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esrwag · 1 year ago

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(EXTRA)ORDINARY LOVE

pedri gonzalez x famous!reader

summary: in which a relationship thought to last forever starts posting less of each other. will it be the end?

part 1: amigos de la infancia

sharing their friends to lovers relationship over the years through instagram posts. pedri is a professional fangirl.

warnings: language… for now.

NOVEMBER 26, 2013

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yourusername xDDDDDD

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user finally scrolled to the bottom of her account

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user who else is stalking in 2023 👀

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user ❤️❤️

NOVEMBER 25, 2018

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yourusername happy 16th birthday to the muppet who has held me captive for 13 years, here’s to many more. 🍌

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pedri was the first picture neccessary...

yourusername mayb.

user her posts are still up 😭😭😭

user one piece is real…

MAY 27, 2019

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pedri HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST FRIEND 🧌

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yourusername 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr where’s my post

user nothing has changed

NOVEMBER 25, 2019

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yourusername pedri: a compilation - feliz cumple 🧙‍♂️

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pedri CONFIDENTIAL FILES !!!!!

pedri can't trust these hoez 😔

yourusername not really confidential if they were on the big screen

pedri watch ur back.

feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr why was i cropped out.

pedri this isn’t about you.

yourusername yeah go away

feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr 🙁🙁🙁

DECEMBER 13, 2019

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yourusername mi primera colaboración con j.balvin y el guincho (!!!) disponible en todas las plataformas MAÑANA. new song "con altura" estais readyyy ?!?!? ✈️🩷✈️🩷✈️🩷

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pedri LO MEJOR QUE HE ESCHUCADO EN BASTANTE TIEMPOO

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DECEMBER 14, 2019

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pedri 🔁😎🎉😜🔁 link in bio y stories

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user trash

yourusername 😁🩷

tasca_fernando love!!!!

ferrantorres 🔥🔥🔥

user we love a supportive bf

MAY 27, 2020

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pedri just want to wish André 3000 the most special, magical birthday ever. i love you with all my heart. also, happy birthday to my y/n

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yourusername 🙁🙁😠

pedri te quiero 😘

yourusername yo también <3

andre3000 thanks man 😎 you really know how to mend an achy breaky heart! tell y/n i said happy birthday

pedri anytime!

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feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA

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AUGUST 20, 2020

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yourusername the one and only time i will get cheesy. i am beyond proud of you and am ready to support you in this new chapter of your live. watching you achieve you dreams means so much. i love you to the moon (i am not crying) visca barça y visca cataluña ❤️💙❤️💙

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feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr the last slide 🤣😂😂

fcbarcelona ❤️💙

pedri 💙❤️💙❤️

user barça’s future

jennaortega 🐐🐐🐐

OCTOBER 20, 2020

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pedri graciasssss 😁

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user who's that

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NOVEMBER 25, 2020

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yourusername happy birthday to this boy 🫶🏼

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pedri stink stink

yourusername 18 has looked better on others, but you'll get there 😘

rosylopez78 ❤️❤️❤️

user babe wake up new pedri pics just dropped

yourusername will drop more just for pedri nation

MAY 27, 2021

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pedri happy birthday to the love of my life, you've changed my life more than you know. i love you 🤍🩵

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feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr happy birthday to my biggest bully 🤥

yourusername ty.

user i'm trying to be like them

yourusername writing you a song as we speak 🥲

pedri still can’t believe i’m your muse. seriously i love you

karinadiaz lovely couple

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siramartinezc my baby's bday <333

yourusername 🥰😍😘

pedri OUR baby*

DECEMBER 13, 2021

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yourusername if there's one thing i'm infinitely proud of tonight, it's the incredible styling i did on myself. #Jokes #ProudofYou

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user she always makes it about herself

user that’s their dynamic…

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pedri you’re not wrong. i am so going to devour you

yourusername 😳😳😳

feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr @rosylopez78

user LMFAOOO

JANUARY 1, 2022

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yourusername 2021 adeu 2022 holAAAA :} to start off the year i have decided to release glue song early !!! my favorite love song i've written so far, i hope this makes you feel happy as much as it makes me. big shoutout to my friends and family for making me feel loved and who i am also dedicating this song to. finally, big love to my pedro, the reason as to why i wrote this song in the first place. please enjoy 🤍🏹

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pedri i love you

yourusername me more

mikkykiemeney 2022 has been saved!! this is a masterpiece y/n ily

user i love this song (i'm stuck with seeing couples posting themsevles to it)

pablogavi 🥺🙌❤️

siramartinezc my dream girl

user need someone to make me feel the way this song sounds

yourusername you’ll find ur person <3

user who's cutting onions

landonorris goated 🫡

user ARIANA WHAT ARE U DOING HERE

FEB 14 2022

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yourusername MOTOMAMI ALBUM ❤️‍🔥 OUT NOW. madre miiiia! you asked, and we listened: after 3 years, it makes me very happy to share this precious art with you. thank you for waiting. thank you to everyone who helped bring these crazy ideas to life !! i also want to thank landonorris, who made time in his busy schedule to help shoot and photograph the music videos. lastly, i want to dedicate this album to my mother and boyfriend. thank you thank you from the bottom of my heart. i love you motomamis.

p.s. i have a special annoucment in a few weeks. it starts with t and ends with our ;)

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pedri album of the year. beyond proud of you 🔛🔝🦋❤️‍🔥

yourusername bebe :(

user MOTHER MOTHER MOTHERRRRR

user we love you y/n ❤️‍🔥

bellahadid mamacita i love it so much 🦋🦋

pablogavi T..OUR??!?!?!

user he's so me

landonorris it was a pleasure 🦋 thank you. everything about the album is absolutely amazing

danielricciardo can i be hired next... i taught lando everything he knows about cameras

landonorris NO YOU DIDN'T

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danielricciardo i won't disappoint 🫡

user i'm completely obsessed with the entire concept.

user this new era is going to slay

feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr it was mid

MARCH 8 2022

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pedri always the happiest with you. happy anniversary to my person, my love, my y/n. five years and counting. here’s to growing old but never growing up 👴🏼❤️👵🏼

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user bisexual awkwening....

user ask me if im ok

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user BITCH NO.

yourusername brb. crying.

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pedri 🥹🫶🏼🫶🏼

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user the REAL childhood best friends to lovers

ferrantorres happy anniversary ❤️

MARCH 8 2022

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yourusername happy anniversary my love. thank you for always fixing everything with just a smile. it’ll be my pleasure to write you love songs for the rest of our lives 🤍🩵

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pablogavi mama... papa...

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pedri 🥹🥹🥺🥺🥺🥺🥹🥹🥺🥹🥺🥹

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yourusername just say you’re lonely and go

feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr 😔😔😔😔

pedri enough you two 🙄

user the most unproblematic and cutest couple in the game

rosylopez78 en los buenos y en los malos momentos... siempre juntos (trans: in the good and bad times... always together)

JUNE 24 2022

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yourusername BARCELONA T'ADORO ❤️‍🔥🦋 motomami tour has been amazing and i'm extremely grateful for the love my fans have given me. i cannot wait for what's next, latinoamerica y the states be ready. also swipe for a surprise >.< they somehow got past security

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pedri i am motopapi #y/nhive #1fan #TopSupporter

yourusername 😅😅🤣

feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr i was forced to go (i had so much fun 😭😭❤️)

landonorris i can’t wait for ur london show 😎

danielricciardo we*

aurorapaezg ❤️‍🔥🦋❤️‍🔥🦋❤️‍🔥 bellaaaaa

user HURRRRRY COME TO MEXICOOOO

NOVEMBER 22 2022

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yourusername dropped by to support 🇪🇸 con aurora y fer

user ate that up

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feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr 3 years later and i’m still getting cropped out.

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user un grupo muy TOP!

user i thought she was on tour ???

user put a break in between to come support pedri

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ale’s note 🏷️ : so… !!!! this is the end of part one. it was very fun and interesting to create my first social media au. let’s all pretend it’s in spanish only because i don’t want to go back and forth. sorry for any errors. it only goes down from here hehehehe

#esrwag #pedri gonzalez #pedri #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri x reader #pedri x you #pedri imagine #pedri x y/n #pedri fanfic #football fic #social media au #football imagine #football x reader

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shark-b0mb · 5 years ago

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#happy birthday u stink man #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #jjba #jojo #phantom blood #speedwagon #robert eo speedwagon

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chal-latte · 3 years ago

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y/i/n a snippet of a little 🎁 i made for someone’s upcoming bday😋🥯 i love you timmy hal youre my everything (vid will be up on my yt channel!!!!)

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↪️ y/i/n somewhere around the 29th but i hope sooner

fanpage9 y/n def will drop this bomb suddenly

jesserutheford soundtrack credit to me

↪️ y/i/n u rly couldnt wait could u jesse

fanpage39 Y/N + JESSE RUTHEFORD FOR TIMOTHEE’S BIRTHDAY

fanpage28 Its not even my birthday but im fucking excited

fanpage5 i really wanna send him a gift

y/i/n

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y/i/n oh timothee hal, where should i start? a year around the moon and i couldn’t be more thankful to have you in my life. thank you for being my best friend, for teaching me how to love, for your laughs and impromptu jokes, for the silly stories you told me when you can’t fall asleep, for keeping me warm and content, for making my dreams come true - i could go on and on but i thank you dearly for bringing joy into my life.. by simply being you. i love you, timothee hal. happy birthday, my love. 🌏❤️🔐 (here’s when he crossed a list off of my wishlist)

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enews happy christmas? more like happy birthday timothee chalamet 🎉 (@tchalamet) . ❤️ lover y/n l/n (@y/i/n) has set the most wonderful birthday party for the best dressed man. (📷: instagram)

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fanpage36 woooooo ✊🏽 ✊🏽 HBD timmy

fanpage8 happy birthday timothee🥳🥳🥳

fanpage5 bonne fête mon garçon préféré!!!

jimmyfallon Happy birthday 🎈@tchalamet

fanpage40 christmas is canceled we celebrate the birth of timothee chalamet now

deuxmoi happy birthday timothee

fanpage52 timothee saved my christmas🥺🥺

↪️ fanpage20 he saved OUR christmas

y/i/n tagged @tchalamet in a story!

y/i/n pregame dinner -> game 🥳

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tchalamet THATS 26 FOR ME !!! BEYOND GRATEFUL ✨✨

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h.a happiest of birthdays brother 🖤

kidcudi keep hittin it up💥✨👊🌌🌠��

fanpage29 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIMMYYY💖🧸 u saved my life

fanpage44 happy birthday pretty boy!!!!!

billieeilish 🥳

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fanpage41 y/n is the best gf ever

fanpage15 its my birthday too!!!! and my wish is for you guys to be together forever, you complete each other🥰🥰🥰 hbd timothee❤️❤️

voguemagazine happy birthday to the best dressed man.

y/i/n i love u stink

↪️ tchalamet i heart u stink🤢🤢

fanpage25 joyeux anniversaire timothéeeeee 😆❤️🎂

fanpage30 HAVE A HOLY JOLLY BIRTHDAY BABY

#HAPPIEST FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO THE MAN WHO DESERVES IT ALL #this is lowkey deraged but fuck it #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet imagine #paul atreides #paul atreides imagine #instagram au #imagine #timothee #timothee chalamet au #timothee chalamet imagines #chalamet

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stardew-saloon · 4 years ago

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can I request maru seb bonding momence?

Yes !! Seb and Maru’s relationship is honestly really interesting to me because like. Maru mentions Seb a few times but Sebby rarely talks about her. So it gives me the vibe of Maru trying to reach out but Seb not wanting to talk to her.

Here’s some headcanons for them :) it’s mostly just like. How they started to be more okay with each other and eventually become good siblings.

There’s like . Minor sambastian and Maru/Penny but you can probably ignore it smh. But I will be sad that u ignored sambastian just remember that ok

(Also side note im sosososos sorry i haven’t been active at all, I’ve been so busy with school and Life Stuff and it’s so incredibly hard to get stuff out. Im hyperfixating on something else and it’s just ,, really hard to focus on other things yknow? Anyways thank u for being patient ily mwah)

Seb + Maru Bonding

The first time Maru tries to reach out to Seb, she’s immediately shut down. She had a new invention that required a little bit of coding to make the program work properly, so she went to Sebastian, trying to see if he could help.

Sebastian tells her to figure it out herself. The conversation ends after that, with Maru feeling disheartened and upset.

But she’s determined! She doesn’t want to get Robin or Demetrius involved because then they’ll force him to hang out with her and she doesn’t want that. Maru knows how anxious and out of place Sebastian feels whenever Robin and Demetrius try to bring the family together, so she wants to do this on her own.

The next time she reaches out, it’s a rainy day. There’s thunder and lightning. Normally, Maru would stay inside and tinker with her newest project, but Seb was outside today. She saw it as another opportunity.

Maru puts her coat and rain boots on before she meets Sebastian outside, not minding the smell of cigarettes that followed him. When he sees her, he turns away, like he’s trying to pretend she’s not there.

He turns back immediately when she asks him how to catch frogs. Sebastian’s confused, since he doesn’t get why Maru is talking to him. Maru is the perfect kid, and he’s not. It’s like he’s out of her league.

Regardless, Sebastian shows her how. Maru treasures the small smile on his face when they manage to get a frog. Maru suggests naming it Bedelia, which Sebastian agrees to immediately. They spend more time together in the rain, talking about frogs and how to care for them. Sebastian’s done his research, since he wants a terrarium, but the basement is too stuffy. A frog would stink up the place.

So, Maru offers to get a terrarium in her room. She has multiple windows and good ventilation, so it would be no problem. They run back home, frog in hand, both feeling like the little kids again as they beg Robin to keep the frog and get a terrarium. Normally, she would say no, but..

Sebastian hadn’t ever looked so excited. He lost the spark in his eye after his father died, and now, Robin saw it again. She saw the same kid he was a few years ago.

So she agrees to buy a tank from Wally. It’s in the house that very day with little assembly required. They’re both super excited over it, but Seb tries to hide it. He can’t let Maru know that he doesn’t hate being around her! That would be awful!

They bond over Bedelia the Frog. Robin is happy that he’s not cooped up in his room all day, instead choosing to spend time with Bedelia (and Maru, too, but he gets defensive when she suggests that the siblings were hanging out.)

And the coding that Maru needed before? He teaches her how to do it! Sebastian says it’s so that she doesn’t bother him about it again, but Maru thinks otherwise. He looked so happy when he was talking about how to do it, so she asked tons of questions, even if it was something she already understood.

It was the first time they’d ever spent time together without one getting annoyed with the other. After Bedelia came around, they spent more time together. Maru opened up about her feelings towards her best friend Penny, and Sebastian shared that it must run in the family to crush on best friends. She connects the dots and realizes that he’s talking about Sam!

Maru is happy that she’s not so alone anymore. It’s not like her dad can scare away Sebastian like he did all of her other friends. It’s hard for Seb to open up to her after hating her for so long, but Maru is patient with him and tries to understand where he’s coming from.

Eventually, they’re practically best friends! They take care of Bedelia together, and then they care for her entire froggy family! Robin is ecstatic that they’re so close, especially after being distant for their entire childhood.

Umm y’all know I’m bad at ending things so uh . That’s all ! Once again im sorry for the long delay. I’ve been trying to stay consistent but I’m really struggling man :’) im in the middle of a hyperfixation on Danganronpa so it’s a little hard to write for other things. But I hope this is good !!

Bye bye love y’all :) if today is your birthday then happy birthday!!!!

#sdv #stardew valley #sebastian sdv #maru sdv #sdv headcanons #stardew valley headcanon #sebastian stardew valley #maru stardew valley #i got the name Bedelia from hannibal just in case anyone wants to know LMAO

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helnjk · 4 years ago

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hi ! hello ! so i just reached 1k followers recently, and just the thought of it makes my head spin. one thousand followers. that is absolutely, positively, insane. i’m so so so thankful for everyone who reads my stories and puts up with me and my random rambles. my heart is so so so full.

thank you.

and now, onto the fic recs! prepare yourselves, i read too much.

Fred Weasley

fluff/angst ❀

royally screwed (series) - @lumos-barnes

enemies to lovers? infuriating conversations? PRINCE!FRED? sign me up baby

in the summer sun - @parseltongueswriting

slight hurt/comfort. slice of life fic 🥺💕 based off of an ask that i sent & i love it sm

secrets i have held in my heart - @parseltongeswriting

i have no words for this fic. none. i just love it so much.

mirrorball - @gcdric

the absolute softness of this. unparalleled.

happiness, i’m sorry you’ve been on hold - @iliveiloveiwrite

probably the first fred fic i ever fell in love with. postwar!fred & muggle!reader.

blessed be the mystery of love - @mitsukui

the writing here is absolutely positively GORGEOUS. fred writing love letters to reader. so lovely. so soft.

falling - @vogueweasley

delicious angst that breaks your heart and then fluff that puts it back together again.

lights up - @vogueweasley

unbelievably well written. postwar!fred who is cheeky and confident and everything i want in a man. amen.

meet the weasleys - @weelittleweasley

american!reader. feels like being wrapped up in a cozy blanket. i love this family sm.

i’m low on gas and you need a jacket - @whizboingies

i cannot put into words how much this makes me scream. i want it. i want it so bad.

but, part of me’s unending, hear it say ‘i love you’ - @whizboingies

ultimate comfort fic & soft freddie 🥺

smut ☽

all that jazz - @slytherinsunrise

no words. deliciously hot. filthy. absolutely loved it.

hate to think about you with somebody else - @spacexcowgirl

jealous!fred 🥵 so hot. and then it gets so soft at the end. goodbye.

nine lives - @darthwheezely

did not know i needed this fic until i read it. mmmmmmmffffffmmmmm.

all tied up and nowhere to go - @wand3ringr0s3

porn with no plot. bondage & sex toys. amen.

anything she wants - @lumosandnoxwriting

ceo!fred. no other words. head empty after reading this.

put a ring on it - @lumosandnoxwriting

porn with a plot?? yes. yes absolutely. deliciously soft AND smutty.

George Weasley

fluff/angst ❀

potions and constellations - @iliveiloveiwrite

postwar!george trying to figure out his place in the world, unexpectedly finds love 🥺 it makes my heart soar

the perfect arrangement (series) - @lumos-barnes

bridgerton!au. arranged marriage. mutual pining. miscommunication. need i say more??

a bit too loud - @lupinsclassroom

soft and sweet. slight hurt/comfort. georgie here is just the best 😭

bunny rabbits & a clover patch - @parseltongeswriting

best friends to lovers!! so gorgeously written i could cry.

cross the line - @cruciostyles

best friends to lovers. tooth rotting fluff. need i say more?

forever is a long time without you (series) - @cruciostyles

parent trap au. i love this sm u have no idea. it’s just the right amount of nostalgia and mystery. chefs kiss.

let me take care of you - @george-fabian-weasley

comfort!! fic!! with george!! all i need in the world.

worth fighting for - @spacexcowgirl

delicious break up/make up & there was only one bed. and a beach trip?? yes please.

driver’s license - @wand3ringr0s3

title says it all. makes my heart ache painfully.

call me when you’re sober - @lumosandnoxwriting

delicious angst. i can’t even explain. happy ending that’s just the right amount of softness. love this.

smut ☽

birthday suit - @mitsukui

absolutely filthy. absolutely. this lives in my head rent free 24/7.

pixels - @slytherinsunrise

phone sex with george? sign me UP. i would like this in my life thanks.

video game lover - @lumosandnoxwriting

gamer!geroge. need i say more?

Charlie Weasley

a weasley christmas - @constantlydiscombobulated

first charlie fic i ever read. literally began my simp journey. this fic makes me unbelievably happy.

Ron Weasley

finding a light (series) - @gryffindors-weasley

so so so so beautifully written. makes my heart flutter and my chest hurt. postwar!ron falling in love.

Harry Potter

fingers and toes - @iliveiloveiwrite

the first harry fic i ever read. dad!harry. unbelievably sweet. had tears in my eyes reading this ngl.

Sweater Weather & Coast to Coast

o’knutzy babysitting - @prohibitionincurls

do i need to explain more? this was so delightfully fluffy

value isn’t always numeric - @prohibitionincurls

my head thinks this is canonically c2c bc of how well written it is. i love it. it makes my chest hurt and my heart ache

winging it (series) - @prohibitionincurls

i love this. adding an oc to the universe is positively wonderful.

Jily

hope (is all i have) - @startanewdream

jily lives!au. james struggles with being a parent and worrying for harry’s safety. gut-wrenching, delicious angst.

you can hear it in the silence - @alrightginger

jily. deaf!lily. soulmates au. so so so tender and sweet. type of fic that you could read multiple times and not get sick of.

door dash - @mppmaraudergirl

american!au. both of them arrive at a house at the same time, holding door dash orders.

Miscellaneous

little red - @harpyloon

sirius black & ginny weasley friendship. hinny. absolutely positively cheeky, well written, and lovely.

my tears ricochet - @gcdric

estranged/death eater weasley!sister fic. gut wrenching angst. i read it when i want to cry & not be comforted.

weasley!sister (series) - @gcdric

idk what else to say about this but that it’s so stinking cute. i love it.

#kai's 1k followers fic rec #hp fanfiction #fred weasley fic recommendation #george weasley fic recommendation #harry potter fic recommendation #ron weasley fic recommendation #jily fic recommendation #charlie weasley fic recommendation

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dadvans · 4 years ago

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the old guard musings

talk 2 me about how nicky is always the little spoon and loves 2 be wrapped up in his man’s arms at all times like even though he’s immortal he still seeks the illusion of safety and comfort in joe

talk 2 me about how the first time nicky shaved his beard joe was like “since when do u have a mole here?” thumb on nicky’s face and nicky was like “since always” and joe was like “and you have a jawline? what the fuck?” and couldn’t stop touching nicky and that’s why nicky has been clean shaven despite the coming and going of trends for 800 years and maybe sometimes he sits on the lip of the bath and lets joe carefully shave his face for him

talk 2 me about nicky taking a vow of celibacy as a priest and letting joe take that from him because that’s who his soul belongs to now

talk 2 me about how “yusef” became “joe” because one time during a fight nicky very seriously called him “joseph” and it made them both laugh for so long that they stopped fighting and it stuck

talk 2 me about them being extra AF for birthdays, anniversaries, whatever; “hey i found this old daguerrotype of you at an auction happy birthday” “hey i found this tacky ring you used to wear in the 1780s happy anniversary” “hey the house stinks because i decided to try and make murri because i miss when we used to live in casablanca back when it was anfa and you would feed it to me on toast in the mornings”

#the old guard #just thinkin about some things #joenicky #nickyjoe

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5lazarus · 4 years ago

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Weavers

this was meant to be severitus, or at least Snape-mentors-Harry, so let’s call this the precursor to it

Summary: Bored before the start of sixth year, Harry goes through Petunia's old family photo albums. He demands some answers, and Dumbledore sends Snape. Read on AO3 here

The days are hot and dusty and Harry is left roving the same suburban streets, bored as hell, as the Dursleys pretend nothing is wrong and everyone he knows acts the same. Voldemort’s back, and he wants to kill him. His godfather’s dead. No one wants to talk about Cedric, and he doesn’t even know how to talk about Cedric, even if anybody knew to ask. Harry just walks, and kicks at fluttery bits of newspaper littering the ground, and tries not to let the heat sour his mood. When Aunt Petunia’s busy at the neighbor’s garden parties, Harry steals into the living room and starts going through the photo albums. Why, he’s not so sure, he just wants to know, to see, to remember that there was a past before Hogwarts, and so he flips through grotesque faded photos of Dudley and Uncle Vernon eating cake with him a shadow cut in half, just barely in view. These were not happy days, but Harry’s not sure he’s ever had any of those. It was fun laughing with Sirius and Ron and Hermione and the Twins sometimes, and he feels free and devoid of all this heavy thoughts on a broom. He finishes one photo album, slots it back in the shelf, and pulls out another. This one is older--before he was born. Maybe he’ll find a photo of his mother in it. He flips through time, ignoring a wedding photo--after his grandparents’ deaths--and polaroids of truly soul-crushing dates. He laughs at the bad hair, though he knows he of all people shouldn’t point fingers. Finally, he reaches his aunt’s teenage years, and he hopes he’ll find his mother there. It’s a weird thought, that his mother was barely more than a teenager when she was killed. She was only twenty when she had him. He’s almost sixteen now. He can’t imagine that, the pressure of having a baby with a target on its back in the middle of a war, and he wishes desperately he could know what she was like. Sirius didn’t like to talk about her, and Lupin talks in circles about everything. He wishes there was someone he could ask. He finds a photo of her laughing with a boy who is not his father, who’s got his long black hair and a hand thrown up, too, covering his face. She’s about his age in this photo, or a bit older. Carefully he slides it out of the plastic. There’s writing on the back: “Weavers, Sev & Lily, 1976. to Baba O’Riley and the rest of our lives!!” The writing is familiar, spidery, almost indecipherable, and he squints because it reminds him of someone, it’s strangely familiar, and then he drops the photo in shock. Because he knows: that’s Severus Snape.

Rapidly now he flips through the pages. There’s one of his bright-eyed mother with a sullen-looking boy with a big nose and greasy hair, glowering at the camera as she laughs. There’s even one of her and Petunia and him all together, sitting in someone’s garden, and Snape is wearing too-big jeans and a stained t-shirt, staring solemnly at the camera. Now that he’s seen it he can’t unsee it. Aunt Petunia comes clattering in, throwing her keys onto the coffee table, and stops sharply at the sight of him with the photos all around him. “Put those back!” she shrieks. “You knew Snape?” he shrieks back. Petunia rears back, apopletic. “You know Snape?” “Yeah, I know Snape,” Harry yells back. “He’s my Potions professor, that greasy git. How do you know Snape?” Petunia sinks onto the couch. “That--awful boy,” she says falteringly. “A teacher? At your school?” She puts her hand over her mouth. “He hated it there, he’s went back to teach?” Harry says, “Yeah. We hate him too.” Petunia begins to laugh. “Bastard,” she says, chortling, “serves him right. I always thought he’d end up teaching chemistry, or in prison. I suppose your Headmaster made him one of those offers you can’t refuse, like he did with me. I never wanted you, I hope you know.” “Believe me,” Harry says wearily, “I picked up on that early on, thanks.” Aunt Petunia yells at him for nosing into her family’s business and Harry heroically resists the urge to inform her that it’s his family too, and instead keeps the photos of his mother stealthily hidden in his pocket. When she’s done, he rushes to his room, pulls out a piece of parchment and a quill, and writes a simple sentence: “Snape knew my mom?” He sends it off to Dumbledore. This complicates the whole Prophecy bullshit he told him about, and he wants answers. Hedwig knows how to charm them out of people, too. She won’t peck the Headmaster, but she sure will be cute. Sure enough, two hours later--or however long it takes for an owl to fly from Surrey to an unknown part of rural Scotland--the doorbell rings. Harry rushes downstairs and throws open the door. He falters. It’s not Dumbledore. “Mr. Potter,” Snape sneers. He’s wearing muggle clothes, black jeans that actually fit him, a band t-shirt, and a blazer with its sleeves rolled up. Harry blinks. Snape likes the Clash? Snape likes things? “I have been told to take you on a walk.” Harry says, “Uh. Do you have that in writing?” Snape’s a Death Eater, after all. He doesn’t want to die. Snape grabs his shoulder and pulls him out of the house. He closes the door. Harry yelps. “Rest assured while I have no interest in ending your idiocy as of yet,” Snape hisses. “Now, to walk. This way.” Sharply he turns, and Harry runs to catch up. “You wrote the Headmaster.” “You knew my mom!” Harry says. He pulls out the photos from pocket and fans them out like a hand of cards. “For your whole childhood! And my age, too!” “Obviously,” Snape sneers. He snatches the photos from him and scrutinizes each snapshot. His scowl deepens. In Potions class, this would be a sign to get out of blast range. Unfortunately, the only thing around to hide behind is a street lamp and a hedge, and Harry’s pretty sure Snape can get around that. Snape snorts when he gets the Weaver photo. “Your aunt kept these? She hated your mother--and me.” It’s on the tip of his tongue to say, “Well, you’re not very likeable. Sir.” With truly heroic, Gryffindor-standard effort, Harry restrains himself. He shrugs instead. He wants information. He’ll have to tap into whatever Slytherin qualities the Sorting Hat identified in him to get it. Snape says finally, “I grew up across the river from your mother. She was my friend. Then we went our separate ways.” “Well, you called her a Mudblood,” Harry says. “I mean, of course she’d stop talking to you.” “Do not say that word,” Snape hisses. Harry mentally kicks himself. He shouldn’t have brought up the Pensieve incident--except, ravenously, he wants to know everything about the Pensieve incident. Dumbledore sent him there, to answer his questions. He’s got nothing to lose by asking. Snape’s gonna lose his shit anyway. “Yeah, sorry,” Harry says, annoyed. He stops under a lamp post. Dusk is coming on thick, and even on Privet Drive, it’s turning to a pretty night. Snape crosses his arms and looks at him sardonically. He is sneering, preparing to spit his usual venom, but Harry persists, “How’d all that even happen? I mean, clearly my dad was a bit of a prick--I don’t know what she saw in him--” “Potter,” Snape says. “Shut up.” Harry holds his hands up. “Fine. We won’t talk about it. But you and my mother were friends. No one tells me anything about her. It’s like she had nobody but--you, I guess, and my dad. They just say I have her eyes. It’s almost my birthday, uh, Professor.” He adds the title and the respect a little thick. Snape is unamused. “Aunt Petunia just says she was a showoff. What was she really like?” Snape says, “Your aunt’s right, she was a showoff. But she was barely more than a child when she was killed. She never got the time to grow out of it. Dumbledore sent me, Potter. I’m supposed to bring you to the Weasleys. But I am not dealing with your aunt’s histrionics. Bring your things and meet me the block over. I’m parked over there.” He points at the rather nondescript gray car. “I’ll answer your questions on the drive over. You will not mention this to anyone, particularly your little friends.” It sounds sketchy, but Harry’s willing to do it just for the rumors that will circulate around the neighborhood as they see him sneaking into a strange man’s car with a wooden trunk and a bird cage. Harry darts back home and drags his things down the street and piles them into Snape’s car. Funny thought, that--that Snape has a car, and a driver’s license. He goes in for the back first, to sit with Hedwig, but Snape snaps, “I am not your chauffeur!” so he returns to the front seat. He eyes him warily as he steps in. Snape does not look at him, but sorts through a pile of CDs. “You do a lot of driving?” Harry asks disbelievingly. Snape’s nostril twitch in reply. He pulls out a battered case--The Who. He puts it in, starts the car, and there they go, driving away from Privet Drive. This is not the most surreal thing that has ever happened to Harry. He’s watched a baby hatch into a man out of a cauldron before, and listened to the whispers of the dead, and ridden on an invisible horse, as well as a broom. But Snape is serene, tapping his long, skinny fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. Harry sneezes. The car stinks of weed. “Are you high?” Harry asks. Snape says, “To deal with you during my time off--there is no other way.” He looks at him suddenly. “Get the map. I haven’t driven through Devonshire in years. When does the road merge?” Harry shuffles through the hatbox of the car, shoving aside a pair of leather gloves, a pack of cigarettes, and a spare wand. He pulls out the map and looks at it despairingly. “What, Potter? Can’t read a map?” Harry says, “Uh. Think we drove past it. Sir.” Snape curses and does a U-town, flipping off the cars that beep in their wake. Harry is beginning to get a little scared. Snape hates him, that’s obvious, and sometimes he thinks he wants to kill him. He really doesn’t want to die in a car crash, he can just imagine the headlines. Eventually Snape gets them on their way, nasty and irritated. They detangle the suburban streets and drive into the night, getting out of the suburban tarmac into the muddy rural. When Harry tries to ask a question, Snape turns up the music. They listen to “Baba O’Riley” three times. Harry stays silent the whole time, afraid. His mother wrote this on the back of the photograph, after all, maybe there’s a subliminal message here. She wanted to go. Harry wonders, but where to? The end of Avada, a flash of green light. Maybe a car crash would have been better, more glamorous, like Princess Diana. What would she have even thought of that? Harry musters up the courage. He says, “She wrote about this on the back of one of the photographs. 1976, weavers.” He puts it on the dashboard, and Snape, keeping one hand on the wheel, picks it up and glances at it. His expression, already sour, curdles. “What does that mean?” “Tuney doesn’t talk about her childhood much, does she?” Snape remarks. He faces the road and misses the exit they were supposed to turn onto. Harry puts his hand into his other pocket and surreptitiously takes ahold of his wand. Snape’s probably not trying to kill him, but as Moody--well, fake-Moody says, “Constant vigilance!” He keeps his mouth shut. Snape’s always been garrulous, using ten words when three would suffice, and cramming as many syllables into them as he can. Hermione once despaired that lectures with him were like a speech class. It was all about the enunciation. Finally, Snape says, “We grew up in a textile town. Most of the men worked at the factory, until it closed. They were the weavers, and we were too, if it weren’t for magic.” “You’re not muggleborn!” Harry says, alarmed. “How--” “No,” Snape says. “I am not answering any questions about myself, Potter.” He veers sharply on the road, finally getting them back on track. By Harry’s reckoning, they’ve got about a half hour left. He sinks in his seat, sullen. “So what about my mum?” he asks. “Did she like--weaving? Growing up in the town? What was she like?” Snape says, “No, no, and--young, because she was young. Headstrong. Sarcastic. She didn’t suffer fools, until she did.” Harry says, “My father wasn’t a fool!” “Your father used to run around school grounds with a fully transformed werewolf.” Harry has to say, maybe his father was a bit of a fool, after all. He does not, though, have to say all that aloud. He says, “Sarcastic?” Snape says, “I think much of her wit went above her Housemates’ heads. They always said she was kind. That was not my experience. She was extraordinarily righteous, and outspoken, and strict with herself and everyone around her. To the point where one wondered how anyone could measure up to Saint Lily’s grandiose proclamations.” The CD ends, finally, and Snape clicks a button. He seems amused. “Lupin didn’t like her much, and she didn’t like Sirius. I am not surprised they avoid talking about her.” Eyes on the road, he goes through the electronic piles by touch, and pulls out a tape. He sticks it in. Harry blinks. It’s the Velvet Underground now, “All Tomorrow’s Parties.” “What costume shall the poor girl wear,” the car radio warbles, “to all tomorrow’s parties?” Harry says, “They said she was kind.” “Perhaps she was to them. She was always demanding of me, and I do not call that kind.” “You called her a Mudblood.” Snape says wearily, “And no one has ever let me forget it, twenty-one long years later. Righteous, and demanding, and strict--but never kind.” “Yeah, well, you joined the Death Eaters, too.” Snape laughs suddenly, sharply, bitterly. “Much worse than calling someone a slur. And I have spent the rest of my life repenting of it.” They’re in Devon now, getting close to the end. Harry’s gotten used to the smell and he’s enjoying the music now, even though he thinks it’s a little sad. He wonders if Snape is thinking about himself, or his mother, and if his mother would’ve liked this song. It’s the first time he’s ever heard someone talk about her like a person, not a saint, and he wants more. He wants to see her be mean--meaner, he guesses, than what he saw in the Pensieve. He wants to see her being too hard on herself and snapping back for justice, whatever she thought justice was. But she’s dead, and he’s only six years younger than she was when she died. That’s an insane thought. In six years, if Voldemort doesn’t kill him, he’ll be the same age as his mother when she died. Maybe he’ll be even older. He looks at Snape, who is meditative, hands relaxed on the steering wheel. Snape’s watching the road. He looks not-old for once, not angry or sour or raging. He just looks like a guy approaching middle-age, who’s tired, who’s thinking about the past. Harry thinks, he’s not really ugly when he lets his face be. Maybe he’s thinking not-ugly thoughts. Melancholy makes a person look human. Snape doesn’t seem like a Potions professor in this car--just sad. They pull through the town of Ottery St. Catchpole and Snape stops at a park. He looks at Harry directly and says, “Your mother...she was more than her eyes. She was an extraordinarily vibrant young woman, who died too young, who had plans for herself and everyone around her. You’re nothing like her. No one is. There was only ever one Lily Evans, and we wouldn’t want anymore.” Harry gets out of the car and clambers to the boot of the car, getting his trunk and rattling Hedwig’s cage as he goes. She squawks at him, outraged, and he smiles at her affronted dignity. He’d thank Snape for telling him all this, but he doesn’t think he deserves it, because he only did it on Dumbledore’s orders. He gestures with the cage that he’s heading to the Burrow now. “Uh, bye then,” Harry says. He doesn’t necessarily want to wish him a safe trip. He gets five paces before Snape stops him. “Potter!” Harry turns back. Snape is standing in front of the car, illuminated in the headlights. His wand is up. Harry drops Hedwig’s cage, going for his own, but Snape is faster. “Obliviate!”The days are hot and dusty and Harry is left roving the same suburban streets, bored as hell, as the Dursleys pretend nothing is wrong and everyone he knows acts the same. Voldemort’s back, and he wants to kill him. His godfather’s dead. No one wants to talk about Cedric, and he doesn’t even know how to talk about Cedric, even if anybody knew to ask. Harry just walks, and kicks at fluttery bits of newspaper littering the ground, and tries not to let the heat sour his mood. When Aunt Petunia’s busy at the neighbor’s garden parties, Harry steals into the living room and starts going through the photo albums. Why, he’s not so sure, he just wants to know, to see, to remember that there was a past before Hogwarts, and so he flips through grotesque faded photos of Dudley and Uncle Vernon eating cake with him a shadow cut in half, just barely in view. These were not happy days, but Harry’s not sure he’s ever had any of those. It was fun laughing with Sirius and Ron and Hermione and the Twins sometimes, and he feels free and devoid of all this heavy thoughts on a broom. He finishes one photo album, slots it back in the shelf, and pulls out another. This one is older--before he was born. Maybe he’ll find a photo of his mother in it. He flips through time, ignoring a wedding photo--after his grandparents’ deaths--and polaroids of truly soul-crushing dates. He laughs at the bad hair, though he knows he of all people shouldn’t point fingers. Finally, he reaches his aunt’s teenage years, and he hopes he’ll find his mother there. It’s a weird thought, that his mother was barely more than a teenager when she was killed. She was only twenty when she had him. He’s almost sixteen now. He can’t imagine that, the pressure of having a baby with a target on its back in the middle of a war, and he wishes desperately he could know what she was like. Sirius didn’t like to talk about her, and Lupin talks in circles about everything. He wishes there was someone he could ask. He finds a photo of her laughing with a boy who is not his father, who’s got his long black hair and a hand thrown up, too, covering his face. She’s about his age in this photo, or a bit older. Carefully he slides it out of the plastic. There’s writing on the back: “Weavers, Sev & Lily, 1976. to Baba O’Riley and the rest of our lives!!” The writing is familiar, spidery, almost indecipherable, and he squints because it reminds him of someone, it’s strangely familiar, and then he drops the photo in shock. Because he knows: that’s Severus Snape. Rapidly now he flips through the pages. There’s one of his bright-eyed mother with a sullen-looking boy with a big nose and greasy hair, glowering at the camera as she laughs. There’s even one of her and Petunia and him all together, sitting in someone’s garden, and Snape is wearing too-big jeans and a stained t-shirt, staring solemnly at the camera. Now that he’s seen it he can’t unsee it. Aunt Petunia comes clattering in, throwing her keys onto the coffee table, and stops sharply at the sight of him with the photos all around him. “Put those back!” she shrieks. “You knew Snape?” he shrieks back. Petunia rears back, apopletic. “You know Snape?” “Yeah, I know Snape,” Harry yells back. “He’s my Potions professor, that greasy git. How do you know Snape?” Petunia sinks onto the couch. “That--awful boy,” she says falteringly. “A teacher? At your school?” She puts her hand over her mouth. “He hated it there, he’s went back to teach?” Harry says, “Yeah. We hate him too.” Petunia begins to laugh. “Bastard,” she says, chortling, “serves him right. I always thought he’d end up teaching chemistry, or in prison. I suppose your Headmaster made him one of those offers you can’t refuse, like he did with me. I never wanted you, I hope you know.” “Believe me,” Harry says wearily, “I picked up on that early on, thanks.” Aunt Petunia yells at him for nosing into her family’s business and Harry heroically resists the urge to inform her that it’s his family too, and instead keeps the photos of his mother stealthily hidden in his pocket. When she’s done, he rushes to his room, pulls out a piece of parchment and a quill, and writes a simple sentence: “Snape knew my mom?” He sends it off to Dumbledore. This complicates the whole Prophecy bullshit he told him about, and he wants answers. Hedwig knows how to charm them out of people, too. She won’t peck the Headmaster, but she sure will be cute. Sure enough, two hours later--or however long it takes for an owl to fly from Surrey to an unknown part of rural Scotland--the doorbell rings. Harry rushes downstairs and throws open the door. He falters. It’s not Dumbledore. “Mr. Potter,” Snape sneers. He’s wearing muggle clothes, black jeans that actually fit him, a band t-shirt, and a blazer with its sleeves rolled up. Harry blinks. Snape likes the Clash? Snape likes things? “I have been told to take you on a walk.” Harry says, “Uh. Do you have that in writing?” Snape’s a Death Eater, after all. He doesn’t want to die. Snape grabs his shoulder and pulls him out of the house. He closes the door. Harry yelps. “Rest assured while I have no interest in ending your idiocy as of yet,” Snape hisses. “Now, to walk. This way.” Sharply he turns, and Harry runs to catch up. “You wrote the Headmaster.” “You knew my mom!” Harry says. He pulls out the photos from pocket and fans them out like a hand of cards. “For your whole childhood! And my age, too!” “Obviously,” Snape sneers. He snatches the photos from him and scrutinizes each snapshot. His scowl deepens. In Potions class, this would be a sign to get out of blast range. Unfortunately, the only thing around to hide behind is a street lamp and a hedge, and Harry’s pretty sure Snape can get around that. Snape snorts when he gets the Weaver photo. “Your aunt kept these? She hated your mother--and me.” It’s on the tip of his tongue to say, “Well, you’re not very likeable. Sir.” With truly heroic, Gryffindor-standard effort, Harry restrains himself. He shrugs instead. He wants information. He’ll have to tap into whatever Slytherin qualities the Sorting Hat identified in him to get it. Snape says finally, “I grew up across the river from your mother. She was my friend. Then we went our separate ways.” “Well, you called her a Mudblood,” Harry says. “I mean, of course she’d stop talking to you.” “Do not say that word,” Snape hisses. Harry mentally kicks himself. He shouldn’t have brought up the Pensieve incident--except, ravenously, he wants to know everything about the Pensieve incident. Dumbledore sent him there, to answer his questions. He’s got nothing to lose by asking. Snape’s gonna lose his shit anyway. “Yeah, sorry,” Harry says, annoyed. He stops under a lamp post. Dusk is coming on thick, and even on Privet Drive, it’s turning to a pretty night. Snape crosses his arms and looks at him sardonically. He is sneering, preparing to spit his usual venom, but Harry persists, “How’d all that even happen? I mean, clearly my dad was a bit of a prick--I don’t know what she saw in him--” “Potter,” Snape says. “Shut up.” Harry holds his hands up. “Fine. We won’t talk about it. But you and my mother were friends. No one tells me anything about her. It’s like she had nobody but--you, I guess, and my dad. They just say I have her eyes. It’s almost my birthday, uh, Professor.” He adds the title and the respect a little thick. Snape is unamused. “Aunt Petunia just says she was a showoff. What was she really like?” Snape says, “Your aunt’s right, she was a showoff. But she was barely more than a child when she was killed. She never got the time to grow out of it. Dumbledore sent me, Potter. I’m supposed to bring you to the Weasleys. But I am not dealing with your aunt’s histrionics. Bring your things and meet me the block over. I’m parked over there.” He points at the rather nondescript gray car. “I’ll answer your questions on the drive over. You will not mention this to anyone, particularly your little friends.” It sounds sketchy, but Harry’s willing to do it just for the rumors that will circulate around the neighborhood as they see him sneaking into a strange man’s car with a wooden trunk and a bird cage. Harry darts back home and drags his things down the street and piles them into Snape’s car. Funny thought, that--that Snape has a car, and a driver’s license. He goes in for the back first, to sit with Hedwig, but Snape snaps, “I am not your chauffeur!” so he returns to the front seat. He eyes him warily as he steps in. Snape does not look at him, but sorts through a pile of CDs. “You do a lot of driving?” Harry asks disbelievingly. Snape’s nostril twitch in reply. He pulls out a battered case--The Who. He puts it in, starts the car, and there they go, driving away from Privet Drive. This is not the most surreal thing that has ever happened to Harry. He’s watched a baby hatch into a man out of a cauldron before, and listened to the whispers of the dead, and ridden on an invisible horse, as well as a broom. But Snape is serene, tapping his long, skinny fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. Harry sneezes. The car stinks of weed. “Are you high?” Harry asks. Snape says, “To deal with you during my time off--there is no other way.” He looks at him suddenly. “Get the map. I haven’t driven through Devonshire in years. When does the road merge?” Harry shuffles through the hatbox of the car, shoving aside a pair of leather gloves, a pack of cigarettes, and a spare wand. He pulls out the map and looks at it despairingly. “What, Potter? Can’t read a map?” Harry says, “Uh. Think we drove past it. Sir.” Snape curses and does a U-town, flipping off the cars that beep in their wake. Harry is beginning to get a little scared. Snape hates him, that’s obvious, and sometimes he thinks he wants to kill him. He really doesn’t want to die in a car crash, he can just imagine the headlines. Eventually Snape gets them on their way, nasty and irritated. They detangle the suburban streets and drive into the night, getting out of the suburban tarmac into the muddy rural. When Harry tries to ask a question, Snape turns up the music. They listen to “Baba O’Riley” three times. Harry stays silent the whole time, afraid. His mother wrote this on the back of the photograph, after all, maybe there’s a subliminal message here. She wanted to go. Harry wonders, but where to? The end of Avada, a flash of green light. Maybe a car crash would have been better, more glamorous, like Princess Diana. What would she have even thought of that? Harry musters up the courage. He says, “She wrote about this on the back of one of the photographs. 1976, weavers.” He puts it on the dashboard, and Snape, keeping one hand on the wheel, picks it up and glances at it. His expression, already sour, curdles. “What does that mean?” “Tuney doesn’t talk about her childhood much, does she?” Snape remarks. He faces the road and misses the exit they were supposed to turn onto. Harry puts his hand into his other pocket and surreptitiously takes ahold of his wand. Snape’s probably not trying to kill him, but as Moody--well, fake-Moody says, “Constant vigilance!” He keeps his mouth shut. Snape’s always been garrulous, using ten words when three would suffice, and cramming as many syllables into them as he can. Hermione once despaired that lectures with him were like a speech class. It was all about the enunciation. Finally, Snape says, “We grew up in a textile town. Most of the men worked at the factory, until it closed. They were the weavers, and we were too, if it weren’t for magic.” “You’re not muggleborn!” Harry says, alarmed. “How--” “No,” Snape says. “I am not answering any questions about myself, Potter.” He veers sharply on the road, finally getting them back on track. By Harry’s reckoning, they’ve got about a half hour left. He sinks in his seat, sullen. “So what about my mum?” he asks. “Did she like--weaving? Growing up in the town? What was she like?” Snape says, “No, no, and--young, because she was young. Headstrong. Sarcastic. She didn’t suffer fools, until she did.” Harry says, “My father wasn’t a fool!” “Your father used to run around school grounds with a fully transformed werewolf.” Harry has to say, maybe his father was a bit of a fool, after all. He does not, though, have to say all that aloud. He says, “Sarcastic?” Snape says, “I think much of her wit went above her Housemates’ heads. They always said she was kind. That was not my experience. She was extraordinarily righteous, and outspoken, and strict with herself and everyone around her. To the point where one wondered how anyone could measure up to Saint Lily’s grandiose proclamations.” The CD ends, finally, and Snape clicks a button. He seems amused. “Lupin didn’t like her much, and she didn’t like Sirius. I am not surprised they avoid talking about her.” Eyes on the road, he goes through the electronic piles by touch, and pulls out a tape. He sticks it in. Harry blinks. It’s the Velvet Underground now, “All Tomorrow’s Parties.” “What costume shall the poor girl wear,” the car radio warbles, “to all tomorrow’s parties?” Harry says, “They said she was kind.” “Perhaps she was to them. She was always demanding of me, and I do not call that kind.” “You called her a Mudblood.” Snape says wearily, “And no one has ever let me forget it, twenty-one long years later. Righteous, and demanding, and strict--but never kind.” “Yeah, well, you joined the Death Eaters, too.” Snape laughs suddenly, sharply, bitterly. “Much worse than calling someone a slur. And I have spent the rest of my life repenting of it.” They’re in Devon now, getting close to the end. Harry’s gotten used to the smell and he’s enjoying the music now, even though he thinks it’s a little sad. He wonders if Snape is thinking about himself, or his mother, and if his mother would’ve liked this song. It’s the first time he’s ever heard someone talk about her like a person, not a saint, and he wants more. He wants to see her be mean--meaner, he guesses, than what he saw in the Pensieve. He wants to see her being too hard on herself and snapping back for justice, whatever she thought justice was. But she’s dead, and he’s only six years younger than she was when she died. That’s an insane thought. In six years, if Voldemort doesn’t kill him, he’ll be the same age as his mother when she died. Maybe he’ll be even older. He looks at Snape, who is meditative, hands relaxed on the steering wheel. Snape’s watching the road. He looks not-old for once, not angry or sour or raging. He just looks like a guy approaching middle-age, who’s tired, who’s thinking about the past. Harry thinks, he’s not really ugly when he lets his face be. Maybe he’s thinking not-ugly thoughts. Melancholy makes a person look human. Snape doesn’t seem like a Potions professor in this car--just sad. They pull through the town of Ottery St. Catchpole and Snape stops at a park. He looks at Harry directly and says, “Your mother...she was more than her eyes. She was an extraordinarily vibrant young woman, who died too young, who had plans for herself and everyone around her. You’re nothing like her. No one is. There was only ever one Lily Evans, and we wouldn’t want anymore.” Harry gets out of the car and clambers to the boot of the car, getting his trunk and rattling Hedwig’s cage as he goes. She squawks at him, outraged, and he smiles at her affronted dignity. He’d thank Snape for telling him all this, but he doesn’t think he deserves it, because he only did it on Dumbledore’s orders. He gestures with the cage that he’s heading to the Burrow now. “Uh, bye then,” Harry says. He doesn’t necessarily want to wish him a safe trip. He gets five paces before Snape stops him. “Potter!” Harry turns back. Snape is standing in front of the car, illuminated in the headlights. His wand is up. Harry drops Hedwig’s cage, going for his own, but Snape is faster. “Obliviate!”

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trufflerabbit13 · 4 years ago

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A Dove’s Ripped Wings | Prologue

Prologue:

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THIRD PERSON P.O.V.

Volleyball was part of Ibato Chiaki's life before she could even walk. Instead of a teddy bear, she slept with a round, fluffy, cotton stuffed ball that was colored blue and yellow. Her pajamas consisted of old, no longer used uniforms from all three of her older brothers plus her own father. Her present for her very first birthday was a specially ordered volleyball jersey with Ibato #4 written on the back, something each of her brothers also had with their own numbers. Her parents even had it, only theirs' were labeled Mom and Dad on it. If someone asked who her favorite cartoon character was, she would instantly respond with Vabo-chan, a volleyball mascot which wasn't even considered a cartoon character.

It was inevitable, seeing as every single person in her family had something to do with the sport. Her own father, Ibato Hiroto, was a former representative athlete for Japan who played in the Olympics, now a coach at a male Division 1 team. Her mother, Ibato Minako, was a physical therapist who worked closely with athletes that represented Japan. Her older brothers, the eldest Ibato Minato, had played the sport throughout his life. And the same for the twins, Ibato Taiga and Ibato Kouga.

When Chiaki was born, her mother was delighted, relieved that she had finally gotten a female in the family. She had expected frills, dress up, and gossips, something she craved from her only daughter.

Chiaki's presence was surprising and unexpected, it had already been four years since she had given birth to the twins. Minako had thought she was done, however, while not planned, Chiaki was nonetheless a blessing that the mother of three boys had desperately wanted. But before she could initiate all the daughter and mother bonding she had planned, from right underneath her nose, her husband and sons had dragged little Chiaki into the courts.

And before Minako could do anything, Chiaki was in love with the sport. The little brunette with droopy grey eyes followed after her brothers, constantly watching them play and joining whenever she was allowed.

While Minako was slightly bitter about it, Hiroto laughed and cheered in glee. Of course, his little princess was going to play volleyball. And he was sure she was going to be good at it having three older brothers and him teaching her personally.

And hell, did she become good at it.

"Aki-senpai! It's all thanks to you we won nationals again this year! Like did you see the last spike? It went like 'whoosh!' And then 'Kaboom!' The opponent team didn't even know what hit them! Of course, it's expected from our ace and captain, but it was so awesome!" One of Chiaki's underclassmen gleefully cheered. Others chimed in agreement, happy smiles painted on their faces as they walked in a group.

Chiaki only smiled in response, her droopy eyes watching her teammates fondly as they spoke, all of them in a good mood with the victory of today's game.

"The boys gotta step up their games, maybe we girls should teach you some tricks. Kanoka-senpai, don't you agree?" In a teasing tone, the libero of the team Takahashi Misaki, a second-year girl, questioned as she playfully nudged the boy who walked beside her.

In response, the spiky raven-haired second year, Kindaichi Yūtarō scowled, shoving her back playfully, "no way. I won't learn crap from a shorty like you! Don't you think we're doing just fine, Kanoka-senpai?"

The short-haired female who walked beside Chiaki was slightly taken aback that she was suddenly dragged into the conversation. She swiftly turned around with her round eyes widened. She looked between her libero and the boy who spoke to her. Chiaki watched with amusement as her vice-captain stuttered, struggling to find the right words.

"U-Um, I think you're doing very well, K-Kindaichi-kun... B-But improvement is always something we should strive for...." Amanai Kanoka muttered, her cheeks tinting a slight pink, embarrassed with all the eyes on her.

Seeing this, the boy with his hair parted in the middle hit Kindaichi, a small frown on his face. "Stop causing trouble to Kanoka-senpai. And don't be too loud, remember you're not the main today. We're here to celebrate the girls' team's victory and officially send off the third years that are graduating soon." While having an indifferent expression, Kunimi Akira had a brief look of sadness in his eyes as he looked at all of the third years that walked with them.

In response, Kindaichi whined, "I know, Kunimi! But man, the last game was so quick! I'm glad the girls were able to win against their opponent without any issues. Especially because of who they were. Shukho Middle School, right?"

At his words, everyone became quiet, a worried look appearing on all of their faces. Chiaki is quick to notice, her eyebrows furrowing for a split second as she looked at her friends in question. None of them see her gaze and silent confusion, all of them seem to be thinking about the same things. Chiaki, on the other hand, is as clueless as she was a minute ago and finally looks at the boy who was silently walking beside her.

"Tobi-kun, what is everyone talking about?" Chiaki softly questions, speaking up for the first time. This immediately catches everyone's attention, including Kageyama Tobio, a second-year who walked beside her.

"I don't know, Aki-senpai. I'm just hungry," the dark-haired boy comments, seeming to be eager to hurry to the Okonomiyaki place they have a reservation at.

Kindaichi gasps, his eyes wide, "of course, it's expected that Kageyama wouldn't know, but you too, Aki-senpai? There's been a bad rumor going around that Shukho's team is associated with bad people and have caused issues with their past opponents."

Kanoka nods in agreement as Chiaki shifts her gray gaze to her fellow Wing Spiker, the short-haired girl adding on. "Y-Yeah... While it's only a floating rumor, I've heard many people talking about it at the tournament. Some of them were saying that Shukho's captain's boyfriend is a high school student that is part of a local yakuza group. And words say, he has threatened the opponent teams, and that's why they were able to become the finalist with us..." Kanoka's eyes widened in fear as she wrapped her arms around her body, hugging herself for comfort.

Kageyama, who was listening, snorted as he rolled his eyes nonchalantly, "that explains why they were so weak... They're just cowards," the boy grumbled, making a face of distaste.

This makes Kindaichi glare at his teammate, sending him a stink eye. "Well, yeah. But if the rumors are true, isn't it scary?! Like I wouldn't want anything to do with any yakuza. When we were watching on the stands, even from where I was, I could see how much the opponent team was glaring at Aki-senpai! So scary..." The boy dramatically shivered, earning a small laugh from everyone else.

Silently, Chiaki was in her own mind, thinking about Kindaichi's words. I just assumed I was just imagining they were glaring a lot, but I guess it was not just me thinking that... But I can't even remember the opponent team's captain's face, although we shook hands. Chiaki hummed as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "It's okay, Kindaichi-kun. There's nothing to be scared about, the game is over, and they didn't do anything to us in the end," the brunette speaks gently as she sends a smile at the slightly shorter boy. In response, Kindaichi's cheeks flushed, seeming to be a bit embarrassed under the older girl's gaze.

During this time, the girls all send a disbelieving look to their captain. The libero smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand and stopped walking, catching Chiaki's attention.

"Aki-senpai! Are you serious? When we all went to the restroom, they picked a fight with us!" Misaki exclaimed, making Chiaki tilt her head to the side in silent confusion.

Her reaction makes the girls all sigh, some of them shaking their heads.

"Aki-chan, they kinda confronted you," Kanoka spoke to her friend with concern in her round eyes, "remember, the captain was like, 'it would really be a shame if one of you guys got seriously injured.' I think that was a threat."

The other girls nod in agreement while Chiaki only blinks, pursing her lips. "I thought they were just saying that for idle talk. I didn't even realize they were our opponents."

This makes everyone sweat drop, looking at the tall female in disbelief.

Misaki snorts as she shakes her head, "no, it was definitely a threat. When you agreed to her and thanked her for her concern, her face was so scary. It was like an ogre!"

This makes everyone laugh, the atmosphere becoming a slightly bit more pleasant.

"Either way, in the end, Kitagawa Daiichi won. We shouldn't be concerned about what happened," Chiaki comments, smiling at her team, who nods in agreement.

However, Chiaki's gaze shifts to her side as a hand tugs on her jacket lightly. The brunette turns her attention to the raven-haired boy who sent her a look of concern.

"You still need to be careful, Aki-senpai," Kageyama grumbles, letting go of her jacket quickly.

Chiaki's grey eyes narrowed fondly at the slightly shorter boy, her hand landing on his head and affectionately ruffling it although he released a whine of a complaint as his cheeks flushed.

"S-Senpai! Please stop it! I'm not a child!" Kageyama groaned, ducking away from his senior, who only had a small smile on her face.

"Only when you grow taller than me, Tobi-kun. You'll soon exceed my 176 cm (5'8 ft), and I won't be able to do this," Chiaki gently sent Kageyama a smile that made his cheeks tint a darker pink as he looked away.

The conversation between the middle school students carried on as Chiaki silently listened to them. However, at the light they were waiting, the female feels a familiar buzz in her pocket, letting her know she received a text message.

Looking at her screen, a smile spreads across her face as she sees the sender, swiftly reading what he said.

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Hajime-senpai: Congrats on winning for the girls. Kusokawa and I were watching at the stadium. Are you guys going to the okonomiyaki place as usual? If that's the case, we'll treat the girls for today's victory.

Received: 5:12 pm

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Seeing the bright smile of Chiaki's face, Kageyama looked at her in question, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"Hajime-senpai and Oikawa-senpai said they'll treat the girls to okonomiyaki for their victory," while not loud, Chiaki's voice could be heard to all of them. An immediate ring of cheer from the girls is heard as Chiaki messages Iwaizumi back, her heart swelling as she thought about being able to see her favorite upperclassmen who had graduated last year.

Excited chatters are exchanged by everyone, many of them thrilled about being able to see their graduated senpais again.

"Both of them go to Seijoh right now, right? Most people who went to Kitagawa Daiichi ends up going there. Man, I heard they're both on the starting team already!" Kindaichi comments excitedly, a bounce to his step at the prospect of being able to ask questions related to volleyball in high school to his former senpais.

Kunimi nods in agreement as his gaze shifts to the two third-years who walk near him. "Talking about senpais and highschool, Kanoka-senpai, Aki-senpai, have you two decided which high school you'll be going to next year?"

The two girls share brief eye contact, knowing the answers to the question seeing as they've both discussed this exact topic to each other in the last few weeks.

"While Seijoh was also a choice, I decided I'll go to Niiyama Girls' High, they have a pretty strong volleyball team there," Kanoka explains with a bright smile. "And it's fairly close to where I live, so it's convenient."

At her explanation, many of them nod in understanding. Their gaze turns to the female who walks beside Kanoka, Chiaki nodding at the information. "I was also thinking about Niiyama as an option because of their reputation. However, there were a lot of choices, I've received a lot of scholarship offers. Some were even from out of the prefectures like Inarizaki and Itachiyama. Seijoh also gave me one. But in the end, I decided that I'll go to Shiratorizawa because they gave me the best offer and it's still fairly close by," the brunette calmly explained. "While it's inconvenient that it's mandatory to live in one of the numerous dormitories they have, Shiratorizawa really is an amazing school. Both academically as well as for the sports program they have. And my twin brothers went there a couple of years ago, and they both told me how powerful their volleyball team is."

"Wow! Isn't their entrance exam super hard?" Misaki questioned with her eyes shining in excitement and awe at the information her captain shares with them.

Chiaki nodded with a small smile. Her teammates didn't miss the way their captain's eyes shined brightly, not being able to hide the excitement as they talked about her future school.

Many of them start talking about their dream high school, and Chiaki silently listens to all of them with a fond smile. Especially Kageyama, as he uncharacteristically begins to explain why Shiratorizawa was the school he wanted to go to.

They're all walking down a small road, nearing where their favorite okonomiyaki place is located. While the street was big enough for all of them to walk together, when a car comes, they're all forced to shuffle to the side. While inconvenient, they walk in a single file line for a brief moment before stretching out again when the car moves on. Kageyama is still eagerly talking, and while the other seemed to be getting a bit tired at his endless rant, Chiaki intently listened to her underclassmen. However, her attention shifts away from him when her ear catches the sound of a scream. It wasn't loud, and many of her friends don't seem to have heard it and continue to walk as they converse.

The brunette briefly turns back, and her eyes widened in surprise as she sees a motorcyclist speed down the road, almost hitting other pedestrians who dodge with yelps of surprises. By then, the engine's loud sound makes most of them turn back and move out of the way in shock.

Except for Kageyama, who was still busily speaking.

Chiaki's hand shot out quickly, grasping Kageyama's jacket roughly and pulling him out of the way of the speeding vehicle. The female could hear her own heart in her ears, a sigh of relief escaping her lips as she sees that the boy is perfectly fine although looking a bit pale.

What she and none of her fellow schoolmates expected next was for the motorcycle to do a swift u-turn, speeding back at them at an alarming pace. It takes another second for Chiaki to realize that the motorcyclist was aiming for them on purpose.

It happens in just a second. Chiaki was moving quicker than anyone else, the others only realizing then that the motorcyclist was aiming to hit them. To the young captain, it almost felt like it was happening in slow motion. Her hands and arms stretched forward and shoving Misaki, who was on the motorcycle's direct path. Chiaki can only briefly see the female she pushed falls to the floor, rolling away from the vehicle that was about to crash into her.

It takes only another second for her own body to feel the impact, and then the pain that shoots down her whole right side of her body. And then everything was happening so fast as if it didn't feel like slow motion a mere second ago.

The loud scream is deafening, and Chiaki wasn't sure if it came out of her own or her teammates' and friends' mouths.

The second impact is from the floor. Her shoulder and head smacked into the cold concrete ground, her body bouncing like a rag doll and rolling a couple of times before coming to an abrupt stop. The brunette could no longer feel her legs or arms, her mouth opening, and closing, although no sounds came out.

Black dots appeared in Chiaki's sight. She wheezed, desperately trying to suck air into her lungs. She isn't able to as the taste of salty copper fills her mouth as she gurgles, it dripping down the side of her lips at the movement. The warmth of her own blood on her skin is a drastic difference to the winter air of February that bites into her cheek.

Even with her blurry gaze, she recognized the panic-stricken face of Kageyama peering down at her, screaming something. His voice and words didn't reach her ears. Instead, Chiaki's head was filled with high pitch ringing that made her feel nauseous.

The injured female's grey orbs shifts to a new presence that appears in her sight. Beside Kageyama's youthful face, a slightly older boy, Oikawa Tōru, peers down at her.

In the past, she only interacted with Oikawa when Iwaizumi was involved seeing as he was his best friend. But without saying much, Chiaki had a feeling the former Kitagawa Daiichi boy's volleyball captain didn't exactly like her although he always kept a smile on his face. Like her, he probably only tolerated her presence because of Iwaizumi. Chiaki never did like his fake smiles. For that reason, the expression on Oikawa's face as he looked down at her was slightly refreshing. Something different from those fake, unpleasant smiles.

The usually cheeky boy's caramel orbs are filled with fear as he touches her cheek with his hand. Even with a clouded mind, Chiaki could tell it was trembling.

His mouth moves, but Chiaki can't understand him. She blinks once, the black spots increasing even more. And the next time she blinked, everything turned pitch black as she lost consciousness.

A/N

Hey Hey Hey! Welcome to the prologue of A Dove's Ripped Wings!

Being very honest, I know this is a bad idea starting a new fiction for a whole new different anime seeing as I never finish writing for them.... but I lost to the temptation as I finally began watching and reading Haikyuu during this quarantine and summer.

I just fell in love with all these characters, and what can I say, I'm a sucker for sports anime. A real sucker. Anyhow, the disclaimer is Haikyuu does not belong to me, only the OC do along with their character plot. Another disclaimer would be that I have absolutely no experience in volleyball, only playing a little bit when I was like 10 with friends, so as I read the manga and do research, I am learning. So if you find anything wrong in the storyline regarding the sport/game, please forgive me and gently point it out so I can hopefully correct it.

Also, some people may have already noticed but this is two years before the manga/anime plotline, which means all the first years such as Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, are still only in their second year of middle school. And our main protagonist is a third-year middle school student. I will definitely post the picture of character stats, but I can't do that right now without revealing the plot. So we'll probably have to go around ten to fifteen chapters in before that happens.

Another note is, this story is probably going to be similar to a lot of stories you may have read. Like, I'm sure you've all read fanfics of the oc becoming the manager because it's the most convenient way to place a female in a male's team. Honestly, it's nearly impossible to write an extremely original plot in an established story when so many fanfic writers exist. I promise you, I'm not plagiarizing, it's just there are only a few things I can do if I'm following the plot of the anime/manga.

If Haikyuu was a story part of the magic and mythical fantasy world, I'm sure there'll be more original creative things I can add, but sadly it's not like that and to continue to be realistic in their word, what I can write about gets limited. While this story will most likely be canon, I may add more scenes just to help the characters build and create relations, so warning. I'll try my best to make it entertaining!

Also, as of right now, I don't have any shipping in mind, so as the story goes on, I'm gonna have to decide if romance is going to be necessary or not. Tbh, I can't really think about a character to fit our lovely OC Ibato Chiaki as of right now. Maybe we'll figure something out, or there will be a crowd favorite. Okay, I'm lying. There is a character I'm thinking of but honestly, idk if I'll go with it. Gotta see all of you're reactions.

For this specific book, I'm going to aim for around 5.0 k to 6.0 k word count for each chapter so updates may be a bit slow. As of right now, if I'm posting this, it means I probably have a steady amount of chapters already written.

Once again, thank you for taking the time and picking up this book. And I hope you enjoy this ride!

Next update, Chapter 1 | Ripped Wings will be on 2020. 7. 24

-Ember 2020. 7. 10

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fiction-in-my-blood · 4 years ago

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Switching Sides: Part 9 (HLITF)

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If you wanna catch up, Part 8 is right here! Happy reading :)

Premise: Growing up in a life of crime in a Japanese mafia, Atsuko Motomori has seen enough injustice to last her a lifetime. To try and give back to the universe her family has taken so much from, she dreams of being a detective from a young age. Her twin, sharing her disgust for her father and many uncles, just wants an ordinary life away from the crime, paing and suffering. Instead, she wants to be in the spotlight with the soft notes she makes with her cello. In their escape of 2015, on their coming of age birthday, they must split ways, never to be together ever again. If one was found, they didn’t want the other dragged down with them. Atsuko, having changed her name and appearance as best she can without a scalpel, sets off to start her life of car chases and arrests.

Four years in a seemingly dead-end police station in the middle of nowhere, being passed over time after time for promotion, Atsuko finally gets a shot at her dream, having been sent to an academy for the best candidates in the country by her boss who had always kept an eye out for her. After discovering her boss may have made her bite off more than she could chew, Atsuko must become the slave of a dominating instructor!? Who so just happens to be the captain of the most famous police unit in Japan? Not to mention a total knockout! Will Atsuko finally achieve her dream? Or will her new instructor put her through the wringer?

Warnings: Language, Reference to sexual activity, Forceful nature.

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In what my sister said was a safe house, I flopped on a couch of extraordinary quality, my mind racing with thoughts. Was Kaga okay? Would everyone think I was dead? Hopefully, there weren't any security cameras in that alleyway, otherwise, I would’ve gotten caught out.

"That was a close call." Juna sighed out a laugh, handing me a bottle of water for my dried throat. I didn't want to go to the hospital, too nervous the academy would be notified if I was seen or identified. The gorse the paramedic stuck to my head was still there and the bleeding in my mouth had stopped. Although, I could feel my jaw start to swell up. My chest was burning a little from the limited amount of smoke I inhaled, but I would be fine. Hopefully...

I was unresponsive to her comment, nervously rubbing the cloudy plastic in my hand. "You should take a shower. You stink." Noticing I wasn’t really in the mood to talk, Juna showed me an encouraging smile, nudging my arm to kick me out of my own world.

Looking around the apartment as I walked to the door she pointed at, I noticed many picture frames and trinkets from around the world. There were miniature figures of monuments, postcards and handmade jewelry, all presented on the bookshelves. I remembered the sheets of music she used to store in our room as kids and noticed that there were books of scores tucked closely together.

"You really got around, huh?" I commented, crouching in front of the bookcase to see a group photo of her old orchestra. She had a bright smile on her face and looked especially close with the man standing next to her with a horn type of instrument. I was somewhat jealous. I had no memories like this. No friends. No outings. Too scared to let anyone close. Too scared to show people the real me in case they got scared and left me broken. Hell, I didn't even own any sort of camera, not even on my phone. All I had were the memories I held onto. And those were few and far between.

Juna walked up beside me, peering at it. "Yeah." She showed a said smile and her voice croaked. It's hard to leave behind the people in your life after lying to them for so long. I could tell she felt guilty for disappearing out of the blue, but I was just trying to forget all about it.

"It's for their protection, Juna. If they knew..." I led off, not knowing to the full extent what could happen. However, I did know it wouldn't be good.

"I'll get you a change of close." She got up, turning away from the memory before she let her feelings get the better of her.

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After my shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and dried my hair with another.

"Hey, Juna, do you have a toothbrush I can borrow?" I called through the door, settling back into the sisterly comfort we had years ago.

When she didn't respond, however, I furrowed my brows, expecting her to be just outside. Suspicious thoughts flooded my brain and I grabbed the clay soap dish in case I needed to pound someone’s head concave. It wasn't much, but all I had. Her interior design was surprisingly minimalistic.

Slowly, I opened the door, peering into her living room. In the middle of the room, I spotted Juna hugging a man, tears flowing down her face. I sighed at her closed eyes, clutching the man like she might fall off a 60 story building if she even loosened her grip. ‘She knew not to call anyone. What was she thinking?’

"Juna," I growled, lowering my makeshift weapon when I knew there are no threats. She spun around quickly, not expecting me to be there. The man looked just as shocked, looking from my face to hers.

"Katsu, I can explain!" She panicked as I eyed him suspiciously. It was the man from the photo. I crossed my arms.

"You the guy that called me?" I nodded towards the handsome man. He had fluffy, wavy hair and dressed rather lavishly in his white dress shirt and black pants. His long beige coat, although it was still kind of warm out, made his shoulders look quite broad. Despite my trepidation, he looked kind.

"You're the woman from the payphone?" He gasped. I assumed he didn't know Juna had a twin sister.

"Does he know?" I turned my gaze back to Juna, wondering if he knew about our past. The look on her face told me he did. Enough to understand her disappearance, that is.

"U-Um, Katsumi, this is Kanto. She's my twin sister." Juna was uneasy as she introduced us, but I was wary to step forward and shake his hand while he was too shocked to move.

"And, um, Kanto is my b-boyfriend..." She led off, as if this was a shock to me. I raised an eyebrow. I could tell she was going to add to his title when she took in another deep breath. "And... well... he's also the father of my baby." She smiled brightly at me, but I could tell she was nervous about what I would say.

The words made me freeze and my breathing stopped. I looked down at her belly and I guessed there could be a bit of a bump, but nothing to cause suspicion.

"I'm... gonna go change." I quickly grabbed the clothes left for me on the back of the couch and charged back into the bathroom.

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"Mikara... Your sister's a twin?" The father-to-be turned to the woman he loved, shocked he had just seen two of her, not used to calling her by her birth name. She had told him all about the past she had escaped from on a drunken night when she was missing her sister the most. She told him all about the older sister who had shielded her from so much hurt and abuse. She told him how her father had killed her mother. About the crimes she had witnessed. Juna had forgotten to mention when that sister had the identical features.

"I-I wasn't even supposed to tell you in the first place!" She teared up, worried what thoughts were going on in her sister's head.

"You didn't tell her about me?" Kanto pouted, something Juna wouldn't usually be able to resist.

"I didn't exactly have time." She frowned in response, sitting on the couch to wait for her sister to emerge again.

~~~~~~

Once I’d taken a breather to process the information I'd just taken in, I walked out of the bathroom and into the tense atmosphere of the living room. Kanto was standing on one side while I saw Juna stressing out on the couch. When I walked through their silent contemplation, my sister jumped up, expecting me to speak. I looked at both of them, trying to get the image of my sister fooling around out of my mind and I grimaced. Rubbing my temples, I went to the fridge, looking for food to cook something with. Neither of them had said anything yet and I was sure Juna felt like she was going to get lectured.

"Sit," I ordered, pointing to the counter that had stools. They both ran over, sitting down as I got ingredients out. I needed to keep my hands full in case I fekt like strangling her.

"Katsu-." I cut off Juna by lifting my knife in a shushing motion. I started chopping onions strictly, making them jump every time the blade hit the chopping board.

"So, let me just ask." I suddenly looked up, finally knowing what I was going to say. "While I was working my ass off trying to become a detective so I can make both of us safe, you're off getting knocked up and spreading your secret like it's the New Testament?" I started chopping more vegetables more violently, throwing them into the pot I was heating up for some sort of stew.

"H-Hey! You make me sound like a slut!" Juna argued back, face flushing darkly. I sighed, rubbing the area between my eyebrows to somehow get the information into my brain. There was still a pounding pain in my head from the smoke and the head injury, so the added stress of thinking was not welcomed.

As the sizzling of vegetable oils sounded in the silent room, I casted my gaze to her. "How far along?" One hand on my hip and one holding my face, I couldn't turn my whole body to look at her, too worried I'd pounce on the man that got my sister pregnant without knowing the whole situation.

"A-About six weeks. It was shortly before dad kidnapped me." She shied away, looking at her lap as she reported. This Kanto guy was too scared to even look me in the eye.

"Have you had a check-up since the shooting?" The question made the man's gaze shoot up, worry painted on his face.

"Y-You were in a shooting?" He shrieked, jumping up and grabbing her shoulders to force her to look at him. In a way, his overreactions reminded me a little of Naruko.

"I didn't want to say anything to him. I was too scared of what he'd do..." She continued talking to me, avoiding her partner's intense gaze. I could tell she was talking about our father. Who knew what he would do if he found out she was pregnant. What he would do the with baby...

Biting the tip of my thumb, I sighed. "I'll see what I can do about an appointment. We might have to go a little out of the city. I just..." I led off, a little disappointed in my sister. With the way we grew up, why would she want to put another human being into this world?

"...We barely had a childhood. Just about made it out alive. How do you think you're going to protect that child? What if they find us again? What if they kidnap the kid?" I pestered whatever plan she had and the man stood up to me.

"I'm going to protect her! I don't know you, but I know Mikara is the strongest woman I've ever met!" He yelled, his expression was enraged.

"You don't even know her real name. I'm trying to be realistic. If you're going to have this baby, it's going to have the same enclosed life we did. They're not going to stop looking for us. Not after seeing me at the scene. Not after I..." I led off, praying and hoping that I had killed my father in that fire. With the head of the snake gone, it would take the gang some time to regroup and decide on their next course of action. Maybe it would even scare them off?

"They won't have the same childhood as us, Katsumi. Because we will love them with all our hearts. We will cherish and raise them the way we were meant to be raised. Because that's what they deserve..." Juna grabbed Kanto's hand, smiling brightly at him. It was an expression full of love and hope. Nothing I had ever seen on either of my parents' faces. "...And we'll do it together. Please, Katsumi, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if they didn't know their Auntie Katsu!" She turned to me with a look that almost broke my heart.

"Why do you have to be so damn optimistic all the time?" I frowned, turning away from the loving couple and towards the burning food.

"Does that mean you accept us?" Juna pleaded and her voice sounded frail.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, I'm not going to disown you. But, I'm still not happy about this." I didn't need to turn around to know that she was ecstatic. I even heard the stool slide back as she jumped to hold her lover.

~~~~~~

Once dinner was served up, I began to ask Juna if she knew anyone that could get us new identities.

"Why would you need that?" Kanto asked, obviously out of his depth.

"I'm probably going to be presumed dead if they can't find me at the scene. I'll need a new license to be able to get a job. You should be fine as long as you stay out of the spotlight." I explained, knowing this wasn't at all common knowledge. The first guy I used to get me a new persona went missing shortly after we made our escape. He was likely dead.

"Can't you use your original passport? It shouldn't be too risky, seeing as you..." Juna led off, not wanting to bring the possible murder of our father into the conversation over our meal. I had filled her in before we got here.

"That's all in my old dorm. I wouldn't be able to get in there without being spotted." I scratched my head trying to think of a way to get by in this modern society without any means of identifying myself.

"It's an open-campus, right? I could go there to collect your belongings. Even Kanto can say he's your cousin." Pretending like he wasn't even here, Juna and I started to plan a break-in into the academy.

"I had a friend who knows I have a twin sister... But my instructors are trained in interrogation, I wouldn't want to put you through that. Could I go myself?" I questioned the liability of using my sister's ID as my own in order to infiltrate without putting her in harm's way.

"You have the same face." Kanto tried to put his limited input, which I didn't appreciate. He didn't seem like a bad guy, but I wasn’t very trusting when it came to the people around my sister.

"Yeah, but can you act like you just lost your sister?" Juna laughed, however morbid that may seem.

"I've gotten good at lying. Surprisingly." I smiled slyly, both of us knowing how ironic it was for a cop to get good at deceiving other cops.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention." I sighed. When I remembered what was in the box under my bed, I remembered the letter of evidence I wasn't able to give to the detectives. I explained this to them both and Juna looked anxious.

"They have no chance of catching them without it." She mumbled, pinching her chin as she thought about a way to get the evidence to them anonymously.

"We might have to wait for things to die down before I make a move on the police department. There's no way they won't have some sort of software on their security cameras..."

"That reminds me. We need to get some hair dye." With a mouth full of food, Juna spoke up.

"Why does this feel so much more complicated than last time?" I dropped my head into my hand, adding every task to my todo list.

~~~~~~

Meanwhile, in a hospital near where the bombing took place, a team of doctors were working hard to save a certain crack detective. His coworkers were pacing back and forth, making calls and planning their next steps, having sent every student they had back to the academy.

"There's no cameras in that alley. The closest thing we have is a street cam down Main Street and we don't even know if they went that way." Shinonone raked an hand through his hair, laptop in hand, squinting at the map with pinpoints on it showing all the cameras they had access to in the city.

"And you saw nothing about their faces. No hair colour, eye colour? What about their clothes?" The Chief, finally getting involved once one of his men was in the ER, pointed out, making some of the men that were already irritated, far more so than before.

"They were both wearing black. The one in the suit may have had black hair, but what good will that do? They both had their helmets on before we turned the corner." Ayumu complained, the one that had seen the most of the women on the motorcycle before they made their quick escape.

"Kurosawa is out making the rounds, but it's unlikely he'll find anything with everyone's attention on the building." Soma sighed to himself, pinching his chin in deep thought.

"Has anyone heard from Motomori yet?" Goto finally spoke up, wording everyone's suspicions they didn't want to be having. She had gone through those huge hotel doors and never came out. She didn't respond to her ear-piece; her only female friend had found it on the floor shortly after she ran in.

The room went quiet and cold. The group of six had been allowed a private conference room in the hospital so they could work and be the first to hear of any changes in Captain Kaga's condition, so the only sounds that could be heard were small, distance noises of shuffling hallways and a squeaking from a trolley being pushed just outside the door.

"She wouldn't have left without finding him..." Soma was the first to speak, further exclaiming everyone's collective thoughts. Shortly after Kaga was found, the entire building collapsed, even if the young officer was still in there, there was little to no chance she'd still be alive. Between all that fire taking oxygen out of the air and the crumbling structure of the building trapping her in the one room that might have been saved from the blasts and the likelihood of being crushed to death by rubble, there was no way. They knew of her persistence by now, but she wasn't a god. She couldn't tire out death.

Suddenly, a light knock rapped the door, sounding like a thundering clap in the still air. Everyone turned when a nurse poked her head through and, for a moment, everyone was reminded of that same girl that they had all been thinking about. But, alas, the black-haired young woman explained that Captain Kaga was asking to speak to someone who knew about the situation, and they needed to hurry.

With a heavy sigh, Ishigami put himself forward to speak. Then Chief Namba. Then even Shinonome stood up.

"Sit down, all of you." The Chief exclaimed and everyone stepped back, knowing now was not the time to act strong. With that command, the subordinates got back to work and Namba followed the nurse to Kaga's hospital room.

~~~~~~

Several days later, I was out grocery shopping in Juna's neighbourhood, on my way to collect my belongings from the academy, under the assumed identity of my twin sister. You know, the one Shinonome found a missing report on. I wouldn't lie, my knees were weak and my palms were sweaty. I was so nervous I felt like I was going to throw up. I didn't know if Instructor Kaga made it to the hospital, or out of it, and I didn't know how Naruko was feeling. I didn't know if my father's body was found or if the uncle with the device was caught. I had so many loose ends to tie up, I felt like my whole life was going to unravel the second I stepped through those gates.

"Katsumi." A man's voice spoke up and I turned to see Kanto, my sister's boyfriend. Juna had gone to a job interview and sent him with me so I didn't get overwhelmed.

"Don't go calling me that in the academy." I frowned at his forgetfulness and turned back to the array of snacks in front of me.

Juna had... interesting cravings. And, since she was the pregnant one, I had to go out and find the rare candy she wanted. "I didn't even know they made pickle-flavoured pop rocks." I felt like I was going to crumble under the pressure of the rage of a pregnant woman. I had been looking for days, but apparently they only sell them in small stocks.

"We should get going or we'll be late to pick up Mika... Juna." Still not used to using my sister's birth name in public, Kanto took the basket hanging on my arm.

"I'm perfectly fine carrying this myself." I snatched it back, narrowing my eyes at him before heading to the checkout point.

"How long is it going to take you to trust me? I'm trying really hard here!" Once we get out of the shop, Kanto followed me down the street, begging.

"We'll see how well you do and then I'll decide. For all I know, you're a flight risk." I explained, truly believing he could leave at any time if he wanted. I was sure that didn't make him feel good, to not be trusted by your lover's family, but I couldn't afford to be friendly. "It was just us for so long. I can't just go around handing out friendship tickets to anyone. It's my job to keep her safe." I glanced at his defeated stature beside me.

"...But, I'll be willing to give you a chance... After this, of course." I softened at the puppy dog eyes he showed me and a bright smile appeared on his face.

"I won't let you down, Katsumi!" He cheered, showing me a cartoonish salute. "I-I mean, Mikara." He stuttered out my fake name and my sister's former name once he saw the serious glare on my face.

~~~~~~

In front of the looming school gates of the Public Safety Academy, I took a deep brreath, sighing it out while trying to calm my racing heart. This would be the biggest, most important undercover operation I would ever be on, and I didn't know if I was ready for it yet.

"Are you nervous?" Kanto peered into my face and I opened my eyes from concentrating on my breathing.

"I was meant to start my life here. So, yeah, I'm a little depressed about it." I frowned and started walking to the administration office.

~~~~~~~

"Excuse me, I'm here to collect my sister's belongings," I announced at the desk, pulling a saddened expression when I gave my fake name, handing over the identification she asked for.

"You're not on any emergency contacts. How did you find out?" The woman, after looking at my details, looked up suspiciously.

"Her old boss called me and told me what happened... We... We weren't that close..." I looked away guiltily, secretly annoyed I hadn't planned for any of this. I should have at least bought another phone and registered that as an emergency contact.

When the receptionist noticed the similarities between my face now and the one on their system, she quickly made a call to get me and Kanto a guide.

We waited for a little while before I heard a familiar voice, shrieking, behind me. "Atsuko?"

Both of us turned, me unbelievably stressed and nervous, to see my closest ally wide eyed and ready to cry. Too uncomfortable to keep eye contact, I looked at Kanto in an effort to distract myself.

"M-Miss Harada, I'm so sorry for your loss."

Naruko, red-eyed and looking withered, smiled at me to pretend nothing was wrong. My heart shattered as I saw her expression, but I forced myself to look back. Naruko took us to the dorm, where she left us to look through my stuff.

Once I knew the door was closed, I darted to the box under my bed.

"This is a pretty sweet gig." Kanto looked around at the nicely styled room.

"Good, it's still here." I sighed in relief, sliding my old passport into my jacket pocket, along with all the childhood memories. Then, I noticed my mother's ring rocking around in the bottom.

"What's that?" Kanto seemed to share the interruptive nature Naruko couldn't seem help.

"My mother's. I think. She left it on my pillow the night she left." I sighed, not wanting to look at it anymore. "You take it. Juna always wanted it more than me." I closed my eyes and forced it into Kanto's hands.

Moving on, I started to pack the clothes I had left hanging on the wardrobe. I found the uniform we were given when we arrived and my fingers grazed them, having left them here when we went undercover in the hotel. My brows furrowed as I looked at it, knowing I would never be able to wear my badge again. Before I knew it, I was crying.

"Do you want me to finish for you?" Kanto spoke up and I bit my lip, trying not to let my voice sound frail.

"I'll leave it here. It's too painful to bring it with me." I turned away from the closet, just like I had with that life.

~~~~~~

Before long, I had packed up anything I needed for my new life. I took a deep sigh, not expecting to be so emotional about the whole fiasco.

"We should get going, Juna will be finished soon." I looked up at the clock on my wall for the very last time. As I packed, I had been ingraining the room into my memory, not wanting to leave this stage of my life behind. I had worked so hard, only for it to result in nothing. I broke down at my thoughts, turning to hide my face in Kanto's chest.

"Shut up," I whispered before he could make a comment on how I was already warming up to him.

~~~~~~

After I cried myself to where I thought I would be able to leave without looking a mess, I stepped back from the man.

"Thank you for coming with me... I know I'm difficult." I mumbled, embarrassed with how rude I had been to such a great guy.

"Don't apologise with tears in your eyes! You're gonna make me feel guilty." Kanto laughed and I glared at him.

"That's not an apology. It's a thank you for never talking about this again." I threatened, finding myself less of a mess than before. It was easy to communicate with him, I could see why Juna fell for him.

Taking a step out of my dorm for the very last time, I saw Naruko crying in the corner and being consoled by one of our classmates.

"I-I just miss her so much. We were supposed to graduate together!" She wailed and I had to look away to stop myself from crying again. Pulling out the picture she had picked up that night when we were new friends from my jacket pocket, I reminisced on all the memories we had here. We weren't together for a long time, but she made life under Kaga's rule bearable.

Then, I remembered the one picture we took together was pinned to my fridge. Running back into my room, I ripped it from the magnet.

"Can you give this to the girl? I don't think I'll be able to keep my cool." I handed it to Kanto once I walked back out of the apartment and he looked a little stunned by my request but did it without another word to me.

When he approached the two, Naruko looked up in fear of an instructor reprimanding her for being so emotional in the hallway. His voice was rather deep. I was honestly surprised she wasn’t fawning over him. He gave her the picture, saying he was sure I would want her to have it, and her gaze darted to me. With tears in her eyes, she ran up and gave me a big hug. For a moment, I was worried she had noticed it was really me.

"Your sister was a great friend and an even better cop. She would have made an amazing detective!" She tried to calm herself down as she pulled back, gripping my shoulders like a vice. My eyes widened a little and I could tell she really believed that.

"Thank you... You don't know what that means to hear you say that." I tried to keep my distance, not wanting to trigger something in her memory that would make her realise that it was me for a second time.

"U-Um, before I forget, the instructors that taught Atsuko want to talk to you." She straightened up, realising how uncomfortable I was with the close contact.

Now I was seriously nervous. I gulped, nodding and calling Kanto back over from his conversation with the classmate and we made our way to the Instructor's Staff Room.

~~~~~~

Naruko knocked, announcing both herself and us. She invited us in with a smile and I spotted Instructor Ishigami, Soma and Shinonome standing up from the table in the centre of the room. I was stunned silent, too afraid I might admit everything to them right there and then. I could tell Kanto straightened his back as well, likely intimidated by the handsome men in front of us.

"Miss Motomori, we're very sorry for your loss." Soma stepped forward and grabbed my hand to give me a gentle handshake. I curtly bowed my head, not wanting to stutter if I spoke.

"It's Harada." Kanto, seemingly overtaken by some sort of confident spirit, snaked and arm around my waist and pulled me close to his side. Too shocked to hide how thrown off I was, I furrowed my brows at him. He was smiling, although it was a little strained, so I could tell he' was just as uncomfortable about this as I was.

When I turned back to Soma, his expression quickly changed from something surprisingly stern to his usual smile. "If you have any questions, we will be happy to answer them." He showed me a kind but sad smile and I instantly panicked.

‘Was it normal for loved ones to have questions? I guess if they hadn't found a body, I should be wondering if I had really died.’

I turned to look up at Kanto, trying to see if he had any ideas. He asked whether they had, in fact, found a body and the tension in the room skyrocketed.

"Shortly after Officer Atsuko went into the building, a bomb went off, destroying a part of the hotel. We haven't been able to search the rubble yet." Ayumu answered as Soma guided me to a seat and I hesitantly complied. From here, I could see inside Kaga's office, and he was nowhere to be seen. I grew anxious and couldn't help but speak up.

"I heard she went in after another detective? Did...Did he make it out alive?" I peered at Ishigami, knowing he would be the only one to give me a straight answer. His brows furrowed for a moment, maybe taken aback by my similarities to the girl he knew. I grabbed Kanto's hand for support when he took a considerably time to respond.

"He was sent to the hospital shortly after he was found outside of the building." His response was vague and I felt my heartbreak.

‘He's dead. I went through all that trouble to save him, and he died.’ I could feel tears collect in my eyes again.

"Mrs Harada, there is one more thing." Soma, who had been standing by my chair, put a hand on my shoulder. I looked into his other hand to see a long, flat box. I could memorise that black box from anywhere. "This is her officer's badge. It was found in her room after the incident." I hadn't worn my badge to the hotel because we were supposed to inconspicuously round up the criminals, a badge would completely defy the point of wearing casual clothes. I took great care of it and put it in that box whenever I wasn't wearing it. It showed how, even when I hit a rocky road, I could accomplish my dreams. It was my most cherished possession.

Looking at the metal glinting in the sunlight when he opened the lid, I was so mesmerised I didn't even realise it when tears started falling down my face. I had completely forgotten to look for it in my dorm. Slowly, I reached up and took the box, swiping my thumb over the badge number I had grown to ingrain in my memory.

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice frail with pain. “It was all she ever wanted; to be cop. Thank you.”

~~~~~~

Once we had collected everything we needed, we had to leave to pick Juna up from her job interview. As we walked to the door, Ayumu called out my fake name.

"How long has it been since you've seen your sister?" He asked and I took a moment to respond, trying to think of something that wouldn't make him question me further. It was obvious he remembered the name from the missing person's file, I was honestly astounded he didn't ask about it until now. I guess he thought it would be a good time to bring it up.

"It's been a few years. I wish I could have made up with her sooner..." I sighed, pretending to think back to an argument that might have made us distant. Watching Ayumu's reaction, I could tell he was somewhat annoyed. Had he expected me to say something else? Had he wanted me to say we had talked more recently?

When he didn't respond at all, I turned back to the door Kanto had already escaped through, as, I’m sure, he was as scared as I was when trying to lie.

Suddenly, the door flew open. There, I saw a man practically walking around with a storm cloud above his head, but I was overjoyed.

‘H-He's alive!’ My eyes widened at Instructor Kaga, breathing right in front of me. It took me a moment to register that I shouldn't be staring so noticeably and I redirected my gaze to the open door, walking away for good.

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June 4

(are these blurbs before the actual writing pretentious? ;~; idk)

I always kind of imagined that Shane has this vicious cycle of drinking, feeling like he let Jas and/or Marnie down, trying to make it up to them but failing in some way, and then drinking harder. So this chapter is a bit fluffy and melancholic. I hope you like it ;u;

With the weight of what had transpired a few days ago still fresh in Shane’s mind, he was determined to do what he could to make up for it today, Jas’ eighth birthday. Even with all his failures and him spending most of his paychecks on booze, he’d saved enough to get her a new Welwick Court doll. He didn’t really know much about kids’ toys, but he did know that Jas loved the Welwick dolls, and he’d gone through her collection to make sure that he didn’t get one she already had.

It wasn’t near enough to make up for everything he’d put her through, he knew that. He knew that if he had even an ounce of restraint and saved up his money, he could have gotten her more than just one present—if he had his life together, he could have gotten her a dozen gifts, taken her out to Zuzu city for a day of fun and shopping because he would have remembered to put in for the day off in advance, and actually been the godfather that he was supposed to be. But this was the best he could do. It was all he could do.

The day at Joja-Mart seemed to drag on even more than it usually did; when 5 PM finally rolled around, Shane clocked out, grabbing the gift he’d messily wrapped from his locker and tucked it into his jacket. He’d make a quick pit stop at the saloon on his way home, pick up some pizza for Jas’ birthday dinner and have a drink to help settle his anxiety while it was cooking, and be back at the ranch by 5:30. Plenty of time to celebrate the squirt’s birthday with her and Marnie.

As his feet carried him down the road away from that hell-mart, his thoughts meandered as they often did, filling his mind with fantasies about what life would be like if he didn’t work at Joja, if he hadn’t torn his ACL playing gridball, if he hadn’t dropped out of college. It was almost unbelievable that once upon a time, he had potential to actually make something of his life. He could have been a fullback for the Tunnelers if he hadn’t blown out his knee…

“On your way home?”

Pausing at the sound of Ashe’s voice, Shane took his eyes away from the ground where he had been looking and saw the petite farmboy standing a bit further down the road, covered in dirt—it looked like he’d had quite the day on the farm, to say the least.

“No, I’m walking to my second job at the other Joja-mart.” Shane snorted quietly, coming to a stop before the youth. “But yeah, actually, I am.” He admitted after a moment; after what had happened on the first, he couldn’t bring himself to be as cold and mean as he had used to be with the kid, especially not since Ashe was still treating him like a friend. “Today’s Jas’ birthday, so I’m just gonna stop by the saloon and pick up a pizza or two to bring back.”

“Ah, I thought so!” Ashe clapped his hands together in delight and reached into his bag. “I was so busy on the farm today that I didn’t have the chance to stop by and say hello before the shop closed… Would you mind giving this to her and wishing her a happy birthday for me?” As he spoke, he pulled a bubblegum pink pinkcat flower out and held it out to Shane with a smile.

Shane gave it a thought for a second. “… Nope. Give it to her yourself.” He commented as he began to walk again, not wanting to keep Jas waiting longer than necessary. She could get pretty hangry if dinner was even just a little bit late.

“Eh--?” Confused, Ashe turned around to watch him go. “But… the shop’s closed--?”

“So?” Shane stopped again to look back at him, jerking his head to indicate for Ashe to follow him. “I’m saying come back with me, ya dingus. Marnie won’t care, she likes you well enough.”

It took a few seconds for Ashe to realize what Shane said; slowly, the biggest smile lit up his face. “Okay~!”

“You’re so fucking slow sometimes.” Shane shook his head and shoved his hands into his pockets as he began to walk once more, with Ashe hastening to catch up. “I still don’t get why you keep bothering with an asshole like me. Shouldn’t you be hanging out with people your age, like Sebastian or Abigail?”

To be honest, it was a question he’d had in his mind for awhile now. While it was true that most of his time was spent stocking those damn shelves, he’d never really seen Ashe spend time with the youngers of the valley—he was always busy with something or other, and what little free time he had seemed to be spent bugging Shane or doing favors for the townsfolk. Sometimes, just watching Ashe flit about like a hummingbird made Shane feel tired.

“Mmm…” A contemplative look came onto Ashe’s face at the question. “I talk to them on the computer during the evenings… it’s kind of embarrassing to admit, but most of the time I have trouble connecting with them.” He looked to Shane with a shrug of his shoulders and an airheaded smile. “Not so much with Sebastian, we actually talk a lot over chat. Sam’s easy enough to talk to because he’s so easygoing, too. Abigail’s nice, but I have trouble keeping up with her sometimes…”

“That so?” It struck Shane as Ashe talked that he really didn’t know much of anything about the kid. “I figured it would be the opposite since you’re such a nosy bugaboo. Guess that means you have nothing to do with Alex or Haley, huh?”

“Not really, no.” Ashe agreed with a vigorous shake of his head. “Haley doesn’t even acknowledge my existence. Alex at least will say hello, but… Oh, I do sometimes talk to Penny. Not very often, though, since she’s usually busy with tutoring.” There was also Emily, but he didn’t need to say anything, since Shane knew how the two of them got on since she worked evenings at the saloon, and Elliot, who was going through one of his rare inspiration phases and had barely left his cabin since spring started.

“What’s stopping you from doing what you did to me to them?” Shane gave Ashe the stink-eye. “I’ve got half a mind to make you go and bother them until you make friends. Kids like you shouldn’t be bothering with old farts like me.”

Defeated, Ashe just gave him another smile and laughed meekly, and Shane looked forward again with a quiet snort. It was an empty threat, honestly, though he was surprised to hear that a cheerful, personable person like Ashe couldn’t connect with people in his age group. He found that hard to believe, but Ashe didn’t seem the type to lie, not about something so trivial at least.

With pizza and 2-liters of soda in hand after a quick stop at the saloon, the pair took the southwest road out of town and made their way to the ranch. Struggling a little to open the front door since his hands were full, Shane let them in; as expected, the shop was empty, and they could hear Jas’ excited chattering coming from the kitchen. “Shh, this’ll be a surprise.” He whispered to Ashe, who nodded his head in silent agreement.

“Aunt Marnie, when is Shane gonna be home?” Jas asked, sitting at the table and swinging her legs restlessly as she colored away in her Welwick courts coloring book; it was hard being patient, especially as a kid, and especially especially as a kid on your birthday. But she’d been extra super good that day in the hopes that it would mean she’d have a good evening.

“I’m not sure, sweetie.” Marnie kept her back turned to Jas as she spoke, putting the finishing touches on the birthday cake as she tried not to let her smile come through in her voice; she certainly hoped that her nephew could pass up the saloon for one day and come home early, and she hated that she honestly didn’t know what he would end up doing. “I’m sure that he’ll be back soon. He at least said he was going to get some pizza, and I don’t think he’d keep the birthday girl waiting for her dinner.”

“… Is he gonna be drunk?” Jas’ legs stopped swinging, her voice becoming quiet and almost somber; at the counter, Marnie paused in her icing. “I don’t like it when he drinks… and he always seems unhappy. Why does he drink if he doesn’t like it?”

They were difficult words to hear from a little girl. And what made it even harder was that Marnie simply didn’t have an answer to give—not the kind of answer that Jas wanted, at least. “I wish I could say, kiddo.” She turned to look at her young charge with a sympathetic smile. “But that’s something only Shane can answer.”

As expected, Jas struggled to understand why Marnie didn’t have the answer. Before she could prod her aunt any further, however, Shane loudly cleared his throat, announcing his and Ashe’s presence. “I have a large cheese pizza for a Ms. Jas.”

“Shane!” Jas twisted around in her seat to look at her godfather, her face lighting up at his presence; despite it all, it was clear that she adored him more than anything in the whole world. The delight on her face was replaced by surprise as she saw Ashe poke his head out from behind Shane—the hallway was rather on the narrow side, and there was no room for him to stand beside the man. “Mr. Ashe? How come you’re here too?”

“Well, I heard it was a certain someone’s birthday today~” Ashe smiled as Shane stepped fully into the kitchen, setting the pizza down on the table and flipping the box open to reveal its ooey gooey cheesy contents. “I just wanted to wish you a very happy birthday, Jas. I didn’t know what all to get you, so…” He held the flower out to the girl. “It’s not much, but I bet it’d look very pretty if you pressed it in a book.”

Jas’ eyes widened even more as she carefully accepted the brightly colored flower. “Thank you…” She didn’t expect him to get her a gift.

“You’re welcome~” Ashe raised his hand in farewell and turned to leave. “I’ll let you all have your evening, then. Bye~”

“What, you’re not going to stay for some pizza and cake?” Marnie inquired, giving Ashe pause. “Come on, sit and relax for a spell.”

“Ah… are you sure?” Ashe turned back to look at the family, uncertainty written on his face. “I don’t want to impose on a day like today.” His expression shifted to one of meekness as he looked down to his dirt-covered self. “And I’m such a mess right now, I—”

“Mr. Ashe?” Jas interrupted, looking from the flower to Ashe with her large, expressive eyes. “If you don’t stay, there’s gonna be a lot of leftovers. Even Shane can’t eat this much pizza.”

“Hey, what are you trying to say there squirt?” Shane pretended to look offended by her comment. “Well, you heard the birthday girl. Might as well, right?”

Momentarily overwhelmed, Ashe looked to Marnie for confirmation; the portly woman smiled and nodded, reaching up into the cupboards to get an extra plate for their guest. “… I guess if Jas wants me to, I don’t have a choice~” He admitted with a sheepish smile.

It felt just a little strange to him, to be sitting with the little family as they ate their way through as much of the massive pizza as they could, but it wasn’t an unwelcome sort of strange. It almost felt like… he had a family again, a feeling that he thought he wouldn’t get to experience again. It was bittersweet.

“Mr. Ashe, how come you decided to be a farmer?” Jas asked, once the pizza had been demolished and the cake polished off (no matter how stuffed you were, there was always room for cake). Still at the table with Ashe and Shane while Marnie cleared away the dishes, she was quite happily playing with the new doll that was Shane’s gift to her, though it didn’t stop her from being the inquisitive child that she was.

The question caught Ashe off-guard. “Well…” He looked thoughtful as he tried to think of the best way to answer her question. “I just needed a change.” He finally answered after several moments of contemplation. “Before my grandpa died, he gave me an envelope and told me to open it when the time was right. I didn’t know it at the time, of course, but it was the deed to his farm.” He smiled merrily. “I worked at a Joja office for awhile, and then I got tired of being an adult and came to be a farmer instead~”

“You worked for Joja?” Shane couldn’t hide the surprise in his voice, lifting his head up from where he’d been resting it against his hand to look at the kid with raised brows. “When? You look like you just barely graduated high school.”

“Never judge a book by its cover~” Ashe chimed, looking carefree as ever—yet for some reason, Shane got the feeling that this time, that happy go lucky attitude was fake. “I didn’t even finish high school.”

Jas’ jaw hit the floor. “You didn’t? Why? Didn’t you like school?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Ashe nodded his head vigorously. “I loved school.” His smile softened just a little, and for a moment, it almost seemed to become melancholy. “But sometimes, you have to do things that you don’t want to do.” And just like that, he was back to his normal self, giving Jas a big ol’ grin. “And then later down the road, you might be able to do things you want to do again.”

His words gave the little girl quite a lot to think about, as she tried to stifle a yawn behind her hand. “Alright, little missy.” Marnie turned around as she dried her hands on a rag, as though she had eyes in the back of her head that saw it. “It’s way past your bedtime. Come along now, let’s pick out a book to read.”

“Awww…” Jas pouted, her attempt to stay up later duly foiled. “Okay…”

“G’night, squirt.” Shane bid, watching as his aunt led Jas out of the kitchen towards her room; as soon as the two were out of earshot, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the tabletop and burying his face in his hands as he let out the heaviest sigh. Somehow, he’d managed to hold himself together after catching Jas’ comment about him drinking; it had taken everything he had in that moment not to turn and walk right back out the door, her words unintentionally crushing his already crumbling heart.

“Shane…?” Ashe gently touched the man’s arm; he of course had heard what Jas had said, too, and seen the way that Shane’s face had fallen, even if it was just for a moment. “You okay?”

For a long minute, Shane didn’t answer. “No, I’m not okay.” He finally mumbled, curling his fingers to dig his nails into his skin. “I’m a fucking wreck and I can’t even pull myself together for Jas.”

He wouldn’t say it, but hearing how even Ashe had taken control of his life only amplified Shane’s feelings of shame and self-hatred. Here was a kid who by all rights should be out having the time of his life but instead chose to work one of the most grueling, laborious jobs out there, all on his own, without so much as a single complaint. And then there was Shane, still living with his aunt, working a dead-end job that he hated with no savings, no future and no ambitions.

“…” Ashe scooted a little closer, putting his arm around Shane’s shoulders in a sort of semi-hug; abruptly, Shane knocked his arm off, leaning away from the farmer to make sure he couldn’t do it again.

It wasn’t that the gesture wasn’t appreciated. It was that it was so unexpected, and Shane was in such a bad place, that he couldn’t accept it, and his first instinct was to violently reject it before he had a chance to realize how much he needed that kind of support.

Of course, he wasn’t able to verbalize this to Ashe, whose arm fell back to his side, his eyes widening as he realized that he went too far. “S-Sorry.” The farmer apologized. “… I think it’s time I headed home.” He murmured, not wanting to overstay his welcome any longer. “Thank you for inviting me over, Shane.”

Shane couldn’t even bring himself to acknowledge Ashe’s gratitude, burying his face deeper into his hands; he listened to the sound of Ashe’s boot heels as he headed down the hall towards the front door, and could faintly hear him bid a farewell to Marnie and Jas on his way out. The whole time, his shoulders were shaking, his chin quivering as he scrunched up his face in a desperate attempt to keep the tears in his eyes from overflowing. He didn’t even have it in him to treat the person who had gone out of his way to befriend him with the smallest amount of decency…

#stardew #stardew valley #stardew shane #stardew farmer #stardew valley fanfiction #stardew fanfiction #stardew fanfic

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tellywoodtrash · 6 years ago

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billu jhoot toh dhang ka bola karo. you’re so bad at this.

look at him fishing and trying to get the birthday secret out, the fucking idiot.

KHANNA YOU’RE A DAMN RUINER. OF EVERYTHING. EVERYWHERE. IN EVERY UNIVERSE. HONESTLY.

lmao his trying to hide his smile at shivaay’s idiocy tho. there is a limit of farmabardaari and khanna has reached it today.

LMAO OH BILLU. IT’S ALMOST AS BIG AS THE MURTI. WHY ARE YOU LIKE THISSSSSSSSSS????

lololololol. khanna bhaiyya agar anika ke itne khaas dost nahi hote toh aaj unki toh chutti honi thi.

look at his pride at the pandit essentially calling him a fucking freak.

“yeh aise bohut si cheezein karte hain jo koi aur nahi karta.”

HAHAHAHAHA.

+10 for khanna’s snort. he really gives no fucks anymore.

oufffff billu. why are you LIKE THIS? soooo fucking awkward.

i notice that he’s back to the fun socks though!

“mauka bhi hai, mandir bhi hai, panditji bhi hain, bhagwanji bhi hain...”

is he PROPOSING or.... like... kehna kya chahta hai tu billu????

same, anika. #same.

btw, how did anika’s terrible cold MIRACULOUSLY cure itself? like literally about an hour ago, she was sneezing up a fucking storm when khanna came to give her all the stuff. kapde badal diye toh zukhaam bhi chala gaya?

god he’s really trying THE MOST with this fucking dosti thing, isn’t he???

it’s really painful to watch like, a 35 year old man have ZERO fucking game like this. GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF MAN.

"nahi, red waala nahi! red lovers ke liye hota hai!”

.... is there something special about the yellow roses or has he really deluded himself into thinking that he’s okay with being “sirf dost” with her forever???????

ugh look at him following her around like a fucking puppy. endearing dumbass.

... i... i just give up. he’s beyond help.

this poor girl. having to put up with this nonsense on her birthday.

oh billu. if only you knew what she was thinking.

“may i?”

idk what kinda friends you two have in your lives, but i’ve never looked at my “sirf dost” like this, like i wanna french kiss them and adopt+raise puppies with them. but you do you, guys.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand the moment’s been ruined. shivaay chutiya hai hi, woh sab theek, but yeh nikhil toh awwal darje ka chomu hai.

OK FUCKING HELL, FUCKING BEAT HIM UP SHIVAAY. FUCKING THOPDA HI REARRANGE KAR DE USKA.

ouff oh anika, it’s a shiv mandir. shivji is totally into destruction and shit. let shivaay do his thang and open his third eye at this fucker. he deserves a good beatdown.

lmao really shivaay? is that what you were attempting to do with nikhil? SAMJHAAOFY him?

birthday’s been ruined with the rakhail talk. sigh.

greaaaaaaaaaaaaaat, he’s going to prolong this some more with some more tamaasha. just great!

gauri is overacting in a bid to get anika to that house. girl pls, every one knows birthday ke din aise pentre are always a bid to get to venue of party.

anika ka toh pata nahi, but this is all the birthday gift *I* want. *rubs my face on his*

LMAO THIS EXTRA AF MAN. HOW AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, WHY THE HELL DID HE GO GET A COMPLETE WARDROBE CHANGE IN LIKE 10 MINUTES???????????/ BIRTHDAY TUMHARA THODI HAI!!!!!!!

gauri tum toh rehne hi do. no one believes you’re on any other team other than shivaay’s anymore.

... so she’s completely over the rakhail conversation they had like 10 minutes ago????????

why can’t all of nakuul’s dialogue delivery be like this “zindagi mein khushiyaan...” line?

LOL TELL THE TRUTH SHIVAAY, YOU’VE THREATENED/BRIBED THIS CHACHI INTO BEING NICE, HAVEN’T YOU?????? SPILL!

lmao yup. that’s a “do as i say if you want to live” face if i’ve ever seen one.

lololololololol. i love these two and their faces so much.

every time they cut to shivaay’s deathface getting more and more formidable by the second, i wonder exactly what the fuck he threatened chachi with to get her to say all this.

anika is such dumbass to fall for this shit. doesn’t she know her chachi at all???????????????????

LMAO HE GOT INSPIRED BY TRUMP AND SEEDHA DEPORTATION FROM THE COUNTRY ITSELF HE THREATENED.

hahaha, after all that, the most sassy “CHACHIJI!” to top it all off.

pft, ainvayi ka patronizing scene using sahil and his handicap to show us oh ho yeh kitnaaaaaaaa achcha aadmi hai. chal hatt!

DANG GAURI TRIVEDI, LOOK ATCHA, PUTTING THE MOVES ON HIM RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS SISTER. SOMEONE GIVE ME AS MUCH CONFIDENCE AS THIS GIRL!

lmao prinku’s sweet as pie sassy smile throughout the whole exchange.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, how stinking cute is omki shomki’s shyness though! awkwardly tugging on his shirt, husky unsure “bolo?”

lol beta suchhhhhh utaavlapann to know. do you liiiiiiiiike her???? hmmmmm??????

LOLOLOLOL. it’s what we alllllllllll wanna know, gauri. IT’S EXACTLY WHAT WE ALL WANNA KNOW.

poor boy. kaise chop ho gayi iski.

OMFG SHE EVEN REACHED OUT AND TWEAKED HIS HAIR. I LOVE HER.

lolololololol i fucking love how this prinku truly enjoys watching her poor brothers in misery and taking their case.

om, if you like her and want something to happen why haven’t you made a move eh? number toh hai na tere paas? har kaam woh hi kare? tu kab kuch karega?????

great, this day and its zillat is just never ending for anika. shivaay ne poore din ke nautanki ka theka le rakha hai.

GOD SHIVAAY YOU’RE.... UGH. JFC, SO FUCKING EMBARRASSING. YOU’RE HONESTLY THE FUCKING WORST.

i cannot watch this crappppppp. it’s cringe!max.

“anika ko aap ke ya kisi aur ki character certificate ki zaroorat nahi.”

then why are you doing this???????????

yeah you didn’t make anyyyyyyyyy of this better atttttttttttttttttttttt allllllllll, not even a little bit. all you did is associate your name even more inextricably with hers, without specifying any kinda legitimate relationship. neither did you fess up to lying on that day about all the things you said about her. even if they don’t say anything to her face anymore, they’re all going to be gossiping about you two and the nature of your relationship behind her back. allllll you did was strengthen the “rakhail of a powerful man” image for her even more. congrats billu. you played yourself.

i am this random uncle, who’s like kya bakchodi hai bhai???? hai kaun yeh chutiya?

OMFG SHIVAAY YOU DON’T HAVE THE SLIGHTEST IDEA HOW INDIAN SOCIETY WORKS!!!!!! JUST SHUT UP AND GO AWAY. LORD!!!!!!!!

i cannot believe she’s falling for this garbage. honestly. tell me she’s quiet because there’s truly nothing that can be said or done at this point. other than fucking move out to a whole different state or country or something.

yup. really nailing that repairing her reputation thing, with holding her hand and leading her off all authoritatively in front of all of them.

... okaaaaaay? and where is this exactly?

also, what “sirf dost” hang out in semi-dark places like this all by themselves and look at each other like THAT?????

anika you’re honestly the biggest damn fool ever. are you really thanking him for that fucking tamaasha he did that solved absolutely nothing? i’m so fucking done with how fucking stupid you are in this redux.

this lighting is really fucking amazing for her skin. she literally looks like the moon.

ohohohoho “iss pyaar ko kya naam doon” moment.

oh well, i guess i’m happy for you two and your momentary contentment in things the way they are.

aw, cute!

suuuuuuuuuuuuure shivaay. that cake is soooooo not what you wanna devour right now.

you too, missy. i see the way you’re looking at him. I SEE YOU. 👀👀👀

yeah don’t kid yourself baby girl. dat izzat goneeeeee. i mean, the kind you want, with societal approval and shit. best find yourself a new mohalla.

... he was really just walking around with that SCROLL in his pocket all this time???

aaaaaaaaaaaand he ruined it (for her.)

i toh think he’s doing absolutely the right thing. FOR ONCE in his godforsaken life.

lmao OU mein bhi he had presented the divorce papers to her in a gift box. if only everyone in indian society had such a healthy, progressive view towards divorce such as shivaay did!

anyway, what you two need is an annulment, not divorce.

but... but.... i thought we’d eat this cake off each other later tonight. (still as “sirf dost” tho.)

anika be thinking BUT BITCH I’M A MASOCHIST WHO WANTS TO BE IN YOUR BANDHAN. IN BOTH THE MARRIAGE WAY AND THE 50 SHADES OF GREY WAY. Y U RUINING THIS?!?!?!?!? THAT TOO ON MY BIRTHDAY???????

ohohohohoho, and the angst begins! ab aayega mazaaaaa!!!!!! *rubs hands gleefully*

#ishqbaaz #ishqbaaaz #ib episode liveblogs #episode liveblogs

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yuri-cocaine · 6 years ago

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► Name ➔ “Yun of the Khatayin Xaela.” ► Are you single ➔ “Why does this concern you.” ► Are you happy ➔ “I will be much happier if you paid me at the end of this interview.” ► Are you angry? ➔ “Do you want me to be?” She suddenly has a knife in her hand. ► Are your parents still married ➔ “No.” She suddenly has two knives in her hands.

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “Skypiercer, the tallest peak of the Tail Mountains.” ► Hair Color ➔ “Dark blue.” ► Eye Color ➔ “Green.” ► Birthday ➔ “Sixth sun of the third astral moon.” ► Mood ➔ “I am feeling like I want a snack.” ► Gender ➔ “A woman.” ► Summer or winter ➔ “Summer.” ► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Afternoons are perfect for a bit of napping in the sun.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ “YES, HOLY NHAAMA, HAVE YOU SEEN LADY YUGIRI BEFORE DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO SHE IS LADY YUGIRI IS THE FAIREST AND MOST WONDROUS PERSON TO EVER WALK THIS STINKING WRETCHED EARTH AND NOT ONLY IS SHE THE EPITOME OF GRACE AND THE HEIGHT OF PERFECTION SHE IS ALSO UNRIVALED IN THE ART OF KNIFE-FIGHTING AND MUDRAS AND--” ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “What do you think.” ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “I do not remember.” ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ “No.” ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “I have a job.” ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “I hug my korpokkur kid every single day.” ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “No, because I would know if I did. Secrets are not kept from me.” ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “What the hells does this even mean.”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “Uhhhhhhhh.” ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ “Lemonade in iced tea.” ► Cats or Dogs ➔ “Both.” ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “Both. Friends are good.” ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “Wild night out. We can go camping and look for frogs and things.” ► Day or night ➔ “Day.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “Who do you think I am.” ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “I tripped on the steps of Chakha Zoh once and offerings went everywhere and one of the guards slipped on spilled kumis and I broke one of my tail spikes.” ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “If I had anything I wanted that much, I would have it by now.” She stops, and then looks forlornly at a sketch of Yugiri. ► Wanted to disappear ➔ “Watch this.” Yun disappears in a puff of smoke.

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ Yun reappears in a puff of smoke. “Did you know you can eat fish eyes? They do not taste like anything, though.” ► Shorter or Taller ➔ “I want to be taller...” ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ “I do not care for either much, but if I had to pick, I would go with looks. I have enough brains for the both of us.” ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “I can hook up a fish. I can even use that hooked up fish to hook up another, bigger fish.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ “We get along fine.” ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “If there is a mess in my life, then I will clean it up.” ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “Do not misunderstand. I left the Steppe because it was my duty to learn of the world and the dangers it holds in order to better protect my tribe. It was certainly not because I got curious about Eorzea.” ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “I am the one doing the kicking out.” She pauses. “Except for that one time with the Oronir, but it was NOT my fault.”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ "Between you and me, I honestly cannot stand that one hunter who rushes at notorious monsters before other hunters can get there, but the High Storm Commander says I am not to display open hostility in order to create a ‘welcoming workspace environment.’ Ha! Like I care. Oh, oh, and there is this new hunter I am working with in Gyr Abania this week, some Lala from Ul’dah. Ooh, every time he opens his mouth I just want to stab a man. And then there is--” She goes on for about ten minutes. ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “Of course. I love my friends very much.” ► Who is your best friend ➔ Yun picks up korpokkur kid and gives him a big kiss. ► Who knows everything about you ➔ “Me. I do. I know everything about me.”

tagged by @the-rosehouse! thank u!

#yun #she kinda doesn't get most of these questions #every time i write yun i have to toe the line between secretly genius and absolute fucking dumbass

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yotsutama · 8 years ago

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Hello Hiroshima! (02/13)

Thanks to Sophia (@aseria) for editing ｡･ﾟ･(ﾉ∀`)･ﾟ･｡

Visual Board Tour Event:

Sendai | Sapporo | Hiroshima

Mitsuki: Let’s begin todays IDOLISH7’s web program…

All: Kimi to ‘Ai'dolish Nai to~!

Sougo: This web program is presented by the seven members of IDOLISH7. It takes place the same time as our tour to seven different cities, “Visual Board Tour.”

Yamato: People of Sapporo, did you have fun~? This might be sudden but, make a promise to Onii-san. Please be sure to choose how spicy you would like your curry soup to be. (Don’t order it like Sou bc it’s inedible.)

Mitsuki: Exactly that!

Sougo: Being able to choose how spicy we wanted it to be is the best. *smiles*

Tamaki: The smile of a man who chose a spiciness of level 50… Scary…

Nagi: Sougo looked so happy while eating it so someone decided to say, “Let this Onii-san take a bite of it!” without thinking.

Yamato: It was my biggest regret…

Mitsuki: It’s so rare seeing Yamato-san challenging something!

Sougo: Yamato-san, I am so sorry. It seems like my sense of taste is a bit weird when it comes to spiciness.

Iori: I do not think it is necessary to apologize, Ousaka-san.

Riku: That’s right! Sougo-san looked so happy while eating it, so I understand the feeling of wanting to taste it too! Right, Iori?

Iori: It’s Nikaido-san’s own fault to begin with.

Yamato: Mitsu, Ichi is giving me a cold attitude again…

Mitsu: Ahaha! It’s because you alllways tease Iori, you know.

Yamato: Is that so… I teased an adolescent adult too much huh. Ichi, I’m sorry~.

Iori: That shady smile of yours is 100% suspicious.

Nagi: 100% suspicious, that’s an accurate way to describe Yamato.

Tamaki: 100% suspicious is accurate? Does he stink?

Sougo: Tamaki-kun, it’s not about food.It’s different from “100% Pudding” in a King Pudding Drink. (1)

Tamaki: I know that!!

Riku: Yamato-san has his kind side too! Not long ago, he gave me lots of heatpacks!

Yamato: Riku’s kindness made this Onii-san tear up~. Anyway, Mitsu, isn’t it already time to move on to the next corner?

Mitsuki: U-Um! You’re right!

Yamato: What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’re nervous because it’s finally THAT corner? *smirk*

Mitsuki: I’m not!! Stop with that expression like you’ve found a new toy to play with!

Sougo: I see. I had a feeling that we were holding out too long, so it is because of that.

Mitsuki: Even Sougo! It’s not like that!

Sougo: I am sorry. I was just a bit surprised, even Mitsuki-san can get nervous.

Yamato: I know right~

Nagi: At first sight, these two are smiling normally. But Sougo’s smile is an angelic smile while Yamato’s is a devil’s smile. Everyone, be careful so that you won’t be deceived.

Mitsuki: Exactly! It’s not like I’m nervous or anything! Ossan, you blushed when it was your turn last week!

Yamato: Last week has nothing to do with today~

Mitsuki: Damn it…!!

Iori: Nii-san, fans across the country have been looking forward to this, so let’s forget Nikaido-san and move on to the next corner.

Riku: We’re all looking forward to Mitsuki’s confession! Even Iori looked nervous today!

Iori: Huh!? I was not nervous at all!! Didn’t you just misunderstand me!?

Tamaki: So, you just wanted to go to toilet that time?

Iori: That’s not it!

Mitsuki: My little brother is so cute, so let’s move on to the next corner! “Confess Your Love in Dialect!”

All: Oohh~!

Mitsuki: Last week, we were surprised because the title suddenly changed and we forgot to explain the rules… Riku, I leave it to you!

Riku: Okaay! Just as the title says, one member must confess using the dialect of the city we’re currently visiting. The confessions are chosen by acquaintances of our staff so I think the dialect used will be out of date nowadays. Please forgive us!

Mitsuki: Thanks, Riku! That being said, I, Izumi Mitsuki, is in charge of Hiroshima!

All: Yaay~!

Mitsuki: It’s hard to say it because I’ve been talking a lot as the MC..

Riku: It’s okay, take a deep breath Mitsuki!

Iori: You can say it whenever you are ready, Nii-san.

Yamato: Ichi, hasn’t your attitude changed a little too much compared to last week’s?

Nagi: This is what they call ‘An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth’, isn’t it?

Tamaki: Lol. Yama-san you got what you deserved.

Sougo: Um, Mitsuki-san can’t find the right timing like this, so everyone please be quiet.

Mitsuki: Thanks Sougo! But it’s hard to say it if you all suddenly go quiet… I’m going to do it like Yamato-san did last week so, everyone form a line, please!

All: Okayy

Mitsuki: Being with all you, I love you. (2)

All: Oooohh…!!!!

Tamaki: Mikkiii, you’re so cool…!

Riku: You look so manly! (3)

Mitsuki: Am I!? You see, in Hiroshima, they call out to others with ‘omae’.

Sougo: The confession was so great, it sounded strong and fits Mitsuki-san well! (4)

Nagi: Mitsuki’s fans will fall deeper in love, I understand this feeling.

Yamato: Is it just me or are the reactions different compared to mine and Ichi’s confession…

Iori: As expected of Nii-san. Nii-san’s characteristic and word choice gave it more impact.

Mitsuki: Everyone, thank you…!! It’s embarrassing so let’s begin the next corner, “Talk About Your Memories in that City!”

All: Let’s talk about it~!

Matsuki: Ok. Then Tamaki, please explain this part of the program!

Tamaki: Ooh. We talk about our time in the city we’re currently visiting. That’s all.

Mitsuki: Thanks! That’s short and easy to understand! Riku, do you have any?

Riku: We played table tennis in the inn. It was fun! I was surprised that Nagi was so good at it! He was like, “Take that..!”

Iori: That’s true, it was really surprising.He has such a gap between his appearance and his personality.

Tamaki: Nagicchi’s smashes were so amazing.

Mitsuki: I thought if it was table tennis, I would definitely win against Nagi. I underestimated him…

Nagi: Mitsuki, please don’t feel down. I am just outstanding, that’s all.

Yamato: You don’t have any intention to apologize at all, do you.

Nagi: Is there something wrong?

Mitsuki: Ahaha! There’s nothing wrong, Nagi is just confident. Keep it up!

Sougo: Indeed. I also want to be more confident, just like Nagi-kun…

Tamaki: What do you mean more….

Sougo: I don’t have anything really special, so…

Tamaki: You don’t need any more skills.

Sougo: Skills…? (5)

Nagi: You won’t get anything by praising me Sougo.

Mitsuki: Nagi needs to be more modest,just like Sougo.

Nagi: What is that, is it delicious?

Yamato: You, merge with Sou, then split that into two. That would be perfect…

Iori: It would be nice if Ousaka-san could give at least 10% of his diligence to Yotsuba-san.

Tamaki: What? stop with the math.

Iori: No, it’s nothing. Yotsuba-san, do you have any memories of Hiroshima?

Tamaki: Yeah. The Okonomiyaki was super delicious. I want to eat it again.

Riku: It really was! It was exciting eating at a popular restaurant known for its okonomiyaki!

Nagi: Riku was super excited there.

Tamaki: Level 50 Spicy man ate more spicy food though.

Mitsuki: He did!

Iori: He ordered without hesitation, didn’t he.

Tamaki: Yama-san even said, “I won’t be deceived by Sou’s smile ever again”

Yamato: I did say that.

Sougo: I, I am so sorry…

Mitsuki: Ahaha! Don’t apologize, these will all be fun memories!

Tamaki: It’s so spicy that I almost shed tears just sitting next to Sou-chan.

Riku: Wow! It’s THAT spicy!?

Iori: Nanase-san, please don’t try it.

Riku: I know that already…!

Tamaki: I’ve started calling this case as the “Spicy Sougo Bomb”

Nagi: So it’s SSB…

Riku: It sounds strong…!

Sougo: It’s embarrassing……

Mitsuki: Hey hey, youngsters, your conversations are cute as always but, it’s time for Hiroshima’s detailed announcements!

All: Oohh~!

Mitsuki: IDOLISH7’s tour across the country, “Visual Board Tour 2017” will take place at Hiroshima starting today, on February 13th. There will be a soft-atmosphere themed poster, CM, and merchandise there, so please check it out!

Sougo: There’s also Mitsuki-san’s message on billboard in Hiroshima Station, right?

Mitsuki: That’s right. It’s a bit embarrassing…!

Iori: We will continue to upload our photoshoots in Hiroshima on Twitter, so don’t miss it.

Riku: February 13th is also a day before Yamato-san’s birthday!

Sougo: It is.

Mitsuki: Old man’s day!! I’ll prepare lots of super cute chocolates for you.

Yamato: Don’t say old man’s day! Next month will be your turn, you know.

Mitsuki: I know that already! I expect a nice gift, Ossan!

Yamato: I’ll prepare confetti for you.

Tamaki: Give me some too, Yama-san.

Mitsuki: It’s not a doll festival!! …This annoying Ossan’s photobook is designed by Iori, so don’t forget to buy it, everyone~!

Nagi: The cover makes it difficult to buy it, but there are many photos that shows Yamato’s charms that can only be seen in the photobook, do get hold of it.

Tamaki: Ossan’s photobook is super great. I laugh all the time.

Riku: Ahahaha, stop that Tamaki! I’ve been holding back my laughter, and yet..!

Sougo: Tamaki-kun, if you don’t stop it now he will steal your King Pudding again…

Yamato: Uuughh just leave this topic alone! Let’s move on!

Iori: I will show my true skill. Please look forward to Ossan’s photobook, I mean Yamato’s photobook.

Nagi: Iori is in great condition today.

Mitsuki: Everyone really loves Yamato-san, huh! We don’t have much time left so we’ll continue in the dressing room later! Well then, everyone, see you next episode! 3, 2, 1!

All: The next “Kimi to ‘Ai'dolish Nai to!”, don’t miss it!!!!!

T/N

(1) “King Pudding Drink”, “100% Pudding”: (x)

(2) Mitsuki’s confession in Hiroshima dialect was: “Omae no koto, suki jakee” which literally translates to ‘about you, I love you’

(3) Riku literally said “Using ‘omae no koto’ in an confession makes it more manly!”

(4) ‘Omae’ means ‘You’. Sougo said that the confession line fits Mitsuki because Mitsuki calls out to others with 'omae’ everyday.

(5) In this conversation, Tamaki was trying to tell Sougo that he doesn’t need to change who he is, and not having as much confidence is fine. He literally said “Don’t add more skill,” which comes across even more confusing due to his lack of explanations

Thanks for reading!!

#idolish7 #idolish seven #visual board tour #hello hiroshima #yamamitsu is strong this time #everyone loves mitsuki~#4 DAYS UNTIL TAMAKI'S CONFESSION #nnnnnnrggghh #I hope I can translate it normally without showing my undying love to him #btw 100% pudding written on that king pudding drink #doesn't that mean it's just a pudding?#yazutranslates #yazu vbt translation

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[MF]It's all fun and games

The thing I hate worst about hunting demons is the hours. It sure as hell ain’t nine to five. I’m not saying it’s always at midnight, but it is very rarely earlier. Definitely nothing good happens after midnight.

I've been waiting on this one for a few days. The Strauss family had given me the key to their house and rushed out in obvious relief on Tuesday. As I had requested, they had tidied up but not moved too many things. I had come in with my gear and set up in the garage. A military style cot, dried food, two changes of clothes, some basic toiletries, and my box.

Yeah my box.

It’s important.

Years ago, I carved my box from an oak beam salvaged from a burnt down church. I had salvaged several things from that old place after it burned. I had a lot more of the wood, of course. The firemen had let me in as soon as they had completely extinguished the flames. Some of the metal objects had been quite warm but I figured I owed the congregation my best efforts. They deserved it. I was still pawing through the wreckage when about fifty parishioners showed up with tools and trucks. The had food and drinks with them. Two of the men had gently but firmly removed me from the wreckage and sat me down on a tailgate with a cup of coffee and the best damn egg sandwich I had ever eaten.

That was the night my eyes had been opened and my calling made perfectly clear. The night a demon burned down my fucking church. Right before I killed the little hellspawn.

These days I don’t get surprised. Some of the tactics vary with the demons but mine was pretty set in stone. As one of my childhood heroes, Bruce Lee puts it, “I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times.” My kick is my box.

I realize it seems a little weird as a weapon. It’s not so much the weapon exactly as a trap and a coffin. The box is very important and the nature of its making is important and hugely complicated. But in the end it makes the work so much easier. You can do this job without one, I had killed my first demon without one, but the box makes it possible to do so without burning down the structure you currently occupy. Bonus.

I won’t bore you with all the Symbols carved into the box. They are important certainly but the importance is directly related to me. If you made a box it would be very similar to mine in many ways. I could use yours and you could use mine. Assuming, of course that you are also a thaumaturge blessed by heaven. A thaumaturge is what they used to call a wonder worker or miracle worker.

I’m not making this shit up. Lots of Catholic saints, godmen in India and various other chosen people around the globe have done this throughout history. I can do it but I have no freaking idea how it works. I am satisfied knowing that it does, and I can help people with it.

Now sitting in the Strauss’ garage over the past few days I have really caught up on my reading. Mostly on my phone but also on my tablet, I devour series and single novels voraciously. If I could just make a living doing this I would be set. I eat a healthy, if a Spartan diet. I have all day to read, exercise and nap. Most nights are quiet and when they aren’t I have the grim satisfaction of knocking another invader off the wall between us and hell.

Have you ever looked at your watch, then someone asks you what time it is and you have to look again to answer them? That is the feeling I get when some demon shenanigans are about to begin. Like I did something stupid and I will likely do it again. I guess because the evil of the demon has a range and the perimeter feels more like exposed stupidity than actual evil. Chagrin maybe, I don’t know.

I set down my tablet when I get that feeling. I flex my feet in my boots to make sure the are tightly fastened. Standing slowly, I check the function of my joints and do a quick little stretch. I don’t want to pull a muscle for crying out loud. Some of these whoresons can get kind of rough. I snagg the box from where it lays on my pack. Finally, I roll my neck out one more time and walk to the door into the house and open it.

As I step through I catch a whiff. Butt funk and honey, Eu d’ Demon, my least favorite smell. The Strausses had told me that the demon seemed to begin in the kitchen and then move through the living room on its way upstairs to the kids rooms. I quickly decide to meet it in the living room instead of the kitchen. Too much sharp shit and glass in there.

Moving quickly I set the box down on the spot I picked out when I first arrived. The lid opens silently and I get a whiff of the oil that I rub into the wood after each use. It’s a pleasant and wholesome smell that covers up the demon stink very well.

I move silently and crouch behind the couch. I control my breathing and begin focusing on one of the small thaumaturgical miracles I can do. It essentially freezes any hellspawn in place for a few vital moments. I’m not one hundred percent sure why this is but it has something to do with how our brain functions versus a demons. Our amygdala is the part of the brain that processes our emotional reactions. Our amygdala loves a surprise. We like scary movies, surprise birthday parties and unexpected events. Even those people who say they hate them enjoy them. Well at least their amygdala has a positive reaction, even if the secondary reactions are not good.

I can sense the demon enter the room. The malevolence is palpable. An oppressive wrongness that kicks the senses into fight or flight. It’s time to make my move. My thaumaturgy is ready and I jump up from behind the couch and scream,

“Peek-a-boo!”

The reaction is instantaneous. The ugly blue/green thing with a clown’s face goes rigid, stiff as a board. I dash in and grab it with both hands and throw it as hard as I can towards the box. I hear the satisfying clunk of it closing, signifying the thaumaturge has taken affect.

I have never had the phobia but I do understand why people fear clowns. Something that closely resembles a human face but is slightly wrong in its features and movement makes us horrified. Deep down we know that the smile is wrong and hiding something. Every demon I have ever killed had a clown’s face. Horrifying.

I'm already fixing in my mind the next piece of thaumaturgy and I spin around putting my back to the demon and placing my hands over my eyes. I began to count aloud.

“1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi, 4 Mississippi, …”

When I get to ten I spin around and speak to the closed box.

“Ready or not, here I come.”

The box sits there, the lid is closed. I walk to the box and lift it onto the coffee table. I sit down on the couch and stare at the box for a moment and then reach out with my fist. I tap on the lid, the old rhythm. Tap tap tatap tap, Shave and a Haircut...a short silence. Then from inside the box comes the answering taps. Tap tap, Two bits. Got the bastard.

Now comes the coup de grace. I focus nearly all my attention on my left hand. I make it a weapon of the light and good in this world. I focus the wrath of God in my hand so that it begins to glow. I hold that power ready.

My right hand reaches for the little handle on the side of my box. It is the crank for a music box. As I begin to turn, the tinny sound of the music box floats in the room. I mouth the words to the song as I slowly crank the handle:

“Round and round the mulberry bush...The monkey chased the weasel..”

I think of all the little children in the world who go to sleep at night with a tiny touch of fear. They don’t know if they are the monkey or the weasel. Do they pursue their goals like their monkey. Scampering and trying to catch the things and people in their life that make them happy. Or do they scamper along in terror and panic? Stressed by the world and it’s pressure and always fearful of failure.

“The monkey thought twas all in fun..”

I know. I know they are both. I can’t save them from their own thoughts and choices, but I can give them one less thing to fear.

“Pop!...”

The lid pops open and the demon springs up. It is hideous and ridiculous all at the same time. It slobbers and snots through its horrid clown face. It’s blue hair bounced in ridiculous shoots at the sides of its head. The hands, in fat white gloves, reached toward me.

I reach out my left hand and touch the sickly soft fabric of its costume.

“You’re it, motherfucker.” I say in a low growl.

With the combination of the touch and those magic words, the clown screams. It lays its head back and howls. The hands come up straight in the sky and the entire clown body slumps all at once back into the box. One more scream comes from the box but it trails off. Like the old Roadrunner cartoons when something fell off a cliff. The scream fades and dies. I look in the box just to be sure. It smells like unwashed ass and honey but otherwise it is empty.

My right hand is still on the crank handle, I play the last notes.

“...goes the weasel.”

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