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cha-melodius · 2 years

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Imagine that Gaby, Napoleon and Illya have a knitting contest. They have to knit a scarf for each other (Illya for Napoleon, Napoleon for Gaby and Gaby for Illya). The scarves will be judged based on how well they are knitted but also on how well they suit the people they were intended for. How do you think the contest would go?

I forget if I've mentioned here that I'm a knitter (and actually a knitting pattern designer too, though I haven't published anything new for a while), but if I haven't then this is quite the funny coincidence. Also such an amazing and oddly specific idea, lmao.

I want to know who is doing the judging here. Some external panel? Maybe popular poll among the UNCLE staff? Waverly? I honestly think Gaby wouldn't be super invested in the results. Like, she'd want to make something nice for Illya but she just doesn't seem as competitive to me. I also feel like the scarf she knit would be simple and maybe a bit rougher than the others'. She knits it at random times and places, and there might be a few grease stains in spots, but Illya would cherish it anyway.

Napoleon's for Gaby would be classic in style but maybe in a bright, funky color. I see his knitting as loose and free but not careless, he's not a slave to patterns and dreams up something on the fly that nevertheless turns out beautifully. It'd be a wide shawl with a geometric lace pattern, perhaps. Then we have Illya's for Napoleon. I always hc Illya is extremely meticulous in whatever he does, so I see him as a very careful knitter who never lets a mistake go unfixed. I feel like he'd knit some intricate but classic cabled scarf, cables a little more modern than the typical aran styles, something that works perfectly with all Napoleon's suits.

As for who wins? Illya, for sure. I don't think the others could match the quality of his finished product. The way you set it up with the gifts and competition means it would be hard to argue with the results. Napoleon might think his scarf should win, but if he argues that, then that implies he doesn't like the scarf Illya knit him, and of course he loves it. (He doesn't want to let on quite how much, though, that would be a little too revealing.)

Anyway, that's probably more than anyone every expected to read about scarf knitting competitions in this fandom lmao.

#headcanons and aus #tmfu #napoleon x illya x gaby #the man from u.n.c.l.e.#the man from uncle #napoleon solo #illya kuryakin #gaby teller #asks and answers

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yatorihell · 7 years

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In The Darkness Chapter 17 - Revelation and Refutation

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Summary: Yato makes a revelation about Yukine and Hiyori which could change their friendship.

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Thank you @themusicalbookworm for beta-ing me <3

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Second year classes were much more eventful that Hiyori had expected. Besides the usual charms and transfigurations classes – where Kuguha still looked down on her in disdain despite her less frequent failures – she and the rest of the second years were now facing a Mandrake.

Although its screams were fatal, the baby root which was held up in front of their ear-muffed heads was only strong enough to knock a person out.

Hiyori flinched at its gaping mouth, not hearing but know that it was screaming as loud as its – lungs? – could allow. Yukine stood beside her, staring at the plant with interest, unfazed by its cries as he followed the professor’s instructions to repot his own into a bigger pot.

Speaking was pointless as the students around him pulled up their roots, an unheard cacophony of screams filling the greenhouse and making it impossible for Hiyori to remove her earmuffs and make small talk.

Hiyori gingerly unearthed her own Mandrake, dropping it in a new pot and quickly shoving earth onto of its face as it began to cry. With its screams muffled and calming, the students could remove their earmuffs and leave class, though the next one wouldn’t offer any respite as Hiyori and Yukine had Defence Against the Dark Arts together.

They walked back into the main castle together, the crowd of students pushing against each other rowdily and splitting off into the arching hallways surrounding one of the courtyards they passed. Yato – apparently having attended his class – was up ahead escaping one of the classrooms. Covering his nose and mouth, and coughing, he was followed by a cloud of pink smoke from the door where many more students were piling out in the same demeanour.

Hiyori and Yukine halted when they reached him, letting the course of students bump around them as they watched Yato spluttering before he caught sight of them and tried to regain some composure.

“Potions,’” Yato coughed. “Kofuku.”

The name alone was enough to get some sympathy. Madame Kofuku was known for her experiments, although they mostly failed. Rumour had it that her hair turned pink after a particularly nasty experiment for her sixth year N.E.W.T exam, rendering the west wing of the potions dungeons under Hogwarts unusable, and left her with candyfloss coloured hair forever.

Nevertheless, Hiyori bit back a smile, the pink dust covering Yato’s robes and layering his hair was a sight to see, and she didn’t really want to tell him as he hadn’t seemed to realise it himself despite the odd looks he received from the last few students who passed by them.

“What class you got next?” Yato asked.

“Defence Against the Dark Arts,” Yukine answered, shuffling his bag and trying to hide a smile for the same reason as Hiyori. “Cornish Pixies.”

A wicked grin split on Yato’s face which didn’t match the sweet tone of his voice. “Oh, they’re very cute. Very sweet creatures. Like fairies but uglier.”

Hiyori felt doubtful that he was telling the truth since he’d tricked her before with disgusting jelly beans, but a pixie sounded like a nice break from banshees.

“Ok,” Yukine said as he stepped around Yato who was still oblivious to his appearance. “See you later.”

Hiyori followed after Yukine a few paces down the corridor, but she couldn’t hold back the snort of laughter which was followed by Yukine’s snickering.

Turning on her heel to where Yato was heading in the opposite direction, she called out to him. “Yato?”

He turned. “Yeah?”

“You’re a bit pink.”

Yato coughed wildly as a new cloud of pink dust exploded in his face when he tried to brush it from his hair. Hiyori giggled quietly before running to catch up to Yukine as the warning bell sounded, marking the start of what would be a fun class.

As Hiyori rightly feared yet ignored, Cornish Pixies class was a disaster. They managed to escape from their cage fairly quickly, despite the padlock, and wreaked havoc.

Pixies were nothing like fairies as Yato had described them. These were gremlins in disguise: bluish-purple with protruding bellies, glassy black eyes and impish grins which leered and screeched in delight as students dived for cover.

To his enragement, they had stolen Professor Takemikazuchi’s wand and taunted him with it as chaos descended on the classroom. Books were thrown, ink pots splattered, even the dragon skeleton that hung above their heads was at risk of falling as a gang of pixies rode it merrily before leaping onto the iron chandelier and swinging around.

Yukine, cursing and hitting every creature in sight with a heavy book, bashed any pixie that came near when they hooked their claws into Hiyori’s hair or tried lifting Suzuha up. Long nails scratched at their jumpers and skin before control was regained by a dishevelled, huffing Takemikazuchi who held his wand in the air alongside a mass of dazed, floating pixies.

Yato roared with laughter when he saw them later on after their ordeal. Hiyori’s tangled hair and Yukine’s red face was funny enough sat opposite from him in the Great Hall until Yukine threw a book at his head which thankfully he managed to dodge. Calling for mercy, Yato promised he would use his upperclassman experience to help them survive Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Although this made them forgive him slightly for lying, they still weren’t happy as he started asking if Takemikazuchi did anything suspicious in class, or if they’d seen him with Kuguha recently. It seemed Yato was still adamant that there was going to be trouble, and that he was the only one who could sense it – and stop it.

“You really need to let it go,” Hiyori said calmly, “everything’s normal. They’re still grumpy and we don’t even see them together.”

Yato grumbled and tried to argue ‘that’s what they want us to think’ but Yukine kicked his leg under the table, making him yell out in protest and Hiyori shush them as said teachers entered the room, stalking up to the Great Table as if deep in discussion.

Yukine rolled his eyes at Yato’s pointed finger and ‘I-told-you-so’ look, as if two professors walking together was damning enough to prove they were plotting something.

“Let it go,” Hiyori sighed. “Please?”

Yato glared at the table. “Fine.”

Autumn blurred into winter accompanied by early snow which fell on Yukine’s birthday, which happened to coincide with his first Quidditch match against Ravenclaw. As predicted, Ravenclaw won the match – Suzuha’s novice to the game was no match for Kazuma’s honed Seeking ability.

Still, the match was enjoyable to watch. Yato and Hiyori sat together for a change as there was no need for their houses to be divided as their houses were not playing this match. Aimi and Yama sat behind them and awing over the sight of the ‘haters-turned-lovers’ as Yama liked to call Yato and Hiyori whenever she saw them in a 5-metre radius of each other, to which Aimi rolled her eyes and Hiyori protested profusely.

They met Yukine after the pitch once he’d changed into less padded yet more comfortable clothes, calling congratulations on his first performance as a Chaser. He’d outmatched most of the Ravenclaw team as they were bigger and clunkier than he was, but still had trouble getting past the Keeper who blocked more than half of his tries.

Although the skies had been snow-free for the entire game, the grey clouds finally released their light load in the form of delicate snowflakes which added a fresh coat to the muddied slush under their feet. They made their way back to the castle, scarves of respective scarlet, emerald and gold wrapped tightly around their necks.

Despite it being a Saturday, Hiyori insisted she had to go to the library but promised that they would celebrate Yukine’s birthday later on. A sudden thought crossed her mind and she turned to Yato.

“Hey, when’s your birthday?” With a cock of her head Hiyori thought about how it had never been mentioned, even though both hers and Yukine’s birthdays had been celebrated.

“Spring,” Yato said vaguely. “I don’t do birthdays.”

“But you have to!” Hiyori exclaimed. “Tell me!”

Yato gave her a strange look. She was awfully persistent and not going to take no for an answer. With a shrug he replied, “I’ll tell you on the day.”

Hiyori huffed, complaining that it wouldn’t give them time to prepare, but accepted it nonetheless before trotting off through the trickling crowd, giving a brief farewell and flashed smile to Yukine which he returned with flushed cheeks.

Yato looked at Yukine curiously, then at Hiyori’s retreating back, then back to him. Anyone could’ve been forgiven for thinking that his cheeks were tinged pink by the cold, but Yato – after just about a year of being oblivious to Yukine’s visible fondness to Hiyori – was finally catching on.

“You fancy her, don’t you?”

The speed at which Yukine whirled around was nearly enough to make him slip on the patch of lightly thawed snow when he stared at Yato, mouth open but not saying anything. The faint red tinge on his cheeks went scarlet in a matter of seconds as he sputtered out denials.

“It’s getting pretty obvious.” Yato shrugged carelessly. “You should tell her.”

“It’s NOT like that!” Yukine exclaimed. He started muttering under his breath, more to himself than to Yato, talking about how Hiyori was pretty and nice to him, but that didn't mean anything...

Yukine huffed something about needing to study too, quickening his paces until he’d left Yato’s side and vanished into the crowd of students entering the castle.

Yato shoved his hands in his pockets and buried his chin in his scarf, lips tugged into an amused smile at Yukine’s swift denial and departure.

Maybe he should tell her.

Yukine found Hiyori in her usual spot in the Library surrounded by books on vampires, which he suddenly remembered the essay for which was due the next week. He flopped down opposite her, Yato’s advice still fresh in his mind when Hiyori smiled at him and kept writing, asking what he’d like to do for his birthday.

He shrugged as he pulled the corner of a spare book, flicking through it listlessly when he brought his own notebook and quill from his bag with a different goal in mind. Speaking wasn’t his strong point, but words, maybe they were better than having to face her and say what he wanted.

The quick scratches of nib on parchment distracted Hiyori as she pawed over her own book, glancing up to see Yukine quickly and intently writing long sentences which he shielded with his hand. Her eyes fell on his notebook. It was battered – old even – the pages faintly yellow with age and curling at the corners Hiyori could see.

“Don’t you need a new notebook? I have one if you want…” Hiyori reached into her own satchel, but Yukine quickly shut his notepad and shoved it in the inner folds of his robes.

“N-no it's ok,” he replied quickly, fumbling for words. “I just… I’ll see you later!”

His chair scraped loudly when he pushed away from the table and speed walked away despite Hiyori asking what they would do for his birthday. Disappearing into the rows of bookshelves, she was left feeling a bit confused by Yukine’s hasty departure.

What’s up with him?

#bit dull this week #but shit hits the fan next week #:3c #good times #noragami #noragami aragoto #yato #yukine #hiyori #hp au #harry potter au #in the darkness #my writing

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imthegirlwhowaited · 7 years

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gonna make this into a book or smth

Okkk so i just took a casual 2 hour nap and had a dream and I’m gonna write it down before i forget because this dream was a continuation of a dream i’d had before!!??

So I was on this subway platform (you know those ones that are actually outside) and it’s night time and I was standing by this guy and there was still a few minutes to the next train and this girl enters the platform and stands on my other side (so i’m sandwiched between them) and i look from the guy to the girl and realize they’re matching, she’s wearing this black grey and white stripped scarf and his is almost the same and they’re both wearing matching converse and I grin to myself because it’s so cute and funny and THEN I start laughing at this point because I have the weirdest deja vu because this has happened before to me before with these EXACT SAME PEOPLE like 2 weeks before (now, see, this has never happened to me in real life BUT in that moment I very vividly remembered having this first encounter with them in this dream reality because I had that first dream a few weeks ago, weird I know, anyway)

So they both look over at me surprised and I’m like “it’s you guys! From a few weeks ago! You’re wearing the same scarves and shoes again, what are the chances!” and I’m thinking to myself like chances are super slim but this must be that awesome one in a million coincidence where we all got out of work on the same routine as a few weeks ago somehow. So then they start laughing because they recognize each other and me (because in the last dream/encounter obviously I’d called them out on matching and we had all laughed about it then), so we’re all laughing and it’s so pure and then

Then I also realize in the back of my mind that last time I very clearly remember that there was a girl standing with the guy last time but now she’s not here and I don’t really give it much thought but somehow it means something, so I’m just like fuck it, can I get a picture of you guys together??

And they’re both blushing and kind of looking at each other questioningly and shrugging like “us? Really? Sure i guess”

So I try to take their picture but like I said it’s night and the lighting is really shitty and I keep trying to take pictures but they keep moving (cause they’re laughing and giggling with each other and being overall cute) and the train starts coming and i finally figure out the right lighting angle and I’m like quick quick stand here! And I start snapping pictures but I’m so rushed because the train is arriving that I can’t get a decent shot and at this point he’s like giving her a piggy back to get a nice shot and they’re adorable and I kind of give up with my few crummy blurry pictures of them (they’re like cryptids) and I’m just watching them be adorable, and the train is being loaded and it’s about to leave and they’re like “so did you get the picture?” and I’m like eh I guess and they come to take a look and the train leaves and they laugh at the pictures and shrug and then the dream got fuzzy and I woke up but I had this certainty that they’d missed the train so fuck it let’s just take this chance and hang out now

And that’s the story of how I’m convinced I can sometimes spy in on myself from an alternate universe and this fully did happen to my alternate self and these two adorable dorks are happily together somewhere

#mine #dream #weird dream #but adorable

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drrr-ln-translations · 7 years

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“Izaya Orihara is a very strange name, when you think about it…” “Hmm… It might just be coincidence that I turned out the way I did, but I think it actually suits me perfectly.”

In an apartment in Shinjuku, Izaya Orihara was playing a curious customized game of shogi by himself. A secretary was making rounds between mountains of documents and a computer behind him.

Izaya didn’t bother to help her with the avalanche of processing ahead of her. Instead he asked, “Namie, how much do you believe in coincidence?”

“…What do you mean?”

The board was triangular with triangular spaces, and normal shogi pieces were arranged neatly into three different formations.

“They’re probably thinking that all of the stuff that just happened was mere happenstance. When Haruna Niekawa was in Anri Sonohara’s apartment, they think Nasujima showing up was a coincidence. Nasujima was pressured into being there at that point in time. He was flattered into it.

He had to be given Anri Sonohara’s precise address. That was all me. Funny thing is, for a teacher, he was a real idiot. He could’ve just looked up her address by peeking into the other class’s student register. Maybe he just didn’t want them to spread rumors about him. The guy who hit on every girl in the school!”

Izaya chuckled as he recalled the entire string of events.

“Another funny thing is when you research fairies and possessed swords and all that stuff under the assumption that they’re real, you actually come up with quite a lot of results.”

Izaya was positively tickled by the existence of all that information he hadn’t known, and remembering the conclusion of Saika’s incident sent him trembling with excitement.

“The only true coincidence this time was that when Nasujima took my money, the real Saika showed up.”

—–

Nasujima led an unstable life to begin with. He had borrowed money from one of the Awakusu-kai’s loan sharks, and his back was against the wall. So he came up with a plan. Haruna Niekawa had once threatened him with a knife. What if he blackmailed her parents over that and squeezed some money out of them?

The Awakusu-kai put him through to an information dealer named Izaya Orihara. When he visited the man’s office and Izaya said he needed to leave for a while and just walked out, there was a black bag on the table with multiple stacks of bills poking out. Just as Izaya expected, Nasujima ran off with the money. He probably expected to pay off the loan shark and then hightail it for safety. Perhaps he figured that given Izaya’s line of work, he wouldn’t be reporting that stolen cash to the police.

All that was left was to hire Celty to capture Nasujima. Izaya threatened to tell the Awakusu-kai about the stolen money and thus had himself a faithful little pawn.

That was his angle to using Haruna Niekawa, the true Saika.

—–

“But then, out of the blue comes the owner of the real Saika, not a simple copy like Niekawa. That made things much more interesting… Personally, it would have been perfect if Shizu had died in the fray, but I can’t ask for too much, I suppose.”

“How were things made ‘interesting’?” Namie asked the elated Izaya, her own face an emotionless mask. To her, the only thing that mattered in the world was her brother’s happiness, and everything else was immaterial—including herself.

Izaya knew her bizarre proclivities, but he was like a child bursting with a secret inside, his eyes sparkling.

“Now the city is split in three, between the Dollars, the Yellow Scarves, and Anri Sonohara’s demonic army… And the demon blade has infiltrated the ranks of both the others.”

“Hmm. And that’s interesting to you?”

“The shit won’t hit the fan right away… But for now, a few sparks will do fine. In a few months, those sparks will smoke and smolder, and…oh, I just can’t wait anymore!”

He laughed and rolled back onto the sofa, as giddy as a boy waiting for the release of a new video game. Meanwhile, Namie was still expressionless and flat.

She asked, “The Yellow Scarves might have the numbers, but weren’t they just created by some stupid kid three years ago? Doesn’t speak well to their balance, does it?”

“Actually, no… Think about it. It means that ‘stupid kid’ is able to handle an organization of that many people. The threat is real!” he proclaimed, then muttered mostly to himself.

“Of course, it’s not like the shogun of the Yellow Scarves is a total stranger to me, either…”

(Omitted)

“The fun thing about staring down at the board from above is the illusion that you are God.”

Izaya poked and prodded at the triangular shogi board, smirking like a child.

“God attacks! Hi-yah!” he chirped, pouring the oil from a lighter onto the board. The smell spread throughout the room, but he paid it no mind, pushing the splattered pieces around so that the three kings were gathered in the center.

“A three-way battle’s a wonderful thing. Especially when the leaders are so closely aligned,” he gloated, his innocent smile now full of malice as he lit a match. “The sweeter the honeymoon, the greater the despair as it burns ever higher.”

Izaya tossed the match onto the board.

Flame.

Transparent blue flame, almost cold in its appearance, enveloped the shogi board. It burned quickly, crackling and charring the pieces as the oil evaporated. The wooden pieces burned up one after the other on the glass table.

“Ha-ha-ha-ha! Look, the pieces burn like trash!” he gloated, a parody of some stereotypical mad villain. It was Namie, who wasn’t even watching the exhibition, who doused his excitement with a freezing comment.

“Well, anything will become trash if you burn it. Now clean all of that up.”

“Tsk. You’re no fun, you know that?” he griped, shaking his head in disappointment. But he was back to his good mood in moments. He picked up a pair of cards from the table nearby. “The real question is, how do the other cards who aren’t my pawns move now? Yumasaki’s group, Kishitani Shinra, Simon, Shiki-san from the Awakusu-kai…the cops… But I suppose Shizu-chan’s got to be the king.”

He flipped the king card right into the flames. “And Celty’s the joker…no, the queen. Then the joker is…Shinra’s dad with Nebula…? Know what, I don’t really care.”

Izaya tossed all of the cards in the fire, bored. As he watched the pile flame away, he turned to the object resting next to him.

“It’s actually getting interesting now…don’t you agree?”

The eyes of the beautiful severed head resting next to Izaya just barely seemed to twitch.

- Durarara!! Light Novel Volume 2

#drrr #durarara #durarara!!#izaya orihara #orihara izaya #namie yagiri #yagiri namie #takashi nasujima

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