as they raise their other clawed hand and traces the blade of their pointer finger from the veins on his wrist to the tip of his fingers.

Logan does his best to keep his hand still for them while trying to figure out what they're doing, the glide of the pointed metal across his palm tickles slightly from how gentle the being is and each time his fingers so much as twitch, the fellow lets out a soft warbled noise and stills their motion until Logan holds his hand still long enough.

Logan doesn't realize how much time has past, the teachers legs ache from being in the same position for so long but he doesn't dare move as the Night Fellow traces the wrinkles in his hand. He commits each detail to memory, the being so focused on whatever it's doing gives Logan the perfect chance to observe it's appearance for any missed details. He wishes he could grab his sketchbook from his side bag but that would require moving and also reclaiming his dominant hand from the creature in front of him so instead he just memories to recreate later.

They are both startled when a loud trilling noise rings out from the room, the Fellow drops Logan's wrist as he jerks back in surprise and claw at their chest until the noise stops. They jerk their head up suddenly, looking up past Logan where he's now sitting and upon following their gaze Logan sees one of the dirty windows.

Any trace of light from the setting sun is long gone, the only light source is Logan's flashlight and the Beady little dots that are the Night Fellow's pupils. The teacher scrambles for his phone from his coat pocket, it lighting up and revealing multiple missed calls from his friend but Logan ignores them more the moment.

12:01 AM

Logan must have been here hours without realizing it.

The Night Fellow seems to realize the passage of time skipped over them too as they flickered their gaze between the teacher and the dark window. They almost reach towards him again but draw their hand back, seeming to debate with themself before letting out a huff of air in probably the most human gesture Logan's seen from them tonight. Their claws scrape the floor slightly as they push themself up and onto their feet, standing tall and towering over the teacher.

Logan is not a short man by any means but he certainly feels small as the Fellow steps around him to get to the front door, the being standing taller than the frame. Yes, Logan had known that the Night Fellow is a tall imposing figure when standing but he wasn't expecting the being to be a good bit over seven feet tall.

The Night Fellow looks back at him for a moment after they pull the door open but doesn't wait for Logan to scramble to his feet before they duck out the door and begin their night walk, leaving the mansion's door open. The teacher rushes for his flashlight and follows after them to find them already at the edge of the property and walking past the decrepit gate.

Logan had to run to catch up to them, finally getting close just a little ways past the tree line when the Night Fellow suddenly freezes and jerks their head to look at him. The sudden movement startling Logan enough that he stops himself several feet away from them.

Logan mostly expects the Fellow to drop on all fours once more and flee into the forest but instead the being just stands there and watches him. The teacher takes a breath, figuratively throwing caution to the wing for the hundredth time this night.

"May I walk with you?" The teacher makes a small gesture towards the path in front of them. "I have to return to town and it seems like you're heading that direction."

The Fellow doesn't respond to him but doesn't run from him either, they simply turn their head back forward and continue their walk, though Logan notes that they move slower than before which allows the teacher to catch up and walk beside them.

"So, you can understand me?" He asks only to be met with a side glance from the being. "Have you always lived in that mansion?"

The Fellow immediately looks tense and walks faster, the muffled sound of metal scraping together comes from them as Logan has to jog to catch up to them.

"Wait, I'm sorry!" Logan tries to amend. "I won't ask any questions, we can walk quietly."

The Night Fellow shoots him a look and narrows their eyes at him, which is the first time Logan's seen that their eyes haven't been completely wide open. He wants to ask if they need to blink, if their eyes are mechanical or flesh, how well can they see-

But he keeps his mouth shut and the Fellow slows their pace again for him which at least confirms that they do seem to understand him to some level.

Logan has so many questions ringing in his head as he watches them from the corner of his eye.

What are they? Did their mechanical parts need upkeep? What was the quiet ticking that followed them around? How much of them are flesh and how much are metal? What do they eat? Do they even need to eat? Why do they choose to live in that mansion? Why did they always go for these night walks? Is it easier for them to crawl rather than run?

Logan keeps these thoughts to himself. He instead listens to the sounds of the forest around them, animals tend to fall silent around supernatural creatures and this is no less true for the Fellow. All Logan can hear is the rubble shifting with each of their steps, the occasional strange mechanical noises that come from the being's movements, and the ticking noise that Logan theorizes much be some sort of clock they have under their robe.

The Night Fellow stays with him longer than Logan expects them too, he figured once he hit the main road that they would take off but they stay by his side(though seemingly following him more now that their off their normal path) until the first lights of town come into sight at which they stop.

Logan pauses when they do, turning to face them for a moment. "Thank you for walking with me." He offers a smile to which the Night Fellow nods, the first absolute sign that they understood him.

The teacher watches as they take a few steps away from him before dropping into a crouch, giving him one last look before they disappear past the trees and into the darkness.

There's no way Logan is letting this be his last encounter.

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