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alpacaparkaseok · 3 years ago

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Heartbreak Ave.

When they’re in love with you but you have feelings for a different member (Hyung line)

→ tags/warnings: SFW, angstyyyyy (like, I’m sorry but at the same time I wanted to write something sad), no, there’s not a happy ending really idk so read at your own heart’s risk, but like really. I was listening to “Manos de Tijera” while writing this so it’s a wee bit heartbreaking

→ a/n: I don’t really write reactions very often but this seemed fun when @sierra-fics brought it up! I actually have one of your suggestions in my drafts, just haven’t finished it up yet. Thanks for the push, though! I love exploring different styles!

read the maknae line version here!

Kim Seokjin

he’s not surprised

it’s probably the worst part for him, the fact that he’s not surprised when your eyes light up as Taehyung waltzes in the room.

he had been in the middle of plucking up the courage to invite you to try out that new Thai restaurant you’d been chattering about when Tae walked in

and you tried - you really did - to pay attention to what Jin had been saying, but you faltered a bit as Tae greeted you warmly and plopped down beside Jin

and Jin just watched, not surprised.

although what does surprise him is how much it hurts

that pain where your heart literally, physically hurts? it’s an exquisite pain, one that takes his breath away

and it doesn’t go away

it doesn’t fade

so he ends up in Namjoon’s studio later that night, and Namjoon knows to wait for him to open up

Jin just stares for a while, blankly at the wall

“Does Tae like her?”

Namjoon already knows who he’s referring to. He’s known about Jin’s helpless crush on you for ages, he knew before Jin himself figured it out

but it’s the way that Jin asks the question so softly, so carefully, that Namjoon realizes with a start that this is so much more than a crush

and Jin looks at him, misery clear in his eyes but also clear resolve visible even as unshed tears glimmer

“Would you really let her go?” Namjoon counters gently. Because he knows. He knows that if Tae got the green light, you'd be swept up in a matter of seconds.

and it’s the way that Jin stares down at his feet, and the tears begin rolling down his cheeks, that has Namjoon sick to his stomach

Jin nods, and when he speaks, his voice shakes but he sounds so earnest that it breaks Namjoon’s heart

“I’d do anything for her.”

no words are exchanged after that for a long, heart-wrenching moment. it’s just Jin, staring down at his feet and quietly sobbing, and Namjoon, pulling him into an embrace.

“I’m sorry, hyung.”

it’s surprising to Jin, just how much that soft phrase cuts through him. It sounds so final.

because at the end of the day, it’s the only solace that can be offered to him.

he lost.

he loved, and he lost.

Min Yoongi

you’re sitting beside him in his studio when the realization hits him like a freight train

sprawled sideways in your designated swivel chair while you stifle a yawn and rub your eyes, Yoongi wonders when he let his emotions get so out of hand

because you’re offering him a shy smile and asking him a question that he numbly answers, but on the inside he’s a total clueless mess

when did he fall in love with you?

it’s something that will haunt him long after you leave that night, rushing out when you get a call from Hobi

for the second time that night, he’s hit with another realization

he’s still reeling from the fact that he’s pretty sure he’s in love with you, so when you gasp and grin when your phone light up with a call, he falters

it’s like being doused with a bucket of ice water, the way you whisper, “oh, it’s Hobi!” and politely ask if you can take the call before rushing out into the hallway

“oh,” he mumbles to himself as the door closes. “it’s Hobi.”

and he laughs.

quietly, darkly. he laughs to himself, at himself, whatever.

because of course it’s Hobi. his best friend, his vitamin. you two deserve each other. of that much he’s certain.

he doesn’t waste too much time feeling sorry for himself; he’s logical enough to see that you two are probably a better match. it’s nothing personal.

so why does he stay in his studio all night, ignoring any calls or messages sent his way?

he’s not sure when he fell asleep, but next thing he knows he’s sprawled out on his little couch and you’re gently shaking him awake

“Yoongo? Did you stay here last night?”

his eyes crack open at the sound of your voice, just enough to be met with your sweet smile

and he, in his half-asleep state, smiles back. he reaches one hand up to gently brush back a strand of your hair, and he swears you lean into his touch

and when you mumble something about Hobi bringing breakfast up, Yoongi is hit with the third realization in less that twenty-four hours.

it’s startlingly simple:

he wants to cry.

so he excuses himself to the bathroom, and cries. sets a five minute timer so nobody gets worried and comes looking for him, and allows himself that time to cry.

then, with machine-like precision, he washes his face and puts some eyedrops in, and goes back out to pretend like everything is fine.

and whenever Jin or Taehyung bring up acting, Yoongi knows. He knows, deep down, that he’s the best actor of all.

because he still loves you

and you will never know.

Jung Hoseok

hobi has never been the most forthcoming with his emotions

he keeps them on lockdown

monitors them with military-like focus

so he knows the exact moment he begins developing feelings for you

(it’s when you brought Bang PD a bouquet for valentine’s day, just to make him blush)

and he knows the exact second when he fell in love

(it was when, after a grueling day at work, you silently walked through his door with his favorite goodies and left without a single word)

(you were wearing a yellow cardigan that day)

(he’s never looked at the color yellow the same way)

if he’s completely honest, he’s sometimes trying so hard to stay on top of his own feelings that he forgets to watch out for where your attention may be drifting

to be fair, you kept your own little crush on Jimin a secret

so when Hobi decides to get over himself and just shoot his shot, he decides he’s all in

and when you arrive at his apartment that night for a movie, you’re shocked to see a bouquet of yellow flowers in Hobi’s shaking hands

“hey” he breathes

you stare at the flowers, then at him

“hello...?” then, with a sinking felling, you point at the flowers. “are those for me?”

hobi smiles broadly. “yeah, they are.” and he hands them to you, allowing his fingers to brush up against yours

it’s electrifying, that small touch

and again, he’s so focused on how electrifying it is that he misses the way you look like you might be sick

pale face, concerned expression

he misses it all, because he’s so nervous but so stupidly in love that he’s just barreling ahead.

gotta get this out of the way

ugh, feelings

and so when he leads you to sit with him out on the balcony, he takes a deep breath and looks at you with wonder in his eyes

and that’s when he notices the way you’re fiddling with your bracelet

not a problem, except for the fact that it’s the one he saw Jimin carefully choosing from an online collection

so when you keep fiddling with the bracelet and avoiding Hobi’s eye contact, he gets it

he takes a long look at all those emotions he keeps in check, and allows himself a moment of self-pity before reaching out and laying a hand atop your own

you immediately stop fidgeting and look at him with wide eyes. he can see with a pang how you’re trying to come up with the best way to let him down easy

so he does the job for you

“I just wanted to say thank you for the other day,” he says, forcing a light tone. “when you brought me those goodies after work. It really meant a lot.”

you blink, confused. “Oh. uh, you’re welcome.”

“and,” he drawls, a well-rehearsed smile clawing its way onto his face, “I wanted to snoop and get the inside scoop about Jiminie. I know he got you that bracelet. did he finally cave and confess to you?”

you look shocked, but you burst out into relieved laughter. “how did you know?”

he didn’t. “how could I not? he’s absolutely whipped.”

and you blush under the stars and begin to ramble, lost in your excitement and joy.

and Hobi watches. smiling. supportive. laughing at the right spots and asking all the right questions.

later, when you give him a tight hug and thank him for the fun night, he lets the words sting as you call him “such a great friend.” he lets them sting, relishing in the pain.

he reminds you to take your flowers home, and you begrudgingly admit that they’re your favorite type of flower.

he didn’t know. but that hurts, too. the fact that he got it right.

Hobi never looks at the color yellow the same way again.

Kim Namjoon

he’s told you he loves you a million times now

every night, in every dream, he tells you how much he loves you

adores you with everything he is

you manage to find your way into his music, his musings, every piece of artwork he comes across

he's never been like this before

never, he’s sure of it

and everyone knows, except for you.

it becomes a strange game for the boys to play, dropping hints at every opportunity, laughing at your confused expression

Jungkook and Taehyung especially enjoy the chaos that they create, making Namjoon groan and grow embarrassed

but you have no idea

or are you just willfully ignorant?

all Namjoon knows is that he’s swimming in his feelings for you, completely lost and on the verge of drowning

but, oh, what a way to die

he’s never been able to stop himself when it comes to you

and he considers himself rather disciplined, but the way you make him feel he could throw caution to the wind and give it all up

so when you end up staying late one night at the apartment, the boys manage to convince you to stay

“there’s plenty of room” Jungkook muses, feigning deep thought. “besides, it’s too late for you to drive back tonight. just stay.”

and while Namjoon wants to kill them all for the way they offer up his bed to you, he thinks he might actually die when you reluctantly agree with a yawn

he knows he should offer to take the couch, but something stops him

it’s like he physically can’t

“I don’t mind sharing the bed” you state, squinting at him while wearing his basketball shorts and oversized t-shirt.

you look adorable. he’s unsure of how he’s even functioning right now, to be honest. he’s melting.

“just keep your snoring in check, loser”

and he’s back to laughing, turning off the light and hopping into bed

you’re so far away

why are you so far away?

“hey” he whispers, the sound so loud in the quiet. the only other sound is the muffled voices of the other members, no doubt down in the kitchen gossiping about the events of the night

“hey yourself” you whisper back, turning to face him

he can see you in the moonlight, his eyes having adjusted just enough.

and he wants to kiss you so badly

so he smiles, heart leaping when you smile back

and he reaches out, gently tracing your jawline.

you say nothing, heart thundering in your chest

because to be honest, you’re confused

why is he looking at you like that?

but you don’t ask as Namjoon takes a deep breath, steadying himself before propping himself up on one elbow and looking down at you with an adoring expression

your eyes flutter closed as he brushes his thumb against your cheek, and he can feel your heartbeat racing

your reaction gives him all the courage he needs as he leans down, lips capturing your own in a long, sweet kiss

and he’s going out of his mind because he finally kissed you, didn’t he?! finally!!

but those are your hands on his chest, and instead of pulling him in closer you’re gently pushing him away

“namjoon.”

he’s never hated his name so much.

“I’m so sorry- I- I thought that maybe-” he stutters, pulling himself upright as you do the same, and he launches out of bed, hands in his hair “I’m so sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable-”

“Namjoon.” you repeat, and he notices now how utterly distraught you look.

because you’re still confused, but there’s one name rolling around in your head even as you can still taste namjoon on your lips.

“I...” you shake your head, unsure of what to say. “It’s just...”

and he’s looking at you with big eyes, taking in every single word you say. and you want to take it all back, want to let him kiss you until you’re breathless, but your heart won’t let you.

“Just what?” he asks quietly, afraid of the answer. so afraid

“...Jungkook.”

two syllables, and his world comes crashing down around him.

namjoon is silent, avoiding your gaze as he grabs one of the pillows off of the bed and a spare blanket, heading toward the door.

“I’ll sleep on the couch. I’m sorry.”

and he’s gone before you can utter another word.

sure enough, the boys are still downstairs, and they all fall silent as Namjoon appears, throwing the pillow down on the couch.

“Hyung!” Jungkook asks, scrambling over. “Hyung, what happened? What are you doing down here?”

Namjoon can’t bring himself to look at the maknae, not when he can still picture how it felt to kiss you. not when those few seconds of paradise are still on his lips.

“Didn’t wanna wake her up with my snoring.”

because how could he ever be angry at the boy that looks at him like he’s his savior?

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alrightberries · 4 years ago

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strawberries and cigarettes (always taste like you)

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: angst ❈ word count: 4k

❈ summary: Levi celebrates Christmas Eve the only way he knew how: getting drunk and high on a rooftop while thinking about you.

❈ trigger warnings: drinking and smoking. mentions of violence, gore, blood and death. brief mention of sex. profanity.

a/n: canon compliant but also kinda not? idk if they have cigarettes in the aot/snk universe or if they celebrate christmas so just roll with it.

Smoke puffed out of Levi’s lips, slowly dissipating in the chilly December night. The breeze that passed by caused goosebumps to rise on his skin, a product of the winter’s unforgiving coldness, and the thought of getting off the rooftop where he sat in silence briefly crossed his mind. His office wasn’t that far and it wouldn’t take that long to quickly grab his coat, but the longer he stayed and stared at the dark sky, the more he found himself not caring about the cold breeze or the below zero temperatures.

He took another puff from the cigarette in his hand, eyes drifting towards the barracks where the rest of the regiment most likely was at this hour. The torches and lamps scattered around the base glowed a warm orange-y yellow, a contrast to the whites and blues of the snow and darkness. It looked gorgeous, almost, and Levi silently chuckled to himself at the sickening thought of finding anything beautiful at this fucked up time of year.

Christmas Eve.

A time for friends. A time for family. A time for people to gather around the fireplace and drink warm beverages as they sang songs, told stories, and eagerly waited for the stroke of midnight to open and exchange their gifts.

What a load of bullshit.

Christmas Eve was Levi’s version of a pain in the ass. It was a holiday filled with a bunch of cadets greeting him with a warm and cheery ‘Merry Christmas, Captain’ every time he passed them in the halls, and he would only respond with either silence or a brief nod of acknowledgement. Not to mention, it was also the time where Hanji would try to get him to celebrate different festivities in an attempt to cheer him up.

It was technically a week-long headache for Levi, with the eccentric soldier- for an entire seven days prior to Christmas- trying just about everything in the book in attempts to get him to sit around the fire with the other squad leaders or even do something as small as switch out tea for hot chocolate to match the holiday spirit. It seemed like Hanji’s excessive invitations would always get worse around Christmas Eve, but of course, it never worked.

Levi took a swig of the whiskey he’d brought with him onto the rooftop, extinguishing the cigarette he was holding and lighting a new one once it had reached its end, before taking another deep inhale of the stick of nicotine.

Indeed, Christmas Eve was nothing but a pain for Levi.

Perhaps Hanji thought of him as lonely. Maybe Erwin had even just half a mind to worry about his well-being. But truth be told, Levi did celebrate Christmas Eve in his own little way: at around 10 o’clock at night, without fail, Levi would make his way onto the highest rooftop of their current base carrying nothing but whiskey, nicotine, and strawberries. From there, he would drink and smoke until midnight came, at which point he would start to eat the strawberries he’d brought. Then he would drink and smoke some more until he felt like his liver couldn’t handle it anymore, before eventually making his way back to his quarters at 4 o’clock in the morning and attempt to get his drunk and high mind to rest.

It was his fucked up little Christmas Eve tradition.

The first year Hanji had noticed that Levi wasn’t around the base for their Christmas Eve celebration, they went around asking people if anyone had seen him, to which everyone would reply with ‘No, I haven’t seen him, sorry.’ When the second year came around, Hanji once again noticed that Levi was gone and no one had seemed to know where he was. So when the third year came around, they waited for him to leave his office and stealthily followed him around the base to find out exactly where Levi runs off to during the holidays. Hanji got caught, of course, and by the third time they’d gotten caught (and almost strangled each time) they knew it was best to stick to pestering him rather than following him.

Levi grimaced at the memories of Hanji trying to follow him around, him sensing it immediately and going around the base in an attempt to shake them off his tail, failing, and eventually just resorting to telling them off (Oi, four-eyes, how much longer do you plan to stalk me like a creepy old pervert?)

He sighed.

He wasn’t always like this. He used to enjoy Christmas Eve and doing all the cliche holiday traditions that came with it; sitting around the fireplace with Isabel and Farlan and playing the guitar, pretending not to care about their tone-deaf voices as they sang their own version of holiday songs, never really knowing the lyrics but knowing the tune and making up words to accompany the melody as they go.

Where did he go wrong?

It was around his second bottle of whiskey and his second (or third? He couldn’t remember but didn’t really care at this point) packet of cigarettes when Levi’s fuzzy mind would finally unlock the memories he’d kept at the very back of his mind- a place where he couldn’t reach them and they couldn’t reach him. Memories he’d repressed years ago, never to be thought of, never to see the light of day. Except on Christmas Eve.

He closed eyes as he exhaled, lying down on the rooftop’s snow-covered shingles as he carefully set down the bottle of whiskey next to him, just within his reach. He went through cherry-picked memories of his life Underground once again, relishing in the warmth and happiness he once felt when he was with Isabel and Farlan. But at the very corner of each memory, always within his peripheral vision, was a fuzzy character- a person, no doubt- laughing. Smiling. Holding his hand. Playing with his hair. Kissing him good night. Bandaging his wounds. Showing him tricks with a knife. Making tea. Talking with Isabel and Farlan.

He took another swig of the bottle of whiskey, eager to make the fuzzy memory vivid in a way that only the drink that burned his throat could do. His heart skipped a beat as the blurry edges and lines he’d superimposed into his own mind cleared and revealed the one person that made this living hell a bit less terrible, and the only reason why he ever did his little Christmas Eve tradition.

For a moment, it felt like he was floating on air as he finally got a good look at the character that he’d tried so hard to erase from his mind but never could. His mind may have forgotten but his body still remembered, and he felt the tips of his fingers tingle not from the cold but from the memories of a touch, a touch so endearing, a touch so warm, a touch that felt like home. A touch that was unmistakably you.

Mind fuzzy from the alcohol and head just a little light from the nicotine, Levi can faintly remember the moments he’d shared with you during his time in the Underground.

He remembers being homeless after Kenny had left him, then meeting you as you both ran into each other- quite literally, at that- when you stole bread from a bakery and made a run for it as two angry adults chased after you, cutting him a deal that if he helped you get out of it alive then you would share your measly loaf of bread with him. He remembers teaming up with you from that day onward and watching each others’ backs, sleeping in alleyways and taking shifts for safety, rummaging through garbage cans for food before Levi decided that enough was enough and robbing a stall so you both could eat that day.

Faintly, he also remembers the day he joined a gang that promised him food, shelter, and a steady paying job if he could prove how strong he was by beating up a rival gang member. He remembers getting jumped by three other people as he beat up the man he was told to pummel, fighting them off and winning without so much as a sweat. He remembers the gang he wanted to join eagerly inviting him after the fact, and he agreed on the condition that you came along too.

He remembers the first time he’d taken a shower after years of being filthy, and how clean and fresh he felt without the dirt and grime caking his clothes and his skin. He remembers hearing the door to his small room open- knowing that it was you- and turning around so he could marvel at how clean he felt. But his words died on his tongue as he took a look at you, hair clean, face visible, dirt free, and looking ever-gorgeous in the clothes he’d bought you the day before using his blood money. The clothes weren’t fancy in any way at all, just simple clothes that he bought on a whim when he realized that you’d been wearing the same unwashed garments for years, but he remembers it was enough for him to decide that, even though he didn’t understand what it meant when his heart sped up and the tips of his ears started to burn whenever he was around you, he liked looking at you when were clean. He liked being clean.

He remembers the first time you kissed him. He was sat on the bed of your shared room, gritting his teeth as you stitched up a cut on his forehead and berated him for being so careless, being too confident, on one of the jobs his boss had assigned him. He finished the job, of course, his ability to get the job done without fail being the main reason why he was assigned so many assignments in the first place, but it didn’t make you less angry when he walked into the room with bruised knuckles and a large gash on his forehead. He remembers staying silent, breathing through the pain of what was essentially surgery with no anesthesia as your berating slowly died down and he could finally see in your eyes the worry you tried to conceal with anger. He remembers taking your hand in his after you’d finished cleaning up the materials you used to administer first aid, gently pulling you down to sit next to him as your hands reached out and cradled his face, careful not to touch the freshly sewn skin as he slowly leaned in until his lips met yours.

He remembers the first time he had sex with you, how it was nothing short of awkward and clumsy as two teenagers tried to figure out what goes where and how to do this and that. You were both each others’ first, that much he knew, and though the first time wasn’t as hot and steamy as everyone had worked it out to be, he still enjoyed it because it was you. He remembers cradling you in his arms that night as you fell asleep, a small smile on your peaceful face, and he made his first silent promise that night: that he’d do anything within his power to keep you safe and happy.

He remembers Farlan and the support he gave as Levi worked his way up to a higher position in the gang’s ranks, inevitably becoming the leader through his skills and hard work (a result of the second silent promise he’d made to himself: that he would work hard and become successful enough that you wouldn’t have to lift a finger to live a decent life.) He remembers taking you out of your small shared bedroom and moving you to an actual house that you could call your own; it was barren and filthy and needed a lot of tender love and care, but it didn’t matter- as long as you were with him, he was home.

He remembers getting his hands on some ODM gear through the black market, training Farlan to become his right-hand man as you stayed within the base and administered first-aid to any member of his gang that needed it. He refused to let you learn how to use the gear, fearing that if you were to be seen doing his dirty work with him then you would become a target of both rival gangs and the Military Police. You didn’t mind, perfectly comfortable with staying at home and handling the more business side of things that involved pay distributions and document blackmails.

He remembers meeting Isabel that fateful day she barged into your home, scaring away the thugs who chased after her and accepting her into the group, your odd little family of dysfunctional orphans now complete.

He remembers spending Christmas Eve with his little family, sitting around the fireplace as you laughed at one of Farlan and Isabel’s stories, hand tightly clutching his as he silently reveled in the peace and happiness he managed to find in the least happy and least peaceful city within the walls. He remembers you telling him to close his eyes as the clock struck midnight, eagerly placing a cardboard box on his hands and apologizing for not wrapping it because you couldn’t afford the wrapping paper anymore, money already spent on the gift itself. He remembers his heart swelling as he opened the box, a beautiful porcelain tea set staring back at him as Isabel and Farlan proudly proclaimed that they also got him a copper kettle and some quality tea leaves to match your gift. He remembers scolding the three of you for spending so much money on such lavish gifts, but you dismissed him and said that it was alright, the little extravagance and months of saving being well worth his present for Christmas and his birthday (which were, coincidentally, the same day).

He remembers the Christmas Eve after that. He remembers the three of you shyly apologizing for not getting him a gift, still recovering from your lavish spending the year before, and he said it didn’t matter because he bought whiskey and cigarettes to share. Faintly, he could still hear Farlan asking him what the hell cigarettes were, and he explained that since the whiskey itself was expensive, he couldn’t afford cigars and instead opted for the cheaper synthetic version of it. He remembers being sat on the roof as you laughed and drank and smoked until sunlight peeked through the gutters on the ceiling of the Underground, clumsily making your way back inside your home to sleep (really, it was mostly you, Isabel, and Farlan who were clumsy. Levi had a high alcohol tolerance and though he grumbled about having to always babysit the three of you when you drank, he always made sure that you were all tucked into bed and snoring away before he himself went to sleep.) He remembers it becoming a tradition for your little family, something that you did every Christmas Eve after that.

He remembers the mysterious nobleman who sat in his little carriage, offering a job to Isabel, Farlan, and himself in return for a generous fee and citizenship to Wall Sina. He remembers rushing home and relaying the news to you as you held his hand, happy that they would be able to go above ground, a privilege that few had. He remembers kissing your forehead and promising to use the money that came with the job to buy you citizenship as well, promising that he would take you above ground and show you the sky. He remembers you crying, tears of joy falling down your face as you kissed him, silently thanking whatever higher being there was that you met Levi.

He remembers his last day in the Underground, gearing up with Isabel and Farlan as they prepared to execute their plan of getting “arrested” by the Survey Corps and taken above ground to finish the job. He remembers your sad eyes and the way you tried to conceal them with a smile, yet he saw right through your act and promised he’d be back for you. He remembers sarcastically asking what souvenir you wanted for him to bring back after the job was done, and you kissed his nose before saying you wanted strawberries, a rare delicacy in the Underground but commonly found above. He remembers agreeing, giving you one last kiss farewell before they set out to do the job.

He remembers sitting on the barracks’ rooftop with Isabel and Farlan, admiring the heavens. He remembers being in awe of how beautiful the moon and stars were, the way they twinkled and shined in the darkness of the night. It was the first time any of them had ever seen the sky. He remembers smiling as he sat between his two closest friends, a feeling of wonder and serenity washing over him as he made another silent promise to himself that night: that he would show you the sky the way he sees it now, with your little family.

He remembers the horror he felt the day after when he rushed back to Isabel and Farlan in the battlefield, finding nothing but Isabel’s severed head and Farlan’s torso on the ground. He remembers the pain, the anguish, the despair that ran through him as he yelled and cried, killing the titan that murdered his friends and ripped away half of his family before collapsing on the ground, realizing that there was no point because he was too late. He remembers Erwin telling him that he knew what he was up to all along, but he was more than welcome to stay in the Survey Corps if he so desired. He remembers agreeing numbly, mind still reeling at his loss. He remembers realizing it had almost been an entire year since he last saw you, but he was too ashamed and in too much grief to come back empty-handed. He had failed the job. He had no money. He had no citizenship for you. And he didn’t have Isabel and Farlan anymore.

He remembers working hard for the next couple of months, realizing that the longer he stayed alive the more money they would pay him. He remembers the day he realized he finally had enough money to buy you citizenship, immediately requesting for time off on Christmas Eve, planning to finally come back to you and fulfill his silent promises. He remembers stopping by the local market, buying a fresh basket of strawberries as an apology for making you wait so long (and also because he still remembered your request), before heading to the Underground the day before Christmas to surprise you.

He remembers feeling nervous yet giddy as he walked to the location of your home, thoughts of finally seeing you for the first time in so long filling up his mind. Nervousness was replaced with worry the closer he got to your home, and he realized that something was horribly wrong. He rushed to the house, fresh bodies littering the front steps as he tried not to step on them. Blood dripped around him, and he knew that whatever happened, happened recently. The door was already open, and Levi wasn’t sure what he was expecting as he cautiously stepped inside but he already feared the worst. Just then, he heard a loud thump followed by a groan coming from your shared bedroom, and Levi rushed inside. He remembers the way his heart stopped at the sight he saw: you, bleeding out on the floor, multiple stab wounds on your abdomen and struggling to breathe. He remembers dropping the basket he held, strawberries scattering around the floor as he rushed to your side, fear turning into panic as he clutched you in his arms.

“Levi,” he remembered you whispering with a weak smile. Your hand reached out to brush a stray strand of hair away from his face. “You came back.”

He remembers scoffing because of course he came back. He promised you he would.

He remembers trying to put pressure on your wounds but not knowing where to start because you had been stabbed so many times and there was only so much he could do since he only had two hands. He remembers you trying to stop him, telling him it was no use. He remembers yelling at you to shut up, okay? You’re not fucking dying on me. Not now. Not ever.

He doesn’t remember crying, however. But he does remember you reaching out once more to wipe at his cheeks, and he was briefly aware that somehow his cheeks had gotten wet. He remembers you holding his hands that were still trying to put pressure on the wounds, begging him to stop, Levi, please. You and I both know it’s no use.

He remembers the unmistakable sound of a grandfather clock’s bell, signaling the strike of midnight. He remembers holding your hand as you weakly looked up at his face, a small smile on your lips as you whispered “Merry Christmas and a happy birthday to you, Levi. I love you.” before your hands fell limp in his.

He remembers collapsing, yelling out your name as he held your corpse in his arms. He remembers shifting, feeling an empty basket bumping against his leg, and he’s suddenly reminded of the strawberries he’d brought as he rushed to gather them all up with shaky hands and put them in the basket once more. “I brought you strawberries, just like you asked.” He remembered saying, pathetically placing it down next to your head. But it was too late. He was too late.

It was gang activity, most likely retaliation. He remembered the Military Police saying. You’re lucky, actually. They left just a couple minutes before you arrived.

He doesn’t remember what happened after that.

But he does remember that he broke all of his promises to you. He remembers that you never even knew that Isabel and Farlan were dead. He remembers that you never even got to see the sky or breathe in the fresh air. He remembers that you never even got to know what strawberries taste like. He remembers that he was too late. For you. For Farlan. For Isabel.

He was always too late.

The feeling of something cold and wet on his cheeks snapped Levi from his reverie. He sat up, silently cursing the snow that fell on his face as his hands wiped at his cheeks, letting go of the bottle of whiskey in favor of blindly looking for the strawberries he’d brought up with him onto the roof. He felt numb. He wasn’t sure if it was due to the cold, the alcohol, the nicotine, or his own heartbreak at the memories he tried to suppress. He never allowed himself any time to mourn, instead choosing to keep all those memories under lock and key somewhere within the dark crevices of his mind, only to be opened on Christmas Eve, the day he lost it all.

The day he lost his entire family.

He shifts, suddenly aware of the small box in his pocket. As he took out and opened the small black velvety box, he noticed more snowflakes had melted on his cheeks, the gold ring staring back at his face for a few moments before he angrily closed it once more and shoved it back inside his pockets, its weight feeling as heavy as his heart.

He was too late.

Silently, Levi realizes that snow wasn’t falling. He realizes that the wet on his cheeks isn’t from the snow melting on his face, but rather, from his own tears as they slowly came down in gentle streams.

The bell tower rang throughout the base, signaling the stroke of midnight. Bitterly, he took a bite of the strawberries as he lied down once more, reaching for the bottle of whiskey.

Merry Christmas and a happy fucking birthday to me.

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makoodlesarchive · 5 years ago

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Hello, idk if your taking requests, if not just ignore this. I just saw on Insta about this new trend where if your man is playing video games and not paying attention to you, just walk in front of him butt naked. can do this with our best boi kiri with nsfw ending? Thanks love.

ok ok so i actually really loved this request ahahah it’s so cute!! i’ve been playing a lot of animal crossing lol (also i’m sorry i didn’t quite get to the nsfw ending but it’s implied i guess?)

pairing: kirishima eijirou x fem!reader

words: 1432

warnings: nudity, suggestive themes

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Kirishima has been playing video games for hours.

That might not bother you too much, usually. But this is the third day in a row that this has happened – he came over to your place with his Switch so that he could hook it up to your TV and play. He didn’t stop playing when you announced that you were going to walk to the shop for groceries, he didn’t stop playing when you cooked food, and he didn’t stop playing when you snuggled into him on the couch and trailed soft kisses down his neck. At most, he took a swift second to kiss your forehead before his attention diverted right back to the screen.

“Baby?” you make one last hopeful bid for his attention, calling from the doorway.

He still doesn’t look away from the screen. In fact, you’re not altogether sure if he actually heard you. He’s chattering away to his friends over his headset, laughing excitedly at whatever they’re saying. “You’re too focused on paying the home loan, man, donate them to the museum instead! Nah, seriously-!”

Right. Okay. Time to step it up a little. You beat a tactical retreat back to the bedroom to rethink your strategy. Maybe… it was time to try out that trend you had seen Instagram. You had laughed when you had first seen it but figured you would never get the chance to try it because Kirishima was usually so attentive. He had never straight up ignored you for the sake of a video game before, and honestly it was bothering you a lot.

You strip down to your underwear, then pause for a moment before thinking “Fuck it, may as well go all the way” and stripping off your underwear too. You take a deep breath, and try not to feel as desperate as this is making you look. It’s been three days, and you just want a little attention. If this is the way to get it, then fine!

When you slip out of your room and pad down the hallway, goosebumps erupt across your bare flesh and you shiver a little in the cool air. This better be worth it, because now you’re embarrassed and cold. It’s no surprise when you get back to the living room and see that Kirishima hasn’t moved.

You strike a seductive pose against the doorframe, then decide that it looks stupid and rearrange yourself in a more casual lean with your arms folded below your breasts. “Eijirou?” you call softly.

“Just a minute, babe,” he replies without turning his head, “I’m playing Animal Crossing with the boys. Hey, Denki, I’ve got oranges at the top of my island if you want some-”

You pout. How were you supposed to seduce him when he wouldn’t even look your way? You glare at the screen, where little chibi versions of Kirishima, Denki, and Sero were racing about with nets and shaking trees. How dare it look so cute and idyllic when it was the current bane of your existence?

Well, fine. This was just fine. You would just go about your normal business, stark naked, and see how long it would take him to notice. Kirishima’s hoodie has slipped off the back of the couch and fallen to the floor, so you scoop it up. Next is the mess of paperwork that you had left over the coffee table. You walk in front of Kirishima, grab your stuff, then retreat to the back of the room to hang his hoodie up.

At first, there’s no reaction. Kirishima keeps playing as though nothing had happened. It takes a moment or two, and then his little cartoon character comes to a halt on the screen. His head does a very slow turn, until he’s craning his neck right round to get a glimpse of you. He looks as though he’s not quite sure of what he’s just seen.

You hum softly to yourself and shuffle through the paperwork, pretending to be reading it. When you peek over the top of the paper, you can see Kirishima goggling at you with a slack jaw. You stubbornly show no sign of noticing his eyes on you, keeping your attention fixed on the sheets of paper in front of you. You don’t even know what you’re looking at – it might be a water bill.

“Babe…” Kirishima says, trailing off at the end and sounding a little strained. “What..?”

“Hm?” you glance up as though you’re just noticing his attention on you now. “What’s up?”

“You’re-” he begins, then seems to remember the headset. He tugs it off his head hastily, cursing softly as it gets stuck on his hair before throwing it aside. “You’re naked.”

You glance down at yourself with raised eyebrows, as if you’ve only just noticed. “I suppose I am.”

Kirishima’s gaze roves constantly over your body, as if he can’t decide which part he wants to stare at. His mouth is still slightly open. When you shift your weight on your feet he seems to snap out of it, his mouth closing as he gets to his feet and rounds the couch so quickly he nearly trips up on the rug. You watch him approach, setting aside the bills as he comes to a stop right in front of you. As his hands come to rest on your waist, you notice for the first time that he’s started to grin. “You look really good.” he rumbles, and leans in to press a soft kiss to your lips.

You smile sweetly at him when he pulls back, and sigh as he lowers his head to suckle softly at your neck. Over his shoulder though, your eyes fall on the television screen. Kirishima’s little Animal Crossing character is standing inactive, but Denki’s and Sero’s are running loops around it. Chat bubbles are popping up over their heads, though you’re too far away to read what they say. They must be confused about why Kirishima had suddenly disappeared from their voice chat. The sight of the game makes you realise something; you’re feeling pettier about how much he had ignored than you had first realised.

Kirishima sighs against the spot he had been kissing, and the sensation of his hot breath against your spit-slicked throat has you shivering. You have to stay strong though. You have to carry through with this. “Baby.” he murmurs into your neck, and then you feel his hands sliding down your back to cup your ass.

You hum gently, allowing his touch. When his fingers become exploratory though, you step back out of his embrace. His hands follow you, before he realises that you’re backing away from him. He looks confused and a little hurt as his hands fall, looking at you questioningly. “Kiri,” you say softly, rocking on your feet, “You’ve been ignoring me.”

Your boyfriend looks startled, before a look of realisation settles over his face. “I’m- you’re right, I’m so sorry. I got so caught up in the game-” He’s frowning as he reaches out to you again, but this time you capture his hand in yours.

“I’m not sure if you deserve to touch me right now, Eiji.” Your voice is light and teasing, but his face still crumples in disappointment.

His fingers twitch within your grasp, as though he’s forcibly resisting the urge to touch you. “But,” he begins, his gaze dropping to your tits; your nipples have pebbled in the cold, and he makes the most adorable little whining sound when he sees. “Princess, please!”

You pretend to consider, but really – as if you’re going to say no. You’ve been waiting for this sort of undivided attention for days. “I think you’ll have to make it up to me, baby.”

You’ve barely finished speaking before Kirishima’s hands are on your hips and you’re being hoisted into the air. A bright laugh escapes you as you wrap your legs around his waist, and then you’re being carried down the hall to the bedroom. Kirishima is kissing your forehead and the side of your head, anywhere he can reach. He’s barely even looking where he’s going, and you laugh as you field off bumping into walls with your outstretched arms. “Y/N,” he murmurs, and his eyes are so soft that they really don’t match the heat in his voice, “I’m going to make it up to you all night long.”

“Good.” you announce, rather smug as he finally manages to fumble his way into the bedroom. “You have three days worth of attention to make up for.”

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hansrlow · 3 years ago

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i saw the cats national tour, these are my act two thoughts

my act one thoughts

im not gonna paste the entire cast list again bc its too long aaaahhh

The Moments of Happiness: old deut comes out on stage like, halfway through intermission ? and the next cats out at the start of act 2 are cassandra and the psychic twins. I enjoy how the psychic twins Bop sillabub on the head to get her to sing the lines from memory . its adorable. after everyone sings the lines from memory, old Deuteronomy leaves the stage

Gus The Theater Cat: because john was playing old deuteronomy literally right before GTTC starts, Kayli has to start the song alone. When gus finally does make it out on stage, a small group of cats forms at his feet, most notably the two kittens and Mungorump. Rumpleteazer stuck her tongue out at sillabub at one point and made silly upset :( , and then I think they also bullied Pouncival a bit too? I was busy looking at tugger and then heard a bit of audience laughter and then looked back to The Group and seen an upset pounce, but idk what they did to him . Gus’ blood curdling noise was wonderful and zuggers reaction was adorable

The Awefull Battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles: gus, mid-sentence, forgets the rest of the title (I think starting at intervention?) and munk helps him out which i find very sweet . tugger and jenny help Rumpleteazer get into Dog Gear before her barking match against Pouncival. After the barking match, rump keeps her dog gear on, but pounce goes and sits on the tire w/ silly and tugger (who was Very into the performance) the entrance of the great rumpus cat was top notch . I love the lighting in this show

Skimbleshanks The Railway Cat: (theres a train going by as im typing this how fitting) because of the lack of an old deuteronomy, rump has to start the song all by herself and she does a great job and im very proud of her . after that Skimble runs up to the top of the car and pretends to be asleep for the “Skimble? Where is Skimble?” line which like . thank u sean . also sean is an absolutely adorable and amazing Skimble. legit couldn’t tell that this was only his third (!!!) time in the role. and to the surprise of no one, zugger also had adorable reactions during this song, and during the part where Skimble is describing to the kittens how humans act on the train, tugger goes onto the tire next to Munkustrap and starts doing some Hip Thrusts and Wiggles TM . and then Munkustrap, in a surprising turn of events, ALSO starts thrusting them. Which surprised not only me but also seemingly surprised munk (and tugger) before he decided to Just Go With It. And then old deut shows up at the very very end, like literally just to get kidnapped by henchman!pounce

Macavity: ok so when Macavity shows up its like . legitimately a little bit frightening bc it was very loud . connor did an incredible job as Macavity though kudos to him. As for the actual song ,,,, I am very in love with both lauren and Chelsea and they both did such a good good job. Chelsea specifically has such a good, deep bomba voice im in love

Macavity Fight: ok I really don’t have much to say about this other than the part where Macavity and Munkustrap are both really low to the ground, you know . this part ?

devon was like . literally On The Floor during that part he was so low to the ground . also ! I love alonzos lil powerup moment he goes through after munk gets wrecked, its very sweet.

Mr. Mistoffelees: after tugger says “you ought to ask magical mr Mistoffelees” everyone starts to leave the stage, and then he says the “listen to me and don’t scoff” line. I was watching munk and demeter during this part and found it interesting that even after tugger said that, munk still looked like he wanted to leave, but demeter tapped him and convinced him to stay. Paul as misto is incredible. Hes an absolutely wonderful dancer, and I love how the broadway revival went HARD on making it clear that misto deals with light magic (he does lighting stuff in jennys song, in tuggers song, in the ball, and in TABOTPATP) hes just a cute lil light up boy and I love him a lot . pauls misto also clearly has Main Character Syndrome and i think thats perfect . after he brings old deut back, (and after tugger credits him for bringing old deut back,) tugger and misto do a lil paw touch and a head nuzzle, was very cute. (side note: misto has a bunch of really cute moments w a few characters, namely bomba, rump, and demeter)

Memory: im going to repeat this one last time: kelliann decarlo is an amazing Grizabella . but also ? bri is the most adorable sillabub, and together they formed one of my favorite renditions of memory . its just got so much Emotion in it..

The Journey to the Heaviside Layer: my only comment about this song is that Mistoffelees was the only cat who DIDN’T touch Grizabella and I don’t know why

The Ad-Dressing of Cats: the audience loved this one because of the poses the cats would take, but my one true thought is “goddamn misto is so close to that tire isn’t he” like . hes clearly supposed to be looking at old Deuteronomy but I do not think that paul is able to actually see old deut from the angle hes at.

Ive got two notes on the bows: zach and I made a Very brief moment of eye contact, and after doing some Shimmies with Mungojerrie, tugger is beckoned over by misto and they do some shimmies, a paw touch, and another head nuzzle. oh and i guess a third note would be that kieran does the first bow (the pouncival bow) AND the last bow (the tumble bow, he doesnt flip but he does do some cool Jumps) and honestly im so proud of him and he deserves both bows

#cats the musical #i would make a character specific post but im Tired and the only characters id talk about would be tugger and misto #and some stuff about alonzo munk and mungorump #to sum it up i love max's lil nasty mungo and i just love rumps personality in general but kelly is so so good #i loved when she lightly bullied sillabub #and alonzo and munk .. i know they play them as just besties but .#munk and lonz felt kinda like they're more than just friends #i mean clearly munk is with demeter but . there were some Looks and some Moments where it felt . to me at least . that munk and alonzo have #tried being together and are still really close #that reminds me there were a few moments during the ball i believe where munk and deme were like #grossly in love w each other

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ahsoka-lives · 4 years ago

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Master Kenobi

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Princess Reader

A/n: This is a new obi wan series I’m starting because I read some of @hellotherekenobi prince!obi and it made me think about how pretty he is and how much he belongs in/around a castle. Let’s all pretend that Obi got to do some real peace keeping before being thrown into a war and given a toddler to raise. Also I wrote him as CW beard Kenobi because I looovveee beard Kenobi. Enjoy! Gif is by @ofallingstar

Word Count: 1364

Warnings: Mentions of a threat idk

The blue and violet flowers mingled with the warm yellow sunlight as the sun ascended on the palace. Little can be said to capture the beauty and tranquility that could be felt on early mornings like these. The mornings you woke before your mothers to sneak a bag of fresh pastries from the kitchen and make your way beyond the palace walls.

You were next in line for the throne and you were supposed to be spending your days looking for a significant other so that you could relieve your mothers of their duty. The problem was, you had no interest in any of the princes in your area and the only other princesses around were either married or far too young.

Your mothers were growing tired of keeping up with your shenanigans and you could tell. The palace guards were getting harder to sneak past and the chef was reluctant to supply you in your adventures. This wasn’t going to stop you though, it only meant you had to try a bit harder.

With your bag over your shoulder and slippers in hand (shoes make for loud footsteps) you crept down the corridor and peered around the corner. Suspiciously, there are no guards at the front doors. Your original plan was never the front doors, that is how you’d get caught for sure. But now they seemed empty and inviting.

You took one last glance behind you and quickly made your way down the hall. The tile was cool through the thin cloth of your sheer tights and you felt giddy at how close you were to your great escape.

Just before opening the door, you pulled the slippers over your feet. A smile made its way onto your face and you pulled the handle on the door, sunshine beginning to slip through the open door.

“Your highness, I’ve been expecting you.” A silky smooth voice spoke with confidence. Standing below you at the bottom of the small staircase was a man in cream-colored robes. He had his head bowed and the sun was shimmering against the dirty blonde locks that were neatly pushed back.

“And you are?” You’d never seen this man before and you felt yourself become annoyed as he seemed to have foiled your plans.

“I am Master Obi-Wan Kenobi.” He replied simply with a small smile dancing on his lips.

Goodness, he was handsome. His beard was as neatly kept as his hair and his light-colored robes complimented him. Freckles were laid gently across his rosy cheeks, a nice match for his sparkling eyes.

You cleared your throat and rid your mind of admiration for the man before you. You were on a mission.

“What can I help you with, Master Kenobi?” You placed emphasis on his name and folded your arms over your chest.

“I believe the better question is, what can I help you with, your highness? Your mother has requested me as your personal guard.”

“That can’t be right. I’m not in any danger.” You insisted with your eyebrows drawn in disbelief.

“I was not given the details yet but I’m certain they wouldn’t have brought me in unless it was important.” He assured and ascended the steps.

When he arrived to the top where you stood he pulled the door open and looked at you expectantly.

“After you.” He gestured and you had to refrain from rolling your eyes.

Did your mothers really hire someone to keep you from leaving the palace? Which of your mothers had you finally pushed to getting you a babysitter? Or was there actually a threat?

“So, what makes you qualified to protect me, Master Kenobi?” You asked as the two of you made your way to the throne room. The guards were now in position along the corridor and it dawns on you that they practically led you to him.

“Please, call me Obi-Wan. As far as qualifications go, I was chosen out of 3 other Jedi for this position. It appears your mother thought I was best fit.” He glanced at you with a twinkle in his eyes that made your heart flutter.

You offered a small smile and a nod. The throne room was a few feet ahead and you were somewhat dreading the conversation with your mothers that awaited you. Unfortunately for you, there was no time to sulk. The guards drew open the doors and ushered you and Obi-Wan inside.

The throne room was as regal as ever. The soft carpet that led into the room and up the steps to the throne was the same champagne color it’d been since perhaps before you were born. Flower arrangements were strewn along with twinkling lights that only added to the whimsical effect the room had. The kingdom did not follow the tradition of the king above queen or vice versa. Both would rule equally and receive the same respect. There were two thrones inside along with a third seat placed for their only child, for you. Your throne wasn’t quite as exquisite as the others but it was hand made with your birthstone embedded into the headrest just like the others.

You gave a final nod to Obi-Wan before taking your place next to your mothers. The three of you exchanged pleasantries including a motherly peck on the cheek from one and a knowing glare from the other.

“Forgetting something, my dear?” Your mother asked and gestured toward the top of your head.

You feebly nodded and looked to your right where your handmaiden was standing with a box. She carefully ascended the side of the steps and opened the box for you.

The tiara that you intentionally left behind this morning lay gently atop the velvet pillow. You never took it on your ventures outside the palace and your mothers knew this. You tenderly places it upon your head and looked to Obi-Wan who had been watching the interaction, clearly amused by it.

You blushed and rolled your eyes as the Queens turned their attention to him as well.

“Master Kenobi, thank you kindly for joining us.” The kind but confident voice of your mother, Irene spoke.

“The pleasure is mine, your majesty. I must admit, I’m still not entirely sure of my purpose here.” He was poise and his words were delivered with the utmost respect.

“Of course, when we were selecting a protectorate we weren’t exactly transparent. However, now that you’re here we will brief you on your purpose. It would seem that a prince from a neighboring planet was offended by my daughters refusal of his hand.” She explained.

Your other mother, Lila, who was much more protective than Irene scoffed at her wording.

“He’s a bit more than offended, my love. We suspect the prince and his father may have a plot to kidnap our beloved daughter.” Lila’s words made the room freeze. A gasp left your mouth that your hand quickly covered.

“Hm, I see.” Obi-Wan nodded with concern covering his handsome features. “Queen Lila, Queen Irene, I can assure you that no harm will come to her while I am here.”

“That’s what we were hoping to hear, Master Kenobi. We will have our guards give you a detailed map of the palace and you will be informed of their rotation. Feel free to alter it as you seem fit.” She rambled and requested a guard to her side with the wave of her hand.

You were no longer paying attention to the meeting. Lost in the thought of someone actually wanting to harm you. Your people were peaceful and conflict seldom made it’s way to you. Of course, you knew that prince wasn’t exactly happy with the result of his visit but to kidnap you? That’s a bit dramatic, isn’t it?

“And Master Kenobi..” You were snapped out of your thoughts by your mother calling his name once again. You attempted to wipe the look of fear off of your features as you looked back toward your mother who was now looking at you with adoring eyes.

“Princess Y/n is not to leave your side, not even for a moment.”

“Yes, of course, Your Majesty.”

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I got this amazing review that really inspired me. I was just going to write a nice little bow on the end of this. But they really showed me the potential as well as showed me there were a lot of strings still left to tie up! I really hate they left it as a guest, I want to give them credit. So, dear anon, this chapter is for you! Thank you for your review and I’ll be answering all your questions in this chapter and ones to come!

I hope this is funny in places. I thought it was lol. Anyway, here is a Prequel chapter showing you were the boys came from a little bit more. I might show more later, a sister story was requested. Idk if I’ll get to all that. Maybe next year for sins week, we’ll see.

Keeping with ‘tradition’ I wrote this today! So many other things I should be working on but what am I gonna do yeah? Maybe more reviews on this will make me write more lol. Yes, this is rushed but I wanted consistency and also, I wanted to get it to you all. It’s also in third person because it’s all past tense to when the original story began. It just felt right to me. I hope you like it anon and if I didn’t answer a question, no worries, I’m getting to it!!

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“A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.” ― Graham Greene, The End of the Affair

Miroku

The water crashed against the cave's opening, waking him from what was, otherwise, a delightful sleep. It had been centuries of the same, crawling into his cave as early as his body would allow all so he could drift off into a world of 'make-believe'.

He knew it was more than that; that it was more than just his wishful thinking. It was the same scenery most nights but he relished slipping into his unconsciousness each and every night. It made the days drag on so long now.

Pulling himself out and into the open, he glanced up towards the high cliff above. It had been so long since the Monk Miroku and the children had come to the edge to learn and play. Many years, in fact, but he had long ago lost count of all that. So he was surprised when a young girl sat close to the edge. He climbed up the side to get a better look and listen.

"Oh god… please…." she cried. He wished he could comfort the girl but what could he do with his tentacles? "Please… I love him so much. Help him to love me in return or… let me move on…"

Her eyes danced to the water below, the deadly waves hitting the rocks hard for emphasis. This girl wanted to end her life over love? Was it truly that great? It was hard for him to imagine love being that powerful but he only had his dreams to go off of.

The girl sat for a few more moments, sobbing before slowly pushing off the ground. She stood, looking over the edge and he feared she would run over it, ending her life and suffering the easy way.

"Christine!" The girl spun, and his demon hearing allowed him to hear the hitch in her throat. A boy, who looked the same age, bounded up to her. "What are you doing here?"

She shook her head and looked away, "I could ask you the same thing?"

"I'm looking for you!"

The squid demon took in their appearances for the first time. Their clothes were strange. The girl wore pants and not a skirt. And the boy wore a small shirt with words printed on it. It had been a long time since he had come up from the cave but he was delighted to see the clothing matched the girl in his dreams. Made it seem less crazy and also… meant the time was near.

The girl pressed her face into her palms and sobbed. "I'm sorry. I.. I want to be… happy for you but I just can't…"

There was nothing else said, the boy stomping up to the girl and wrapping his hold around her hard. A few moments passed with them like that and then, the boy whispered, "Let's be happy together then?"

The girl tried to pull away to see or fight, the demon wasn't sure, but the boy refused to let her go, no matter what she did. "You… you were with her! I saw you! You love her!"

"No, I don't."

This was the boy she was pining for and now that he was here for her, she fought against him hard? Pushing and hitting? The boy didn't let go and the squid was close to stepping in. The girl may have wanted the boy but she wanted him to let go now! Just as he pushed off the rock he had camouflaged himself to, the boy pulled the girl back and she jumped up to kiss him. The squid watched on in awe, completely confused about what was going on.

The girl, Christine, wanted this boy so much, she considered ending her life when he wasn't in it. Then, when he comes for her, she tries to push him away? All ending with the two of them intimately pressed together? The squid made his leave when the two started taking off clothing, slinking back down to the water. But the scene never left his brain, not as he caught his dinner or swam back to his cave.

Is that how women were now? Wearing pants and pretending to want one thing when they really wanted the other?

The question was still buzzing in his brain when he laid down, safe from the current and crushing waves deep in his dark home. He had barely closed his eyes when he saw her, his sweet girl. She had stopped being sweet long ago, now bitter and scorned. He longed for her, just like Christine did for that boy. Only difference was, Christine wanted to die for the boy while the squid wanted to live for Sango. It pained him to watch over the years as she was used and abused by men. He would never do that to her.

Now he watched as she left a place full of tables and white cloth. She looked amazing even if the dress wasn't what he was used to. He could tell, she was trying hard, the curls dying in her hair proof. He knew her better than anyone, Sango was trying to look really nice even though she was gorgeous no matter what she did.

Sango returned to her home, sitting beside her friend. He liked Kagome. She was smart and strong, he could see it through Sango's eyes sometimes. The dreams varied from him watching to him seeing. Tonight, he watched. But he could still see the disappointment and heartbreak on his dear Sango's face. He would never do that to her.

That was when he saw the book.

Every demon knew of witches and their abilities. What humans called witches, demons called dark Priestesses. But it was the same, good or bad, their witches were our Priestesses. In fact, Sango's dear friend Kagome had a little Priestess in her. It was one of the reasons she searched books like the one Sango held now and why the squid liked her so much. Deep down, the squid demon always knew Kagome would be the one to bring him to his mate.

Right there, in Sango's hands, was exactly how he could be with her. Years, he had spent alone and then the dreams came of Sango. He, at first, felt the dreams of her were enough. But as she grew into a woman and started seeing other men, he needed to be by her side. He didn't fault her for having a love life. For being with other men. But he didn't like the men she chose, breaking her and making her sullen. Those men were ruining his mate.

Sango shed a few tears he wished he could brush away for her and flipped through the book. More than ever, he wished he could affect these dreams. Be heard or seen or something.

Sango was nearing the right page and had turned from truly reading to glancing idly. If he didn't do something, she was going to miss the spell that would bring them together. Christine, the girl on the cliff, came to his mind. So the squid knelt down next to his love, silently prayed to the above, then whispered.

"I can be yours, Sango. Just read the next page."

It was all he could do. And he knew this already, his dreams may have given him a human body but they didn't allow him to do anything human. Like touch or smell his mate.

If Sango skipped over the page, the one with the incantation for a mate, he was going to lose his mind. He might actually throw himself off the cliff! But that wouldn't kill him, he already tried back before Sango was alive.

He watched with bated breath as her fingers gripped the frail paper, pulling it up and over, revealing the page he had been waiting years for her to see and discover. Not moving an inch, not even breathing if that was really a thing in this dream state, he listened. Sango didn't push on past the page like she had the others. Instead, she read. Intently.

Her breath caught, just like Christine's on the cliff, and Sango read over the words again and again and again. So he leaned into her ear again and whispered. "This is it. This is what you've been searching for."

Reaching out, he pretended to brush her hair out of her face, holding his hand off her skin just enough for it to seem real. If he actually tried to touch her, his hand would go through her like the illusion it all was. But with this page in her hold, it wouldn't be long now. Sango would show this to Kagome and the two of them would be compelled by fate to enact it.

It was only a matter of time, and for the first time, he didn't detest the thought of the ticking clock.

oOo

Naraku

"Ah… ah… oh Naraku…. AH!"

Naraku didn't stop his rough thrusts into the girl under him until he came, just as she had. He made sure to pull out but didn't hesitate to get his cum all over her sheets. He didn't want the attachment to this woman, like a bastard child, but he did want to mark his territory. Naraku would never see this woman again but she would think of him long after.

She was cooing on the bed behind him as he got to his feet and to his clothes. "That was… amazing…"

The woman was drunk, what did she know? He had gotten his release, that was all he cared about. It wasn't amazing in the least but it would do for now.

Naraku already had his slacks on his hips when she caught on to his hurried movements. "Wait… you're not staying?"

Glancing back, he caught the genuine disappointment on the woman's face and he huffed. "As… Lovely as this was, it was far from the best for me."

"Excuse me?"

Releasing a frustrated sigh, Naraku turned back to the woman. "Look, I've already forgotten your name. You're not the one I really want and that's a good thing for you. You got to have a nice evening and great sex. I, however, just got to cum on your sheets."

"You're an asshole!"

Turning, he went for the door, "yes, I know."

The truly important thing about all of this was keeping himself awake. The last thing he wanted was to sleep lately. His nightmares were the worst. All he ever dreamed of lately was his mate fucking other men. Who wanted to sleep while that was going on in their head?

Now out on the small and empty street of the tiny town, he lived in, Naraku stretched his human arms over his head high and shook the fatigue out of his bones the best he could. He had been up for… fifty-one hours now? He really wasn't counting. That was one thing he lost when he gave up his demon body for a human one, he tired.

He did love sex though, and the human women made it so easy for him. Practically threw themselves at him. The Priestess that gave him this body included.

Pausing for a moment, he drew a hand through his golden locks to straighten them and rubbed some of the sleep out of his bright blue eyes. Sometimes he missed his darker coloring but beggars couldn't be choosy. And this body was nice, slender and strong. It would do, it got him what he wanted. Fucking the Priestess hadn't been planned but when she offered him his immortality with his human body, he banged the old hag, giving her his 'virginity' as she put it.

So really, although not how he saw himself, this body was perfect. Except for the hunger and need for rest.

This was the first time he had pushed his body so long so hard ever and the sidewalk was starting to sway beneath him. It made his stomach turn, all of it reminding him of when he first moved his soul into this body. It hadn't been that long ago and the memory of it was still fresh. Just like a nightmare, he found himself fighting the feeling. He didn't want to go anywhere, not into another body, and not to sleep. The last thing he wanted was to ever see his damn mate.

Now he was running. Down the street and stumbling as he did. Where could he go? Back to the woman he just left? He doubted he could talk her into another round after how he treated her. It wouldn't be the first time he weaved his honeyed words and twisted his lips into a devilish smile to get his way. But he didn't have the energy. It was draining from him fast.

The last thing he did was fall. It was into an alley that was at least clean. A homeless man hovered over him, asking him if he was alright but his mouth refused to move to answer. That was it until he found himself standing in a strange place with two strange men.

They were naked but so was he. Searching his body, he found his skin was no longer pale and instead of olive. Then, a dark lock fell over his shoulder and into his view. Touching the foreign strand, it felt coarse and textured. His hair had been short to his scalp and soft. Not to mention light blonde. Now his hair was mahogany brown.

Looking around, Naraku decided he had to be in an apartment. It looked similar to the one he left moments ago. Wait.. had it been moments? It was nearly dawn when he stepped back on the street but now the sun was setting.

Stomping around the couch and the other fools taking in the place, Naraku found a clock on the stove. It read seven but he had to guess that it meant seven pm. Next, he found a bathroom. Inspecting himself in the mirror, he couldn't complain. This was body was more aligned with what he expected the first time he was given a human form. The old Priestess had given him a body that matched her fantasies. Not his.

The two fools were still looking around the place. Naraku looked at the two of them. One had white hair and dog ears while the other had dark features, like him, but a strange-looking penis. Naraku only had his to compare and he was flawless. The poor fellow had a gnarly looking dick.

Not Naraku's problem though.

"They did it." The odd cock fellow whispered. "They actually did it! We're here!"

"The hell are you talking about?"

The strange penis man looked at him with a grin. "Our mates; they summoned us."

The man with the ears made a strange yipping sound and went to the door. Then he just stood there, silent and happily waiting. Naraku, on the other hand, was seething. "Why the hell would they do that?!"

"Because they wanted us?" Odd cock answered. "Just as we wanted them."

"I didn't want my mate. I didn't want any of this!"

"You didn't want to be human?" The one by the door asked, cocking his ears to the sides.

"I already was human! I had a life, one I enjoyed. Now I'm stuck here in this body with a slut for a mate!"

"You can't blame your mate for what they did before they knew you…" Weird prick started.

Naraku cut him off, "I can and I will. I'm going to fuck my mate and move on. Then she'll move on as that is what she does."

"You know her better than anyone, do you really think that's true?"

Naraku glared at the one with ears. He was still by the door, acting like a dog. Perhaps that's where the ears came from? Being a dog first while Naraku was human had made his transformation seamless while these two still had animal features. Must have been a weak spell or Priestess. Or one that wasn't dark, it was a spell for a Dark Priestess to do, not a good one.

But the dog was perceptive, even for a mutt. Naraku did know his mate well. All about her past. How her father left her and her mother beat her for it. None of it was ever Kikyo's fault but she took the blame anyway. And then she tried to replace her family with anyone willing. They never lived up to her standards as far as a lover. Kikyo had many missteps with her friends throughout the years but had finally made some good ones.

Whether they had anything to do with him in this damn body now, Naraku didn't know. But Kikyo would have told them for sure, she trusted those two more than anyone.

But none of that mattered. "Look, pup, I had a life and a body. An immortal one. And now I'm stuck in this one. It will age and I will die thanks to my damn mate. Nothing she can do will make up for that."

It was clear on their faces that they didn't agree with him but they remained silent about it. All that was left was to wait. Their mates would enter and he could take his away to show her what she'd been missing. Then never see her again.

These fools. They wanted to be tied to their mates and this life.

Naraku had something to lose, something he did lose. While these two freaks didn't know what they were missing. The one with the funky johnson was going to find out soon. No way his mate would accept that messed up schlong inside her. The guy was going to die a virgin. Some life.

The mutt started going nuts so Naraku had to assume that meant their mates were there. Chunky phallus took a deep breath to steady himself while the puppy scratched at the door. The first one to enter, the dog jumped on. Naraku recognized her from his dreams, a close friend to his mate, Kagome was more than just another woman. That much was clear to Naraku and to peculiar peter as they both slightly bowed to the woman on instinct. He couldn't control it and Kagome didn't even notice. Too distracted by her new pet.

When his mate entered, he felt light-headed. Never had a woman affected him as Kikyo did and he hated it. Her eyes went to him and she offered him a coy smile. So he smiled back, knowing just what she wanted from him. He would supply it in spades but she wouldn't be satisfied by another ever again.

That was his revenge for taking him away from his perfect body and shoving him into a mortal one.

oOo

Inuyasha

He took careful steps, the pads of his paws pressing into the pavement and stinging slightly from the heat of it. Inuyasha hated the crowded city life but he had no choice. This was where he was needed.

Inuyasha was behind his prey, and they were yet to take notice. He was an excellent hunter, it was how he found her so far from his and her home. Would she recognize him? Would she be scared? It was far from the first time he had found her and approached but it had been a few years.

Creeping up, he watched her bend over to pick something off the ground. Studying her hindquarters, head to stop himself from mounting her. But he did stick his muzzle against it, feeling the plushness of it against his nose.

She shrieked and turned, ready to swat. But all of her anger melted away when she took sight of him. "Awwweee, hello there, Puppy."

Getting down on one knee, she held out a hand for him to smell but he knew her scent better than anything. Inuyasha quickly licked her fingers before she could pull away, getting a sweet giggle out of her.

"Where did you come from? Are you lost?"

He was right where he was supposed to be, pushing headfirst into her arms. Inuyasha was a little too eager and she fell to the ground from her perch, onto her lovely ass.

"Whoa, I like you too."

Kagome was laughing, letting him lick her just as she always did. But he pulled back to let her return the affection, scratching him behind his ears. She sighed softly, happy, and he wished more than anything to always make her feel this way. But he couldn't, not in this form. Inuyasha was pretty sure she would freak if she knew the truth about him. He was a dog demon.

Thanks to his human mother and the curse put upon half-demon children, Inuyasha got to spend the first five years of his life in a human body, only to be forced into a dog form for the rest of it. That way, he knew what he lost and had no way to fix it. Oh, how Inuyasha's mother had wept.

Even knowing he was hurting himself and his mate, he just couldn't stay away from Kagome.

The last time he saw her, she was just becoming an adult. And she was crying. Over some asshole that broke her heart. It tore at him greatly, never wanting to share his mate with anyone, but it wasn't her fault. It was all Inuyasha's.

Now, she looked better. Older and happier. But there was still an underlying sadness to her. He could see and smell it. And he could see it in his dreams, how she often cried when she was alone. It broke him even more to see it. So he pushed deeper into her and Kagome wrapped her arms around him fully, allowing him to nuzzle her neck.

"You remind me of a dog I once knew. But, he would be long dead now." No, he wasn't, I'm right here in front of you. "He was gorgeous, just like you."

Only Kagome ever made him feel like this. Like he wasn't a monster. He licked her ear tenderly as a reward for her kindness. She repaid him with another giggle.

When she pulled back from him, a sad look on her face, he knew what she was going to say. "I wish I could take you home with me. But my place doesn't allow dogs." Just as he thought; she was going to leave him soon. "I have a few minutes right now if you want to take a walk with me?"

He wagged his tail so hard, it might fall off. Kagome laughed brightly and got to her feet. People passed them, giving her strange looks, but Kagome ignored them as usual. Never had she ever made him feel lesser. It was one of the many things he loved about her.

Kagome sat on a bench in the park she led him to. Inuyasha recognized the place as Kagome visited it often. To relax and think. He had watched her for hours over the years, never being too far from her if he could help it.

Hopping up, he joined her on the bench and sat in her lap as much as he could. Her laughter returned, welcoming him even as he overwhelmed her with his size. They soon fell into a comfortable silence, Kagome running her fingers through his mane in a tantalizing and relaxing manner. If he were ever to die, this was where he wanted to be when he did.

The more time that passed, the more fear crept up into his belly that she would soon leave him. Or that he would leave her, unable to stay with her like this for very long. It killed him but it was how it had to be. Until the curse of his form was broken, he could never be with a human for long. They always met misfortune. Kagome was different but he didn't dare chance it.

She sighed and he knew this would have to end soon. Her fingers were tracing around his ears so things were about to get dangerous if he didn't leave soon. For both of them.

"The last time I saw that dog you remind me of… I was such a mess. I should have taken him in and I always regretted it. But, stupid me, thought that he would be a replacement. You see… my boyfriend had just… dumped me." What she meant was, she found out he was seeing another woman at the same time and Kagome left him, but she was trying to save face in front of Inuyasha. Kagome didn't know he was the same dog and her mate, and that he knew all. "I didn't want to take the responsibility lightly or on a whim. But I wish I had, he was so sweet. Just like you." She found his chin and scratched, making his foot dance. "I feel like… dogs like you are always around when I need them the most. You've always been there for me haven't you?" It was as if, Kagome looked into his soul through his eyes, looking for the answer he couldn't answer. "What if… I just snuck you into my place? You could live with me for as long as you like. I would take really good care of you, I promise."

His heart leapt in excitement no matter how much Inuyasha told it to calm down. He couldn't live with Kagome no matter how much he wanted to. More than anything, he wanted to tell her this. Tell her he loved her and wanted to be with her but that he couldn't. He couldn't risk giving her his curse. And that he would always want more. Inuyasha was sure he could never live with Kagome while she loved other men.

Inuyasha would risk that to be with her forever though.

As it were, the worst that would happen is he would outlive her. He would have to watch her age while he never so much as shred a fang. That would be the worst curse of all.

She carefully pushed him back and got to her feet. "Stay here. I'll be right back."

Kagome ran, skipping as she fled. Inuyasha watched her as long as he could before leaving the bench and the woman he loved behind. A few feet away, he watched from the cover of some trees as she returned. His heart fell with hers, watching her slump with a sob to the bench they had shared.

Reaching into her bag, the plastic one she had returned with, he caught sight of the red collar in her hands. Running her fingers over it, Kagome took another moment to mourn and then left. While he would never stop mourning.

#inuyasha fandom #inuyasha fanfiction #sinfully human #inuyasha sins #inukag #miroku x sango #kikyo x naraku #prequel #explaining some things #thank you anon #tell me to write more folks

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cozycryptidcorner · 5 years ago

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Here is a monster match for the wonderful @rofax!

“Aquarius Sun/Virgo Moon/Taurus Rising. Little bit of an astrology nerd. I like to learn about it. I also think it’s totally made up and makes no logical/scientific sense, but is also right basically 100% of the time. Idk how much you know about astrology but basically I am an eccentric bitch who wants to save the world, is emotionally precise and perfectionist, and seems to really like material things and food! WAHOO. People say my sense of humor is the best thing about me and/or I make them laugh the most, big old bleeding heart, especially for animals. Easily overstimulated ): Anxiety and ADHD are a bitch lol. No self esteem to speak of. I am an atrocity before god. Speaking of: very quiet convert to and practitioner of old (would now be considered) pagan faith. Multiple gods, ancestor worship, local spirits, etc.”

You have been matched with a Huldrekall, the shy, beautiful male counterpart of the alluring Huldra. Contrary to popular belief brought to you by the patriarchy, the Huldrekall are not, in fact, shriveled and disgusting to look at, it’s just that straight men don’t like feeling sexually threatened, not even by forest spirits that they don’t ever see. Like the females, the Huldrekall are almost intangibly beautiful, with soft, glossy hair and large, innocent eyes, and have mossy, hollowed out backs. While they might easily cover up their backs with clothing, the tails are a bit less easy to hide, as the Huldrekall and Huldras use them for balance, and thus must shift them about while moving.

Like other forest spirits, the Huldra and Huldrekall can be found among the trees at a reasonable distance from human society. Oh, they do sometimes come out of their hiding places, put on a dress, and mingle, in the guise of a mysterious visitor or a passing traveler, but their home will always be back in the forest, no matter how many broken hearts they might leave behind. Besides the occasional affair, the Huldra and Huldrekall have a symbiotic relationship with coal burners, as they are willing to watch over the kilns at night in exchange for human food and the occasional piece of clothing. The coal burners don’t get the privilege of seeing their helpers, though, but sleep easy knowing their equipment is being cared for.

Shockingly, the Huldra and Huldrekall seem to respond well to things like good manners, polite exchanges, and positive interactions, almost like they are people with thoughts and opinions of their own. Though, when crossed, the Huldra and Huldrekall are terrifying when they want to be, merciless, cold, just as a human who has been horribly slighted might act. You think that their kind are, well, people, though that’s not what the fear-mongering, power-hungry humans would have anyone believe. Despite the lower, working-class people out in the country knowing better, the city folk are quick to think that what is unknown must be evil.

You met your Huldrekall while you were out gathering herbs and flowers, deep within the forest. He was laying out in the sun on a large tree root, back towards the sky, face nestled in his arms. It takes you exactly three seconds to realize what you’re looking at before you manage to step on a stray stick, the noise snapping loud enough to make your hair stand on end. Your Huldrekall sits up like a shot, his wide, sparkling eyes a light, dusty magenta, and he looks at you, fear dancing across his face, but something else, too. Curiosity? Fascination? You can’t tell before he scampers his tall but lithe body up the tree and through the leaves, hiding from you in the greenery, yet still clearly present as you try to go about your day.

Your Huldrekall follows you as you try to focus on the herbs you need, clinging to the bark of the trees like a child might hang on their mother. At first, you try ignoring him, thinking that he’s only keeping an eye on you because of fear, but there doesn’t seem to be a single essence of tenseness in his body as he slides down from one branch to another. While you focus solely on pretending to not notice his movements, he slowly, tentatively approaches, you can feel his unabashed stare burning through your back. Still, you don’t turn around, nor give him any hint that you know that he is there, because a part of you is just as interested in him as he seemingly is in you, and you don’t want to scare him off.

While you can hear him stiffen every time you accidentally make a move too sudden for his comfort, you don’t realize how close to you he really is until you risk a glance over your shoulder. He’s right there, balanced carefully on a low hanging branch, watching you work with fascinated eyes. He also doesn’t run when he catches you looking at him, either, which you suppose is a step in the right direction, he only flinches back ever so slightly. But he’s still there.

You have to go back home eventually, even though you would like for a moment so magical as this to continue on. As you walk back to the forest’s edge, your friend disappears along the way, slinking back through the trees. You don’t even know that he’s gone until you turn around to look for him, finding nothing more than the grass and leaves, and you feel… well, disappointed, you suppose, but unsurprised. Still, your work will have you back in the forest to forage again soon enough, and a part of you hopes that you will see him when that time comes.

He finds you when it does come, in the dusty rose of the early twilight sky, looking for the petal of a particular flower that only blooms during the first light of dawn. Your Huldrekall approaches with more openness this time around, no longer poised and ready flee. There are times when he is… very close, looking over your shoulder, cheek almost touching yours, becoming more and more difficult to ignore. Almost as though he’s suddenly decided to demand attention, yet is still too shy to put anything to words.

You’re on your knees, fingers digging through the ground in search of certain roots. He’s mirroring you, sitting across the thicket, hands carefully to the side as he watches you work. Absentmindedly, you begin speaking, not really sure what to do with yourself or the strange silence. “This is used for joint pain, you grind it up into a paste, then rub it in the inflamed areas.”

“Really?” He asks, the first thing he ever says to you. His voice is smooth, soft, like a sip of cool water on a hot day, and a little tingle runs down your spine.

“Y-yes,” you manage to gain your footing again, “it can ease stomach pains too if chewed and swallowed in low quantities.”

He’s a quick learner, you’ll give him that. It probably helps that his curiosity seems insatiable, and once he starts talking, he shows no signs of stopping. The chatting isn’t unwelcome, though, and you find him to be a good conversationalist, despite his immediate lack of knowledge of anything outside the forest. Well, he actually has much information when it comes to the ancient magic of the trees themselves, even showing you how to gently tease a bit of energy from the bark if needed. Prayers must be said before and after, as the spirits of the forest don’t take kindly to pillaging.

Your Huldrekall is remarkably bright, too, able to pick up your tips and tricks with little to no trouble, able to remember just about everything that comes out of your mouth. All the little remedies and medicines you make don’t seem to matter much to him or his kind, though, because of their little magic tricks that seem to do the same, just in a different manner of execution. Still, though, he’s interested in “human way of things,” as he calls it, copying your work as you forage and search for different plants. One day, though, you go home and find a little bouquet of plants tied together with a vine, a collection that you don’t remember assembling.

You’ve started making a pretty penny selling roots and herbs from the deeper center of the forest since your kind doesn’t like going very far passed the outlying trees. Thanks to your magical guide, though, you’re able to venture out much deeper than you might risk by yourself, without having to worry about finding your way back. You could blindfold your Huldrekall, shake him about, and drag him through the trees and vines for miles, and he’d still be able to lead you back to the village where you live. It’s rather convenient, you suppose, but you don’t let anyone know just how easy it is for you, people pay you more if you act like you almost died by some giant, carnivorous flower mere hours before.

The gifts keep appearing. No longer in your basket, sometimes you find a pretty stone or dried blossom in your pockets, now, too, and though you try to figure out how he managed to slip them there without noticing, you can’t. You keep everything in a little box, pressing any flowers carefully between books of medicine, and polishing the stones if you get the chance. After letting the gifts pile up a bit, you decide to return the favor, getting a little knick-knack that you’ve kept lying around your home. You don’t really have anything you can slip it in since your Huldrekall is… well, naked, so you cut out the third party and give him the gift point-blank.

He’s enthralled by it, and by the seeming lack of shyness on your part. Even though it’s just a little cheap object you’ve managed to pick up sometime in your past, he acts like it might be worth its weight in gold. While you don’t really know what he does with it, you suppose that he must have a nest of some kind, but after that day, you begin to see more of his kind out of the corner of your eye. Up in the trees, hiding between leaves, watching with careful, weary eyes. Like him, though, they warm up to you eventually, some taking longer than others.

You fell asleep, perhaps by accident, one evening. Last night and the night before had been late ones, so your brain is clouded and your movements sluggish. In your head, you only meant to lay among the flowers for a few moments, just to restore a bit of your strength, but after you open your eyes, the sun is in an entirely different position in the sky. Your Huldrekall is nearby, sitting atop a log, his vulnerable back facing you as he plays lookout. He looks back when he hears you stirring, offering a reassuring, sweet smile. You lay your head back down and continue resting, feeling the warmth of safety emanating from him.

Sometime after that, he started to gently tug at your hand when you leave the forest, a little, reassuring squeeze, one that you don’t find unwelcome. Once, he follows you through the town, wearing fairly clean clothes from god knows where, and spends the night at your home. People look and people talk, but no one’s whispers bother you or your business, and they sure as hell don’t bother your Huldrekall. His spirit is free and magnetic, those same people who would demonize you for fraternizing outside your species soon become enthralled in his stories and words. Maybe you are a little jealous of all the attention he gets, but he makes it clear that he only has eyes for you.

The old gods in the forest are long forgotten by man, but not by your Huldrekall or his kind. They do a sort of worship that must have existed since the dawn of time, dancing and singing towards the moon whenever it is full. You get invited soon after your acceptance by his people, and even though you are nothing more than a quiet, interested viewer at first, that is quick to change. Eventually, you end up holding hands with other Huldra, aiming your face towards the sky and singing a hymn made with a language so old that the words themselves hold power.

#exophilia #monster match #huldra #huldrekall

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chernoblank · 5 years ago

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Ulana's sartorial choices

Everything she ever wore, going from this, to this:

Now, I’m not a fashion connoisseur by any means, and tbqh I’m more likely to dress like her or worse than her IRL, so grain of salt and all that. All gifs are mine. Images are either screenshots or from HBO/BBC/not mine. Sorry for potato quality.

Lab wear

So, we first meet Ulana in her lab, asleep at her desk, on April 26, 1986 at 8:30. We can either assume she: a) spent the night in her lab and fell asleep, b) came ungodly early and fell asleep. I hope it’s b), because she doesn’t change clothes the next day, which would make her be wearing the same shirt for 3 days straight if it’s a)

So we have a red button up shirt, with a dark red/purple tight-ish cardigan. She’s wearing a watch on her right hand (?), a golden locket necklace, and a ring on her left hand.

Before you all freak out like I did, I’m told married rings are worn on the right hand over there - certainly the other characters do. This also seems to be some kind of jewel ring, not really a marriage alliance. We’ll revisit it later.

Not really lipstick.

Here are her reading glasses, typical 80s round glasses, I remember my mother, teachers etc wearing those

Even though she wears her watch on her right hand, Ulana operates the instruments with her right hand so she’s not a leftie.

Here’s a glimpse of her skirt.

Girl, what? I mean, kudos for vaguely matching because the um, pink bird poo motives of the fabric kind of go with the red on red theme she’s doing but uuuh.

Party Headquarters

Ulana grabbed a really fucking ugly brown leather overcoat, a brown briefcase and her black? purse and went to the Party Headquarters dressed as she was. Not really lipstick again.

But! We see her shoes, and oh my god, I like them.

Here’s a purse close-up

Smallish purse, nothing worth talking about.

Now, in the show continuity, night falls in Pripyat, Valery goes to the hotel, the next morning they start dropping sand and boron.

Back to the lab

The next time we see Ulana she’s in her lab, it’s daylight, and Dmitry’s hair looks like he hasn’t gone to bed all night. I can only presume they stayed in the lab worrying all night.

Ulana looks relatively groomed, but is still wearing the same button up dress shirt (unless she owns, idk, 10 of them and wears them all the time), but now has added a wonderful, enormous BRIGHT ORANGE cardigan.

Peak Ulana fashion.

Now it seems her skirt is brown (possibly grey?) but it’s difficult to see.

For my sanity, I’m going to pretend she went home, had a shower, and changed clothes at some point in the evening, and she just happens to really really like those red shirts. It might even be that this is a darker red shirt, hard to tell.

Pripyat

Ulana drives to Pripyat herself, is stopped, and brought to Valery and Boris. I have no words for what she’s wearing. First glimpse here. Very little lipstick, if any.

Here she is, in all her glory

The lighting really sucks on this gif and I’m sorry. But it looks like the skirt is grey and different from the bird poo one. So at least she changed! I like this skirt, actually. The scarf thing, I, um, well, I have no words, again.

Can I just point out that even dressed so unfortunately, Emily Watson is SO GORGEOUS and I’m in love with her? Her eyes, aaa

The lipstick that is visible in the still image above seems “show make-up” because it doesn’t look very visible in the action scenes. The shirt is, you guessed it, red.

She’s still wearing her ORANGE CARDIGAN underneath, in case you were doubting.

I’ll just leave this here because I can

Same, Boris. S A M E.

Kremlin

Now the stakes are higher! Ulana had to up her game.

Now, on my first couple of watches of this scene, I thought her dress was underwhelming and a little inappropriate. I mean, it’s definitely not what I’d wear if I were to meet the President of my country in a formal meeting.

But on second thought, idk, the material looks nice, it’s sober, the neckline isn’t too low, she removed all of her bling. It looks like a formal-ish working dress. About 100 steps above anything we’ve seen her wear so far, in any case.

Edit: 29/09

Now you all know my theory about how she came to wear that, but it’s not out of the question that she thought of packing something vaguely formal before going to Pripyat, and this so happened to be the best thing she had on hand.

My girl is wearing more evident lipstick now, her hair is combed, and she looks amazing. Second best look of the series, imo.

Back to Pripyat

Next time we see Ulana is in Episode 3, on May 2-3, working at the bar of the hotel when Valery joins her to flirt ask her to go to Moscow. Now bear with me, the lighting is atrocious for the whole scene.

Bare legs unff. Excuse the shitty brightening:

She is wearing a grey cardigan, a skirt (possibly grey BUT SEE BELOW), what seem to be her nice shoes of episode 2 and a red shirt again, but this one with a uhh, questionable pattern. Little lipstick again. Also she’s definitely writing with her right hand in this scene.

I think she really really likes red clothes ok?

BUT WAIT

I brightened the scene as much as I could

Edit 29/09:

IT’S NOT A SKIRT

SHE’S WEARING A DRESS

A RED DRESS WITH THAT WEIRDO PATTERN

IN THE MIDDLE OF AN IRRADIATED ZONE

man sometimes I make leaps in fic character-wise and then I realize I was actually right and just lmao Ulana ilu

Moscow - Nurse

Not much to see here. She didn’t have a choice, standard nurse clothes. Even the shoes. This is what she wears for the rest of episode 3, until Valery frees her.

Moscow - Library

This is, in my opinion, Ulana’s third best outfit of the series. A grey, tweed-like dress, both professional and as elegant as the poor girl can get.

See this excellent post for a good look at the dress in an exhibit (we'll revisit the look shown there in a bit): https://littlethingwithfeathers.tumblr.com/post/186844994289/so-i-was-fortunate-enough-to-get-to-visit-the

Notice her shoes are a little different this time, with the square heels and possibly cream - light brown in color

Still wearing her ring (and the watch, and the locket)

Definitely a jeweled ring. Looks like a family heirloom imo.

Abandoned Building scene

Oh my god. Oh my god. She’s never looked as pretty as in this scene.

Production stills:

Where do I begin!! The beret! The lipstick! The scarf! The coat!

The red leather gloves

The coat, peeps. THE COAT. I’m DYING. My girl is dressed to SLAY.

Valery breaks her heart hurts her academically and she still looks like this

GIRL, WHAT HAPPENEd

WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN THE BIRD POO SKIRT AND THIS FASHION-SHOW-LOOK-AT-ME-I’M-GORGEOUS-AND-I-KNOW-IT OUTFIT?

All the awards for this look, omfgggg.

Listen, if it’s not Boris, at least she idk went shopping in fucking Moscow for new clothes or something while she was researching.

Back in Minsk

I’ve spoken about this mysterious look before:

and established it comes from a deleted scene in Minsk where she makes a spur of the moment decision to go see Valery. She’s wearing her excellent grey tweed dress again, but alas, the orange cardigan is back. Is it a comfort thing? Does she really like the thing, does it make her feel comfortable? All in all, I have to say the combination doesn’t look bad? It actually is a splash of color on the boring grey tweed, giving more liveliness to her look.

Valery’s flat

Ulana takes the train to see Valery in his flat, and wow

My girl. What is even that pattern but it looks SO GOOD with this white jacket.

When we pan down, it’s AGAIN a whole dress with that pattern, which um, I’m not too sure about. I mean, she looks GORGEOUS from the waist up. It matches her eyes! (Is this Marfa's second dress?)

ULANA REALLY LIKES HER WEIRDO PATTERNED DRESSES ok? And I can’t help noticing it’s the same kind of “look” she wore when Valery made that request of her in the hotel - intentional? I think so. I LOVE HER SO MUCH.

Heeled shoes, but I can’t quite tell which ones they are.

Edit 30/09: she is wearing earrings in this scene! I don’t think we’ve seen earrings for her in the entire show.

Looks like her ears are pierced? Those don’t really look like clip-ons but I’m not sure. They are red and gold (silver and green would have looked amazing, don’t you think?).

Trial

We arrive at Ulana’s last look. I think she looks really good from the waist up

I LOVE THE SKIRT

but when I look at it as a whole I feel the jacket is a little bit too tight and short for her? And I don’t really like her look in motion.

I think with her body type (and very nice ass), a jacket looser at the bottom and a bit longer might have worked better with this type of pencil skirt, instead of forcing a straight line to her figure.

Also not a fan of the ribbon thingy on her shirt, but you know, idk, whatever it’s ok. Wish she’d tied it more symmetrically.

But she looks polished and professional (and a little soft? innocent-like?), and I approve.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk! I clearly have too much time on my hands. I hope you agree with me that Ulana’s clothes took a turn for the better as episodes went on.

#ulana khomyuk #chernobyl hbo #emily watson #ulana fashion

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spring-emerald · 5 years ago

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Hi. Is it ok to request a Game of Thrones au for Karasuno?

Hello @runningfromrealitytoanime! Yes, though in the interest of full disclosure, I’m one of those that didn’t watch GoT in its entirety and what I know of it is from the memes and pop culture in general, but I’ve brushed up by reading the GoT wiki to give you a little something. I’m sorry that it’s really short though and that it took me a while. I hope you’ll still like it. :)

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Daichi pulls the thick blanket over himself and wraps it tighter in attempt to warm himself up more, inching closer to the hearth that a short, younger boy with a ginger hair is keeping alive by throwing kindling, all while occasionally glancing at Daichi.

Daichi couldn’t be more thankful being surrounded by heat again. He used to hate it, the heat that is, because he’s never experienced anything else, working in the forges and all. He’d always dreamt of escaping its suffocating confines and smell of melting metal. He had wanted to experience breathing fresh air and know the smell of the sea, the lush greens of the forest and feel the winter winds against his skin. But having experienced all of that in what he considers a hard-pressed journey almost to the point of dying of cold because the North is upholding its reputation, more so than what he thought, he would do anything to be sweating out again.

“Here, have some soup,” Sugawara offers him a steaming bowl, and Daichi’s stomach grumbles and he couldn’t get his hands out fast enough to cradle it. The warmth escaping the wooden bowl was a welcome comfort especially for Daichi’s freezing hands. He says a soft thank you, before he starts slurping the soup, burning his tongue at the first spoonful because of his haste.

When his belly is warm enough and his mind more lucid, he’s more aware of the other people around him, all looking at him at varying state of polite hesitance to unconcealed awe. They all look away when he meets their eyes, focusing on their own bowls instead, but he’s sure they all have some words at the tip of their tongue, but he feigns ignorance.

It’s a strange group, their lot. He’d met the tall, gruff one, Asahi, beforehand, when he pretended to be commissioning a weapon for his master and had taken him aside in the guise of discussing the details and payment, but once out of earshot had a completely different message for him -declared that he knows Daichi’s lineage and that it’s only a matter of time before others, the enemies do; that his life is in danger and that he should come with him, with them because they’re going to keep him safe, they are his only hope.

They, who, at this point still even after meeting them all, Daichi cannot pinpoint which of the seven kingdoms had come from. He never cared much for politics and to which powerful family belongs which members, he could care less about that, but he’s pretty sure that the variation of hair colors and physical features means that they’re far removed from each other’s lineages, and don’t belong to only one kingdom.

“You must have a lot of questions.” Sugawara asks, watching him. “About who you really are and why we’ve taken you. But rest assured that we are your allies and we’re here to protect you and help you get back what’s rightfully yours.”

“I don’t even know what’s rightfully mine,” Daichi admits. “Since we began this journey, all I have are doubts and questions that keep on growing every day and gives me sleepless nights. I want to understand.” He’s still wary, but he shows them that he will listen.

Sugawara and Asahi share a look, then Sugawara nods. Asahi slips a stack of parchments out from a rucksack sitting on the floor beside him and hands it over to Daichi, which he takes slowly.

“We’ve received this a few months ago which led us to look for you.”

Daichi frowns but unfurls it nonetheless and reads through. It wasn’t exactly a letter, like he’d expected, but accounts, multiple ones in chronological order, detailing the aftermath of the coup that happened 25 years ago. He’s halfway reading the third page when he’d realized that what he’s reading are ripped out journal pages.

Thoughts and knowledge and experiences of who Daichi realizes later is the man he grew up to know as his father, but had eventually abandoned them. That his entries are about his mother –the princess of the overthrown and betrayed king, and with growing dread, him –the rightful heir and ruler and had to be kept safe. All of the entry though soaked with obvious fear would always be littered with hope and promises of the prince restoring his family’s honor and eventually the peace in all the Seven Kingdoms.

Daichi doesn’t finish reading, couldn’t bear to, as his mind starts spinning around the possibilities, the weight of the words, the recollections that swiftly and abruptly changed his life. If proven to be true.

“You…” he starts. “I’m not- I don’t… This isn’t about me. I’m not. I can’t be,” he throws the pages down on the floor.

“I understand that you may find it hard to believe,” Sugawara says, picking up the papers. “But it’s the truth.”

“These letters are hardly proof of any truth you’re speaking of!” Daichi shouts, standing up, the blanket falling behind him. “That could be referring to anyone!”

“You bear a striking resemblance to the late King,” Tsukishima interjects from his place in the far corner, the dancing flames reflected on his glasses and light blond hair. “I was studying to be a Meister and had seen portraits of royals during my time as apprentice. Your likeness is uncanny.” He also proceeds to describe the princess, and Daichi swallows the lump on his throat at how it matches his mother.

“That doesn’t prove anything.” Daichi insists.

Sugawara sighs. “You’re right. No one alive during that time can help us. All the allies of the king were executed and killed. All from the different families of the Seven Kingdoms, noble and otherwise, no exemptions. We know this because some of us come from them. No one was spared, not even with promises of loyalty and fealty to him, the current king made sure of that no one can know that someone can contest his claim. We only have portraits he doesn’t know exist hidden in the forbidden section of the Citadel and accounts from a dead man,” he waves the paper in his hand. “And you.”

“And we need you,” Asahi adds, somber. “It wasn’t uncommon for family members to betray one another. A lot of people got into power through that. But in the years he’d been on the throne, the king had turned a lot of people against each other and had laid waste in this once great country. He made blood ties meaningless, family names and connections useless. But he didn’t anticipate that in the division he created, a stronger bond between people would form.

“That’s why we’re here,” he stares at Daichi. “This family we’ve created for ourselves would fight until we can and we’d like you to do it with us.”

“What you’re asking for is…” Daichi couldn’t even finish, thoughts too jumbled and feelings too conflicted.

“A lot, we know,” Sugawara concedes. “But we’ve been gearing ourselves up for this revolution for a while now. We could’ve done it without you. We didn’t know of your existence until a few months ago. But now, we’d like to believe that the Old Gods and the New have blessed us because you are here.”

Daichi still isn’t thoroughly convinced. And he knows that what he says next is rash and impulsive, too raw and sudden but still he breathes deep and squares his shoulders, looks them all in the eyes and says “What do I need to do?”

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i was trying to go for a subversion of loyalty to family trope that I think is part and parcel of what makes up GoT. I was trying to go for kind of like embodiment of the saying “the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb” but idk if I justified it well enough. Anyway, thank you for your patience.

#haikyuu!!#karasuno #sawamura daichi #hq fanfic

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citialiin · 5 years ago

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ZIGGY ✰ STARDUST

i jacked this from @cardinalrot. thank you dad. tagging: @gothsic ; @blossomingbeelzebug ; @betelguide ; @thatcertainnight ; @prophesyed ; you, specifically, reading this.

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

FULL NAME. [ redacted ] * NICKNAME. ziggy GENDER. agender (he/him or they/them) / typically presents as a “man” for simplicity’s sake and also because he doesn’t care enough to think about it for more than 4 seconds HEIGHT. 5′10″ AGE. 26 (earth years) ZODIAC. ??? (he wasn’t born under our stars ... so .......) SPOKEN LANGUAGES. any/all (he doesn’t really know them, though, he uses an internal translator)

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

HAIR COLOR. bright red, seemingly unnatural -- but it’s natural EYE COLOR. left pale blue, right black SKIN TONE. very, very, very pale BODY TYPE. skinny. very skinny/slender/svelte. willowy and tall and bony. good for looking waifish on magazine covers but bad for lifting even vaguely heavy objects. VOICE. posh, nasally, low, the slightest bit condescending. speaks with an english accent despite not being english, let alone human. drawls his vowels and enunciates his letters. his voice is strangely clear and bright when he sings, unlike his somewhat unpleasant speaking tone, and he tends to sing in higher pitches than his speaking voice. DOMINANT HAND. ambidextrous -- but he can only play the guitar left handed POSTURE. very straight and proper, holds his head high and his shoulders square. uncertain if it’s height alone or if he really is looking down upon you. SCARS. small incision in the back of his neck where the translator was placed. barely there and usually covered by a collar or his hair, anyways. TATTOOS. none BIRTHMARKS. a large yellow disc on his forehead, rimmed with a slightly darker yellow/bronze with the slightest hint of a chromatic shift affect due to reflecting/light catching pigment in skin cells. this isn’t unique to him, however, as every member of his race has it. has the tiniest hint of a freckle above his lip, on the left side, and he hates it and wishes he could nuke it off his face. both of these are usually covered, anyways. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). the circular mark, his unusual eyes, his sharp features, his bright hair. everything about him is weird and outlandish and strange, but it helps him maintain a striking, marketable image.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

PLACE OF BIRTH. far away. HOMETOWN. faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar away. SIBLINGS. [ grabs the steering wheel and veers straight into worldbuilding headcanon territory ] the society he comes from is no longer sexually dimorphic and typically doesn’t reproduce the natural way. having evolved far beyond such icky things, they use genetic samples from large swaths of the population to make consistent batches of new individuals -- the genetic samples are screened for defects and aberrations and sort of tossed together into a genome salad, and out comes however many individuals they need to fill in gaps in the population. there’s a lot of consistency in his species due to this: everyone has reddish hair, everyone has heterochromia, everyone is about the same height, etc. so technically, he’s related to everyone in his “batch.” PARENTS. he wouldn’t ever know -- a lot of people, probably

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

OCCUPATION. rockstar -- cultural icon -- celebrity -- musician -- singer -- model -- jerk CURRENT RESIDENCE. london, LA, NYC, but he’s constantly moving and tours quite often CLOSE FRIENDS. few and far in between -- he’s friends with his drummer who is named priscilla but usually goes by the stage name WEIRD, as well as siddharth, his bassist, who goes by sid in his personal life but GILLY on stage. they were the first two humans to encounter him and taught him everything he knows, from how to tie his shoes (aliens wear boots, and you should know this) to the C major scale -- because they are among the few humans who know his secret, he views them as his closest and dearest friends. his stardom isolates him from them, just a little -- he likes the spotlight but they don’t mind just being “the drummer” and “the bassist.” they don’t quite have the star power that he does. his manager -- tama ahinariki, some guy from new zealand who seemed to bumble his way into becoming in charge of one of the most successful musicians of the decade -- also knows he’s an alien, but they tend to be more business partners than close friends. tama is more interested in the money side of things whereas priscilla and sid are only interested in the music. ziggy has stock in the music, money, and his personal brand.

via rp, he’s made some friends with other characters! a few. very few. RELATIONSHIP STATUS. single -- he intends to stay that way. he gets all the action he could ever need from his legion of devoted fans and groupies. even in situations where he’s romantically involved and emotionally invested, he would never consider himself exclusive or monogamous. a lot of tabloids make rumors that he’s involved with cardinal copia, fellow rock icon, but he tends to be sneaky at hiding any time they spent together. it’s hard to keep things private when you’re both massively popular public figures, though. he goes out of his way to be sure no one knows about his predilection for spending time with thomas, because the last thing an awkward alien in disguise needs is a lot of public attention because people think you’re dating a celebrity (who they don’t know is also an alien). he hangs around annie a lot, too, but this is extra extra under wraps, because annie has a stalker named jonathan who may or may not go apeshit and try to tear his head off or something if he finds out. FINANCIAL STATUS. filthy rich. should be guillotined. DRIVER’S LICENSE. doesn’t have one. he has some paperwork, somewhere, with a “real” name and all that, but he has no idea where it is and lets his manager deal with that stuff. CRIMINAL RECORD. none ! clean slate. that doesn’t mean he doesn’t do illegal things, though. he just doesn’t get caught. VICES. smoking, drinking, la cocaina, sex, impulsive spendng, rockstar stuff.

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch | top | bottom | verse. this doesn’t really come up in rp because i dont write nsfw. the way i view it is that he’s lazy and would rather you take care of him than the other way around LIBIDO. pretty high, but it’s difficult for him to have as much sex as he might prefer because, uh, he has, uh, alien..............parts...........and stuff ..... like ....... some parts down there look different ....... so he’s stuck having sex with usually in the dark, under sheets, and he has to zip his pants up really quick afterwards. maybe it’s a little bit hilarious and i just think it’s funny idk LOVE LANGUAGE. selflessness (which is big, for him, king of all douchebags and lord selfish dickhead the third), rambling to you about his day, physical affection, gifts, letting you see him without make up, opening up to you about his life before earth. he might play you music, sing to you or write you songs if he’s feeling particularly sappy. this is stuff reserved for people that he finds himself incredibly romantically/emotionally attached to, though, not the people he has one night stands with. and he almost never forms any sort of lasting attachment to the people he sleeps with casually. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. he tends to fall for people who challenge him in some way, who aren’t easily beguiled by his status and physical looks, but who aren’t outright mean to him. that being said, he is very vain, and he loves being showered in compliments, praise or attention. he matches well with people who can put up with his antics and moodiness and odd behavior. he likes the idea of being someone’s muse or someone’s idol, so he finds himself drawn to other creative types. he has the most intimate/special connections with other nonhuman beings, especially other aliens, cuz he feels like they Get him and he wouldn’t be really giving himself in his fullest form if he had to still play pretend that he was a human being. for whatever reason he goes apeshit for goth guys/dudes with black hair who wear a lot of black. he really doesn’t like people who are too much like him, because HE’S HIM, and you’re YOU, and he really wants it to stay that way. GET OUT OF MY DRESSING ROOM

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. there’s a whole album about him .......... theres a song called “ziggy stardust” ....... HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. singing, music, writing -- he lives for that shid. he likes art in all forms, so he reads, watches movies, looks at paintings -- he has a lot of human culture to catch up on, and he loves all of it, from any time period and any culture. he also likes buying things, shopping, looking nice, gossip. he tends to be a party animal (party alien?) and often indulges in more hedonistic fun. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. his brain is not structured like a human brain. also, head empty. no thoughts. FEARS. being perceived as ugly or untalented, being outed as an alien, being rejected for being an alien, becoming a nobody, losing his social status, becoming a conformist, becoming “outdated” or “uncool” SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. somehow sky high and on the floor at the same time. he usually thinks he can do anything and he’s pretty perfect, but that may just be from a solid few years of repeating that to himself and empty praise given by people who are just crazy obsessed with him -- he built his confidence level on a very shaky foundation, so it’s easy to start making him doubt himself and panic if you know what to criticize him on VULNERABILITIES. a lot of things, and im sick of typing

* pay me 100000 USD to unlock my LEVEL 20 ZIGGY STARDUST LORE pack now with NAMING/TITLE INFORMATION, HOME PLANET CLIMATE/WEATHER PATTERNS and PAST OCCUPATION/EDUCATION information. includes a piece of gum i found on the floor.

#ooc #meme #I'm so close 2 being done with finals just like one more week i turn in terrible project after terrible project #i am typing this as i wait for a group member to send me the first five pages of our cumulative 10 page essay. i hate him. i hate him.#why is he taking so long. i need to write this thing.#but after that i will go back to what i need to do ...#i run this account like a shitty ship careening into rocks #but i will go down with it !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#KEEP YOUR 'LECTRIC EYE ON ME ; queue

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comebackseasonisamess · 6 years ago

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NCT 127 on a Road Trip

No reader | more crack than anything else | Bullet point

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: What NCT 127 would be like on a road trip

A/N: Firstly I’d like to apologize (once more) to Johnny and Doyoung. Secondly, I did put Winwin in here because there’s been no official announcement on his status with NCT 127 (and I needed someone to be with Yuta)

Yes the gif doesn’t match the tone of the fic but I couldn’t find anything else with all 10 members

OK, so like

They plan a trip across the US/Canada

mainly because I feel like if you were anywhere else you can get around quicker by taking the train or the bus but everyone knows there’s no way you’ll be able to do that there

Driving down all the classic scenic roads

Stopping at all the classic places

And they aren’t all in one car to go there

No, they’re in multiple

(Except for Jaehyun, but we’ll get to him later)

Taeil and Taeyong (the two wriggly grandpas!!) chill in a lowrider

Taeil’s driving because he just has that vibe

He’s pretty good, but speeds excessively

Windows down, sunglasses on, sometimes going twenty (km) over the limit

Manage to consistently turn off at the wrong exit

But it’s ok, because normally you can keep driving straight and get back on the freeway

The type to not stop at Rest Areas

Because they’re Kool Kids

for those who don’t know what rest areas (I believe they’re sometimes called rest stops too) are, they’re these parking lots off the side of the freeway/highway that you can stop at (trucks and trailers stop there too), where there are washrooms and sometimes tourist desks, wifi. there’s also a lot of greenery and plenty of people get out of their cars and walk around. they’re mainly used by people going on long distance trips and I’ve mainly seen families there

Only stop for gas and food

And they’re probably not stopping at McDonald’s for food either

You better believe they’re driving into town to find a nice place to eat

Taeyong keeps up with all the others

Calls them and makes sure they’re all on schedule

Passes (essentially feeds) Taeil food so that he can concentrate on driving

Either the car most ahead, or in second place

Moving on

Jaehyun

this boy doesn’t have his license yet, but let’s pretend he does

I kinda see him riding a motorcycle

it might just be all of the promotions give me more biker vibes than anything else…

But not a Harley

Something quieter most likely

Only makes scenic stops

Is on this journey mainly for the introspective peaceful times

Could have joined Taeyong and Taeil, but decided not to

Can’t carry a lot of stuff so he left his luggage in the back of Johnny’s car (just wait until we get to him)

If he did drive a car I’d expect something posh and sleek

Not like those cars THOSE guys drive

y’know the ones with the super loud engines, bad music pouring out of the windows with the trashy college boy sitting behind the wheel who slams on his accelerator the second the light turns green

am i making general assumptions about a certain car? yes, i am.

He’ll probably plan his own route, but always makes sure to end up at the same hotel as the other guys

Usually arrives first, then has time to explore the city/region they’re in

If it’s a big city he’s gonna head for the street with the most shops/things to do

If it’s a more rural place (like near a national park or something) he might see if he can go on a hike, or might just go to the nearest place with cell service to figure out the next route he’ll be taking

(oh boy I’ve been waiting for this)

before i start, I’d like to apologize to Johnny

This man drives a minivan.

Yes, you read that right, a minivan.

Like one of those soccer mom ones? With the 7 people seating and the foldable third row and the sliding 2 row doors? The cup holders always filled with some sort of garbage? That one

Idk there’s just something very dad like about Johnny and while I don’t think he’d willingly rent out a minivan I imagine him buying one

And of course, sitting passenger side is Doyoung

And in the back there’s Donghyuck, Mark and Jungwoo

He’s (Johnny) always asking if everyone wore their sunscreen, if anyone needs to pee, asking Hyuck to stop provoking Mark…

Blasts the air con even when it’s like 12 degrees (Celsius)

Takes every opportunity to make a dad joke or turn something into a learning experience

When I was your age…

Definitely pulls out a weathered map when they stop at Rest Areas and plunks it on the hood of the car, making a big deal of examining it

Even though Doyoung just rolls his eyes and takes out our trusty friend Google Maps to figure out where to go to next

He’s wearing those khaki shorts, and white socks up to mid-calf (bonus points if he’s also got sandals on)

this is why i wanted to apologize to johnny

Stays completely calm and collected when he misses an exit

Meanwhile Doyoung freaks out

Manages to stop a MarkHyuck argument from escalating

(Mark had to trade spots with Jungwoo to stop himself from throttling Hyuck)

A smooth driver, doesn’t go too fast or too slow

Doyoung is in charge of the music

He’s got a great road trip playlist

Trades out with Johnny every once in a while

Is chill until the children start fighting

Then he drives like my mom

sorry mom

Big movements, brakes frequently and quickly, accelerates like a madman, very aggressive, probably yelling and cursing in korean, shoulder checks aggressively, scowls at all the other drivers, in a state of pure instinct

Then claims that driving aggressively makes him feel more safe

Also makes snarky comments of how “you must always be prepared while driving” and to “think ahead”

(This is when Johnny asks him to pull over and switches with him)

i would also like to apologize to doyoung for this

he doesn’t deserve it

Regardless, he can’t stand any major noise distractions while he’s driving

Gets a bit nervous on those large turns, or going around mountains

Takes a selfie at all the places they stop at

Also at the places they visit together

Jungwoo takes the right seat, Mark is in the middle, and Hyuck gets the left side (him and Jungwoo switch so that he’s behind Johnny because Jungwoo can’t fit and Mark already lost rock paper scissors and got the shitty middle seat)

i will fight people on this the middle seat is the absolute worst seat

They play cards and car spotting games

Mark sings along to all the music

Hyuck sometimes puts his headphones in and stares out the window

They’ve downloaded some movies onto and iPad

And yell out spoilers while Johnny and Doyoung are driving

Mark backseat drives a lot

It annoys the shit out of Doyoung

Jungwoo films a lot

He also mercilessly teases Taeyong and Taeil when they turn up two hours late to the hotel that one time

They all make Johnny stop at McDonald’s (more than once)

Or Tim’s when they’re in Canada

Can’t sit still in the beginning

But four days in and they can’t keep their eyes open in the car for longer than thirty minutes

Their seats don’t recline fully because the luggage in the trunk is in the way

But it’s ok because Hyuck leans on Mark, who leans on Jungwoo when they sleep

FINALLY

Yuta and Sicheng

They’re cool af

Always the last ones

(Because they’re fashionably late, as one should be)

Drive that one car we see in EXO’s Love Shot

Yuta’s sunglasses are low on his nose

Honestly them and wrigglygrandpa!line have similar cars

So Yuta provoked them a bit

(But Taeyong threatened to no longer cook for him so he stopped)

Find secluded places to stop the car

And eat a homemade lunch or snack while in the car

Feet up on the dash

Only when the car is stopped though

The instant it starts to rain they freak out

Run out trying to pull the foldable roof out (because their car is a relic)

Also always seem to have flat tires

Have become the experts of fixing flat tires

Sicheng drives

Yuta’s ok but he seems to be the one the flat tires happen to…

When they stop at the gas station Sicheng fills up with fuel while Yuta runs to go buy some snacks

Sicheng has considered a couple of times of just picking Yuta up and throwing him out of the car when the latter makes bad pick up jokes

Or expresses his love for Sicheng too loudly

Sicheng’s the type of driver to stop at all the pedestrian crosswalks because he’s a nice guy and lets those people cross

Is very courteous and polite

We all like this driver

Yuta’s also fairly good at driving

He just needs to work on… his positivity

Always exclaims that they’re gonna be late or that they aren’t going to make it

Sicheng has to reassure him each and every single time

When they finally get there they always get the worst rooms

It’s ok though

That one time Taeyong and Taeil arrived late they arrived first and got the most luxurious rooms and charged it to 2Tae’s cards :)

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f1g · 5 years ago

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this a compilation of all of the moments in the dr.STONE manga that senku and gen share together! they're sorted in order by chapter, and they include descriptions and links to the panels. at the end, there's a section with some random fun facts/crumbs/observations that don't quite fit into the main list that are nice to know. many thanks to ukyoxchrome for helping assemble this list! now let us proceed under the cut to contemplate why exactly they are boyfriends and how cute they are... (as one would expect there are major manga spoilers throughout this whole post so read at your own risk)

Chapter 12 - gen first appears on the psychology book cover in a flashback! senku proceeds to stomp all over his quiz

Chapter 23 - gen introduced in the flesh when he arrives at ishigami village and asserts his status as resident cola man. senku recognizes him from way back when (omg) and calls his book trashy and we get these panels of gen being a sad ferret

Chapter 24 - senku calls gen a “capable fake magician”, gen is impressed by senku making a generator

Chapter 25 - in order to help senku with his generator for the first time gen works his psychology stuff to manipulate someone (kinrou and ginrou) into achieving one of senku’s goals

Chapter 26 - first big sengen moment. gen gets beaten up by magma, senku and gen have, uh, this moment i'll let the pictures speak for themselves. the tenderness... the intimacy. god

Chapter 38 - gen returns during the tournament, senku and gen team up so that chrome can burn magma

Chapter 40 - also a huge chapter for sengen. gen blushing and being tsundere while thinking about senku, some banter between them, and FINALLY colaman gets his cola oh my god look how happy he is

Chapter 46 - teaming up against hyouga and co look at their faces at the end ahh and also gen being cute and waving back while he returns to tsukasa

Chapter 47 - senku makes a katana, something gen suggested in chapter 24

Chapter 48 - gen officially defects to senku's side and at the end of the chapter there’s a cute drawing of gen and senku wielding katanas together

Chapter 51 - senku makes cotton candy, gen wants to taste it. also, a gay-coding moment where we are yet again reaffirmed that senku is not interested in girls

Chapter 53 - gen calls senku cool, and is impressed by senku’s light bulb. senku and gen stand by the christmas tree and gen realizes it’s christmas

Chapter 54 - gen invites senku to see the new year’s day first sunrise with everyone and asks senku how many days he has lived, which leads to the birthday party.

Chapter 55 - gen starts planning for the birthday party

Chapter 56 - gen's surprise birthday party! gen says he liked senku before he met him! gen uses “好き” which can be used in confessions in japanese!!!!! best chapter.

Chapter 57 - senku drags gen by his hood into the lab and gen doesn’t understand anything. senku tells gen he expected him to be smarter lol

Chapter 59 - gen remembering senku's birthday again and figuring out that they should go visit byakuya's grave

Chapter 60 - senku is looking through his telescope and he can literally sense that it’s gen at his door oh my he is so gay… then a total hell yeah motherfucker moment

Chapter 61 - senku and gen talk alone together for a bit until chrome busts in. senku says that gen’s lillian impression is good. epic brofist ensues

Chapter 63 - gen and senku communicate with each other via morse code. it is revealed in the volume 8 bonus content that senku taught it to gen himself TT_TT

Chapter 65 - gen escapes from ukyo and RUNS back to senku. just before, senku thinks “if gen doesn’t come back before then, it’s game over” he doesn’t even mention chrome or magma haha

Chapter 66 - popularity poll results are out, gen is in third place and senku is in first place, they appear in a color page together (with kohaku in second place). gen and senku make the phone call to convince nikki to join senku’s side, bantz ensue idk

Chapter 67 - senku and gen wear modern japanese school uniforms while nikki is yelling at them in this gag, very cute. Gen is surprised by senku wanting to build a car. also in one translation senku says “stan” and gen says “yikes”

Chapter 68 - gen notes how excited senku and his pals are over building a car several times

Chapter 70 - cover page has senku riding the tank and gen inside it. gen is impressed by the paper that senku made

Chapter 73 - gen and senku team up as lillian weinberg and sebastian the interpreter. gen calls senku “senku-kun” (the only time he has used an honorific that wasn’t “-chan” for someone)

Chapter 74 - gen cries because senku doesn’t know how to negotiate with people

Chapter 75 - senku and gen are in the tank together while they take over the cave of miracles

Chapter 76 - gen calls senku “hella prepared”

Chapter 77 - Senku and Gen try to make a weapon to defeat tsukasa. Gen touches snake shit for senku. (kat’s note: That is real love lol)

Chapter 82 - gen mirin senku’s medical adhesive making

Chapter 84 - ukyo talks to gen about his decision to defect from tsukasa, gen stares wistfully into the distance and says “senku, huh…”. really makes you think pic (kat’s note: HE LITERALLY SAID “SENKU” FOR NO REASON OH MY HE IS SO GAY) (macklemore’s note: in the pic it’s a little different as it’s a different translation but in the viz one he does in fact say “senku, huh...”)

Chapter 86 - gen and senku just, being on the absolute same wavelength here. effervescent

Chapter 87 - more scheming ft. ryusui, devilishness ensues. up there in the most iconic sengen moments

Chapter 88 - gen does his thing w the cards, more shenanigans. Wonderful

Chapter 92 - gen pretends that senku has made a camera so that they can get the extra revival fluid from minami

Chapter 93 - senku says “that mouth of yours is really too much, mentalist!!” lmao

Chapter 94 - senku tries to quiz gen on the discovery of the sagara oil field

Chapter 95 - gen mirin senku’s motorboat. senku and gen are both on the boat together. gen also interprets morse code again in this chapter

Chapter 97 - ukyo and gen have another little discussion about senku, gen stares wistfully into the distance yet again. what did they mean by this

Chapter 98 - senku finally makes paved roads for gen

Chapter 99 - senku and gen conspiring to get money from ryusui again

Chapter 100 - gen is the last one to go on the boat, senku calls out to him and tells him that they need his skills, gen goes up really close to him and says that he would rather stick with senku’s group because that would be the safest bet TT_TT

Chapter 101 - gen is curious about where senku is, he goes to where senku is (with ruri) and literally just falls asleep next to him. later on gen has a question about soyuz he calls for senku

Chapter 103 - senku chooses gen to go to treasure island with the team of 4

Chapter 104 - senku and gen get a color page together, and they work together to deduce that amaryllis is around

Chapter 105 - senku needs to use the tear gas contraption that is on Gen’s back. gen understands immediately and becomes senku’s table hfsdjkf

Chapter 106 - they realize the thing amaryllis is talking about is the petrification beam after she describes her flashback.

Chapter 110 - gen calls senku cute as a girl

Chapter 113 - gen has his moment in the spotlight, general banter between them, modern au thing with them in the chapter cover page

crumbs

now here are just some panels and observations that aren't critical in the development of their relationship but are nice to note regardless

Chapter 26 - senku noting that gen isn't quite dead yet and senku helping hoist gen up into the hut lol

Chapter 39 - in the viz translation gen calls senku “my dear senku” i just think that’s really cute

Chapter 45 - just this omg why is senku so pretty

Chapter 52 - senku says that gen is good at impressions (this is also foreshadowing for when gen impersonates lillian weinberg)

Chapter 56 - just a few more crumbs from this chapter

Chapter 58 - gen saying "tewwible" i think this is great

Chapter 60 - being cute together. i am addicted to that "long day, huh?" panel

Chapter 84 - in the cover page, you see senku with basically the entire cast in front of him, and gen is the only person behind him. really makes u think. gen really is senku’s right hand man huh :’’)

in general, gen is shows just being really impressed by senku’s stuff which isn’t really matched by any other named character

in conclusion sengen is cute and canon they are chaotic good bfs and are in love thank u for coming to my ted talk. the world needs more sengen content

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theprodigypenguin · 6 years ago

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TCC Headcanons (part two)

More headcanons, this time featuring a bunch of Teddy because I love him so much and he deserves all the attention! Of course there’s mostly Scorbus because I’m a trashbag for them. I’ll probably add on a third part of headcanons soon, because I’m starting to get very attached to the Jeddy ship as well.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Albus isn't remarkably skilled with spells or potions, but he CAN conjure a patronus charm by fifth or sixth year.

It's more powerful than even Harry's.

His patronus takes the shape of a dragon, which embodies his personality (hot blooded, impulsive, bites a lot, but powerful in his own way and deserving of respect, etc), and references his future as a Magizoologist.

Of course he thinks of Scorpius and recalls memories of Scorpius to conjure the charm, and it gets stronger and more powerful as he gets older and gains more memories.

Scorpius' patronus takes the shape of a phoenix, which embodies his loyalty, wisdom, inner strength, and longing to heal people from injuries and curses.

Though aviary creatures are his favorite, Albus refuses to work with Augery's.

He and Scorpius are pretty much the same height, accept maybe a centimeter difference of Albus being taller.

Delphini is an unregistered animagus (she can fly without a broom, she's clearly powerful enough to have perfected the transformation into an animagus, and I'm willing to bet she doesn't need a wand to cast spells either).

Her animagus is an Augery, of course.

Neville is? The best God damn professor? In the fucking school??????

Albus absolutely adores him and just chills in his office sometimes cuz that's his godfather and I'll be DAMNED if they don't have a great relationship you can fight me on that.

Lily is super good at Transfiguration and will 100% eventually work towards becoming a registered animagus.

Both Lysander and Lorcan work with their parents as Magizoologists and editors/photographers for the Quibbler.

They're notable for photographing magical beasts and writing more modern pieces about them.

They've also been known to tag along with Albus on some of his later adventures as a dragon keeper/Magizoologist to document his work.

Teddy Lupin eventually becomes an Auror like his mother.

His specialty is in potion making but he can do just about everything.

He's super involved in the equal rights movement for lycanthrope afflicted wizards and witches.

In honor of his father and what he went through, he works towards making Wolfsbane Potion more affordable for the afflicted.

Teddy himself is an expert at preparing and brewing the advanced potion, and keeps a few bottles on him at all times, just in case.

He keeps his hair wild colors most of the time, because without the camouflage he looks too much like Remus and it makes him incredibly depressed.

Whenever Harry or Andromeda see him as he is, they give weak and broken smiles, ones of pity and longing, and it tears him up inside.

He carries around a silver locket engraved with a wolf on the outside.

Inside is a picture of his parents, and a small music box fit into the other side that plays a lullaby tune his mother used to sing with to get him to sleep.

He swears sometimes he can still hear her, and Remus, singing to him.

His patronus is a wolf.

He's actually pretty protective of Scorpius.

This is likely due to the fact Teddy doesn't have many blood relatives left, and treasures the ones that he does have.

He loves Harry and considers the extended Potter-Weasley-Granger-Etc family to be his, but there's just something to be said about blood.

Plus Scorpius is precious and deserves to be adored and loved and treasured anyway.

He spent a few years (between the ages of twelve and fifteen) simply hating his parents, in complete denial of their deaths and "abandonment", but slowly grows out of it and is very proud of them and their sacrifice.

One of his most prized possessions is the gold medal of the Order of Merlin that Kingsley Shacklebolt awarded Remus after the Battle of Hogwarts, which he keeps close to his bedside and holds when he's feeling particularly lonely or at a loss of what he's doing with his life.

Despite the age difference, James is basically his best friend.

He was one of the first people to hold him when he was born and has adored him ever since.

During his first year at school, James had trouble getting used to things, so Teddy gave him one of his house scarves.

James would wear it and cling to it when he was anxious like he was holding Teddy's hand.

He luckily grew out of his anxiety after a few months, but kept the scarf.

Teddy calls him Jamie most the time, Jim if he wants to make him mad or piss him off, and only calls him James if he's upset/angry and needs to get his attention or wants to scold him.

In TCC when he sees James with pink hair, he changes his hair color to pink to match and make him feel better.

Albus always runs off after one of his unfortunately common arguments with their father, but always goes to the same place to cool down, and James always, always goes after him to talk.

It takes a lot of bad jokes and puns to get Albus to follow him back home, James doesn't quite know how to give him brotherly advice aside from trying to make him laugh, but being there for Albus, always following him when he runs away from home, is enough.

James was generally inconsolable when Albus went missing from the train, because for the first time he didn't know where his brother was and couldn't follow him to bring him back.

Teddy is an expert at wandless magic and silent spells (just like Remus), and can cast some of the most advanced spells and charms, or make some of the most advanced potions, without much difficulty.

I kind of??? See him??? Becoming Minister of Magic after Hermione?????? ((After him I see Scorpius MAYBE becoming Minister, but I haven't decided how I feel about that idea yet)).

Listen to "If You Could See Me Now" by The Script and cry over Teddy never meeting Remus so I'm not the only one suffering plz.

Teddy did not inherit Remus' Lycanthropy, but I headcanon he did inherit something I'm calling a Moon Sickness.

He is not a werewolf, but around every full moon he gets incredibly tired and fatigued, and has terrible nightmares.

Teddy is unexpectedly talented in astronomy, divination, and runes.

As if his father's blood connection to the moon, sky, and stars, gave him the gift of what Trelawney calls "the sight".

He isn't a Seer like she is, but his dreams are too convenient to ignore.

He tells himself dreams are all they are and has only expressed his suspicions about them to James (and maybe to Victoire idk).

Seemingly skilled at everything he attempts, but Teddy has a remarkably difficult time conjuring a patronus the first time.

Every time he tried he would just think of his parents and end up completely unable to make so much as a blue spark.

When he does manage to make a corporeal Patronus for the first time, it takes the form of a wolf, just like his mother and fathers, and he cries.

After the first time, he starts to conjure the wolf just to look at it, and pretends it's the spirit of his parents there to protect him.

Scorpius' boggart is Delphini.

Albus' boggart is Scorpius dead from the killing curse (his boggart is accompanied by the bright green light).

Teddy's boggart is himself, or some form of himself that he's scared of becoming.

As he is the only known child of a werewolf and a human, a hybrid that hasn't existed before, some people have taken a particular interest in Teddy.

Some of Fenrir's supporters from the second war managed to get away from execution and prison and went under ground, but they too have taken an interest in Teddy.

Some people think his blood, his DNA, could hold the secret to a cure for Lycanthropy.

It's a false, pointless belief and hope, not based on fact, entirely impossible, but that doesn't stop the werewolves from looking into it, wanting to experiment just to test their theory.

James' patronus is a dog (I honestly see him tilting towards being similar to Sirius in terms of loyalty rather than being similar to his grandfather idk why).

After the Delphini incident, the ministry kept her existence tightly under wraps to keep the wizarding community from falling into an all out panic.

And to keep Voldermort supporters and dark wizards from gaining confidence against the ministry and the Aurors.

Her arrest was never publicized in the Daily Prophet.

However, this also means the rumor of Scorpius being the Dark Lord's son continued to plague him at school.

Reporters claim a silly "harmless" rumor is less damaging than actually telling people their suspicions are correct and that one of the most dangerous dark wizards of all time had a CHILD.

Draco was furious upon learning the ministry's decision to withhold the truth about her, but Scorpius decided he agreed and claimed it was fine.

That he'd rather suffer through school for a few more years than watch panic ensue because of Delphini.

Because that was exactly what she wanted, and Scorpius would be damned if he allowed her the satisfaction of knowing people feared her.

Because of this, when his boggart changed into her, only Albus (and maybe the teacher), knew who she was.

The class laughed at him because why would his greatest fear be some pretty older woman?

Albus cast the Riddikulus charm before the boggart could finish changing, because he knew what it would be, and didn't want Scorpius to see himself lying dead on the ground.

The teacher scolds him for prematurely casting the spell, but he doesn't care, so long as he doesn't have to do it again.

The professor tries to make him but he refuses, so he’s given detention, but he honestly does not care.

He just doesn’t want to see Scorpius dead, even if it’s just a Boggart.

He has enough nightmares about losing Scorpius without a Boggart fucking him up.

Albus tops in the relationship.

#scorbus #jeddy #tames #albus severus potter #scorpius hyperion malfoy #james serius potter #or is it sirius man i can't remember #teddy lupin #headcanon #tcc headcanons #scorbus headcanons #boggart #patronus #gaey #the potter triune

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ratretro · 6 years ago

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Title: Obstacles

Pairing: NaLu

Prompt: NaLu Angst Week 2018 - Obstacles

Rating: M; Ages 18+!

None of these characters are owned by me, they are all owned by the wonderful Hiro Mashima!

A/N:

I hope this came out well because I wanted to make it kind of fun and kind of awful

But the good kind of awful

Idk my angst game is weak rn im sorry tbh

Of course it happens right as angst week writing begins lmao heres an arranged marriage au for you all

also I won’t be doing tomorrows prompt unless i have time to complete it ive got some stuff to work out

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The male beside her had eyes the shade of the night sky on the new moon; cold and empty. His hand was resting comfortably on her hip, but she’d felt his fingers twitch each time she walked by. The she Lucy was referring to was not herself, but a smaller girl on the other side of the room. The girl with the flowing, soft blonde hair that fell in waves with ribbons adorning both sides of her head in perfect symmetry. Her gown was a shade of pink that reminded Lucy distinctly of cherry blossoms, and though it was elegant she could tell the fabric was lightweight and the design specifically made to appear as though it matched the overall feel of the party. This made sense considering Mavis was cunning, and tactful. She needed to be quick on the floor, but she also needed to blend in. She was her father’s advisor, and an outstanding one if this party wasn’t a testament to her hard work.

The manor they lived in was all shimmering gold, and sparkling wine. The chandeliers were perfectly lit, and every bulb had been replaced in light of tonight’s event. Once again, her husband’s hand twitched as the sprite of a girl passed. Lucy didn’t much care on the transgressions of her husband. They’d made an agreement after all. That didn’t stop her from glowering at him. He was an idiot, and it was like he wanted to get caught. In truth, he probably did. Then he could stop the charade and be with the woman he actually loved. However, that wouldn’t do well for Lucy. Her father would just find another man to marry her to and she couldn’t have that. She may have wished it in the beginning, but too much was at stake now. Her father wouldn’t care if the male beside her was having an affair, but to bring public shame to the family would be a disgrace.

“Careful, darling.” She placed emphasis on the pet name, and once more her smile full of lies graced her face. “You’ll get us caught.” She mumbled below her breath to keep their conversation from being overheard.

“The only reason I agreed to your deal is my brother. Otherwise, I would have left with her long ago.” He muttered back to her. His tone having shifted from ‘overly excitable husband’ to ‘don’t get cocky’ in a matter of seconds. Two could play at this game.

“I know that. I don’t care. Don’t. Get. Caught.” Each word was said through gritted teeth.

“Oh my! Look at the happy couple!” it was her aunt Supetto for the third time that evening. “You look marvelous, my dear!”

Her cheeks turned a shade of rosy pink as she knelt to her aunt’s height, and gently gripped her hands. “As do you, auntie.” The two separated, and she watched her aunt wander back out to the floor. She’d certainly be back.

“You say I’ll get us caught. His face has been the epitome of ‘don’t touch her’ all night.” Shots fired. He was right though, Natsu had been throwing a silent tantrum since they’d descended the stairs arm in arm, with smiles of a happy couple. She didn’t want this anymore than he did. Zeref’s hand returned to her hip and pulled her just an inch closer. They’d come up with a system in their closeness. This marriage was one of necessity and convenience. Neither wanted this, but still. Zeref couldn’t shame the Dragneel name, and neither could she to the Heartfilia Konzern. Both would be inevitable as the affairs they both engaged in continued. And yet the pair of them felt addicted to their other half.

“Surely, we could separate for a moment.” It was a suggestion that Zeref posed nearly every political event. He couldn’t stand to be there like some exhibit for very long, and truth be told Lucy couldn’t stand to have someone other than him touching her.

“Surely, we could.” She echoed, and the pair separated. Both gave each other their signature smiles, and that lingering glance that they’d practiced and become sufficient at. It was like when she had played pretend as a child. Her performances could give a professional entertainer a run for their money. She crept down a small hallway that normally led towards the restroom, but instead of entering the ladies’ room she ventured to the left. The door shut softly behind her, and there she waited.

It wouldn’t be long now, she hoped. And she was right. She heard his stomping before he even entered the room, but once he did she felt like her skin was on fire. Her father was insistent on marrying into a family of dragons for the status, and the fame but she’d always wondered what his thought process was on that. Did he think they’d be controlled? Impossible.

“Natsu, could you please turn down the furnace. It’s rather hot.” She teased. Though, from the look on his face it was clear he was past the ‘joking to ease tension’ phase. Dragons were peculiar that way. They got insanely territorial over what they felt was theirs. It was how she’d first noticed Zeref’s feelings for Mavis, and it was how she’d discovered Natsu’s for her. She had been drawn to the mysterious air of the elder Dragneel, but immediately felt he was too tense, and stuffy. Natsu had been like a breath of fresh air in the spring. Zeref felt like a cloudy day with a one hundred percent chance of rain and high humidity. Yet, Mavis loved him with everything she had. To each their own, she supposed. Her own was right in front of her.

Natsu wasn’t about to just let Lucy slide with a joke like he normally did. He’d watched them practice flirting, and getting the timing of their own lies together the entire night. That hadn’t bothered him, much, but the one thing he’d forgotten in his entire time with Lucy was that their parents had expectations. His father expected Lucy to bear the next heir of the Dragneel name, and of course Lucy’s father expected the same. He’d heard them practice what to say to their respective father’s, but both had become silent. Every single one of them knew that the argument wouldn’t hold out.

Zeref’s eyes had been the color of blood red, and Lucy couldn’t even bother to face him. She couldn’t bear to tell him the truth, and he knew that. He knew that one day she would have to bear the child of his brother. It was either that, or she get sold to some other high ranking socialite. Zeref could easily sway their father to choose Mavis, but he hadn’t out of respect for Natsu. Natsu appreciated it in ways his brother would never truly understand, but Zeref was at his breaking point. It wouldn’t be long before he called it quits, and Lucy knew that too.

They continued to refuse each other in this small room. Natsu never moving towards her, and Lucy staring into her hands like they were the most interesting thing in the world. He couldn’t stand it any longer. The tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife. He moved towards her, and the movement startled Lucy into looking up.

She could barely see through blurred vision as the water pooled, threatening to spill over. His hand touched her cheek, and she could feel the weathered skin, and each scar across the tips of his fingers and his palm. A tear slid when her eyes closed and she relaxed into his touch. His thumb ran under her eye to brush the liquid from her cheek.

Not even a single tear should stain her cheeks. He’d decided this when they first began their arrangement, but that was then, and this was now. He couldn’t make this better. The greed of her father far outdid that of a dragon. He wasn’t sure if that was a compliment, but he highly doubted he could ever think something nice of Lucy’s old man.

“Stop cryin’, Luce. It’ll be alright.” She gripped his suit jacket tightly and nodded before tugging him against her. Her forehead nuzzled softly into his chest.

“I know. I’ve been thinking lately… what if we all just ran away? Me, you, Zeref, and Mavis. Couldn’t we just leave?” if she cried anymore she’d ruin her makeup. Appearance was everything. She had to keep up appearance.

“That wouldn’t solve a damn thing. My father would hunt us to the ends of the earth, and so would yours.” That didn’t mean he didn’t want to, because fuck did he want to. He could run to hell and back as long as it was her by his side. But they couldn’t. They couldn’t just leave.

“What if—” she stopped herself. One ‘what if’ was all she could afford. Any more than that, and she’d have actual hope. His rough hand gently raised her chin up to look at him, and he pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead.

“I love ya. And if that means I gotta fight an army to keep ya then I will.” She didn’t want him to. Anything that would hurt him, she could never forgive. Even if it was herself.

“Please don’t. I don’t want you to get hurt, idiot.” She lifted to her tip toes, and pressed a kiss to his lips. It was soft like it always was, he mused. Her lips were sticky from the lip gloss she’d chosen. It tasted like watermelon. She had always liked those flavored ones, and he couldn’t help but agree. He licked her bottom lip, and she giggled – a real giggle – for the first time that night. The sound was like music to his ears. His own private symphony.

He pressed his head into her neck, and his hands gripped her hips. She gave a small gasp that had him growling softly. Then, a scent rose to his nose. It was buried beneath her floral perfume. He was glad she chose the softest one she had in her array of scents. It hadn’t taken the heiress long to learn the sensitivity of a dragon’s nose, and since then had only worn soft scents that smelled of vanilla or a flower shop. Today was the flower shop. Still, that wasn’t the problem. No, his problem lay under that.

Lucy noticed quickly the change from playful growl to territorial growl. She froze on the spot, and then she waited. Territorial Natsu could sometimes be a hassle, between sibling rivalry, and his disgust about their situation it often gave her trouble. Tonight, for example, he likely smelled Zeref on her skin. They’d had to do a ‘lover’s embrace’ in front of their fathers. Complete with longingly staring into each other’s eyes, and happy smiles. They joked about how disgusting it was later.

In another life, she and Zeref would have been friends. She thought so anyway. Here they had a mutual partnership. One that likely wouldn’t make it much farther. It was just as she thought. They should all just run away.

Natsu’s breath on the crook of her neck distracted her from her thoughts, and she tensed while a shiver ran down her spine.

“Your father sucks.” He muttered, resting his forehead to her collarbone, and gently pushing her backward. It wasn’t long before she bumped into the desk at the far back of the office. This idiot was going to try that in a place like this.

“He does. But you know what’s worse?” she was setting him up for a joke. Just like when she’d entered, but his brain didn’t want to hear it. Her dress had been distracting him all night, and with the scent of Zeref on it that was making it all the more irritating. It was tight, black and boy did it fit her like the perfect sized glove. He shivered the second his fingers caressed the fabric. His hands were gripping her hips again, which in turn made her nervous. She’d chosen the dress with slits on both sides with the purpose of riling him up, but she didn’t mean for right now, she’d meant for later. When they were alone in their chambers, and the party goers had gone.

“Hmmm.” The sound vibrated against her neck as a tongue lashed out to lick her skin. A whimper slipped through her lips, and the grip on her hips tightened.

“Happy’s going to destroy the furniture before we get back.” She deflected to the feline for aid in distracting Natsu from his current activities.

“And when he does we’ll confiscate his prized fish as punishment.” A gasp of horror came from her body, but he was more than aware that she was joking. Soon, another giggle erupted through her ribcage.

“And then we’ll have to buy a new couch. Again.” She mumbled.

“What can I say. He really liked the old one.” Natsu wasn’t distracted one bit. In fact, his lips were kissing trails up her neck, and she was doing her best to hold it together.

“For someone who owns a cat, you’re such a sly dog.” He bit into her neck softly, but she got the feeling that if he ever could, he’d leave nothing but marks on her pale skin to show everyone who she was with. She was his, and he was hers. This situation just complicated matters was all. Lucy rocked her hips into his, and he grunted.

“Dragon. I. Am. A. Dragon. We are majestic!” he groaned loudly in annoyance with her terms, and she supposed he was right, but she wanted to make the joke, and so here they were.

“Yes, a mighty dragon. He who lays claim to all treasure.” She had deepened her voice, and added a tone that sounded a lot like a story narrator.

“If we lay claim to all treasure, then you’re mine. You’re my pile of golden coins.” He brought her hand to his lips, and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. She flared a vibrant red, and her face felt like it was on fire all the way up to the tips of her ears.

Their lips met again, but this time more urgent. Her fingers dug into his hair, and his hands finally found their way to her thighs. He squeezed one as he slid his other hand up her inner thigh to reach the seething warmth. A shaky sigh left her lips, and with one touch to the clothed flesh she was throwing her head back, and biting her lip to keep from making a sound.

His grin was devilish as the finger began to rub up, and then down. Up. Down. Up. Down. He continued the slow pace, and the deliberate stroking even as her grip on his hair tightened. She breathed, and his name flowed out. His finger stopped abruptly, and he pulled it back. Then, once more a searing kiss to her lips.

A knock at the door startled her from her haze. She froze in fear until she saw the look of irritation on Natsu’s sharp features.

“We’ve got to get back.” Zeref’s voice echoed from behind the door, and she nearly cursed before pushing past the pinkette. She straightened up her appearance before hanging her head and mumbling something. Natsu had heard her, and all be damned he was a dragon. And wasn’t it a dragon’s duty to kidnap the princess and hide her where she’d never be found again? Her hand pressed to his chest, and she left him with a soft, lingering kiss. It was so pure and tender. It was so full of love that it nearly ripped out his heart to watch her leave arm in arm with Zeref.

With her lingering glance on him as she left he silently promised the world would fear the wrath of Natsu Dragneel if it meant he could live a full life with her.

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