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Watch Your Step: Chapter 1

Hey everyone, I have written a little story I wanted to share, it’s for people who like giant/tiny, fairy stories, and hurt/comfort! I might write more depending on what kind of response I get, please enjoy!!

UPDATE: I did decide to write more, so here is a link to the masterpost with all the chapters. Masterpost link.

Title: Watch Your Step

Word count: 7k words

Rating: T

AO3 link

Summary: An entomologist finds an injured fairy while out in the field.

Btw! I didn’t know this was really a thing people did, but if there’s interest for it I’ll start a tag list so you can be alerted when I post updates! Feel free to ask me to add you to the list however you like!

Author’s note:

I wanted to put some disclaimers on my story because I haven’t published much outside of the Good Omens fandom (which, if you followed me for my Gomens fic... :’) sorry)

I was browsing a bunch of different giant/tiny blogs recently because some of the concepts are really cute. Every fandom has its own specific issues that can crop up, and I’m not extremely aware of what the common ones tend to be for giant/tiny, but I saw a few posts about different trends perpetuating racism in g/t scenarios. Unlike fanartists, as an author I can sidestep this issue by not specifying character appearances in too much detail, but I think there can be problems with portrayals like this no matter what race you make the characters. I don’t know what the answer is, but I want to encourage my readers to think critically about these things and try to imagine how we can make our fandom spaces more welcoming for fans of color.

Another note: I had a sensitivity reader look this over for ableism, because ableism is a common criticism of fans of whump. One person can’t speak for the entire community so there might be different opinions on it, which I would be happy to listen to if you’re interested in helping me do better in the future, but just know if I’ve made any mistakes it wasn’t because I didn’t care.

And finally, my last note before I stop wringing my hands like an overconcerned aunt: For any readers who are young and inexperienced, I want you to take caution while reading stories that romanticize relationships with huge power imbalances. It’s fun to think about things like this, but even if there’s no real life equivalent of an injured tiny, please learn how to recognize and understand power imbalances. I think it can actually be a really useful and fun exercise to examine how different factors like that can impact a relationship of any kind in the safe space of fiction, but it’s not a substitute for the skills to recognize healthy and unhealthy relationships irl.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story! It took me back to my days of working in E&E as an undergrad x) and like I said, I might write more if there is interest <3

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Watch Your Step

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Thistle was mincemeat. He’d been resisting the thought for the past few hours, but he couldn’t avoid it any longer. The mounting anxiety in his stomach was too much to ignore.

A particularly large praying mantis had mistaken him for a particularly large bug and helped itself. It wasn’t an entirely unreasonable assumption when you were five inches tall and had gossamer wings, but that didn’t make Thistle feel any better about it.

It had caught him by surprise while he was peacefully enjoying the sight of a tiny waterfall in the creek, the babbling of the water masking the sound of its approach. He knew it had been stupid...Mother always advised him not to go on the ground at all when he was out of the hive, but he had been so delighted by the tiny fish and the little copeopods and wanted a closer look. He knew the ground was dangerous, but it had gone okay the last few times he had done it, so he hadn’t thought...

A mantis couldn’t normally kill a Pixie--not directly anyway. But the ragged tears its raptorial forelegs had left across his chest and arms still throbbed. The wounds were starting to make him lightheaded, exacerbated by the scorching sun overhead and the unfamiliar effort of walking over difficult terrain.

But it was what the mouthparts, not the arms, had latched onto that would do him in at the end: his wings. Before Thistle had managed to dislodge it, it had taken several very decent bites out of his left wing, the mouthparts rhythmically moving in and out, back and forth, up and down, mechanically, coldly, as its bulging, soulless, alien eyes had stared into his when he frantically writhed and kicked and flailed to free himself.

Dragging himself painfully over a fallen log, he half-heartedly fluttered his wings one more time, in the hopes that maybe, somehow, this time he would be able to fly and not make it worse. Pain lanced through his wings as he did so. He hissed and went rigid, panting and waiting for the sensation to recede.

He couldn’t pass out. Not here, not this far from the hive. Motion-based predators like birds and cats wouldn’t touch him lying there on the ground, but animals attracted to anything that smelled warm and helpless would surely get him before any of the other Pixies could find him. Snakes...It would definitely be a snake.

Thistle had always thought being eaten by a snake would be the worst way to go. They were like the mantis. Beady, lifeless eyes. Not equipped to even understand the pain they were causing you, let alone regret it. Wrapping you in a cold, vicious simulacrum of an embrace before swallowing you whole, without a second thought. Without a first thought.

Maybe if he could at least get close enough to the hive before he passed out, someone would find him before a snake did.

***

Marcella hated going to the field by herself.

First of all, it was an hour to drive up to the farm, and she never collected enough specimens by herself to make it worth it. The lab had an army of undergrads that usually fell over themselves for the opportunity to accompany her and spend the day romping around in a field with aerial nets for college credit. But it was currently summer, so most of them were out of town.

Normally she would put off going to the field to collect more insects until someone was available to help her, but her dissertation defense was coming up and she really wanted to have enough timepoints to have a solid defense of one of the key points her entire paper rested on… That meant this week she needed at least twenty more wild caught butterflies, ten moths, a handful of beetles, and whatever aphids she could get her hands on. Which sucked when she was also basically the only one in the lab to make sure all her labmates’ spiders got fed, which was a laborious process that involved coercing them with a fine-tipped paint brush towards a wingless fruit fly.

She cursed Jackie, the lab’s only other doctoral student, for going on vacation this week, adding more work onto her already overworked shoulders. Still, her office didn’t have a window, so it was nice to get out in the sun...even if it was hot out.

Marcy allowed herself a brief moment of diversion near the creek, splashing around in it and stopping to catch a mantis. She didn’t really need mantises for her work, but she thought they were neat and this one was particularly large. Its swollen abdomen let Marcy know it was gravid, and if it laid an egg sac she might be able to use that to entice more undergrads to come and do her busywork for her by convincing them it was exciting.

She approached the cabbage field--the lab had an agreement with the farm nearby that they could come catch pests on their property as long as they were careful not to damage the crops. The cabbage always had a ton of Pieris around them, which were easy to catch. It was a bit hard to avoid trampling the cabbage though, with them being so low to the ground… But she could usually find something good out there.

She just had to watch where she stepped.

***

The cabbage field also happened to be where Thistle was, his agoraphobia battling with his desire to get close to the hive as quickly as possible. Through the cabbage field was the most direct way back, and it would also be easiest to flag someone down for help if anyone happened to pass by due to how open it was.

Normally he would use the opportunity to take a slight detour through the apple orchard. If he could find one small enough to carry, he would always filch an apple to take back for everyone else...But all he could think about now was the straight shot being the fastest way home.

But oh how he hated being out in the open. The cabbage field barely had any cover taller than his waist, and the wretched rows of cabbage heads were planted in a space little more than bare dirt on the ground.

Open space was the enemy. Small, confined spaces were comfortable. Safe. Home. The hive was cozy, enclosed, covered...when you were outside the hive you were in danger and had to be on guard. The only thing that offered any safety outside the hive was cover, exactly the kind the ground in front of him did not have a lick of. Even birds, those silly things he could pretty much always outmaneuver in the air because they were so clumsy and couldn’t keep up with his agile flying, had a decent chance at him out there. Even humans, those gigantic creatures Thistle had barely ever worried about in his life, might be able to catch him out there.

He knew they ran the farm, but it was easy to avoid them and stay out of their sight. They barely ever left their own hive--their own strange, oversized, square hive that only four of them lived in. Mother seemed particularly worried about them finding her hive, but Thistle had never really understood why. They didn’t seem that dangerous...They ate vegetables for goodness’s sake, how could they be scarier than a snake? ...Right?

He peeked out across the field and swallowed nervously. He really was not confident in his ability to go around, on the winding path through the bramble.

But he was also not confident in his ability to go through. He struggled to hold his tears in, wishing he had just listened to Mother and tamped down his curiosity. He wanted to be at home, working on the fabric he had left in his space, safely at home sewing or building something that everyone else would love…

If he managed to get back, he thought he might never leave the hive again. He’d always enjoyed exploring to look for materials before now, but it wasn’t worth this.

He kept his head down and ran. He had never felt so exposed. The grass was barely up to his knees in some places. The wide open space seemed to physically press down on him, like a creature trapped at the bottom of the ocean, and a surge of fear and adrenaline pushed him on.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had ever actually run. His burning legs apparently couldn’t remember it either. If he wanted to go fast, he would always just fly.

Puffing miserably, he reached the relative safety behind a head of cabbage and fell to his knees, gasping and sweaty. He felt like throwing up.

He took a moment to sit there and catch his breath, when he heard something approaching...something big. He peeked out from behind the leaves in the direction it was coming from.

Oh. Now Thistle understood why Mother had been afraid of the humans finding the hive. Because he noticed something that he hadn’t before: they were fucking terrifying.

It had always been easy to brush off the scale when you were far away and safely up in the air. But now on the ground, Thistle was overwhelmed by the sheer size of the approaching creature--a giantess specifically by the look of it. He was suddenly acutely aware of how much food such a gigantic creature would need to eat, of the size of the head of lettuce next to him, of how easily such a being could easily just bite him in half if it felt so inclined.

But that seemed less likely than simply being crushed by its feet--its stomping feet that were easily the size of his entire body moving way faster than he would expect something that size to move. It could crush him with a thought for looking at him funny. It could crush him by accident and probably not even realize.

The possibility played in his mind over and over with each giant thud signaling a footstep closer. Thistle drew back behind the cabbage, crouched down, making himself as small as possible. If he just stayed still and out of the way, it would probably pass right by him without noticing.

They didn’t usually look at the ground. Didn’t look where they were stepping. Right?

The ground started to shake as it got closer. Thistle clapped his hands over his ears, each footstep spiking the anxiety in his chest higher and higher like a hammer to a nail.

Thud thud thud....

Any one of those movements could basically break every bone in his body if the foot came down on him. But he was out of the way. It was passing on the other side of the cabbage. And it was too late to get further away, because then it would see him. Right? Should he cut his losses? Should he get further away? Was he far enough away? Was there still time to move?

Sweating, trembling, he balled up and stared at the ground.

Thud thud thud...

For a split second, it was right next to him, inches away, the sound positively deafening, the enormous boot right there mid-step. He was so sure in that moment he was going to die if he didn’t move, with such force so close, a wave of panic overwhelming him.

He darted out.

Swiping the net was basically muscle memory at this point for Marcy, a reflex to seeing something tiny within reach. Her logic was she could always just let it go if she didn’t want to keep it.

Marcy of course didn’t know that Pixies existed, so her first interpretation of the blur of motion she managed to scoop up with the net was that she had somehow caught both a mouse and a butterfly at the same time.

The technique for making sure your catch doesn’t fall out of the net was to swipe and then flip it so the bottom of the net looped around to rest on top of the ring, and the snapping of Marcy’s wrist to close the exit tossed her prey up.

Thistle landed softly, not really hurt except for whatever panicked scrambling was tangling him further up, but he gave a startled yelp all the same.

Upon a closer inspection, Marcy’s second interpretation was that she’d caught what looked like a very, very tiny person, as ridiculous as it sounded, trembling in the net and looking up at her with wide eyes.

“Whoah,” Marcy breathed, drawing the net closer. “What are you?” This was the exact same way she phrased it when she encountered a new bug she’d never seen before, which, being an entomologist, hadn’t happened in quite a few years.

Thistle very quickly decided having the giantess’s full attention was much, much worse than waiting for it to pass by. His imagination ran wild with what kinds of awful things such a creature could do on purpose, and it dwarfed his previous thoughts about what could happen by accident.

The giantess shifted its net, speaking excitedly in a language he did not understand, voice bellowing like a huge bell. He wriggled wretchedly, aware that if he actually succeeded in getting out of the net his reward would be plunging to the ground at its feet.

Would it be angry with him for taking that apple last time he was out? He’d honestly thought none of them could even notice a detail that small. There were so many trees with so many apples. But why else would it be hunting him? Were they that defensive of their food? They had so much of it!

Thistle had seen the ones that lived here occasionally taking measures to kill or drive away insects he knew ate the food they grew--had they brought this new human here specifically to catch him? To drive away the hive?

That’s why Mother was always so insistent it was important to not let them see you… Because they could-

“Oh no,” he wept, tears spilling over in his eyes as the giantess’s hand came up and touched him through the net. “Please--please, if-if you can--Please take pity on me, if I’ve--If I’ve offended you in some way, or taken something of value, or trespassed, it was--it was an accident, I swear, please be merciful.”

Marcy watched as her curious catch opened its mouth and started to babble in a tiny voice, squeaking out in what she quickly figured out must be a language she didn’t speak. “You can--Are you talking? You can talk?”

It stopped at the sound of her voice, eyes watery, and lay there paralyzed.

Thistle figured out he and the giantess did not share a language after his plea garnered a response in gibberish and more gentle manhandling. He wasn’t sure if that made the situation better or worse. Worse, right?

The giantess continued to speak as it walked, possibly in what it thought was a quiet voice. He craned his neck to try and see forward where they were going. There was a small blue box sitting in the field, with more of what looked like the giantess’s equipment lying next to it.

Marcy took the strange little creature back to the Igloo cooler she’d brought. It didn’t have any ice in it, but it was convenient for carrying everything and making sure nothing escaped if the cups popped open while she was transporting them.

She gently set her catch down, keeping one foot on the netting to make sure it didn’t dart away. The little thing wriggled and thrashed its wings, trying very hard to find someway out.

“I can’t,” she said to herself, rifling through her supplies to find a cup big enough for it, “I just can’t--what is this thing? Am I going crazy? Should I call someone? I should call someone. Should I?”

She knew damn well no one was going to believe her unless this thing was right there in front of them like it was for her now. Maybe it’d be best to wait...and make sure this whole thing wasn’t a weird dream from being overworked.

You’ve been out in the field too long...you’ve been pushing yourself too hard lately…. You should have listened when your mom said you needed a break…

She pushed the cups with the insects she’d already collected aside and pulled out an empty one.

Thistle saw the giantess’s hand come out holding a clear container of some sort, one with a lid, and dread lanced through him.

“No,” he said. “Please don’t--Please don’t put me in there--Please let me go, I-”

Marcy flipped the net with a practiced hand. She was used to handling tiny creatures that wanted to get away, and were fluttering around after you caught them. This one was a bit meatier than a butterfly though, and she was also not used to them babbling in an unknown language as she did so.

She expertly plunged the cup into the net flush with the fabric, then carefully slid the lid over the top, snapped it shut, and took it out.

She held it up. The little creature’s wings quivered, and it put its hands up against the plastic.

To think she had been excited about the mantis before this.

Her brain was unsure how to process what she’d thought was impossible, so she just thought, should I try and catch any more butterflies?

Which was ridiculous. Of course not. Get out of here. Don’t worry about your thesis. Something weird is happening.

She put it into the cooler and shut it.

***

Thistle had never experienced an enclosed space that upset him quite as much as this little plastic cup he found himself in. He’d thought that not being out in the open any more might make things better, but this….this wasn’t like the hive, or even hiding inside a tree or next to a cabbage. It had the worst aspects of both being out in the open and being in an enclosed space. He couldn’t maneuver well, fly, or run away, but he was also so terribly exposed. Cover that didn’t cover him. He had never felt so profoundly unsafe in an unnerving, unfamiliar way.

He steadied himself on the side of the container to avoid falling down as the giantess jostled him, placing him down into the blue box he’d seen earlier beside some other cups.

They were full of butterflies. Most of them were just placidly sitting there, uncomprehending, their bulging eyes, fuzzy bodies, and rolled up proboscises now looking impossibly large this close to him.

He heard something larger moving behind him, so he turned around and saw the mantis, that green monster, yes, even exactly the same one that had put him in this predicament, he could tell by the dent in its right eye where he had elbowed it earlier. Electric fear surged through him, and he pressed himself against the wall, as far away from it as he could get, and held his breath.

Its mouthparts moved idly, forelegs resting on the wall of its own cup, not seeming to notice or care about any of the easy prey around it. Maybe it knew there was an invisible barrier between them it couldn’t get through. Maybe it was smarter than he thought. Maybe it was just biding its time, maliciously planning whatever other horrible things it could do to him. Maybe it was in cahoots with the giantess.

The lid of the box came down, plunging them into darkness, leaving him with only the sounds of the occasional scrabble of insect legs on plastic and his own heart hammering in his throat.

***

Marcy had to try very hard not to speed on the way home. It didn’t work, and she got back to the lab in about 45 minutes when by all accounts it should have taken at least an hour. She also had to resist the urge to open the cooler every few minutes to take a peek to make sure what she had caught was still there. She half expected to get back to the lab and find the cooler empty somehow.

She’d hoped that maybe the head of the lab would be there when she got back--but no, it was 7PM, he’d gone home. So had everyone else. It was just her. No one to confirm she wasn’t hallucinating.

She unlocked the lab, switched the light on, and put the cooler on the benchtop. She re-locked the door for good measure, then stood staring down at the cooler.

Okay. So assuming she opened it up and saw the same thing as she had in the field, and she hadn’t just wasted the rest of her day on some silly mistake, she had caught a...fairy? It had to be a fairy. Weren’t fairies magic? If it had been magic, surely it would have been able to escape from her. Right? Unless it wanted to be caught? Was this a test, and she was failing it? Was she about to suffer some ironic and appropriate punishment from the universe?

She reigned in her wild train of thought. Back up. Start with the basics. You have caught some unknown creature that, superficially, looks like a tiny person with wings. You do not know what it actually is. You cannot make any assumptions about it. It seems to be able to talk, but you can’t speak its language, and you don’t know if it can understand yours.

Given these very basic facts, assuming they were all true, what would be the best thing to do? Document it, right? Show someone else?

Maybe she could start by just taking it out and confirming it was real.

Thistle honestly hadn’t been sure what to expect to see when the giantess opened the box and took him out, but the reality of it was so much worse than he’d thought.

It was a room, square--he must be inside one of their big, weird hives, which Mother had advised against since it could be dangerous. Every surface was flat and bare and cold, no plants or grass, nowhere to hide, and the whole thing was littered with giant’s tools he couldn’t even imagine what they were for. Strange boxes in every imaginable size, basins and cups and small metal tools. Those were the worst part--most of them were almost as long as his entire body, and some ended in sharp points and others had fierce-looking clamps and still others he couldn’t even guess how they could move.

No... the worst part was actually what was up on the wall: a box full of dead insects, wings spread and pinned for display, labeled in a language he couldn’t read but he recognized what he saw. It was a collection, one he had just been added to. And right there in the center was a mantis, that fearsome predator, pinned up and decorated as easily as Thistle might pick up a particularly pretty pebble and take it home and put it with his others.

“Please,” he begged, voice thick with tears, “please have mercy.” Was there any way to make the giantess understand that he was a person? That he felt pain and emotions? That this was unthinkably cruel? Would it even care? Did it think of him like a bug? He pushed his hands against the clear container, shaking and swallowing huge, panicked breaths. “Please don’t do this to me.”

Could he convince it not to? “I can--I can grant you wishes.” He couldn’t, of course, he could barely use any magic beyond what it took to assist in flight, but he might be able to convince the giantess otherwise if it could understand him.

The giantess moved about the room, rearranging objects with ease that Thistle thought he would never be able to lift at all, pushing them aside with dreamlike speed. It didn’t seem to be listening to him.

He stepped back against the wall as far as he could go, wringing his hands anxiously. With a sinking heart he thought, Well. At least it’ll probably kill me painlessly, to avoid blemishing my corpse… unless it wants to dissect me first.

Why hadn’t he just listened to Mother?

Marcy cleared some space by pushing the pipettes and forceps away from the dissecting scope and set her catch down on the counter to examine it.

Yes, it was real. Her curiosity ignited like a flame, eager to know more about what the hell she had just found. It was a tiny person, and it had wings--but looking more closely now, it looked like one of them had been torn pretty badly...might explain why she had found it on the ground.

Was it a person? Maybe it was just the scale, or its limbs looking just a bit too long and thin, or its herky jerky and frantic movements, but something about it seemed strangely insectoid.

It put its hands together in front of its body, rubbing them together like a fly. She brought a light over to get a better look, and it crouched down and shielded its head with its arms, shaking.

It had a ribbon of wavy black hair from the top of its head, framed by two pointed ears. Its eyes were just a little too big and too wide set, triggering her uncanny valley response looking at its face. Its mouth definitely looked more human than insect though, as did the chest and limbs.

And it was wearing clothes, though she couldn’t tell what they could possibly be made of, but she could see the lines where they had been very finely stitched together. She wondered briefly how it managed to wear a shirt with its wings, but then noted with excitement the construction. The top had two long slits in the back, which when the shirt was pulled over the head, would just drape around the wings and allow them to move freely.

Another thing she couldn’t tell was the sex of this creature, if it had one. She thought about removing the clothes, wondering what such an impossibly tiny person could even look like in its more private areas.

Then she imagined herself actually doing that. Getting the scissors, or the forceps, and gently removing the little clothing while the creature struggled. That thought was finally enough for the realization of what she was actually doing to smack her in the face.

That would be an immensely fucked up thing to actually do, because she had caught a tiny person and brought it back to the lab. It was absolutely at her mercy and this whole time she hadn’t even thought about the possibility that, unlike everything else she’d brought back from the field, it understood what was happening and was terrified.

She finally noticed for the first time its puffy, red eyes and splotchy cheeks. The details were so tiny she hadn’t even seen them, but it had probably been crying the entire time it’d been in the cooler. And she glanced over her shoulder to see what its saucer-wide gaze was fixed on and saw the insect collection she had put together from all the cool bugs her first cohort of undergrads had collected in the field and brought excitedly to her.

It was a treasured memory of hers, and she had never in a million years thought anyone could find it threatening. But now she was imagining herself trapped in a little plastic cup and kidnapped and brought who knows where and seeing that and trying to guess what was in store for her. She had been so caught up in the excitement of discovery, and absorbed in her own feelings, that she hadn’t even questioned her instincts to snatch it up like a research sample.

It started speaking again in that tiny voice, a mellifluous little sound in a language that sounded like it was mostly vowels. She’d been so gobsmacked by its ability to speak earlier that she hadn’t even considered what it might be saying. Watching it cower now, hiding its face in its hands and sobbing, it was easy to guess.

Guilt washed over her. “Oh my god. I’m sorry. I’m...oh my god. Fuck.”

She leaned over and drew her hands around it, which only seemed to scare it more.

She should let it out. But what if it ran away? But she couldn’t keep it trapped under there. Right? It wasn’t ethical to keep someone trapped like that. She should start by undoing the damage she had already done.

She snapped the lid off and lifted the cup off the creature. It darted out and away towards the edge of the counter.

Thistle had never run so fast in his life. Every instinct in his body, every muscle was working together to get him away. He dashed towards the edge and hurled himself off.

Pain lanced through his shredded wing as he tried to fly. He managed to glide for a second, but then-

The hand came around him.

“Shit!” she yelped, diving after it. “No, no, nope, don’t-” Years of working with small creatures had honed her reflexes to grab anything running away from her to stop it from falling and hurting itself--but also, to stop it from getting loose and lost forever somewhere in the building.

So she lunged. And grabbed it. Too hard, she realized too late, as her fist closed around it and it gave a yelp of pain. And its wings--they seemed sturdier than, say, butterfly wings, maybe capable of tolerating being folded like a beetle’s wings, but she winced as she realized she had crumpled them against its body, which at the very least couldn’t be comfortable.

“Shit,” she said. “I’m sorry--fuck, fuck, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.”

Now moving as gently and deliberately as she could, she lowered it onto the benchtop and set it down, keeping her hands around it. She was relieved to see its wings unfold back into shape, undamaged--well, except for what it already had.

Thistle lay on the counter breathlessly, one hand raised as though he could possibly shield himself from anything, the other hand propping him up. He was embarrassed to hear a pathetic whimper escape his lips, but the giantess’s hands cupped him and prevented him from crawling any further away.

It started speaking to him in what sounded like it was trying to make a quiet, soothing voice, and one of its thumbs came forward and rubbed the top of his head, ruffling his hair. Was it...trying to calm him down? Feeling his hair?

He dared not try to dart away again lest he get another terrible squeeze.

“There we go,” Marcy cooed, stroking the little creature in what she hoped was a soothing manner. It trembled under her hands. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

She felt terrible, like a bull in a China shop, a big dumb animal that took way too long to realize the hurt it was causing. She’d found this little creature when it was at its most vulnerable and did exactly the wrong thing.

Could she fix this?

She very gently moved one finger from the creature’s heaving chest to its wings, delicately splaying the injured wing outwards to examine it. It was ragged, almost half of it completely torn up.

“Do you want me to try and fix this?”

It looked at her uncomprehendingly, flinching at the movements of her hands.

She cursed herself. It seemed thoroughly cowed to stay in place by the way she’d grabbed it so hard. Was there any way to communicate that had been an accident?

She removed her hands and put them on her chest. “Marcy.”

It looked at her.

“Marcy.”

She very delicately moved forward and pinched its tiny hands with her fingers, moving them to its chest in the same way she had placed hers on her own.

Thistle watched the giantess speaking slowly and deliberately, making some unknown sound and gesturing to itself. He panicked again when it reached for him, but it was suddenly doing something very strange with his hands. He fought through the static in his brain to try and figure it out.

The way it was waiting silently now, as though it wanted an answer, almost politely now. Was it...asking for his name? Was it introducing itself?

He swallowed and said with as much courage as he could muster, “Th-Thistle?”

Marcy was delighted when the little creature seemed to try and figure out what she was doing, struggling for a moment before making a small sound, a single word.

Had she done it? “Is that your name?” She moved her hands back to herself. “Marcy.”

It repeated the gesture and the sound, which she could hear more clearly this time, though in still such a tiny voice. “Ardo.”

“Ardo,” she said.

“Marcy,” it said.

The giantess seemed happy that he was repeating back what it said to him, a clear expression of delight breaking over its face. “THISTLE,” it repeated back to him, in a very broken-sounding and far too loud version of his own language.

Thistle wobbled to his feet, looking up at the giantess with renewed desperation. “Can you understand me? Please let me go. I- I want to leave. I want to go home. I can’t fly.”

“Y’vipoaomeni mi? Bonou lasiiniri. Mi-mivolaoriri. Miolas iriemei. Miniovaslui.” Marcy bit her lip as the little creature stood and apparently took their limited communication attempts as a go-ahead to start babbling again, word vomiting in a clearly anxious tone.

“Okay, okay,” said Marcy, waving her hands, and it clamped its mouth shut. “Uh...sorry. Marcy. Ardo.” She moved her hands from herself to it. “Nice to meet you. Sorry, I can’t really...Oh, how about this.”

She took a step away, watching out of the corner of her eye to make sure it didn’t run off the edge of the counter again. It stood watching her, hands kneading the air.

She turned towards the whiteboard and uncapped a marker. She made sure it was watching her, then created to the best of her very limited artistic abilities, a drawing of a little person with wings, lying down on the ground. She erased part of the left wing and drew the ragged edge.

“Ardo,” she said, pointing to it.

It nodded, gesturing to itself. “Ardo.” It pointed to her and said “Marcy?” this time its tone questioning, as though to say Haven’t we established this already?

Marcy turned back towards the board and used the marker to draw a new circle on the broken wing, overlaying what she hoped would communicate the outline of a new wing overtop of the ripped one. “Fix?” she said.

“Fix?” it said.

She held her arms out and moved them up and down, hoping to give the impression of flying. It gently wafted its wings, watching her, a tiny look of hope dawning on its face.

She used the marker to draw an arrow pointing downwards, like a motion line, towards the drawing of the person lying on the floor. The little creature slowly knelt, then lowered itself down and lay on its stomach, wings upwards.

Marcy was absolutely delighted her attempts to communicate had been going so well, but the excitement started to fade as she realized she wasn’t sure how to make good on her promise of fixing the wing, if it had understood that's what she'd meant. Her eyes wandered over to the insect display…

The mantis was the biggest one, and its wings were about the same size as those of her little friend here...could she…?

They had body-safe glue in the lab, and it was pretty strong stuff. Could it…?

Could it be that simple…?

It lifted its head slightly to watch with apprehensive eyes as she uncorked the mantis from the board and brought it over, setting it on the table. Very, very gently, as delicately as she could, she snapped the mantis’s wing off at the joint where it was connected at the abdomen.

She grabbed a pair of self-closing forceps and moved them over towards it--Ardo, she supposed, she should start thinking of it as, since that was its name...Their name?

She opened the forceps and maneuvered it around Ardo’s wing.

Their body started to shake again, and they put their head down onto the back of their hands splayed flat against the table. “It’s okay,” she said, gently rubbing their back between the wings. “I promise it’s OK. I’ll be gentle.”

“Gentle.”

“Yes, gentle.”

She closed the forceps and lowered them onto the table, securing the wing in place. Ardo flinched as Marcy put the glue bottle down on the table, seeming like they were starting to regret letting her do this. “Gentle.”

“I’ll be gentle.”

“Marcy?”

“It’s okay.” She eyed the ragged edge of the wing. Was the wing innervated? How much did it hurt? She imagined it was going to be hard to secure all those loose ribbons of what remained to a new wing. Could she maybe...trim it? Would that be tolerable or not? Would that be more akin to trimming fingernails or performing surgery on someone while awake?

She reached for the scissors. Ardo exploded into a hysterical onslaught of pleas, begging so intensely Marcy didn’t need to know the translation to know what they were saying.

“Okay,” she said, closing the scissors, putting them down and sliding them far away. She put her hands up to show they were empty. “Okay, don’t worry, see? It’s okay.”

“Gentle,” they said, voice trembling.

She picked up a pair of tweezers, the dullest ones she had so they wouldn’t pinch, and a dull poker with an edge the size of a toothpick. She rolled a chair over and sat, leaning over him and starting to feather-light pick at the edges of the wing with a dexterous hand.

“This is probably going to take a while,” she said. “But it’s okay. I’ll do my best.”

Marcy started by using the glue to secure the base of the mantis wing to the base of Ardo’s wing, delicately drizzling the glue onto the mantis wing and maneuvering it onto Ardo with the tweezers. She moved the self-closing forceps to clamp them together, waiting for them to dry a bit before continuing. Ardo’s body was stiff, probably with nerves, but he wasn’t making any noises of pain, so she continued cautiously.

Next she slowly worked her way up the wing, spreading the glue with an even hand and pressing them together, clamping them to dry.

The evening started to wear on as she worked, determined to do it slowly and right, but feeling her eyes start to get heavy.

She reached the top of the wing, where the shredded edges were. It really would be a lot easier to secure the wings together properly if there were a smooth edge and not a lot of leftover damaged tissue there. Could she…?

She quietly moved her hand to the drawer, opening it and retrieving the smaller pair of scissors there, moving them up and behind Ardo so they couldn’t see them.

She tried to steady her hands and moved the scissors onto the wing, moving so slowly it was barely visible.

Ardo gave a whine of pain as the scissors grazed the wing, biting their hand, and Marcy withdrew the tool immediately and stowed it back in the drawer. “Sorry, I’m sorry, I thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt and earlier you were just scared-”

Ardo lay there miserably.

“We’re almost done. Don’t worry.” She dabbled some more glue on the mantis wing, spreading it around, and gingerly moved the threads of the damaged wing onto it, pressing as lightly as she could. Ardo squirmed a bit, whimpering. “We’re almost done. You’re doing great.”

She pressed the final bits together, so Ardo’s wing was entirely connected to the mantis wing, and while it dried she worked on securing the base of the mantis wing to the skin on their back next to the base of their own wing as best as she could.

She removed the clamp. “Okay, I think we’re done.”

She moved her hand down, pinching their little hand between her thumb and forefinger and helping them stand up. They looked back at their wing, moving it experimentally.

“How does that feel?”

She removed her hands and let Ardo walk around, flapping gently. They reached the edge of the table.

“Maybe let’s take it slow, okay?” she said, getting up. “And not jump-”

He jumped, up into the air, wings whirring into action. Her fix seemed to work a little too well, because he rocketed up and away from her, through her hands, and into the corner of the room.

“Please come down,” Marcy said, opening her hands. “Come here?”

Her heart sank as she watched the little creature dart away and into the ventilation duct, wriggling between the grate and the wall, disappearing.

“.....Ah.”

She dropped back into her chair, exhaustedly looking at the clock. It was 11:35pm. She wasn’t any closer to finishing her thesis. Now without the proof directly in front of her, it was easy to think that maybe she had just hallucinated the past few hours.

She looked at the grate. It looked just barely big enough to get her hand partway into it. She had no idea how she could even possibly start finding a tiny person in there, or coaxing it out.

She wanted to go home. She’d been up since 5AM. She collected her coat, her bag, and her keys, and locked the door behind her. She hoped that little creature also found its way home, wherever home was for creatures like that.

#giant/tiny #gt #gianttiny #fairy #my writing #fearplay #angst #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #my original writing

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vemuabhi · 3 years

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Hello vemuabhi-chwannn!!, This is my first request ever, if you don't mind i would like to have a scenario/Hc whatever makes you comfortable with Sanji X fem.reader where he learns about her having Conqueror's haki, and discovers it during a battle with some enimes where maybe He gets injured or all of the Strawhats along with him are in a serious situation which leads the reader to use it in order to save either Sanji or all of them( i will leave this to your amazing imagination) you can make it a bit Agnst and too fluffy ( i live for a fluffy Sanji), I hope i did the request in the right way and gomen for being so long☺️ I hope you have a nice day

Hello Yui! Thanks for requesting! I made slight changes to make it even more suitable for the story of one piece. I hope you like it. I too Love Fluffy Sanji butthe boy is so perfect for angst, i just dont know why.

This scenario takes place in the Sabaody Arc.

Sanji X Fem!Reader

It’s a mixture of Angst and then happy ending. Kinda suggestive in the end. I hope you like it.

You were panting as you placed your arms on your knees. You looked up and saw one of the “Shichibukai” that you all just beat together. That was none other than Bartholomew Kuma. Or so you thought… everyone was exhausted and were barely having any energy left.

Especially, Zoro was much more wounded from the previous battle in Thriller Bark but still held strong. ‘How was he even able to stand with all these wounds when I am having this much pain with just one wound on my leg’, you thought. Suddenly you felt someone place their arm on your shoulder. You looked up and met the blue-grey eyes of your boyfriend. He gave you a small smile which you also returned. You both got together after the fight in Thriller Bark, so it’s been a couple of weeks since you both started to go out.

Sanji crouched down to look at your leg and said, “I’ll make sure Chopper treats you as soon as we get on Sunny”, he ended as he tied a cloth to your wound to stop bleeding. Then he went to Nami and Robin chan to see how they were doing. You didn’t mind his appreciative and caring nature towards other women. It’s just the way he was and you know he won’t change.

That was when you heard someone and you looked in that direction… the exact same Shichibukai, with many marines surrounding him and the captain of Science Patrol Sentoumaru. He had a huge axe in his hand and was wearing Red clothes...

There was no way you all could beat Bartholomew Kuma again. You looked towards Robin chan who was beside you. You knew she was thinking the same.

“Oh no… they just keep coming”, Said Sanji.

“If we just stay here, someone we will die”, said zoro sending chills down your spine, he continued, “It’s going to be just matter of minutes before admirals come. It’s better to run away”, he ended… ‘Did Zoro just say to run?’ you knew the situation was severe but when Zoro himself said it and you got goose bumps just thinking of an admiral. The next thing completely broke you.

“Yeah…”, said Luffy… everyone’s eyes widened in surprise as they heard Luffy.

“Let’s run away from here”, you trembled with fear when your never giving up captain said these words. He continued, “We can’t stay together… we’ll split up and escape and meet in three days at sunny”, he ended. Your legs were shaking with fear and you could feel your heartbeat increase. ‘I don’t want them to get hurt. Atleast they should escape... Please… help us’, you prayed. This was the instance your control snapped for the first time… A tear slid down your cheek. That was when you felt something in you. It was as if there was a power inside you. You didn’t know what happened but the next thing you saw was that all the marines were on the ground… unconscious… ‘What was that? What happened? Was it… me who did this?’, your eyes widened as you were lost in thoughts.

You got pulled back to reality when you felt Sanji shaking you vigorously. You looked at him. His eyes were filled with worry, confusion, doubts but… he didn’t ask you anything. He saw how you were terrified of what was in front of you. You saw the pale faces of your other nakama. ‘Were they now scared of you?’ your thoughts still didn’t leave you.

Sanji just took your hand and started to run as the others also did. You both were running with Franky and Nami. At times like this Sanji would swoon or say things like he’d protect the ladies, but he was quiet. All the crew members were quiet for a couple of minutes.

“Y/N, what did you do?”, asked Ussop as he ran behind Zoro. You knew everyone wanted to ask this but were being silent just because of the way your eyes looked. But you yourself weren’t sure what it was.

“I… I don’t know”, you admitted as your breathing became uneven. You looked down…. you didn’t want your crew to be scared of you. You only had them. They were your only friends… Nothing could stop your negative thoughts until you heard someone.

“Thank you Y/N. You saved us”, spoke your captain. It was all you need to be assured that you were still one of them. You wanted to thank but suddenly with a loud thud the same PX-1 Kuma appeared before you. You looked towards Luffy as Nami was trying to sacrifice Franky to Kuma’s beam. Luffy was faced with Sentoumaru and without even touching Luffy, he made him to crash onto a boulder. “What the hell?! How did he do that?”, you said as you still had your eyes on Luffy.

“Seems like you people have a conqueror haki user”, Sentoumaru said. ‘Haki? What is it’, you thought.

“Y/N…It’s… It’s similar to what you did before”, said Nami. ‘Similar to what I did before?’, you weren’t even able to process your thoughts because of the person you saw in front of Zoro. It was the navy admiral Kizaru. Everything after that was happening so quickly. Kizaru about to just kill Zoro and then like a ray of hope the silver haired man saved Zoro. Luffy shouting orders to escape with so much pain his voice. You all ran in an attempt to escape. That was when you noticed… Sanji still didn’t let your hand go... And you was also gripping it tightly. Just when you thought we can get out of the place, you saw PX-1 heading towards Zoro. You knew Sanji also noticed it. You let your hands go.

“FRANKY! TAKE CARE OF NAMI SAN AND Y/N CHAN”, Sanji said as he went after Zoro.

“Sanji kun!”, Nami shouted.

“He is going towards Ussop and Brook”, Franky replied.

“He can take care of them, keep running Nami”, you said to Nami as she nodded back at you. But you couldn’t help not to see what was happening. The thing you saw made you to stop in your tracks.

“Y/N! DON’T STOP”, Nami yelled. You started to run towards Sanji as you saw him kick the PX-1 but fell on his knees. Then PX-1 was aiming for Sanji. He was about to shoot him.

“NO! SANJI!”, you screamed. Then again you feel that same feeling you felt before. Your eyes widened and PX-1 was thrown away for a few miles. ‘What is this?’, you thought as you started to run again.

“USSOP RUN!”, you shouted as you were still going towards Sanji.

“NO DON’T COME HERE”, Sanji warned but you didn’t stop running. Then the next sight you saw… took away all your senses. PX-1 came back in one moment and took Sanji by his collar. You weren’t running as fast as you could because of the wound on your leg. You looked with terror in your eyes as Sanji was shot with the powerful beam.

You were late… Just when chopper got into his monster point you used your new found power. You weren’t having it. You weren’t having it…. you jumped up with your new power and punched the PX-1 in the face. You hit PX-1 again and again with your new power. Your vision got blurry because of your tears as you kicked him but it missed. Taking this chance he punched you in the stomach. Due to that impact you fell on your back near a tree.

“Y/N…”, Sanji tried to let out his voice but no one could hear it.

The pain on your leg you didn’t feel for a while came back with much, much more intensity. Your hands and legs gave out as you screamed in pain. You couldn’t move.

“Y/N!!!!!”, Ussop shouted with worry. PX-1 was ready to fire another beam but was stopped.

Suddenly out of nowhere appeared Kuma. You knew it was the real Kuma. Zoro tried to stand so you thought, ‘You shouldn’t give up yet’. You were trying to stand. And in front of your eyes Zoro… just vanished. You heard your friends scream. You got up with all of your remaining strength. Now kuma was going for brook. ‘No Brook!’, you thought and started to walk towards them as you saw Brook vanish. ‘Where did they go? Are they even alive?’, you thought. You saw Kuma was heading towards Ussop. “NO USSOP! GET AWAY!”, you shouted as you pushed Ussop to the side. You looked up and the last you saw was Sanji looking at you with the most horrified look on his face…

3D2Y

“Oh~ Sanji Kyun I never thought you loved one girl, I can’t even imagine it.”, said the pink hair okama friend of Sanji as he was heading back to Sabaody. Sanji lit his cigarette and glared as he said, “Of course I can. She is waiting for me”, he smoked a puff as he leaned back to the railing of the ship and continued, “I actually don’t understand… She is the first person to like me so she is definitely crazy.”

Sanji chuckled and added, “She doesn’t even care if her life is in danger and tries to save our crew. She has the conqueror haki, so she is damn Cool!”, he smiled proudly talking about his girlfriend. He ran his slender fingers through his golden locks as he said, “She has that confidence in her which makes her 10 times sexier than she already is.”

All the okama friends of Sanji were looking at him with a smile on their face. He closed his eyes and said, “She is the actual definition of Crazy, Sexy, Cool”, he said with a satisfied smile on his face as he remembered his girlfriend.

Sanji opened his eyes and saw his Okama friends who were smiling at him and were starting to tease him by saying, “Awww Sanji kyun~ you look so cute when you blush”.

He kicked them and shouted, “SHUT IT YOU JERKS!”, he walked into the ship as he tried to hide his blush.

XOXOXOXOXO

“VIVA SABAODY! Y/N WHERE ARE YOU??”, Sanji shouted as he made his way towards Sunny.

As soon as he saw Nami and Robin chan he got a huge nose bleed.

“OH NO SANJI”, exclaimed Chopper as he rushed towards the nosebleed cook.

“Baka”, Sanji’s ears perked up to that familiar voice.

“Oh! Y/N!”, said Zoro as Sanji got up quickly and turned around to see you. As you became more powerful your confidence levels had increased.

Sanji just stared at you without even greeting you. You were the girl he wanted to see the most. You were the girl who made him smile and the one who worried him the most. You walked towards him and stood in front of him. Your hands gently brushed his golden hair.

“This is not fair. You became more handsome”, you said as you smiled at him. He could hear his heartbeat getting faster. He didn’t notice he was having a nosebleed until you wiped it with your hanky. ‘What the hell… she is my girlfriend… why the hell am I nervous?’, he thought.

“So I see you didn’t change completely”, you say as you take your hands in his and move closer to him and placed your arms around him.

“Baka… if you lose that much blood you’ll die”, you said as you hugged him which he returned back.

“I…I missed you”, he whispered as he takes a deep breath. He could smell your sweet perfume. Oh how he missed that.

Then you all started your journey to the Mermaid Island. Sanji finished making food and left the rowdy gang to eat as he went to look for you. There you were looking at the old photos on the walls of the room. Remembering all your moments together.

"Its been two years", sanji said as he slid his hands around your waist as he hugged you from behind in the your shared room of sunny.

"I know. I... I missed you too", you replied and placed one of your hands on his soft hair and the other on his hands. He sighed and nuzzled your neck.

"I knew you were strong and you could take care of yourself but...I couldn't help but worry about you", he whispered in your ear as he ran his nose along your soft neck, sending shivers up and down your spine. He knew how to make you crave him. He turned you around and looked into your eyes, he then slowly averted his gaze towards your lips and then again to your eyes. You placed your arms around his neck. You knew he craved for you. His face was just inches away from you and his hands still around your waist. His blue-grey eye were shimmering. You tilted your head as he closed the gap between you two. His soft lips met yours.

One of his hand slid over to the back of your neck to pull you even closer as if that was even possible. Your heartbeat was increasing. His other hand was sliding up and down your back. While your fingers ran through his golden locks. He tilted his face again to deepen the kiss. You were starting losing strength in your knees. He gently nibbled your lower lip and then he pressed his tongue into your mouth. He tasted like coffee and nicotine. It actually suited him a lot

His hand moved up to your hair and stroked it passionately. Oh how much you missed this feeling, his gentle touch, soft lips and.... mostly.... him. You both pulled apart as you gasped for air.

As you looked up at him, he smiled gently as he ran his thumb across your cheekbone and again kissed you. This time your knees gave out but Sanji caught you in the right time. You both were apart for two years and he couldn't wait anymore. He wasn't ready to leave you yet. You both were apart for two years and he couldn't wait anymore. He grabbed the back your thighs and picked you up easily, making you squeal in surprise and hold him even tighter. He broke the kiss and grinned as he looked at you with half open eyes.

"Not yet love, not yet", he said, clearly indication how desperate he was. Well you would be lying if you said you weren't. Your face grew redder as you nodded. He smirked as he carried you and said, "Good girl".

#sanji #black leg sanji #sanji x reader #sanjixreader #sanji vinsmoke #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #kuroashi no sanji #sanjionepiece #sanji one piece #sanji scenario #sanji imagine #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #one piece strawhats #one piece imagine #one piece sanji

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faebriel · 2 years

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ooo? good omens inspired au? who would be the demons and who would be the angels? also yeah ranboo has very newt vibes.

okay so ngl originally i was thinking about the few c!clingyduo gomens aus i have seen and they tend to put tommy as the angel who is in fact rowdy and unangellike and tubbo as the demon, which makes sense given their chicken + ender dragon associations in fandom. HOWEVER i lean towards the inverse especially for tommy bc like yes on the surface he is rowdy and mean. would fit right into the demon pack. but he has a heart of gold that doesn't go away and THAT i think fits the idea of gomens really really well. also like thinking back to the book imagining tommy doing crowley things is fun. he would SO be the one who fusses over the dead dove after it accidentally dies in the magic trick scene and he would so waltz up to a meeting with his demonic superiors talking about all the misery and destruction they caused and be like well 😌 i rerouted the highway to get everyone stuck in traffic this morning pretty evil don't you think

beyond that tho i don’t really know about the rest of the cast. or how many direct roles i'd want to include even bc i think good omens is something you can make a story out of inspired by the themes/ideas as well (hence my rambling above). here are the options maybe i was thinking

tommy as the demon with a heart of gold and tubbo as the angel who is a bit less lovely than first appears; classic edition

tommy as the demon again but wilbur as the angel bc 1. crimeboys and 2. crimeboys

toss all that out and have phil as the angel with sideways morals and techno as the demon with a heart of gold, and then have maybe like benchtrio as the them with more of an emphasis on found family and things - this is partly bc of the increased found family angle and partly bc i can See tubbo saying "i believe in peace, bitch"

#asks #gomens.......god. pivotal book of my teens #ANYWAY i think like au wise with gomens it is easier to go off vibes and themes hence these here.#but with more found family instead of like the Separate Team shenanigans bc while that works well for the book it would be less satisfying #of a story to write w these characters #idk! idk im very indecisive on those three options tho

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khiroptera · 4 years

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Do you have any fic recs? Smut preferably? If not it cool

this anon asked so long ago but i took forever bc i had to finish reading stuff! i feel like a librarian (in a good way). which speaking of librarians, have you pals checked out @aziraphales-library bc they got lots of fic recs over there too! never go a day without some peer-reviewed gomens fics LMAO

anyway, smutty fics ahead! heavy sexual content!! under a cut this time bc there’s quite a few in here.

first, some links to carsextober fics because they were fun as fuck and i want to make sure everyone reads them! they’re all different flavors of sex in the bentley:

I’ll Be Wrapped Around Your Finger by @soft-october-night – fluffy, humorous take, established relationship, outsider POV, implied sex, everyone in soho ships them

and in this way their love rewrites the universe by @letmetemptyou – fluffy, established relationship, very romantic, lots of cute build-up, explicit sex, i’m dead they’re so in love

as certain dark things by @drawlight – lots of pining and desperate longing, quiet sexual tension, first time, explicit sex, switching, killed me with yearning omfg

you hit the spot by @weatheredlaw – oops they got stuck in the car, established relationship, seriously filthy, marathon sex, no refractory period, this poor bentley lol

and then some other very good, non-thematic fics (all explicit)!

tar was dripping from his brush by @chrononautintraining – crowley and aziraphale hold hands on a park bench for three days straight when aziraphale realizes “oh he might be willing to have sex with me.” it’s a first time fic but they’re both really playful and comfortable with themselves and each other! i like a little giggly happiness with my smut, A+

blame it on my juice, baby! by @areyougonnabe – it’s a fake love potion fic (the tag ”fun with the placebo effect” should tell you everything lol). these fools fall for a little prank and end up revealing everything to each other. emotionally, and physically. omg they’re such soft fools…. i love them so much 😭

until you say it out loud by @areyougonnabe – yeah ANOTHER one of theirs, because hhhhhhfhfhf. this one, oh my god. this is a very wound up, nervous kind of crowley, and an aziraphale who does such a good job of taking care of him and showing him he’s loved. with sex, of course. 😘

The Sharper Edge by @spockazilla – aziraphale appreciates crowley’s more demonic traits. very short and sweet and cute with just a bit of smut tbh, but i had to put it on here because (despite being a monsterfucker myself) i’m not always into the husbands having like, eldritch appearances. this is just some light stuff, like crowley getting some claws, and i like it a lot! ❤

to steal light from dawn by @focusfixated – crowley wants aziraphale to decide when he gets to finish, as it were. problem is, crowley wasn’t exactly clear about what he wants. i won’t lie, this gets feelsy and kind of sad thanks to miscommunication issues, but they work it out beautifully by the end and it’s very very satisfying, emotionally. also satisfying in other ways too, bc the porn is real nice!! 👌👌👌

When in Rome by @reserve – i read this a good few months ago and it stuck with me. the husbands are both present at an orgy and they get handsy with each other. very sexy, with hints of pining and crowley very obviously being in love already. not gonna lie, the end is kinda sad but it’s mostly to keep the story canon-compliant – it does take place in rome, so there’s still 2000 years for them (mostly aziraphale) to get their shit together 😏

These Captive Stars by @darlingred1 – i didn’t think i was into thigh-fucking. turns out i am into thigh-fucking, at least as far as this story is concerned. so yeah it’s pretty hot, but also very loving and sweet from aziraphale’s POV, how much he wants crowley to know he loves and trusts him 😭 11/10 i love it

#mail #fic recs #good omens #ineffable husbands #also guess who learned how to use emojis on desktop #yes i really took that long to figure it out #i can't be stopped now #i only know how to communicate my feelings via way too many emojis and constant misuse of 'lol' and 'lmao'#i'm going off on a tangent ANYWAY ENJOY READING SMUTS #this isn't even all the good smuts i've read lately but come on i gotta save some for future rec lists right?

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nihongomoji · 4 years

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Inuyasha Japanese Words and Phrases

Higurashi Jinja

The "Higurashi Shrine." The name of the shrine Kagome and her family live at.

Hone Kui no Ido

The name of the "bone-eaters well" that is the portal between Kagome's and Inuyasha's worlds. It is part of the Higurashi Jinja.

Sengoku Jidai

The name of Inuyasha's world. "The Warring Period" or "Fudal Japan"

Shikon no Tama

The name of the jewel that Kikyo protected. It gives youkai more power, and can destroy them at the same time.

Shikon no Kakera

The pieces of the Shikon no Tama that Kagome and Inuyasha are searching for. If a youkai gets ahold of one piece, their powers increase.

Youkai

A "monster/demon". Sengoku Jidai is filled with them. Inuyasha's father was a demon, and Fluffy is one.

Hanyou

A half demon. Inuyasha is a hanyou.

Youryoku

Demon strength. Sometimes this is the reason humans go after the Shikon no Tama/Kakera

Shingetsu

The new moon, when Inuyasha turns into a human.

Tessaiga

The name of Inuyasha's sword. It belonged to his father, and usually changes from a rusty, old sword to a powerful one. Though sometimes it fails, like when Inuyasha is in human form. But in English it is known Tetsusaiga.

Hijinkessou

The name of Inuyasha's attack where he uses his own blood. (Blades of Blood)

Sankontessou

A name of one of Inuyasha's attacks. (Iron Revert Soul Shater)

Kitsunebi

The name of Shippou's attack. (Fox Fire)

Kazaana

An "empty hole", the name of the "black hole" like object in Miroku's hand.

Hiraikotsu

The name of Sango's attack, using her boomerang-like weapon.

Shinidamachuu

Name of the serpent like creatures that take and carry souls of the living to Kikyou.

Saimyoushou

Name of the poisonous flying insects of Naraku's. If they enter Miroku's Kazaana, they'll poison him.

Kaze no Kizu

Name of Inuyasha's attack where he "finds" the scent of the wind, and uses the Tetsusaiga to do some powerful damage.

Tenseiga

Name of Sesshoumaru's Sword, which can only be used to save others. Osuwari

This is all Kagome has to say to make Inu-Yasha's head ran into the ground. This happens because of the Prayer-Beads around his neck.

Sankontessou

ai - love

ai shiteru - I love you

anata - you (commonly used)

ano - well... (Kagome uses this a lot)

are - (ah-reh) Huh?

arigato - thank you

arigatougouzaimasu - thank you very much (much more polite)

atashi - me (female version)

baka - idiot/stupid/moron (who doesn't know this word?)

bishoujo - pretty girl (for instance, Sango)

bishounen - pretty boy (for instance, Sesshoumaru)

boku - me/I (used by males and pretty informal)

chibi - little, small

chikuso - dammit

chotto - a little

chuu-gakkou - middle school

daijoubu - in question form it means, "Are you ok". Just said out as a statement means "I'm fine."

dame - bad, no good

demo - but

fuku - uniform. Like Kagome's school clothes.

gakkou - school

gakkousei - student

genki - energy, healthy, happy, entergetic

gomen - I'm sorry. Gomen nasai means I'm very sorry.

hai - yeah, yes, ok

Hanyou - (Han-yoh) Han = half, You = demon. So, half-demon. In this case, Inuyasha is a hanyou because his father was a youkai and his mother was a human.

hentai - pervert

hime - princess

hokora - small shrine. Such as the one that the Bone Gobbling well is concealed in.

houshi - monk. Miroku's a houshi, though a perverted one at that.

iie - no

inu - dog

Inuyasha - Inu = dog, Yasha = Demon, so "Dog-demon". The kanji breakdown of his name translate to "Dog Night Wars/Gang" according to a Japanese woman who I had the pleasure of talking to in Tsukuba City, Japan. (Of course I had to ask her about Inuyasha. ^_^)

itai - owch

ja ne - or just plain out 'ja' mean 'see you later'

jigoku - hell

Kagome - A song for children that many Japanese people know. Besides being the heroine's name, there was some meaning behind it, actually.

Kami - God. Kami-Sama would be talking about god, or some very high ranking person, such as an emperor.

kappa - water demon

katana - Japanese samurai styled sword

kawaii - cute

kaze - wind

ki - spirit, energy

kimi - you (male form to close friends or children)

kisama - you (very insulting) Inuyasha uses this a lot when talking to enemies or just in general since he is a potty mouth.

kitsune - fox. Shippou is a kitsune youkai or fox demon.

Kokoro - Spirit, love, heart, soul. Various meanings, but all have to do with spirit.

konnichi wa - hello

kunoichi - female ninja

mamouru - to protect

mamotte ageru - I'll protect you.

matte - Stop! (male)

miko - priestess (What Kikyou is)

minna - everyone

mou - sign of exasperation, like sighing

nani - what?

Ningen - Human

ohayo - good morning

oi! - hey! (male) Inuyasha uses this a lot

oji - prince

ojo - princess

onegai - please?

Oni - Devil

onna - woman

ore - me (rude)

oswari - sit! (dog style, go figure) This is used to subdue Inuyasha by Kagome.

otoko - male, guy, man

otoko no ko - boy (Kagome first calls Inuyasha this when she first discovers him)

otou-san - father

owari - the end

sake - wine

Sengoku Jidai - age of warring states. Era where Inuyasha lives

senpai - upperclassmen

Shikon no Tama - Jewel of Four Souls or the Four Souled Jewel. In this story, the jewel contains four spirits of the world and was created by a priestess named Midoriko who lived long before even Inuyasha's time. This is a powerful jewel that can grant anyone strength.

shin-e - die

Shouki - evil aura given off by youkai

Shoujo - General word for girl

Shounen - General word for boy

sora - sky

sugoi - cool! awesome!

sumimasen - I'm sorry, please excuse me.

Tai - As in taiyoukai. Tai means ultimate, surpreme, or great. So, taiyoukai would mean "Great Demon" which is what Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru's father was.

tamashi - life

tetsusaiga - Inuyasha's sword that was left behind for him from his father. It transforms into a large fang when it is held by someone who wishes to protect Humans and can only work with Inuyasha. When it's not transformed, it appears as a rusty old katana.

ursai - shut up (Inuyasha says this to Kagome a lot)

uso - a lie

wakaru - I understand.

watashi - I (polite)

watashi wa - I am

yamero - stop it!

yarou - bastard (used towards males)

Youkai - Means "demon" in this sense. The word "you" translates to demon, but the real meaning behind 'youkai' is 'bewitching apparition' which include demons, monsters, goblins, and ghouls. Obake and bakemono mean the same thing as youkai and are other words frequently used for spirits.

yume - dream

zettai - never

*Name Suffixes*

-chan - Used between friends or with someone younger than you. Generally a very friendly suffix such as "Shippou-chan" as Kagome calls Shippou. Used between boyfriends and girlfriends.

-kun - Generally used for males, but can be used for females too. Someone who's close to you as a friend. Kagome calls Kouga "Kouga-kun" to show how she's friendly with him.

-san - Polite and formal. Used for someone at the same position as you or higher. You would use this with strangers if you didn't know them well. It basically means "Ms, Miss, Mr., or Mrs." Miroku calls Kagome "Kagome-san" out of respect.

-dono - Not frequently used in this anime, but in others, like Rurouni Kenshin. Indicates respect and is very polite.

-sama - Very high respect. Used when speaking about gods or someone like an emperor or king. In this case, Kikyou is called "Kikyou-sama" by the villagers that she lived with.

-sensei - Originally means "born earlier than me". Usually used towards your master, teacher, or someone wise in the literature and art. You would call your school teacher by this suffix.

onee-chan/san/sama - what you would call your sister. Souta calls Kagome "Kagome onee-chan". Kaede calls Kikyou "Kikyou onee-sama".

onii-chan/san/sama - what you would call your brother. Souta calls Inuyasha Inu-no-oniichan or the "Dog-eared brother".

jii-chan/san/sama - grandfather. Kagome calls her grandfather "Jii-chan"

#confuzzered.tripod #inuyasha #word #phrases

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hiyorisarugaki · 4 years

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO.

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated? YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO (essentially could’ve still been trained by other visored) / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO.

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

How strictly do you follow canon? —I try my best! I am still not really caught up on bleach. I stopped reading/watching after the Winter War, so I’m literally winging it with any other developments and posts. I am living my life with spoilers~!

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals. — Hiyori has a very pure mind. Pure in the sense that she’s as straight as an arrow. What you see is what you get. She speaks/blurts out everything she feels. And if she doesn’t say it, you can still see it. Every emotion is written straight on her face. She could never really make a good liar and to that end-- if she is your friend, you know she’s really your friend. She’s the type that’ll treat your life as more valuable than her own. She’ll do everything in her power to protect you. Even if you are losing your mind or your sense of self, she will never stop being your friend. Loyal and comically tsundere at times, it’s almost like whiplash keeping up with her topsy-turvy emotions. But if you can, you will definitely be rewarded with someone strong, fearless and unflinchingly loyal at your side. Someone who will fight all your battles for you, no matter how impossible the odds appear.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?). — I think most people agree that she is very violent. She hits people and her friends that do not actually deserve it. She never uses proportional force and it’s obvious that she has a multitude of issues that she has but never bothers to fix. She’s reliant on her friends to make her appear better than she is, because on her own, she would just be a violent goblin. But with her friends, she’s actually Hiyori. So in a sense, Hiyori has no actual sense of self without other people’s loyalty to her.

In addition, she’s not at all traditionally attractive like a normal bleach female. She’s mean and ugly and angry and easily triggered and most of the fandom think it was a cop-out to have her survive her bifurcation.

What inspired you to rp your muse? — Uhm... I always wanted to rp one of the visored. I loved their story the most- outcasts among the shinigami, hollow and humans. They were outsiders and their story feels the saddest to me. They are victims of a crime and yet, they do not behave like typical victims. They are all so vibrant (sorta!) and I love that about them. I also wanted to pick up a character that was uhh... violent? XD I have never written someone who was the complete opposite of me. I suppose it was to challenge myself. To rp someone who is always controversial and yet, still retain interactions.

What keeps your inspiration going? — I’ve really grown to adore Hiyori over the past year of rping her. I’ve always loved shiyori and have also managed to develop an amazing ship with @hirako5hinji and I love all their threads. I keep having so many new ideas and AUs for these two that I wish there were more hours in the day! I also love to develop different friendships with Hiyori. Her interactions with people that are shinigami, human and hollow- and how she perceives them in her mind with her blatant prejudice verses her actual nature of wanting connections... it’s such a good balancing act. ;u;

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO ( I wish I was caught up on bleach!).

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO.

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO. (Very rarely, but if I happen to think of a little scene or my writing muse is strong, I’ll do one. But I prefer interactions!)

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO. (Lmao, all day everyday I watch shows or outfits or have food and I’m always wondering what Hiyori might think of this XD.)

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO. (I’m still considered a bit new to the bleach fandom. Everyone has their worries!)

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO. (some replies I’m like wow and others I’m like why?)

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO. (gomen)

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal? — I do. I’m too old to worry about other people not liking my portrayal, but if they have something that they have an issue with or think I’m doing something totally wrong because I missed something in the manga- then I will accept it and incorporate it. =u= / I’m just winging it really and having fun!

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character? — Oh wow! I love those questions. It always makes me think and explore more cracks and crevices about my character and her feelings regarding such issues. I also love questions that eventually lead to a new headcanon for my character too! c:

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why? — Yeah, I love talking about Hiyori. Even if you’re disagreeing with me, I’ll love to hear it! TALK TO ME ;u;

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it? — Uhm... not sure? I think if they don’t like it then I hope they can unfollow me! I don’t want them to think this is wildly ooc and ruining the characterisation of Hiyori for them. ; - ; I would feel a little bad, but not bad enough to change my portrayal completely. Everyone has their own interpretation of a character and not everyone will have the same views or thoughts on it.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it? — Most people don’t really like Hiyori anyway so I’m chill as long as I got interactions. xD

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors? — Yes. Lol, I rush when writing and uhm, I’m the type that rarely edits my work until AFTER I post it. Both mun and muse are reckless and charge in blind then realise the damage after the thing has been done. orz

Do you think you are easy going as a mun? — Yeah. I have no energy to develop any conflicts with anyone lmao! I just love to rp and I actually enjoy reading nearly everyone’s threads. I wish I had the time to go through the entire dash and read every interaction, but now I limit my reading of the dash to when I’m online or if I love a thread and follow the replies. : > I love rping and I hope you guys have as much fun as me!!

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

Tagged by: @meishutori @bleachintothemultiverse -thank you both! Tagging: @strcngered @praedulcis--helianthus @skyvar @ilusionis @nicetryshyguy @niopham &anyone else!

#memes #meme replies

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moeruhoshi · 5 years

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getting ready for school so here we go again

I’ve been working on this idea for a while, this is just a rough sketch of an AU I lowkey wanna turn into a multi-chap

Lucy sighed for the umpteenth time as she stared out the window, her mind in another place as the teacher drawled on with the lesson. She found herself zoning out like this often, not because she was under a lot of stress or anything, even though it was her senior year.

Besides, Macao-sensei really knew how to talk about one particular fact for twenty long minutes; most of the class was either avoiding his gaze or finding themselves daydreaming at this point.

It had been about four or so months since the school year started and the foolish, idiotic men of Magnolia High still had an annoying pact set in stone, preventing anyone from asking Lucy Heartfilia out.

Who the hell were they to decide who she would date or not?! And what the hell were they planning to do when Lucy actually started dating someone?

The whole bullshit system practically began as soon as she took her first steps onto campus by a group of third years, and the baton had been passed on ever since. Lucy had yet to find out who was at the center of this weird fan group, but they’d face a world of hurt for ruining her high school life like this.

Not that Lucy had especially wanted a boyfriend, wasn’t it just one of those things a girl wanted to experience at least once with someone before college? Lucy had grown up reading a lot of romantic stories that had her wishing to meet someone who wanted to hold and cherish her for something more than her looks.

Lucy blushed at the thought, but she was a grown woman! Some things couldn’t be solved by reading one of Erza’s novels, no matter how many the blonde was given. Although Lucy was pretty sure she was just shoving them onto her so Jellal wouldn’t find out that Erza had such an extensive collection.

She thought she would be quick to accept her first confession, as long as whoever gave it to her had good intentions. If he was smart enough to ignore this shitty pact then, wouldn’t he be a good person to date? It felt like asking too much for him to be a good looking guy that was slightly muscular and had sharp eyes like a warrior…maybe a bit possessive...Lucy blamed Erza for creating such weird standards held in her heart. But any girl would be excited if a pretty boy were to confess his love for her;

“E-E-Eh…?! Y-You’d really want someone like me…?” She flushes as he takes her hand, eyes earnest and unwavering.

“I’ve loved you for a long time...please...You’re the only one for me,” He pulls her close to his chest as he wraps his arms around her and declares that he’ll never let her go.

Something like that seemed a bit dramatic but so what? It was hard for a guy to even befriend her since the rumor being spread that she was supposedly some perfect angel with an incredibly high standard for friends and men.

Lucy wasn’t anything special, she felt that she was your average teenage girl that had a knack for cooking, studying, and was weak for the occasional visit to a cute café. Lucy and her friends had known each other since primary school, but it wasn’t like we weren’t looking for new additions to their group. As long as you were friendly, could get along properly with Erza, and learned to handle Juvia’s obsessive behavior, then they had no issues befriending anyone.

She’d go over the school's intercom and shout those exact words if she didn’t think it’d make her look somewhat desperate and kind of a pervert.

Lucy wanted a boyfriend. She really wanted a boyfriend! And she had wished intensely for someone kind-hearted to enter her life before leaving this school. A little part of her wanted to make a statement to those jerks that started this, but Lucy honestly just wanted to learn how to fall in love. Didn’t she deserve that much?

“Lucy!” Levy shouted and shocked her out of her thoughts, almost startling her out of her desk.

“A-Ah! Gomen, I was spacing out,” Lucy laughed awkwardly as she finally noticed her friends crowding around her desk.

“That’s the third time Levy called you,” Erza pointed out, hand resting on her hip. “You’re not sick are you?”

“Not at all, I was just daydreaming.” Lucy sweatdropped, glad to stop Erza’s train of thought before she was covering her with an unnecessary amount of bandages and shoved into an infirmary bed.

“Class ended a couple minutes ago, didn’t Lucy-san notice?” Juvia asked, her hands clutching her bag straps nervously as she anticipated their leave.

“Yeah, let’s hurry up Lucy-chan, can’t you see Juvia wants to go stare down her crush before he leaves?” Cana hummed, the rest giggling as the blue-haired girl flinched and began to sweat slightly.

“I-Is Juvia that obvious…?”

“Painfully,” Lucy laughed as she stood from her seat and grabbed ahold of her own bag. “Let’s hurry before you miss him.”

“Heartfillia, McGarden! Don’t forget that you two have classroom duties!” Macao-sensei shouted in their direction, halting the group as they were almost out the door.

“Aww man, Lucy I have a job interview to get to! At that charming bookstore too…” Levy sobbed, eyes dramatic as she looked back over her shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it, Levy-chan. I can cover for both of us,” Lucy rolled her eyes but grabbed her hands with a broad grin. “You really need to get that job so I can get a discount on a crap ton of books.”

“Ah! You’re the best, Lu-chan! I’m taking you out for lunch once I do get it!” The shorter brunette clapped as she ran out the door, rushing away to quickly get to the said establishment.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help? I’d be glad to stay behind with you.” Erza offered with a small smile.

“I can handle it, besides I think the two of you need to make sure Juvia doesn’t jump that poor kohai,” Lucy insisted as the antsy girl whisked herself down the hall just as soon as Levy did, muttering consistently about her precious ‘Gray-sama’.

An hour or so later, Lucy was soon walking downstairs with a sigh of relief. Cleaning the classroom wasn’t terribly hard work, but it always took twice as long with half the staff. She deserved a nice long bubble bath tonight.

As soon as she flipped open her shoe locker open, Lucy could have sworn that her heart had stopped beating for a moment. It was as if time stood still, her eyes frosting over at the sight of a very pink piece of paper.

Her hands trembled as she removed the folded slip of paper from atop her shoes, her breath shaky as she opened and read what had been written. It wasn’t possible…had she finally received a love letter…?

Well, not as much a love letter but someone asking to meet her behind the school near the old willowed sakura tree. Who would ask a girl to meet them there if not to confess their love?!

“O-Oh Mavis…I’m a bit too excited, a-aren’t I?” Lucy gulped as she gripped the straps of her bag, clenching the paper that requested her appearance as she began walking through the courtyard. The blonde nervously skimmed back over the note, sighing happily even with the short amount of words left for.

‘Lucy, I’ll be waiting by the sakura tree for you after school lets out. I hope to see you there. Signed Anonymous’

“W-Wait, after school?!” Lucy gasped, noticing the sun setting slightly and the orange tint to the sky, depicting just how late it had gotten. “It’s already so late! What if he left…?!” She hurried her steps as she rounded the school building, thankful that no one seemed to be around to see her rushing towards the tree with such a red face. As she approached the area, her heart began to sink as she looked around, failing to see another person. The one day she decided to take her sweet time…

Her lip quivered as she stood in front of the sakura tree, sad to find no one sitting or standing against it on either side, the surrounding benches empty, and the courtyard deserted. Lucy felt tears prick the corner of her eyes as she sat reluctantly on the wooden seat, feeling a heavy disappointment in her heart. It wasn’t like she could expect him to wait...after all, she was an hour late.

“E-Eh?! L-L-Lucy-senpai?!” A voice sounded from before her, Lucy quickly raising her head to see who it was. His eyes were wide and his face was red, matching his odd pink hair, sharp onyx eyes cast over her as she rushed to wipe her tears away.

“Y-You are…?” She presumed him to be the boy she was to meet and quickly stood up, her bag falling over as the contents spilled around their feet. Frantic, she dropped to her knees to haphazardly shove her back into her bag, the unnamed boy crouching to help her as well. Their fingers brushed lightly against each other as they both reached for her pencil case, their eyes meeting and their embarrassment growing with heat present in their cheeks. “T-T-Thank you.”

“You...Lucy-senpai, you were crying...are you okay?” He asked, holding out his hand to help her up.

“O-Oh! Yes, I’m fine…!” She tried to convince him, hoping her mascara hadn’t run or instead didn’t want to admit how she was crying because she thought he had left her behind. That was if he was the one who wanted to meet her.

“I’m glad you came, I’m sorry I wasn’t here to greet you, I went to get a drink.” He chuckled lightly as he held the bottle of dragon fruit tea up for her to see.

“N-No, I’m sorry I was late, I was doing classroom duties.” She explained, his features lighting up as she said so.

“I’m glad,” He sighed. “I thought you weren’t going to come.”

“What did you need to ask me?” Lucy mumbled quietly as she stared down at her feet, attempting to hide her blush.

“I’m Natsu Dragneel, I’m a first-year...but I still wanted to tell you how much I like you...would you do the honor of becoming my girlfriend?” He bowed, voice thick in the air as his question rang in her ears, her cheeks aflame and her heart hammering in her chest.

The wind rushed past the two of them, scattering the petals of the tree and surrounded them as Lucy lifted her head and met the sight of his still bowed form.

“Yes...I will,”

#nalu #nalu fanfiction #nalu teaser #natsu and lucy #lucy and natsu #natsu x lucy #lucy x natsu #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #nalu highschool au #fairy tail #fairy tail nalu #nalu fanfic

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onhirel · 5 years

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Under the Velvet Moon

Note: This is also available on AO3 with the absolutely wonderful art @superevilbadguy drew for this story! There’s also the other two chapters of this story there!

Diana was sitting on the edge of the walkway jutting out of the side of the Observatory Tower, her head tilted towards the night sky. It was a hot, humid night, and even so far up in the air and exposed to the gentle night breeze, sweat gathered at her temples and at her hairline at the nape of her neck. As warm as it was up here, it had been unbearable in her room, the air stifling, and when she had slipped out into the night, Hannah and Barbara had been sprawled out on their beds, above their covers even though they were dressed in their lightest sleeping clothes.

It was well after curfew, and she was glad for the fact...not only was she breaking the rules (her first time doing so in such a blatant manner, too) but the school uniform she had thrown on before quietly leaving her room was rather more disorderly than usual...she would have been absolutely mortified if any of her peers were around to see her. She could scarcely imagine what wild rumors would fly about the school...by the Nine, the famed 2nd Year Diana Cavendish out of her room with the top two buttons of her blouse undone? Say it isn’t so!

But the promise of the kiss of air against sweat studded skin was too tempting to pass up, and so with a bit of a thrill, she had undone the buttons and rolled the sleeves of her blouse up her forearms, almost to her elbows. Had she been alone at the Cavendish Estate, she might very well have also taken off her shoes and her stockings, but there were some lines that she refused to cross while at school, even if the chances of being discovered were incredibly low. Students and staff on night patrol generally kept to the main building, and even those that ventured out of doors typically stayed away from the Observatory...there was nothing there to tempt someone to visit after hours other than the view. And the view? The view was precisely why she chose here to break curfew.

The moon was only just now clearing the horizon, large and stately, a waxing gibbous moon whose light caught the humidity that lay heavy in the early autumn air, and only the brightest of stars and the planets could be seen in that oddly charged veil that seemed to stretch across the heavens. She loved it when the night sky was like this, even though she struggled to properly define it.

Was it a royal purple? A deep, rich blue almost black? She couldn’t quite say, but she knew that if she could but reach up and touch the sky, that it would have the texture of velvet, rich and smooth against her fingertips.

“Diana?”

The surprisingly close voice startled Diana, and she glanced over the ledge and down to see Akko sitting on top of her broom, her dark eyebrows arching high with surprise. “Diana, what are you doing out here?”

Diana tilted her head slightly. “I think the same can be asked of you. Akko, it’s after curfew.”

Akko grinned briefly before her face became focused, her tongue poking out slightly as she very carefully brought her broom up to the platform, and Diana had to fight the urge to smile. Akko was flying entirely on her own now, and seemed to alternate between flying with absolute reckless abandon or flying with the utmost care. So far as Diana was concerned, Akko was adorable either way. Then Akko was stepping off her broom and onto the platform. “Yeah, I know it’s after curfew, that’s why I’m out here.”

“What?”

She gestured at the armband that was attached to the sleeve of her Shiny Chariot t-shirt. “I’m on patrol. I guess Finnelan got so tired of me getting caught while I was breaking curfew that she just decided to put me to work instead.”

Diana stared at her for a moment, flabbergasted. “That’s...but...why didn’t I hear about this?”

Akko shrugged as she plopped down next to Diana. “I’unno. Tonight’s my first night.” She then grinned mischievously. “I think Finnelan is trying to do that whole ‘you put the worst person in charge so they learn responsibility’ thing. I don’t know if she actually thought it through...now I have an excuse to raid the kitchen. Y’know, to protect it from other students who might be breaking curfew.”

Diana rolled her eyes, very gently nudging Akko’s side with her elbow. “I’m not sure that that’s the message you should be taking from this, Akko. I also don’t think you’re the worst student, not after all the wonderful things you’ve done since you became a student here.” Even in the dark night, Diana could see how Akko’s face darkened with a blush as she grinned almost timidly, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. Coughing into her fist as she fought to keep a blush from her own face, Diana looked back at the moon. “That said, you do know that you’re supposed to be wearing your Luna Nova uniform while on curfew watch, yes?”

Akko groaned with exasperation as she flopped back onto the platform, her arms stretched wide and her legs kicking back and forth off the edge of the ledge. “But Dianaaaa,” she whined, “it’s too hot for that, I’d get all sweaty!”

Don’t react to the thought of Akko sweaty, don’t react, don’t react, don’t...oh, damn! Coughing once more into her fist, Diana continued despite the blush that heated her cheeks. “Be that as it may, Akko, but you still need to follow the rules and be in the proper attire,” she said as she glanced very, very briefly at the pale skin of Akko’s legs that were exposed by the short shorts that she seemed to insist on wearing at every opportunity. It seemed as though sultry autumnal nights were no exceptions.

...did she just use the word sultry? Oh, by the Nine, what was this girl doing to her? Diana hummed thoughtfully even as she fidgeted slightly, glad that Akko seemed as oblivious as always to the effect she had on her. “Think of it this way. If you don’t follow the rules, then Professor Finnelan will likely take you off of night patrol, and you won’t have the ability to raid the kitchens at your leisure.”

Akko lifted her head from the surface of the platform, regarding Diana with curious, almost shocked eyes. “Diana, did you just suggest I follow the rules so that I can break the rules?”

Diana blinked, going back over her words. “No, I just...but...of course not...it’s simply-!” she stammered, and Akko snorted before laying her hand on top of Diana’s, and Diana stuttered to a halt, looking down at Akko’s smiling face with wide eyes.

“Aww, it’s okay, Diana. You’ve influenced me by helping me study so I’ve become a better student, and I’m influencing you so that you aren’t such a branch in the ground.”

“It’s ‘stick in the mud’, Akko,” Diana almost absently corrected the Japanese girl before she registered what Akko had actually said. “Hey, I’m not a stick in the mud!” she protested, and Akko sat back up with a smirk.

“You’re right. A stick in the mud wouldn’t be breaking curfew while improperly wearing the Luna Nova uniform,” Akko teased, eyes flitting down, and Diana blushed heavily, suddenly very aware of just how much of her upper chest she was showing off. Her hands flew up to her buttons, but before she could start to do them up, Akko grabbed her wrist in a gentle but firm grasp. “Gomen nasai, Diana, I was just teasing, please don’t!” she said, her tone actually pleading, and that more than Akko’s warm fingers wrapped around her wrists stopped Diana. “I...I really like it when you’re relaxed like this,” Akko went on to confess. “It’s not very often that you allow yourself to just be.” Then that slightly teasing grin returned. “Here, tell you what. You continue to relax, and I won’t tell anyone that I caught you breaking curfew.”

Diana sighed as her hands dropped away from her blouse, and she very carefully didn’t mention how Akko’s fingers were still around her wrist, looser now, but still there, warm and light against her skin. “As if anyone would believe you,” she retorted, but made no further move to tidy up her appearance, and if Akko’s grateful grin was any indication, she had made the correct choice.

Silence reigned between them, then, but it was a comfortable silence. And through it, Diana couldn’t help but be almost painful aware of Akko’s presence. The warmth of her fingers against her skin, more poignant than the subtler but still noticeable warmth radiating off of her body where she sat, so very close to Diana. And Diana could hear Akko’s quiet breathing and the slight rasp of the fabric of her clothes against the surface of the walkway. And damn if Diana couldn’t even smell Akko, the scent of grass, of the sun long set, of cherry blossoms on a spring wind. All her sense seemed to be consumed by this girl’s presence, and Diana felt and ache run through her heart and her gut. Here was Akko, vibrant and full of life even when just sitting still next to her. And she didn’t even have the guts to-

“Hey, Diana?” Akko quietly murmured, and Diana swallowed nervously at the throaty quality to her friend’s voice as well as how her eyes seemed to darken with something that Diana felt drawn to.

“Yes?” she whispered back.

“Whatever you’re...whatever you’re thinking of saying or asking...don’t hesitate.” It was almost an order delivered in a voice that Diana couldn’t define, just as she couldn’t define the color of that night’s sky, but like the sky, Akko’s voice was rich and velvety.

“I would very much like to kiss you,” she confessed, and Akko blinked as she processed that.

“Okay,” she said, and for a moment, Diana’s heart sank. Okay? That was all Akko had to say? What was that supposed to mean?! But then Akko drew a sharp breath in through her nose and turned her torso fully towards Diana before she tilted her head in clear invitation.

Suddenly aware of how hard her heart was pounding in her chest, Diana reached her free hand out, trembling fingers hesitating as she tried to figure out exactly where to place her hand. Licking her lips nervously, she settled on Akko’s shoulder before they were both leaning towards each other, and Diana couldn’t believe this was happening, she was finally going to kiss Akko and she couldn’t ask for a more perfect moment than this and-

Their lips met, Akko’s soft and warm and chapped against hers, and they were both slow and clumsy but perfect for all the imperfections of that first contact. It was just the briefest of brushes, both of them testing, seeing if this felt as right as their hearts said it should feel, and it did. Blue eyes met red, and then their lips were meeting again, Akko’s free hand almost clumsily cupping Diana’s cheek before it moved further back, fingers dancing at the back of Diana’s neck, threading through sweat dampened hair, tugging slightly, and Diana moaned slightly before pressing slightly harder into the kiss, and-

“You two! What are you doing up there?!”

They jolted apart, faces blazing red as they both turned their attention towards the rapidly approaching witch. Diana recognized the broom almost before the unmistakable silhouette of a flight cap could be made out in the moonlight, and Professor Nelson pulled up to a halt just off the walkway, her broom hovering in the air. “Kagari? Miss Cavendish?” she asked, tone confused.

By the Nine, please don’t let her have seen what we were doing! Diana begged as she cleared her throat, hoping that the darkness would cover their blushes. “Akko was just concerned about doing a good job on her first night on curfew patrol,” she lied smoothly. “She asked me for some advice on how to do the job properly.” Akko opened her mouth, but for what purpose, Diana didn’t wait to find out, as she jabbed her elbow into the Japanese witch’s side, silencing Akko.

Professor Nelson stared at the two of them for a long moment before sighing. “Be that as it may, Miss Cavendish, but you aren’t on the list of students on curfew watch. You need to return to your room, immediately. And Kagari! I know I told you that you needed to wear the proper uniform!”

Akko pouted. “Hai, hai,” she groaned, and Professor Nelson grimaced.

“Don’t ‘hi, hi’ me, girl!” she snapped. “I’ll let it off with a warning once, but if I catch you out of uniform on patrol again, you’ll be polishing every school broom in storage! Now go on, lasses, get!”

Diana and Akko got, both of them mounting their brooms and flying towards the main building and the waiting dormitories, very much aware of Professor Nelson’s watching eyes and keeping a respectful distance between their two brooms as a result.

For her part, Nelson watched the two of them fly off into the moonlit night until their figures were swallowed by the darkness. Then her face broke into a wide grin. “Ha! I knew they’d kiss before Halloween! Anne owes me fifty quid, now!”

#diakko #diana cavendish #akko kagari #Little Witch Academia #lwa #they're second year students in this #part way into their term #late autumn #had this idea in my head for a while #after seeing a few nights with the sky like velvet...

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petri808 · 5 years

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The Position is Filled

Day 2 @nalu-week Stranger prompt

*Gomen. I got nothing against Sting, just needed a bad guy for this story, and it’s a bit rushed to get it done in time.

Lucy scans over the ad for the tenth time maybe, who was counting. It wasn’t like anyone she knew would know she had placed it because a fictional name and generic email contact address should keep it on the low.

Looking for single hetero male, toned and fit body, clean cut, preferably charismatic, charming business type, fresh faced cute with positive disposition to take to an event. Must provide a picture taken within the last month, stats (height, weight), and a job resume in your response.

She takes one last deep breath and closes her eyes as she clicks the send button. Desperate times lead to desperate measures, and this was one of those times no matter how crazy the idea was.

Her 10-year high school reunion was coming up in just two months and according to gossip, her ex-boyfriend would be attending with a plus one. The bastard. Sting Eucliffe had been her high school sweetheart, but after twelve years together, she caught him cheating. Lucy was devastated. Well now she knew why he always changed the subject when the idea of marriage came up. But that didn’t mean she wanted him back, oh no. What Lucy wanted, was to make him jealous and to show Sting she had moved on. Unfortunately, she hadn’t found anyone worth dating, hence the need to fake it.

The first few hits looked promising, but each one had something she didn’t like. Not fond of the hair, no blonde guys. Too short. Visible tattoos, not that she really cared, but it wasn’t part of this vision, and problems with something on their resume. After a week, the responses had petered down to a trickle and Lucy was starting to lose hope. Maybe this idea wasn’t going to work after all.

She was almost ready to give up by the end of the second week when she heard the ding on her phone, signaling a new email. ‘Please, please be decent,’Lucy chants in her head as she opens the message. Natsu Dragneel. Her eyes widen to the selfie photo. Cute smile, pretty green eyes, nice height. Lucy bites her lip, he had a verynice body. So far so good. One year older, works at a brokerage firm Dreyar & Dreyar as a junior broker. ‘Hot dayum!’ If the BMW M5 parked behind him was his car…

“Wait a minute.” She pauses, a bit confused. What was a guy like this doing answering a dating ad?! He was hot and looked like he had some money, how was he still single? Was there some major flaw hidden behind the perfect features and pristine resume? Oh, what the hell, her curiosity was peaked, and besides, he was the only candidate so far that looked good for the part. Lucy sends off her reply to meet for coffee and tosses the phone back on the couch beside her.

Ding.

‘That was quick,’she glances over and picks the phone back up.

Tomorrow, 11am at Fairies Cafe? Lunch my treat ;)

Lucy fires off a response. See you then!

Nervous was an understatement when Lucy walked up to the cafe. She’d worn a casual summer dress, nothing fancy, but she had taken an hour just to settle on wearing it. Her make-up was redone a couple of times, too heavy at first, now lighter to match the outfit. Flats and hair done in a simple ponytail, completed her look.

She scans the room and almost immediately notices a pink head of hair in one of the booths. It’s been a while since she’s patronized Fairies and the place looked exactly the same as she remembered it, cozy. To her Starbucks felt more hectic whereas this coffee shop still had a homey feel thanks to the owner Mira.

“Hi,” Lucy walks up to the booth, holding her hand out in a gesture. “I’m Lucy, are you Natsu?”

“That’s me,” he shakes her hand but runs his other through his hair.

It was obvious the man was a little nervous too, but his smile looked genuine. She sits down across from him.

“Order whatever you want,” Natsu pushes the menu closer to Lucy. “I already know what I’m gonna get.”

Lucy opens the menu scanning its contents. “Have you been here long?” She hopes she hadn’t kept him waiting.

“Oh no, I got here a few minutes before you. I kind of come here often since it’s close to work.”

Once their orders are placed. Lucy gets right to it, starting with the one question that plagued her. There’d be no point in staying long if she didn’t like the answer. “To be honest I was surprised to get your response. Tell me the truth Natsu. You’re cute and have a good job, how is someone like you still single?

Natsu blushes, and there goes the head scratching again. “Well would you believe I wasn’t the one who sent the response?”

“Come again?! What do you mean?!”

“I was with my buddy and he took my phone when I wasn’t looking and found your ad. I’m really sorry, he’s been trying to get me to date cause I’ve just been so focused on work, so at first, I was pissed and was gonna apologize and renege but then I thought what the hell, why not. He’s right I do need to get out more. Then when I saw you, I’m glad I agreed to come here cause you are smokinghot!” He hangs his head. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling. Truth is I’m still single cause I get flustered with girls. It’s okay if after learning that you wanna change your mind…”

Lucy’s soft laughter stops his blubbering cold, and he looks up wide-eyed at the giggling blonde. He was sure he was bright red by now because he swore the temperature in the cafe had doubled.

“You’re so cute!” Lucy chuckles. “It’s quite endearing to me. I was so nervous that you’d end up being some stuck-up playboy just looking for a one-night-stand or something, that to see you all flustered makes me feel better.”

“Um, thanks,” he cocks his head with a silly grin, “I think?”

She chuckles again. “Let’s start over, shall we?”

Over lunch Lucy tells Natsu that she was hoping to find someone to accompany her to her high school reunion, leaving out the part about Sting. Of course, he asked her why find a stranger as a date, to which she replied, since she’s still single, she just wanted someone no one would know.

“So basically,” Lucy blushes lightly, “I was hoping we could pretend we’ve been dating for a while already.”

“Oh, so I’m gonna play like a fake boyfriend?”

“Yeah… if that’s something you’d be okay with.”

Natsu hunches his shoulders, “Yeah, why not.”

Over the next upcoming weeks, Lucy and Natsu spend as much time as they can in order to learn about each other. The plan wouldn’t work if they messed up on simple questions, especially if cornered by anyone that knows Lucy’s past. Family history to when they met, how long they’ve been dating all needed to be memorized. As a writer that works from home, her schedule was open, so they mainly worked around Natsu’s, sometimes at her apartment, sometimes at his.

Once their nerves had calmed the friendship bloomed. Natsu was a real sweet-hearted goof and Lucy loved spending time with him. It was definitely a little awkward at first since Sting had been her only boyfriend since high school, leaving Lucy with very little experiences to draw from before or after. But frankly, Lucy was also a bit surprised how natural their friendship was coming along, and by the fifth week she’d almost forgotten this was supposed to be a fake relationship. She didn’t want to admit it, but the stock broker from Dreyar & Dreyar was really growing on her.

She fidgets on the couch one evening. “I think we should practice um,” Lucy cheeks darken as she tries to get the words out, “you know k-kissing.” They were only two weeks from the reunion and while they’d done things like holding hands, first base had not been attempted yet.

Natsu gulps and nods. This was something he’d been dreading for a while, now that his feelings for the pretty blonde had steadily grown. He knew this was only supposed to be a faux situation, but in the back of his mind, he hoped it would turn into something more.

They awkwardly shift their bodies closer until their legs are touching. Despite his trepidation, he’s dreamt of this moment for the last couple of weeks and the only way it could work was, to give in. Natsu reaches out to cradle Lucy’s face in his hand, sweeping his thumb along her milky skin. It was so soft under his touch! He lets his eyes drift over the lips he needed to claim next. Would it be everything he’d imagined? With a pause and coquette nod by the blonde, Natsu leans in coveting Lucy’s ruby lips. Slow and gentle, he applies pressure to the kiss allowing the blonde to tell him how far to push things. But she never pulls away, rather adds to the mix with a nibble to his bottom lip. He swore his heart jumped into his throat by her actions and a light groan slips out.

Emboldened by his response, Lucy runs the tip of her tongue against the seam of his lips. Natsu relents and allows her to slip through. She hums her pleasure and savors what this man was providing her. The fears of allowing someone else to get close again seemed lost in this moment they were sharing. A simple kiss that set off fireworks in her brain. It was amazing, and something she hadn’t felt in so long. Her fingers weave into his hair, threading through, gripping tightly as he suckles and cavorts with her tongue. Oh wow, Lucy moans, this man was really good at finding hidden buttons she didn’t even know had existed till now.

She was almost saddened by the loss of contact when Natsu slowly pulled away out of breath. It was probably for the best that they slowed things down anyways. Her goal was supposed to be, just get through the reunion, not fall in love with the next guy that came her way. But as he rested his forehead against hers, and she felt his hands gently resting above her hip, a crack appeared in Lucy’s resolve. Natsu was so sweet, so attentive compared to how Sting had treated her. How had she not known that men like the ones in her stories may actually exist.

Needless to say, sleep didn’t come so easily for either of them that night as they replayed the kiss they had shared on her couch. Natsu knew he was hopelessly in love, but Lucy was more torn than ever.

The night of the reunion came swiftly enough and they both were not truly ready for it emotionally. They were dressed to impress, having pulled out all the stops with a custom fit Armani suit for Natsu, and an elegant red gown for Lucy that accented all of her assets. Her plan was to make Sting jealous, but Natsu was still unaware of this secondary reason. Lucy had toyed with the idea of telling him the truth, but every time she built up the courage to do so, she balked and now it was too late.

And low and behold, as they pull up to the valet station in Natsu’s M5, who but Sting and his date are exiting another vehicle. Lucy takes a deep breath, willing herself to calm down. She couldn’t believe it! Yukino Aguria was his date! The cheerleading captain and the football quarter back from their high school years. Oh, how cliché could this be?!

“Are you okay,” Natsu had taken her hand when he’d noticed her jaw clench. “Is that someone you know?”

“Yeah,” Lucy exhales, “they’re here for the reunion too.” Like hell she was going to tell Natsu now, that they were the reason she’d brought him in the first place. She turns on the fake smile, “let’s get this over with.”

It wasn’t all that bad Lucy realizes an hour into the event. A few of her old friends, some she hadn’t spoken to in years were in attendance and it was nice catching up with them. So far Natsu was playing his role perfectly, holding her hand or keeping his arm around her waist, making small talk with people, and doing what any old boyfriend would do. But every so often, her eyes drift over to wherever Sting was hanging out. As she suspected, he and Yukino was mainly around their former teammates. Well it did make sense. Theymade more sense. Lucy hadn’t been part of that crowd to begin with because cheer just wasn’t of interest to her. It still didn’t make her feel any better, only wonder if she’d been the one played their entire relationship.

She didn’t wanna see much more of it and excuses herself to the restroom to calm her nerves.

After freshening up and composing herself, Lucy exists the lady’s room and is startled to find Sting waiting right outside, alone, leaning against the wall.

“Didn’t think you’d come,” he smirks at her, “I knew you wanted to see me again.”

“Oh please,” Lucy tries to get around him, but he blocks her. “Sting, move.”

“You thought you could just break up with me and I’d let you go so easily?” Sting corners Lucy against a wall with his arms braced on either side of her. “That ain’t happening baby.”

Lucy seethes. “Y-You’re the one who was doing the cheating Sting! I wasted 12 years of my life on you and I’m glad to have found someone new.”

“Who, Armani boy out there.” He scoffs, “think I don’t know you only met the guy two months ago on some dating site.” When he sees Lucy’s eyes widen, he taunts her more. “Yeah…” Sting trails a finger along her jaw and down her neck, “that’s right, I found out from Minerva cause she works at that company checking through profiles. Couldn’t land a guy so you dug one up. Cute baby, real cute, but you’re not gonna replace me so easily.”

“Y-You have Yukino,” Lucy spat back. “Why are you still bothering me…”

Sting grabs Lucy’s jaw hard.

“You’re hurting me Sting, stop it!”

He narrows his eyes, “I just don’t like losing what’s mine.”

Natsu had grown worried at how long Lucy was taking and went to investigate. As he rounds the corner of the hallway, he sees the same man from earlier pinning her to the wall. Furious, he runs as fast as he can, cold cocking him before he even knew what hit him. Sting flies a few feet away but quickly scrambles to his feet. “Back off pretty boy. This is between me and my ex!”

Ex? Natsu glances at Lucy confused.

“Oh, I see,” Sting snickers, “she never told you.”

But Natsu didn’t care. No woman deserved to be treated the way this bastard was hurting Lucy. “Last chance,” he narrows his eyes, brows furrowing in a death glare. “Walk away and don’t ever come near her again or I’ll lay you out right here right now Eucliffe!” Sting’s eyes widen a tad, that this guy knew who he was. “Yeah I know who you are. Quarterback of Crocus High. I recognized Cheney too from the times we whipped your asses on the field.”

Sting does a double take. “Magnolia.”

“Exactly. You stuck up rich kids always looked down on us, but on the field, we owned you. Now walk away or I’ll refresh your memory.”

By that moment, other partygoers had flooded into the hallway. Rogue grabs Sting telling him it ain’t worth it and to just come with them.

“Fine,” Sting spat back, “you can have her cause she ain’t worth it. I’m outta here!”

“Are you okay?” Natsu grabs Lucy and pulls her to him.

She collapses against his chest, sobbing. “I’m sorry Natsu. I should have warned you…”

“It doesn’t matter if he’s you ex, that doesn’t give him the right to put his hands on you. But tell me the truth Lucy, is he the reason you wanted to come here tonight?”

Lucy hesitates a moment but nods and hangs her head. “I’m sorry Natsu…. When I’d heard he had a new girlfriend, I just wanted him to think I’d moved on too. Just never thought he’d do something like this.”

Natsu exhales and kisses the top of her head. Speaking in a soft tone, “I know I was supposed to just play a role but, after spending the last few weeks with you, I don’t… I don’t want things to end between us.”

“You don’t?” She looks up. “Even after all this?”

He shakes his head and smiles, cupping her cheek gently, “permission to kiss my new… girlfriend?”

She smiles and pulls him in for a kiss, “permission no longer required…”

#naluweek #nalu week 2019 #day 2 stranger prompt #nalu #Natsu dragneel #Lucy heartfilia #Au story #nalu fanfic

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haikyuu-and-more-haikyuu · 5 years

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I’m in love with your sweet Tsukkiyama head canon. If Yamaguchi falls ill and his mother has to work what would Tsukki do the first time it happens? How about now in the current time?

I am living for this AU. Love it! Based in this and here is the tagged page X

If something were to happened at school, and Tadashi is so unfortunate to get the stomach flu or something that is going around and needs to be collected by his mother, Tsukki will be grumpy the rest of the day. That is his only friend, and they’re in different classes; so he doesn’t even look forward to lunch break. Becuse he would usually eat it with his bestie.

Kanami gets him home and to bed, and has to leave after he is settled. She can’t just skip out on work, even when her only son is home sick. She also has a late night shift and she almost cries. But if it gets bad, Tadashi can call her and she will surely be home as fast as she can get.

Tsukki is another story. He stays mopey the rest of the day. Even at practice he is pouty and uncooperative without his partner in crime. After practice, he goes to Yamaguchi without telling his parents or brother. He has been without his friend for the majority of the day, and wants to see him.

When he arrives at their apparent, third floor and the second door on the left, it’s locked. He remembered that a few weeks ago, Tadashi had forgotten his key and had to move the big plant by the door. Ka-chan has a spare key hidden under this plant.

He invites himself in and makes his way quietly into Tadashi’s room. He is awake, flipping through a manga. There is a bucket by his bed, but it doesn’t smell sour, so it has to be empty.

“Kei-kun, what are you doing here?” Tadashi’s asks, voice is hoarse and blue bags are staring to appear under his eyes. He is pale and his hair stick to his forehead and neck. The damp wash cloth as slid of his forehead and is now lying on the floor. Tadashi was probably too tired to pick it up.

Tsukki kind if scoffs, but he sits himself on his bed. “I wanted to visit you. Your classmates said you had to go home since you got sick.”

“You can get sick too, Kei-kun.” Tadashi relaxes into the pillow. “I think…I think there is some masks in the bathroom.”

Kei nods and makes his way towards their small bathroom. He dugs through the drawers and cabinets for a mask and finally finds one. He takes it on and makes his way back.

What are you doing out of bed, Tadashi? Kei asks as he sees his friend trying to get out of his blanket fort.

“Aren’t we going to play?” Tadashi asks innocently.

Kei wants to play, but sick people needs rest. A few weeks earlier, Akiteru had fallen ill with the flu and he wasn’t even allowed into his room! Kei takes him back to bed and is honestly content with just being beside Tadashi while he rests.

He does his homework by Tadashi small desk while he fills up on what happened in Kei’s class and practice. Tadashi smiles sleepily at him.

Around four and five in the afternoon, the phone starts ringing like crazy. They don’t pick it up, since the phone never rings when Tadahsi is alone home, only when Ka-chan is home with him. And his mother wont be hime for another few hours.

“The phone really hurts my head, Kei-kun.” and Kei goes into the common room and just unplugs the noisy phone. There, now it wont ring anymore. Little did he know, that that was his parents trying to figure out were their son was.

They shuffle into the living room and Kei makes Tadashi a burrito with all the blankets so Tadashi can keep warm. He isn’t so nauseous anymore, but he hasn't eaten too since breakfast. Kei tries to get some food into him. His grandmother always told him that sick people needed good food to become healthy again, but Tadashi wont eat his dinner bento or the rice porridge his mother set out for him- so Kei eats it. They watch Tv and just talk.

After eight in the evening, Kanami comes home, worried for her sick son. But when she comes home to Kei too, she is shocked.

“Kei-kun, what are you doing here? Tadashi is really sick, you can get the flu too.” she says as she touches Tadashi’s forehead. It is hot and his fever might have gone up a notch or two.

“Don’t be worried, Ka-chan, Kei-kun took care of me.” Tadashi says around a coughing fit. She melts becuse of both of them. Kei-kun is such a sweatheart, but sweethearts get sick too. She tells them this, and both boys deflates. Tadashi should be sleeping and resting in his room and her son looks T I R E D. She gets him back to bed, with Kei’s help; of course.

Tadashi falls asleep the second his head hits the pillow. Kanami takes his best fired out of the room. She is amazed, Kei’s kept the mask on. She helps him wash his hands and tells him she is following him home. His parents might be worried, did you tell them you were here?

The look on his face tell her that he hadn’t even though about it.

They have half a basket of strawberries left and she packs it in a bento for him with a cute pastel flower bento cloth. Hand in hand, they makes their way to Kei’s house. Tadahsi will be fine, he is just sleeping.

When they get there, Akiteru opens the door and relief washes over him. The older brother smiles and pulls Kei into him. Where the heck have you been!? Oka-san, Tou-san, Kei is here.

Both parents burst into the room, phone in hand and fidgety with worry. Mrs. Tsukishima takes Kei from Akiteru and hugs him so tight Kei almost wheezes and his dad hugs around them both and tells him to never go out like that when they don’t know. Mrs. Tsukishima talks to him with unshed tears and they though he got lost or someone took him or something. They tried calling home to Tadashi but no one were answering.

“I unplugged the phone becuse it kept ringing at it hurt Tadashi.” Kei’s tells them honesty, twiddling with his fingers. His parents smiles down at him, but there is still some stiffness left in their shoulders. They thank Kanami a millions times for brining him home and Kanami just smiles down at Kei and thanks him for taking care of Tadashi while she wasn't there, but next time; stay home so you don’t get sick either. She kisser his cheek and Tsukki flusters. He gets the bento as payment for his hime nursing.

Kei thanks her and bow to her. Years later, even, he still get teased for that episode. Tadahsi finds it engrieng.

When he is older, Kei knows that that smartest thing isn’t for him to go straight home to Tadashi and try to nurse him back to health. But if Tadashi is just home with the common flu and Kanami can’t be there for him; he tells his mother and Mrs. Tsushima whips up some chicken soup for Kei to take with him later in the evening.

It’s the same scene. Tadashi is either curled up in his bed or in front of the tv. The wash cloth on his forehead have long since been refreshed. Sometimes there is a bucket by him, sometimes there isn't. Sometimes Tadashi managed to eat some of the soup or the porridge; sometimes they save it for later. But Kei is there and gives him notes from school and fills him up of what the volleyball team did today and so on.

When Tadashi gets better, Kei buys him french fries which are sloppy and soggy when he arrives at the Yamaguchi’s They don’t talk about it often, but they both like the way their friendship works.

There have been occasions that Kanami have asked for Mrs. Tsukshima to check on Tadashi if he is really ill at home and she is working late. The Tsukshima’s are kind of the only one Kanami can rely on that lives near their apartment. There is no family that lives in the city. She has other friends in the city, but they live too far away for them to just make an event check-up on Tadashi state in the evening. Especially since some of them have young children too. Tsukishima Maria (I gave her a name too :) ) has no problem with doing so and baby Tadashi a little until Kanami can make it home. She knows that Kanami would do the same for her own two sons if she was asked. Kei always tags along, becuse that is what he does.

Kanami always gives small treats and bentos to them as a thank you gift.

B O N U S

But also, think if the other found out that their salty blocker actually has a heart. Maybe Tadashi told them that Kei came and visited with food and such when he was sick the week before. And the other are SHOOK becuse Tsukishima wouldn’t do that!

“Tsukki is actually really caring.”

“Shut up, Yamaguchi.”

“Gomen, Tsukki.” Yamaguchi says with a smile and laughs at the slightly rosy cheeks his best friend gets.

Ask box is open, each and everyone is welcome

#tsukishima kei #Tsukishima #Tsukiyama #yamaguchi #yamaguchi tadashi #Tsukishima x Yamaguchi #tsuki!yama AU #these always gets so long #i can't shut up #I love this #this fuel me #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #HQ

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chromsai · 5 years

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Rules: List your five favorite anime characters and tag some people.

Tagged by @pendulum-sonata (thank you dear!.... sorry for this being hella late OTL BIG GOMEN)

So I had like half this post typed up last night weeks ago but my dumbass accidentally deleted it so here goes take 2...

Also I just wanna take this opportunity to gush about my absolute favorite characters so I’m gonna cheat a lil bit by using some video game characters if y’all don’t mind...

Now, without further ado...

Chrom - Fire Emblem Awakening

So, I love Chrom a lot, I figure y’all know that by now right? Chrom is admittedly, como se dice, not the most complex of characters. He is a simple man, really. Prince of Ylisse who doesn’t know much about life outside of leading his rag-tag Shepherds into skirmishes to protect his kingdom, family, and friends, or breaking a few things here and there (because he’s a total klutz). He doesn’t really know how to dress himself properly, as you can see (no, Idfk what he’s wearing either), and he’s terrible at diplomacy (he said so himself). Yet, despite his hopelessly dorky but somehow handsome appearance, he’s also incredibly stubborn and hard-headed, ignorant sometimes but not naiive, extremely loyal, and sometimes even awkward, but he’s always, always seeking to learn from his mistakes and the world around him. He may struggle against his own impulses, but he’s aware of this fault of his and, despite it, fights fiercely for his comrades and works to be someone reliable for them. He’s the man you want by your side because he won’t allow you to drag yourself through the mud, and if you are dragged, then he’ll drag himself right along with you just to make sure you’ll have someone to lean on when you’re struggling to stand right back up again.

Chrom is so unapologetically himself in any situation, be it formal or informal, and it’s inspiring to me in ways that words fail to describe because just watching him go about his life simply being himself and urging you to do the same reminds you: maybe you don’t have to be perfect, and that’s just perfectly fine. He is a reminder of what unconditional love is supposed to look like and it’s a simple thing but it’s always appreciated.

“Remember that you are yourself before you are any man’s son/daughter,” he says to you. I know that he doesn’t think of himself as being very charismatic but everything he does and says would claim otherwise.

Yuya Sakaki - Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V

He’s also my number 1 and that’s not a mistake.~

I’ve been a fan of YGO since the anime series debuted in the States (DM). Since 2001, I’ve followed each subsequent entry in the anime franchise and, although I’ve loved this franchise overall, I’ve never really been attached to any of the characters from any YGO show enough to go “Omg I love them.”

That was up until Yuya.

Yuya’s personality resonates with me a lot in various ways. For example, I’m not quite sure how obvious this is to people but I LOVE to make others laugh and smile. It’s one of the best feelings in the world. Life of course unfortunately isn’t just that, and, for better or worse, Yuya knows life’s wide range of emotions all too well. The trajectory his development took from day one all the way through episode 148 was one that touched, broke, and mended my heart on a level that I haven’t felt before or since (and one that, to be quite honest, I’m afraid to experience ever again).

I call him my son because he is truly precious to me. His story changed me and my views on life, all for the better. Lastly, his persona is not only one that I love, but also one that I admire; Yuya Sakaki’s kindness and philosophy is goals. I love him eternally.

Bonus: He is just a damn well written character and has one of the best developments I’ve personally witnessed. He’s raised the standard of what I expect a great shounen protagonist to be.

Lelouch - Code Geass

Look at this asshole.

You don’t know how refreshing it is to view a story from the eyes of a character who is, without a doubt, very morally grey. Like, sure, I’m sure there have been more stories since (and even before) that try this approach but I haven’t ever really found any other characters like him to be quite as compelling. Half the time you really are on his side, and the other half you wish he would just drop dead (not because you hate him, but because you know that’s just the right thing he should do). I know to a lot of people that haven’t seen this show he seems like a basic edge boy, but I assure you he’s quite an idiot. A smart idiot, but still an idiot. With a terrible sense of humor. He very much deals with the consequences of his actions throughout the story and sometimes it’s satisfying (because, yes, he’s a jerk), and other times not so much (because he ultimately does have a heart of gold). He’s just a little tsundere and stubborn and he has very exploitable weaknesses (read: very) so it really does help that he has a flair for the dramatic. Anyway, Lelouch, his wide range of emotions, and his story are extremely entertaining to watch and I love his stupid sassy face.

Neku Sakuraba - The World Ends With You

I love this kid.

So Neku is another character that looks edgy as hell, admittedly, but I assure you he’s soft. Or at least not entirely at first. Yes, he’s also a jerk, but he has his reasons (teen angst, what can I say) but watching the process of him opening up slowly in real time is just *chefs kiss* amazing and heartwarming and gives you hope for the youth of the world. I’ll admit, I first played this game when I was like 14 or so and going through some of my own teen angst, so I found the jerk side of him to be somewhat relatable back then, but the moral of his story didn’t fly by my head even then. It made me happy and it was something nice to learn at that age. Years later, I’m back here playing this game again and I think the lessons Neku learns throughout his little journey in Shibuya really hit you right in the feels, perhaps even more, idk. He’s really inspiring and, like I said, heartwarming and ultimately brings a smile to my face every time. God. Bless this kid. Please.

He needs it.

Rosalina - Mario Series

Did y’all know I fucking LOVE Rosalina.

She’s not a terribly revolutionary character, but her backstory was so touching to me and I love her character design (f me up she’s fucking gorgeous). My reasons for loving her a pretty simple like that, though on top of it all I relate to her; What with her tendency to adopt cute lil Lumas and giving up everything for them (but also using them to hurt others), Rosalina gets me. She’s also just so cool and calm but she has a fun side to her too. Simple as my reasons are, she’s up there with my favorite characters ever. God I still remember booting up SMG and meeting her for the first time yeah I fucking loved her immediately. Damn. Can’t get me enough Rosalina~

I love her relationships with her precious Luma children so much, I named my car Luma lol

okay, done! Again, thank you for tagging me Rose! Sorry I took forever~ thanks for letting me gush about my faves for a bit, it was very relaxing~

I’m tagging: @dancerladyaqua @pxiao @yutoknight @entermates @skittymon @theabcsofjustice @blueeyeswhitegarden @heliosknight @orasforlife @lilias-amell@moshimichi @timahina @seasaltmemories and @cypsiman2 and anyone else who wants to participate~ you don’t have to if you don’t want to!

#pendulum-sonata #tagged #tag thing #about me #BAES #oh yeah i stuck to 1 for franchise just cuz i thought that woulda been fair since i was already kinda stretching the rules #again thank you!

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Kismet (Chapter 6): a BTS Jin imagines fanfic

First ever fanfic. Contains fluff and some smut. Please read sequentially as it is a long story arc. Please provide feedback! My IG is btskismet.

The trip from Osaka to Kyoto would take an hour. She chose not to take the shinkansen this time since she left pretty early to take the train going to Shunkoin Temple.

After getting coffee, an onigiri and her favorite yogurt from Family Mart, she took her luggage with her to Namba station as she was ready to take the first train to Kyoto station. She decided that she will deposit her luggage at the coin lockers in Kyoto station first before going to the temple.

Jin will have to go straight to the hotel with his car, she thought. He won't have the chance to take a train from Kyoto station by that time because it would be too late.

She knew the stay in Kyoto would only be for 2 nights. But at least it will be quiet and secluded - hopefully no one will recognize him.

The train trip went by slowly, through the sleepy towns and fields. She contentedly watched the houses as they zipped past them, seeing each house look similar to the others and at the same time not because of the minor additions made to each one in terms of structure or decor. 'If I was on a shinkansen, all of this would be a blur', she thought to herself. She knew that was the disadvantage of riding the shinkansen. All the little intricacies that make the quaint houses look so nice can't be appreciated when riding a bullet train.

She contemplated on the itinerary on their stay in Kyoto and where they could go that wasn't too busy. She knew that Kyoto was the hotspot for tourists so travelling around might be a challenge. Good thing they will just be there for 2 nights before they head out.

~~~~

She was walking through the quiet path that led to Shunkoin Temple. A few other foreigners walked with her and she figured they would be her "classmates" for the meditation class. She was always interested in meditation done by Buddhist monks and she found that this is something she shouldn't pass up on this trip.

The Shunkoin Temple is the only temple in Kyoto that teaches mediation in English. It is a reasonably priced session for an hour and the abbot, Reverend Kawakami, answers all questions and concerns during each class before they start meditation. She was excited to learn how to do it properly.

The class is comprised of 20 people. Despite the large number of participants, it seemed that the class would really be a calm one because the Reverend was very accommodating and serene. The participants asked questions on the purpose of meditation, how to do it properly, what are the benefits and consequences, etc. She was pleased to know that it can help her manage stress better because it teaches mindfulness.

Someone asked a weird question in class. "Is it true that meditation can allow you to have a past life regression because your mind is open? I read about experiences other people had when they did meditation correctly.", an eager young lady in the front row asked.

"Meditation will definitely open your mind and provide spiritual awakening and enlightenment but past life regressions are rare, if not at all. Those who start having instances of spiritual awareness may feel that's it but that's not the case.", the Reverend replied.

The Reverend then asked them to close their eyes to start the session. He told them to sit in a comfortable but indian-style position. He taught them to focus on their breathing and for each inhale and exhale, they have to listen to just that. He didn't ask then to block their thoughts but the more they focused on their breathing, the more it would be easier for thoughts to drift in to their minds and out without effort.

She focused on her breathing and made sure to listen to each breath she took. She would inhale through her nose but exhale through her mouth, as was taught. She saw Jin in her mind's eye which made her smile deep inside. Then her thoughts of him faded away as she took a deep breath and released it.

Inhale then exhale... Inhale then exhale...

She saw Jin again in her mind but he seemed to be older. He still had those kind eyes and those full, pouty lips but his face was thinner and his complexion was a little duller. He also had a few creases in the corner of each eye. He was peeling carrots, hunched over a big bowl with peeled carrots. Then he faced her and he laughed.

She felt her own breath again as she inhaled and exhaled. She heard the Reverend's voice but it sounded so distant, as if he was underwater.

Then she saw her hands and she could see that it was covered in dirt and blood. They were trembling and then they got wet because rain started to fall which turned the ground into mud. She was crying and saw bodies around her; people she didn't recognize except for one. She looked up and saw soldiers standing in front of her, soaked in the rain, looking down on her. She started to cry louder, filled with pain and anger, as she looked at the faces of each soldier. In the back, she saw Jin looking at her; his expression was one of sadness and anger. She kept crying loudly until she felt she couldn't breathe. As she was trying to catch her breath, she then fainted.

~~~

She woke up and was startled to find herself lying down on a futon inside a tatami room. It wasn’t dark when she woke but she knew right away that she wasn’t in a hotel or airbnb. She sat up and looked at her watch. It was 3pm. She looked for her bag and saw it in one corner of the room. She went to it and took out her phone. There were several messages from family, from Jin and one from the hotel, asking if she needed assistance in getting there as it was past the check-in time she emailed them she would be there. She sent them a message that she would be there soon.

She racked her brain as to what happened. All she could remember was sitting down and listening to the Reverend, asking them to focus on their breathing.

One of the sliding doors in the room opened and a monk appeared. He bowed in front of her and asked if he could come in so she nodded. He had a pot with tea in it and motioned her to move to the table in the room. He silently poured the tea in a cup and offered it to her to drink. Without a word, she got the cup and took a sip.

“Am I still in Shunkoin?”, she politely asked the monk. He nodded.

“Do you remember what happened?”, he asked her in perfect English. “No. I just remember meditating and focusing on my breathing, just like what the Reverend said.”, she replied.

“Was there anything you heard or saw while you were meditating?”, he asked pointedly.

She tried to recall but just like her dreams, they started to fade as soon as she focused on remembering the details. “I remember seeing people I know, one person in particular and rain and...”. She said ‘tsk’ and shook her head. “That’s all I can remember.”

The monk nodded and poured her another cup of tea.

“What happened, uhh, Reverend...?”

“You can call me as Obousan Shu.”, the monk interjected.

“Obousan Shu, can you please tell me what I did? I really don’t remember.”

Obousan Shu began to tell her how she reacted during the meditation. He said that in the middle of the lesson, the Reverend noticed she had tears streaming down her face. As he was approaching her, she started to whimper but still had her eyes closed. The other students beside her started to ask if she was okay but she wasn’t responding back. When the Reverend reached out and touched her shoulder, she started wailing. He started talking to her and getting her attention while more people around her were trying to speak to her to wake her up. After a couple of seconds, she started to sound like she couldn’t breathe and then fainted. Then they carried her to the tatami room and called one of the monks who studied medicine to check her. When he said she was fine and breathing normally, they let her sleep in the room.

Her eyes were wide after he finished speaking. She covered her mouth and then made a low bow, her forehead touching the table. “Gomen nasai, Obousan Shu-san!”, she said quickly. “Please, it is nothing. No need to apologize.”, the monk said.

She lifted her head and felt the warmth rising up to her cheeks and ears. “I know you’re embarrassed about this but please don’t be. We are just glad that you are alright.”, he said.

“I am sorry for disrupting the class that way. I don’t know what happened to me. I can’t remember anything...”

Obousan Shu chuckled and said: “Maybe it is for the best. I think you meditated and went so close to enlightenment that you saw more!”

He poured her another cup of tea and she sheepishly took it, feeling more embarrassed than she let on.

~~~

Her face was still warm when she boarded the train from Shunkoin temple to Kyoto station. She felt ashamed that the temple wanted to refund what she paid for the class, given that she didn’t finish it. But she protested and said that she did stay in their temple room and it was only fair that they still took her payment. They refused and gave her a full refund and even gave her a blessing for safe travel.

She responded to Jin’s messages (after he sent a flurry of worried messages to her), telling him that she was fine and she would explain tonight what happened.

To divert his worry, she sent him a link to the hotel so he could check it and told him she was excited to see him again tonight as they still have a lot to plan for the trip to Hokkaido.

As she boarded the train from Kyoto station to head to Arashiyama station, she resolved to let go of what happened and just chalk it up as an interesting experience in her Japan travels. One thing’s for certain though: she felt that sense of enlightenment about Jin. Being with him for a week is definitely an opportunity that she should not pass up.

~~~

In the hotel, she was thrilled that they got the premiere suite. It was a quaint hotel and there were only 7 rooms for guests so the possibilities of people recognizing Jin were limited. She was aware that they had to be absolutely discreet and any news about Jin on his whereabouts after the concert would be career suicide for him.

She was sitting in the balcony area, looking at the boats floating on the Katsura river. She could hear the crickets in the area and the soft lapping of the water. She had a cup of hot chocolate in her hands.

2245. She checked her phone if she has a message from him as the concert ended 45 minutes ago. She started to wonder if it was hard for him to leave discreetly after the concert. The Kyocera Dome concert they had tonight was the last one in Japan this year and there would be thousands of ARMYs waiting for them to ride the cars on the way to the hotel. Jin did say that he wouldn’t go back to the hotel anymore as he packed all of his bags before the concert and already had them placed in the car. Each BTS member leaves the concert venues and hotels in their own cars for security so she hoped he didn’t need to have any detours or stopovers. His travel to the hotel would also be long - an hour’s drive from there to Arashiyama.

Bliiip!

She checked her phone and had a big smile with what she saw. Her heart raced when she saw the selfie Seokjin sent her with a message that said: In car. See you later (heart emoji).

“This is it! It’s happening!’, she thought. She stood up and plopped face down on the bed, got a pillow and screamed into it. She can’t wait to see Seokjin again.

--- to be continued ---

#btsjin #bts fanfction #bts imagination #bts imagines #bts jin #btskismet #bts fic

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