#the suit looks like rainbows got vomited on it in one of the worst ways possible and yet it's oddly charming the more i look at it
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Masterlist of the masterlist - Harry Styles
I HAVE WRITTEN NONE OF THESE FANFICS, CREDITS TO THE WRITERS!
This is a masterlist of my reblogs :)
ONE DIRECTION
Fluff -
He doesn’t want to take advantage of you while you’re drunk (5/5)
You fall asleep on hijm in front of the boys (5/5)
Angst -
You get mobbed by paparazzi (Harry and Louis preference)
The one where your house is on fire and you are asleep (Niall preference)
You pass out (Niall)
Tiger (Niall finds his girlfriend looking in the mirror, judging her appearance)
HARRY STYLES
Fluff -
Choosing her (y/n overhears Harry sticking up for her)
The one where you have a huge fight and you are sick
Not your fault (fav. y/n has epilepsy and Harry feels helpless. TW - minor graphic description of an epilepsy attack)
Y/N is in a wheelchair and she is grocery shopping with Harry
Just talk (fav. y/n has a minor speech impediment and one of Harry’s friend makes fun of her for it. She doesn’t know how to react, Harry does.)
Tea mugs and tear stains (y/n gets overwhelmed and Harry helps)
Harry jokes about your moaning
A white t-shirt (Harry find out about y/n’s scars. TW - mentions selfharm/scars)
Y/N vomits down Harry’s gucci suit and Harry couldn’t give a shit (TW - throwing up)
Y/N falling in the shower and boyfriend!Harry getting ultra worried
You’re deaf and Harry is besotted with you
Cus y’laugh is pretty (in which Harry gets his wiskom teeth removed)
Y/N is stressed and Harry makes everything just a little bit better
Coming out to Harry as bisexual (good ending, no worries)
Sweater (y/n cold and steals Harry’s sweater)
Periods, pads and pain (Y/N is on her period)
Holding him (just pure love and affection)
He’s just jealous (fav. a small kids thinks Y/N is pretty and wants to sit with her)
My muse (TW - camille)
My hero (Harry being protective)
You’re poor and he doesn’t know
The best doctor (Y/N has chronic migraines)
First class (the one when Y/N and Harry meet during a long flight, and Harry makes a new little friend too) part 2
Your best friend negatively talks about you and Harry’s relationship and he overhears
Your english is so good yet, and someone makes fun of it. Harry does not appericiate that
The best gift (fav. Y/N can’t afford Harry’s life style. angst w/ fluff)
Right place, right time (fav. When someone starts following the reader, Harry is the prince on a white horse)
Harry points you out at his concert part 2 part 3
Y/N has an asthma attack at Harry’s place
Y/N gets drunk and uses Harry’s dick as a microphone
Y/N is breastfeeding in public and a man started saying rude remarkt to her, Harry knows how te react (fav)
Families meet (one where Harry’s family and Y/N Mexican family meet)
Her good baby (fav. Y/N has been really busy with a family program and kinda forgets about Harry. That’s until he breaks)
Spill your guts or fill your guts (based on spill you guts or fill your guts with Harry and Kendall but instead of Kendall it’s you)
Harry think Y/N and the kids forgot his birthday (fav)
CEO!Harry bring this baby angel to work, all fun until she gets lost
Y/N accidentally eating Harry’s edibles
Harry just cannot believe how much he loves
Harry and Y/N’s first thanksgiving in their home and a little announcement
Candy Wrappers (Harry loves candy, that results in a house full of candy wrappers)
Harry dating a curvy girl
Y/N and Harry’s home birth doesn’t go as planned
Under the canyon moon (dad!harry blowing raspberries into bubs tummy but they get a rash)
Y/N is in London while he is LA during quarantine (fav)
Quarantining with dad!Harry and your bub
Harry feels neglected when Y/N spends lots of time with Anne
Pregnant (where you’re pregnant during the corona outbreak and Harry is super protective)
Sunflower vol.6: the fic (fav. Y/N has tourette syndrome and Harry falls in love)
Bad days and good days (Y/N has depression and Harry takes care of her. TW - mentions of depression)
Mornings with the Styles family
Y/N following Harry around the house because she got scared watching a movie
Better than melatonin (Harry’s songs help you sleep)
Harry doing baby bubs hair in the bathroom while she’s facetiming Mitch (fav)
Harry helps you through childbirth
Anasthesia and letting go (reader has gotten their wisdome teeth removed and Harry takes care of them)
Getting naked in front of Harry for the first time
Harry reads Y/N a story to help her drift off to sleep
Want a chicken nugget (you’re taking a shower and Harry, knowing your love for chicken nuggets, comes and gives you one)
Rainbow cardigan (Harry loses his favorite cardigan. You learn how to knit)
My shy little boy (Y/N’s son is too shy to play with other kids at Anne’s house)
Golden dancing (fav. Harry is on stage singing golden and little Artemis comes running on stage and starts dancing)
Daddy (Artemis calls Harry daddy for the first time)
The first meeting (Y/N and Artemis met a handsome (to Y/N) and intimidating (to Artemis) man)
Watermelon suger (behind the scenes) (Shots of long-term girlfriend Y/N in watermelon suger. TW - some strong language)
Roses and vanilla (in which Y/N and Harry aren’t really close until Y/N falls in the shower, and Harry falls in love)
Babbles (bubby crying during a show just to get Harry’s attention so they can go on stage and babble into the mic)
No kids (H and his partner deciding not to have children)
Toxic family (fav. The reader doesn’t have the best family, lucky for them, the Styles are basically their family)
Harry’s son runs on stage
Listen to me (fav. Autistic!reader has a difficult moment)
Angst -
You pass out backstage
You have paranoia disorder
Can you leave? (fav. ceo!harry)
Complains (In which Y/N heard Harry complainging about her)
Taken (your abusive ex tries to contact you when Harry’s away on your. (TW - name calling and slight violence)
Autistic!reader has an interview with Harry (fav)
You get into a car accident when Harry’s in the middel of a concert part 2
Too busy for a baby (TW - harry’s an asshole + mentions of pregnancy)
Y/N gets anxiety at one of Harry’s concerts. (TW - anxiety and guns are mentioned)
He kicks you out of the car. (fav) part 2
Long way down (the one where she tinks he’s being unfaithful, and he questions the trust in their relationship. TW - mentions of creating and pregnancy complications) part 2
The one where you have a huge fight and you are sick
There’s a rumor being spread about you
Remember me (Harry forgets your birthday)
Harry calls Y/N clingy and she leaves
Harm done (fav. Y/N makes Harry food but he doesn’t even like it)
Harry coming home to find Y/N locked herself up in the washroom
Don’t touch her (you’re in the crowd and somebody touches you while Harry’s performing. TW - sexual harassment and mild assault)
Why would you keep something like this from me? (In which she’s been feeling umcomfortable and doesn’t tell Harry. TW - mentions of assault)
Y/N and Harry get in a bad argument and Y/N gets a panic attack (TW - panic attack)
And I can’t give that to you (fav. In which Harry suffers from seasonal depression ands he doesn’t know how to help)
So tired (you join Harry on tour but he seems to have other prirorites. Angst w/ fluff on the way) part 2
You have self-esteem issues (TW - talking about low self-esteem)
Y/N has an anxiety attack at a concert and calls Harry (TW - anxiety attack)
Even if it was momentary (in which Harry is forced to watch his worst nightmare)
Little white lie (a television talk show host feels you up backstage and you don’t tell Harry. TW - sexual harassment) part 2
He hides the fact that he’s sick on tour form you and insults you when you try to take care of him
There’s an intruder in her house (Harry comes home to find his girlfriend is being threatenend by an intruder. TW - some curse words, mentions of sex & just in general subject of break ins and panic)
Narcissistic behaviour (Harry loves to talka bout himself, but it’s suppose to be Y/N’s special day)
Miss you (where Y/N loses Harry’s rose ring and he gives them the silent treatment)
Dizzy (Y/N gets hurt on Harry’s watch. TW - fainting/passing out)
Happy birthday (in which Y/N throws Harry a suprise birthday party, but Harry ends up making her cry)
Harry comparing you to Camille
Exhaustedly in love (Y/N passes out as soon as Harry comes home from tour because she has been studying day and night)
Go home (in which Harry is jet lagged and you’re completely humiliated) part 2
Get out (Y/N is done with Harry being busy with work all the time) part 2
Anesthesia and apologies (fav)
Y/N has a condition that makes her have seizures (TW - mentions of seizures)
Harry loses his baby angel while shopping
Harry complains to the boys about Y/N and his sex life part 2
You’re in love with Harry but your self-doubt won’t believe he’s in love with you
Don’t shout (Harry doesn’t know what to do after he lied to Y/N)
Make it up to you (Harry loses his temper and almost hits you. TW - almost being hit by a lover and swearing)
I’ll get there (Y/N has been struggling with her body image ever since she was a teenager, but now that she was becoming a big time model, it had only gotten worse. TW - mentions of eating disorders and symptoms similair to those of a panic attack)
Smut -
Harry comes home to Y/N being in subspace but he doesn’t realize
Needy baby (the one where Harry’s bakc from tour and his girl really just needs to feel him)
Shower head
Harry gets emotional because he loves you so much
Taste my lips, feel my touch (Y/N’s stuck in subspace and Harry helps her out of it)
Where Harry is an asshole CEO but Y/N is his little love
Happy anniversary
Y/N goes into sub space when she is overwhelmed, but now it happend in public
Then again sometimes I get really sweet (TW - belly humping)
This cutest thing ever
Crossing the finish line
Right choice (Harry has a moustache now and you want get it sticky. TW - swearings, sexual intercourse and a sticky moustache)
Timing (Harry cumming early and he is upset and disappointed)
Cause I’m high, chewing on your taste (TW - Sub!Harry, H in fishnets and pegging)
Out in the heartland (It’s Harry’s birthday and you have a very special gift for him. TW - daddy kink, pegging, anal fingering and rimming)
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The Arrangement Ch 17
Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi
Chapter Summary: Part one of the photoshoot
Previous Chapter here
The work week proceeded as normal. Well, what had become normal. Delivering coffee and reminding Yoongi to eat, answering emails, trying to figure out which meetings Yoongi actually needed to go to and which ones were a waste of time. Of course you always went to the meetings, and holy shit you couldn’t believe the topics couldn’t have been discussed via email. You were looking forward to this particular day because you got to go visit Hoseok in the style department and Jimin had decided he was tagging along “for funsies.”
Yoongi was supposed to go and get measured and try on clothes for his photoshoot. When you reminded him that morning he laughed at you, “Uh no. Hoseok knows what size I wear. He can figure it out. Go look at the clothes and I might try some of them on tonight.”
You and Jimin met up for lunch and then headed up to the styling department.
“I’m excited. I’ve never been to a photoshoot before.” You said bouncing up and down in the elevator.
“Yeah, they’re pretty boring actually. Like if it’s with some of the hotter models it’s a little fun for the eye candy, but then you feel bad for them because they have to sit for so long making awkward faces. They are constantly getting their make-up and hair touched up. Touch base with craft services to make sure there’s plenty of water. The lights are bright.”
You took out your phone, “Oh thanks. I wouldn’t have even thought about that. Any other tips?”
“It’s Yoongi. It won’t take as long as it does with the other people. He’ll show up, do it, and leave. JK and Tae, especially Tae, want to chat with everyone on set and if they are together it takes foreeeeevvvveeeeeerrrrr.”
“Huh, ok. Thanks.” The two of you arrived at JHOPE Fashion and walked through the rainbow vomit doors.
Hoseok was wearing glasses with yellow lenses today, which made his dramatic facial expressions stand out even more. He immediately rolled his eyes. He pointed to you. “You are not Yoongi.” He pointed to Jimin. “And you are not Yoongi.” He put his hands on his hips. “So why are the two of you here?”
“I’m sure you can guess why.” You responded dryly.
“Ugh. That ungrateful man. I had lovingly hand stitched these pieces. For him. These patches...” Hoseok pressed his fingers together as though he was praying. “Fine. Fine. You. Y/N. Come. You. Jimin. Wait right there.”
Jimin’s eyes went wide. “Me? Why do I have to wait here?”
Hoseok turned from where he had started to walk towards the back. “You will thank me in a minute. A certain someone is coming to get his fitting in a few minutes.” He raised an eyebrow and then turned around, his heels clacking against the red tile floor.
Jimin started to blush profusely and before you could ask, Hobi interrupted, “Come new girl. We have work to do especially if that boss of yours refuses to come here and experience these magnificent beauties for himself.”
You followed him through the large door, which led to lime green hallways and then to a quiet, more muted workspace. The walls were lined with fabric bolsters, the middle tables with ribbon, thread, patches, paint. Paint?
Hoseok sat down. “From what I understand, this album will have an acoustic feel to it versus his previous albums. For that reason I have chosen these natural materials such as cotton, linen, and denim.” He spread out several pieces onto the large table. “I have also opted for a more neutral pallet, as much as it hurts my soul. I have chosen colors found in nature. I have chosen brightly colored accessories such as these silks to stand in contrast with the stiff fabric and more neutral colors he will be wearing. Additionally, I avoided black. We’ll see if he notices.”
You watched as he draped the red and purple silks over the top of the clothes. For whatever reason, you found it mesmerizing watching the fabric juxtapositioned in such a way. “It’s so cool to hear you tell a story just using clothes.” You said, somewhat enchanted.
Hoseok flicked his eyes up to you, “Thank you. That is what I try to do with my collections. Everyone’s outfit tells a story, even if they don’t mean for it to. May I?” He asked, stepping back and gesturing at you.
“Oh man. You know I don’t dresses fancy--”
“Shhhh you don’t tell me.” He looked at your outfit. You had opted for an Aline skirt and blouse with a casual blazer. “You had meetings this morning, that’s obvious by the jacket. You usually dress cuter. Which means you are either sick or not feeling great. You look fine. So I’m guessing...you are on your period. Sorry, this just comes out, I can’t stop it,” he paused for a moment as your jaw dropped open slightly. He stepped closer, inspecting the shoulders of your jacket. “The blazer is at least ten years old but you shouldn’t have had a blazer ten years ago unless it was for your school uniform and that isn’t a school jacket. Which means it probably belonged to an older sister or aunt. You are very responsible and well organized otherwise you wouldn't be Yoongi’s assistant. Therefore you are most likely the oldest or only child so that is your aunt’s jacket. Your blouse is nice. You actually like it, you’ve worn it twice in the week you’ve been working here. You bought it at a thrift store. You don’t spend a lot of money on yourself, but you are very confident. Therefore, it’s not that you don’t think you deserve nice things, it’s just that you can’t afford them so you likely grew up poor and it has continued into your adulthood.”
“Holy shit. You should be a detective.” You said to him.
“The shoes, I gave you last week. They don’t have a story yet, other than a very good -looking man in a suit helped you out because Jimin said you were a nice girl. You wear zero accessories which shows a lack of both funds and sentimentality. Most people have at least one piece of jewelry that means something to them, but if you have one, you don’t wear it.” He smiled at you, his white teeth gleaming. “ Now, how much am I right about?” He crossed his hands in front of his chest.
You clapped your hands as though you were in an audience. “All of it. Although I am still weirded out that you know I’m on my period. Next time I’m going to wear something skin tight to throw you off.” You joked.
“Well,” he started, “At least now that you work here you don’t have to worry as much right?”
Given the shitshow you went through this weekend you weren’t sure about that, but you shrugged, “It definitely pays better. And money doesn’t buy happiness, but it sure helps make some things less hard.” You gestured to the pile of fabric on the table, “So...what do I do? Take these clothes with me for Yoongi to try on or will they be at the photoshoot tomorrow? Do I need to bring them to the photoshoot?”
Hoseok sighed dramatically, “I could dress Yoongi drunk, in my sleep. He can just show up tomorrow and I will dress him then. My staff will make sure the clothes and accessories are at the photoshoot. Here,” He walked over to one of the garment racks. “More clothes for you. I know you have a big closet. And if you run out of space, just take Yoongi’s, he only wears like three things despite my best efforts.”
You laughed, “Yeah, you’re not kidding. Ok thanks,” You took the clothing. “I appreciate it.”
“It’s no trouble. Feel free to see yourself out, I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh and please make sure the catering has strawberries.”
“Strawberries? Got it.” You were learning so much today.
You exited the backroom and saw Jimin over near one of the pedestals. He was chatting with JK who was getting fitted with a corset. What an itty bitty waist, you admired. The two of them seemed to be having a good time and you had a new list of things to do so you waved at Jimin and headed to 1802 to drop off your new clothes. You had forgotten Hoseok knew you lived with Yoongi. The week had flown by.
You sent a text message to Jiwoo asking if you could stop by her desk and ask her a few questions to make sure everything was set up for tomorrow and then stopped by the apartment.
You conferred with her and learned how to navigate catering requests via the company website; apparently it wasn’t available on the app, good to know. you felt much better about the shoot tomorrow but still nervous and excited.
You knocked on the door to Genius Lab. No answer. Never any answer. You typed the code in and saw Yoongi wearing his headphones, lost in his own world. He had told you to just wait on the sofa when this was the case and that he would eventually notice you. Normally the smell of coffee was what alerted him to your presence, but you had come empty handed today. You sat down on the couch and took out your phone.
YN: I don’t mean to alarm you. But there’s something behind you.
You saw his phone light up. He ignored it for a minute, presumably to finish listening to a song, and then picked it up. You heard him laugh and take off his headphones. “You are the worst.” He spun around.
“So mean. Hey. Tomorrow is my first photoshoot. I checked on the outfits for you. By the way, Hoseok is like Sherlock Holmes with clothing. I learned I’m supposed to contact catering, I have hair and make-up requests in. Do I need to do anything else?”
Yoongi thought for a minute. He never really participated in that side of the photoshoot, now that he reflected on it. He walked his way through a day on set. “No. The changing rooms and photography are handled by other departments. Check with Jiwoo or Jimin, they’ve both set up a shoot before.”
“I did. I’m getting ready to send in the last food request. Any requests?”
“Mandarins. I don’t like to eat a lot on set because I don’t want stuff getting stuck in my teeth.”
“That makes sense. Ok. I’ll let you get back to it then.” You got up and stretched.
“Tomorrow will go fine. If you forgot anything, it will be somewhere in this building.” He reassured you.
“That makes me feel a lot better.” You said honestly. “Alright, I’ll see you around.”
“Later.”
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The next day arrived with Yoongi heading off to the hair and make-up department and you heading to the 11th floor to see what the photo set up looked like. You exited the elevator. Man your hands were sweaty, you followed the sounds of voices and made your way to the shooting location. The lighting crew was checking their overheads, a stand-in was posing on the various props they had set out. It looked as though there were three separate “areas” for shooting photos. One area had a large white couch, complete with coffee table, rubber plant, magazines. The whole set up designed to look like a living room. A second space was a blue sheet with a white background. The third space was a kitchen, complete with an island, stovetop, and refrigerator. Holy moly this space was huge. You marveled at it.
“Hello, can I help you?” An older man walked over.
“Oh hi, I’m YLN. Yoongi’s assistant. I was stopping by to check the set up. It looks incredible.”
“Thank you. Yes. Here, let me walk you through it.”
You received a tour of the set and also an overview of the order of shooting. You also found out that next week, weather permitting, there would be a second shooting at the park across the street. You got catering checked in, or at least pointed to the table and felt like you did a thing. The same happened when the clothing team showed up. You pointed to dressing rooms and the vanity where the accessories trunk should go. You were thankful no one had asked you any questions so far. This was a steep learning curve. You had hoped someone you knew might be here today to help ease your nerves, but so far, it was all new faces.
Finally, you saw one familiar face. Alice walked in, carrying a small case with her. You waved.
“Hey! It’s nice to see you again.” She said. “I had no idea you were Yoongi’s assistant until today.”
“Oh, yeah. I guess I didn’t mention that. I was so overwhelmed that first day,” you smiled.
“No worries. He was just telling me and Bongcha that he had an assistant now. He’s almost done. His make-up is setting. I’m on hair today which isn’t my strong suit, but it’s not like he’s needing a fancy up-do or anything and it’s good for me to practice.”
“Ok great. This is my first time at a photoshoot, so if there’s something I’m supposed to be doing but I’m not, can you let me know?” You confided in her.
“Absolutely. It looks like most of the stuff is set up how it usually is. Just remember,” she got closer to you and spoke quieter, “You are Yoongi’s assistant. Some of these people, especially these older guys will try to get you to do stuff like get their coffee, grab them snacks. That is not your job. It’s not by job. If they have an assistant, it’s their job.”
“I knew I liked you when we first met,” you smiled at her. “Thanks for the heads up.”
“Anytime Unnie.”
She walked over and took out her hair tools and placed them on the table reserved for hair and make-up. A few minutes later you saw Yoongi walk in wearing a black shirt and grey sweats. His face looked even more beautiful than normal. Next to him was a petite girl with long black hair pulled up into a ponytail, dragging a make-up train behind her. Yoongi looked around for a second, and then locked eyes with you. You saw the tiniest smile threaten to come out as he walked over.
“Hey. Everything here looks good.” He gestured to the room.
“Thanks. I didn’t do most of it, I just pointed and people seemed to know what to do already. Your face looks good.”
Yoongi chuckled, “You can thank Bongcha for that. Bongcha, this is YN.”
Bongcha stuck out her hand, “Hi. Nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Nice to meet you as well. You do good work. I give his face a 10/10. Highly recommend.”
“Well, it’s easy when you have such a great model to start with,” She smiled while looking up at Yoongi.
Yoongi had started to blush between the pair of compliments. “Is Hoseok here yet?”
“No not yet.” You took out your phone to see if you had any messages from Hoseok. Nope. You looked back up, “Bongcha, I’m sure you already know, but the make-up table is over there. Alice is setting up right now.”
“Great, thanks!” She headed over, her shiny hair swishing behind her.
Speak of the devil in blue himself, Hoseok strutted in at that exact moment wearing an electric blue suit. His crisp white shirt underneath popped beneath the jacket, and his pocket square had little sunshines on it.
“Wow. You look like the sky.” You said before you could help it.
“Thank you. Indeed. It was my inspiration today. It’s a crime to be indoors beneath these artificial lights on such a beautiful day. Oh well. It can’t be helped.” He laid eyes on Yoongi, like a predator gazing on its prey, “Yoongi. Baby. Come.”
Yoongi scrunched his face. “Don’t call me baby. If you miss the sunlight so much, leave. I know how to dress myself.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, you don't know which pieces go together.” Hoseok grabbed Yoongi by the shoulders and started leading him over to the clothing section, leaving you to laugh at the pair of them. You went over to the table you had set up for yourself between make-up and the food. You had printed off several lists that morning to help you stay focused. You checked off several action items. Satisfied, you sat your clipboard down and looked around. It was a well-oiled machine for sure. You walked over to the hair and make-up table. “Hey ladies.”
“Hey! Have you two met yet?” Alice asked, referring to Bongcha.
“Yep, we just did.” Bongcha confirmed, putting on her make-up apron and filling it with various powders and brushes.
“Ooooo we should do a make-up party sometime.” Alice squealed. “We try to do it with all the new girls. And since Yoongi is” she hushed her voice again “One of our favorites. We have to take care of his assistant.”
You smiled, “Sure. That sounds nice. Excuse me.” You decided to go see how the clothes were going.
“Yes. Yoongi’s assistant. So glad you’re here.” Hoseok turned to you.
“She has a name, it’s YN.” You heard Yoongi say from behind the curtain.
“Yes yes. I know. We talked yesterday, remember? At that meeting I scheduled for me and you that you did not come to. Anyways, here. The outfits are now coordinated. They have tags on them corresponding to their accessory in the accessory trunk. Some pieces have more than one option that the Director of Photography and Yoongi will decide on. Got it?”
You looked over the set up. It seemed simple enough since Hoseok had organized it so well .”Yep. You going out to enjoy the sunshine?”
“Honey, I am the sunshine. I’m off to get laid after having to deal with this cloudy baby.” He gestured to the changing room.
“Don’t call me baby.” Yoongi shouted from behind the curtain. You just laughed as Hoseok turned around and left. You waited for a few minutes.
“You ok in there? Need me to come help you put your pants on?” You teased.
“Not necessary.” Yoongi slid open the curtain. Why was everyone teasing him today? He pouted without thinking about it.
You walked over, straightening the collar of his shirt “Hey now, you can’t go around pouting like a baby and not expect people to call you one. Here,” you handed him a mandarin. He scowled at you as he took it. “Such a pretty face” You laughed.
“Yeah whatever. I can eat this while they set up the white meter. You should be fine to just hang around at this point.”
“Alright. Sounds good.” The two of you walked over to the main part of the set where the Director gave Yoongi instructions about where to sit as they practiced the blocking and softbox placement.
“Oh my god he looks so good eating that tangerine.” You overheard. Your eyes bugged out slightly and you turned around. A group of women from the photography team were looking at the images to check the saturation and focus, as well as apparently the model. Damn.
NEXT CHAPTER
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The Spare- Chapter 13
Hello fellow people, I’m sorry for the delay (The chapter has been posted on AO3 for ages and I don’t know what took me so long)
Credit for the Sweater-verse goes to the wonderful @lumosinlove
Chapter 13
TW: Violence, a bit of blood, forced outing, abusive families
In calls and texts:
Reg is normal
Ben is bold-italic
Mateo is italic
Jo is bold
When Reg got from the airport to the hotel to change into his suit, he learned that his mother had, indeed, tricked him again. The contacts on his phone were mostly deleted and he had to share a room with Severus, who was less than thrilled at the prospect.
"I have to share a room with you to make sure you stay mommies little boy! Rookie, I tell you, get close to that faggot and I rip you apart. I'm not getting shit from Riddle or your mother because you don't stay at the sight side." He growled at Reg and combined with the cold glare of his deep-set eyes, Reg was convinced that he could -and would- actually do that.
"Your mother will be here tomorrow to have a look herself." They had him... he could not escape... his happy family idea was gone; The universe had hit back. He thought of losing his Hobbits, as he named Jo, Ben and Mateo and it pained him too much to let it dwell. Reg closed his eyes with a sigh and a resigned nod.
Of course, they had to arrive at that damn Red Carpet together with Sirius and Tremblay. Walking behind Sirius was bad, walking there with Severus eyeing his every movement was worse but the worst was when Reg saw the look on Sirius' face. Tired, lonely, hurt. He heard bits of the questions his brother was asked and hurt with him. Hockey is about hockey, not what a player does in his spare time.
And there was nothing he could do. He had to re-watch the introduction with a proudly sniggering Severus four times this evening without a chance to sneak out and find Sirius. Reg considered drowning himself in the bathtub. He really ruined it for his brother ...and Remus. That poor guy who had probably lived a peaceful live until now, that he was accused of fucking his way up. What Regulus heard on the phone that dreadful night did not sound like he took advantage of his brother's fame.
The next morning, he briefly met his mother, who dismissed him curtly, her eyes scanning the players for his brother.
"Regulus, do what you are told. No missteps! You really thought I would let you roam freely, disgracing the name of Black even more?" her long nails were digging though his armour, her voice calm but freezingly cold. They would not let him go and stay with Ben and Mateo. He was stuck with his actual family. Although completely unhelpful, Regulus felt the abandonment by Sirius cut in his chest. He left me with them... he knew how they were, even then.
But determined as always, he tried to help Sirius. He came here to talk to him, to -hopefully- mend fences and become brothers again.
How do I even get to him secretly? Regulus was still finalising his tactic as he noticed Severus and his mother glaring daggers at Sirius, looking much better than yesterday and signing stuff for people covered in rainbow-flags. He made an uncommonly rash decision.
Regulus quickly skated over to his brother, almost knocking him over and tried to warn him without being obvious. If he looked angry, he could play it off as scolding, if his mother inquired. But Sirius didn't understand that he tried to warn him, not to berate him. Reg allowed himself his internal eye-roll as he had nothing else going for him. Connard stupide.
That damn Tremblay wouldn't go away either and there was not much he could explain without him overhearing. Il est trop relou. He's annoying.
And before Regulus had conveyed the, rather important, message that their mother was coming for him, Snape called him over. After the skills-competitions, which he lost (much to the disdain and disappointment of his mother), he was ushered into the hotel room, petulantly supervised by Severus until the next day.
During the games, Snape couldn't hover around him and Regulus was paired to play with Sirius. He was not sure whether he should be glad or upset about this. He missed his few days of peace with his Hobbits, missed the easy conversations with Jo, missed being Reg.
Regulus felt miserable. Sirius had made it clear that he did not want him anymore and he dreaded going back to the prison that was his life. He rubbed over the butterfly stitches, closing the cut at his thigh and somewhat cursed meeting Ben at all. Without him, he wouldn't have known how lousy his life actually was. He was not in the mood anymore to get through to Sirius although the All-Star people all but shoved him into his face. He wanted to be left alone.
That was, until Sirius spoke, really spoke to him. Made clear that he did not hate Regulus, called him Reg, told him that he would help him get out if he wanted to.
His thoughts were twirling in his brain. There was a rapid shift in their estranged relationship, one that Reg loved. But they hadn't talked about the outing-thing and he grew more and more terrified of losing it all over again when he opened up. But Sirius seemed quite happy with the prospect of sorting things out. Alors, because he has no idea of the shit-show on the horizon.
Reg was happy, too. His brother really stayed with him. He did not go after the interviews, where he found the courage to openly support his brother, not just quietly in his mind. But he was also scared out of said mind by the prospect of returning to Slytherin, especially after that public statement.
Sirius turned to him. “Come back to Gryffindor with me. Minnie got you a seat with me and Logan. Tomorrow.”
There was an out? Relieve beyond belief soared though Reg as his brother pulled him into a hug. They hadn't done that in years. But the embrace triggered a chain of thoughts that yanked him out of his comfort. Ben. He thought there was an out before, but Ben and Mateo were not in the position to really help him, as much as they wanted to. Sirius, on the other hand had quite a bit of leverage.
Reg felt ungrateful.
That weird guy who found him bleeding and crying in the shower, hugged him, took him home and just made him part of the family in three days.
"You know what, I’m your mom now!”
“I’m talking now as your fried -or co-mom, apparently..."
Both, Ben and Mateo said that after Reg confessed what he had done. Even then, they wanted him to be there, to stay with them. He wanted to be with them, too but not with everything else waiting in Slytherin. His throat was tight. Reg wanted both. He wanted to keep this new-found people and be with his brother. And he felt like shit for assuming Sirius gave him a better chance for an escape.
But Reg and Sirius hadn’t talked yet. His brother new nothing. Would he still be so inclined to take Reg with him if he knew who turned his life inside-out? He needed to talk to him before they boarded the plane. And he needed to talk to Ben and Mateo. And Jo. Wonderful, funny Jo, who was open, honest and kind. Who cared for him and liked him as person, not as hockey player. And Jo, who he would probably leave behind just like Ben and Mateo for his brother. If Sirius still wanted him.
The fear of losing so much nearly overwhelmed him. He needed an out.
“Okay,” Regulus said into Sirius’ neck, voice thick. “Okay."
They would meet at Sirius room in about an hour. Time for Reg to sneak into his own room and gather his things, hopefully without running into Severus.
Thank all the deities whose existence I doubt that Severus is anywhere but in there. Reg thought relieved after closing the door behind him. He felt a bit calmer now that he made a plan. He would call the Hobbits from a telephone booth he saw on his way (Apparently, they still existed).
A small piece of paper with the number was shoved into his pocket by Mateo before he went to the airport in Slytherin.
"Just in case."
oOo
"Hello?"
"Ben?"
"Reg? Hi! Is everything OK? What kind of number is this?"
"We watched All Star all day, you did great!!!" Jo's voice drifted in from the off
"Erm... yes, well... um...I call from a telephone booth and I- I kind of need to talk to you guys."
"Okaay... I didn't know these things still exist. Anyway, do you want me to put you on speaker?"
"OK." Reg felt so nervous, his voice was tight, his gut clenched.
"Hello there, Reg! What's up?" Mateo.
"Erm..." The Reg of question had no idea how to approach the issue, but time was pressing.
"Come on, it's us. What's bothering you?"
"I- I talked to Sirius and he wants to take me with him home but he doesn't know it's all my fault and Maman will not let me stay with you she will find a way and if I don't leave with Sirius I might never get out of there but I do not want to leave you guys and I do not want to be ungrateful but I feel like this but I really want out of there but maybe Sirius doesn't want be with him once he finds out and please don't hate me." Once the floodgates opened it all came out in a stumbled, confused word-vomit.
Smooth and collected.
"Whoa, whoa Okay. Keep calm, everything's okay. Just let us go through that one at a time. Do you have enough coins?"
"Yes." He choked out.
“Good. So, we try to repeat to what you have told me in some kind of order, and you tell me if we got that right, OK?”
"OK."
"You talked to your brother and he wants to help you out of your abusive situation. You think that he can really help you, but you are afraid he doesn't what once he learns how he got outed, right?"
Reg couldn't answer. That was on point. Instead, he let out a deep sigh. "Mhm."
"Okay. Well, we do not know Sirius. So, we don't know how he might react but at least on the screen he seemed to be getting more confident with this. Talk to him. I'm sure he sees that, while you accidentally started the whole thing, the reaction of the people is not your fault."
"But-" Reg all but choked out. He was so fucking afraid. “But what if not?”
"I know. Maybe you have to trust him a little there."
"I- I try. There is not much else I can do anyway, is there?" A bitter laugh escaped his lips.
"Well, you could also come back to us. I know you said your mother wouldn't let you." Ben said quickly before Reg could tell him exactly that.
"But if everything else fails, rebook your flight to another time and we get you directly from the airport. Please keep that in mind. Our door is open for you. We're your moms, after all."
"None of us is mad because you want to get out. We want you to get out, too. You are not ungrateful. It's not that you walk out on us or anything."
"Also, phones and stuff exist, obviously. Or did you plan to say goodbye now and never call again?"
Jo hadn't said anything so far and Reg ached with the slight insecurity in her voice. But then all the other things they said seeped through his mind, followed by warmth. They did not hate him; They were not angry. He hadn't messed up, so far.
"I- No. No, this is not a goodbye. I just wanted to talk to you, let you know what changed."
"And that was very nice of you, my son. Now, better go and talk to Sirius, yeah? And please give us a short call or send a message later. So that we know whether we have to kidnap you on Slytherin airport, or not." Ben sounded like he was joking but practically ushered him from the phone.
For the last five minutes, any unsuspecting hotel guest on floor three would have had the opportunity to observe one Regulus Black attempting to knock on a door and failing repeatedly.
Alors, Regulus Arcturus Black. Where are your metaphorical balls? Knock on that fucking door already!
The moment he did, he regretted it a little. Sirius flung the door open, phone at his ear, grinning. Hey. He mouthed and jerked his head to beckon Reg inside. Once the door was closed, Sirius looked at him again, still grinning and gesturing at his phone. Remus. Want to say hi?
Reg was very sure that he did not want to say hi. He still dreaded the wrath of both of them and shook his head no, looking pained.
oOo
Looking at the frantic shaking head of his brother, Sirius felt his stomach knot. What if he's not as accepting as he told the media? Does he hate me after all?
After saying goodbye to Remus and hanging up, there were a few eternities of awkward silence. They hadn't been alone in a room together since... a long time ago.
"Alors... Reg, erm" Sirius switched to French now. It felt more comfortable, like they were children again. "Would you like to tell me about what ha-"
"I'd rather not talk about that right now." Reg fidgeted nervously at the frayed cuffs of his sweater.
"Yeah, yeah. Sure." His brother looked like he'd rather just go to bed and never talk again but Sirius really had to ask before taking him to Gryffindor.
"Did you mean it? You really support me?"
"What do you mean?" Reg just glanced up from intensely memorising the pattern of the carpet.
"I suppose you followed twitter" At his dry tone, an eyebrow of Reg moved upwards.
"Yes, I did... But who you spend your free-time with and what you choose to do with them is indifferent to your hockey play."
"Warm words as always, loving brother." Now, the second eyebrow followed.
"Okay well, fuck you! You left me there, with our parents expecting me to outdo your every move! I know they are horrible, but you went and got better without me. You promised, to always be my brother, to be there for me. And then, you weren't. You abandoned me! Do you know how much I envied you for having friends, a team that supports you and genuinely likes you as a person, not just your play?”
"Reg..." Sirius tried to reach out to his brother, but Reg backed away.
"S-Sorry, that's not what I came here for. I wanted to tell you..." but the sentence just trailed off into tense silence.
"What is it?"
"I..."
"Come on, spit it out"
"I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry about the situation."
"For what? Me being gay?" baffled, Sirius could only stare at his brother.
"No... for getting you into that situation... I did not want to hurt you or Remus"
"Well- Wait what?" Something awful was dawning in Sirius mind.
"I overheard your call on thanksgiving, you weren't exactly quiet... and please believe me I did not want this to happen... I-" Sirius felt suddenly cold all over.
"What. Did. You. Do?" his voice was barely above a whisper.
"It was at the Snake's Christmas... I- I was so lonely because of that Interview I was basically grounded and under constant observation... and I thought you hated me after that and... and I didn't want to - it just kinda slipped. I thought they all were too drunk to notice but-"
"Regulus." Crashing headfirst into the boards was pleasant compared to what Sirius felt right now. "Really I'm so-" Reg stammered, voice thick and eyes fixed on his shoes.
And next Sirius' fist crashed into his brother's face, sending him to the floor.
Sirius took a few ragged breaths, ready to succumb into a fit of rage but looking into his brother's face, almost a mirror of his own, eyes wide and blood tickling from his nose, not even trying to defend himself, he realised that this was not Regs fault… Sirius knew how their parents could get, knew the Snakes, knew that feeling of loneliness from when he was that young. His brother did not want to harm him but most importantly, it was not Regs fault how the public reacted and that he run away from Remus at the airport… Long ago, he promised himself to never hurt his baby brother, to protect him…. Sirius eyes welled up as he yanked him off the floor and pressed him to his chest. I'm sorry. Je suis désolé, je suis désolé... I'm sorry... I left you there, all alone... I'm sorry...
Regulus looked up into his face, tears streaking his face, too while both realised that although there is so much work to do between them after hall they lived through and did to each other, that they still have each other.
oOo
"Do you love him?" The brothers were sitting opposite each other on Sirius' bed, legs stretched out between them, both a cup of tea in their hands, Reg still pressing a tissue to his nose. Sirius was telling Reg about the general situation in Gryffindor.
"Yes", Sirius didn't even hesitate for a heartbeat.
"Have you actually put in the effort to tell him?" He leaned back against the headboard, crossing his legs.
"Reg, stop smart-assing."
"I see." Reg smirked a bit, " Then maybe, you know, mention it sometime. Or is he psychic?"
"You are a git."
"You like me."
"I ldo" Sirius snorted. " but I am still mad at you."
"As you have every right to be."
"Reg, ...why did you not speak to me first?"
"You mean because talking about feelings was exactly the sole centre of our upbringing?"
"You are not helping your cause."
"Je le sais. Je suis désolé mon frère... je suis sérieux." I know. I'm sorry... I really am.
oOo
After a few beats of a little more comfortable silence, a sudden reminder pinged through Reg's thoughts.
"Oh. I almost forgot. Can I take your phone to send a text? Mine is still spied at." He piped up rather automatically, then saw his brother's eyes narrow.
"Who would you want to text?"
"Erm..." Reg felt his cheeks heat, no idea how to explain this fever-dream-situation but the raised eyebrow with the expectant look on Sirius' face made him spill something. Reg thought it was a rather messily told story, but his brother seemed to follow.
"So, you had a meltdown after the tweed outing me and ...the guy that, cleans the stadium put you back together, had you checked by his EMP boyfriend and then took you home with the boyfriend to ...feed you soup and hug you good-night after telling you their life-stories?
"Yes."
"And then you came back to them two days later and told them about our family and they just offered you to live with them and -and announced themselves your mom and co-mom, while you refer to them as the Hobbits because they are short and friendy?"
"Yes."
"You are aware of just how absurd that sounds?"
"Mhm." Reg was gnawing at his bottom lip. He had not mentioned Jo so far. This was odd enough already.
"Just checking... Well, then go on." Sirius threw his phone across the bed, thinking of how lucky Reg got with these people but also looking for a catch.
This is Sirius' phone. I survived and will accompany him to Gryffindor tomorrow. Hugs, Reg. he quickly typed the message and sent it on its way.
When he woke up the next morning, around five, he found himself curled up on his side, head at the foot of the bed. Lifting said head, he caught a sight of his brother, mirroring his position so that their calves were at the back of the other.
"Just as we used to." He mumbled before carefully getting up and heading for the bathroom, getting ready for his flight.
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DoHifu: Eye Colors
Anon asked: Can I request character x character? I'm sorry, but I can't find a post with rules, oraz something like that ;^; Hey! It’s ayt! Also it’s here: https://hyphypmic.tumblr.com/rules — Doppo was sure he was one of those guys who wouldn’t meet his soulmate. For one thing, his right eye was fucking gold with multicolored flecks in them. Gold. Not just some sort of anime yellow, it was fucking gold, like an actual coin or a bar. To add to the insult, the eye was disgustingly beautiful that Doppo wished that it was his instead. He would stare at it in the mirror, knowing that it probably belonged to someone who was astonishingly gorgeous, or handsome for that matter. He would hate that eye so much because it sometimes was a huge contrast to his astonishingly boring blue eye color, with nothing but tiredness written in it. Good luck finding that golden eye color in Japan. He was an anomaly as well, his left being a bright blue, so whoever the poor sap was, he was sure he had the small satisfaction of knowing that they were having a hard time too. Or maybe they didn’t care. And Doppo was gay. Really. His soulmate would have to be a boy then, unless the world was truly cruel enough to have him fucking be platonic soulmates with a girl and have the biggest let down of his life, proving his search would prove futile for that heat of romance or passion. Because soulmates in this universe have the eye color of the one in their right eye, so basically everyone has heterochromia. The left eye being their own eye color, decided by genes or whatever. When the two soulmates make eye contact, their eyes would become the color of their own and they would do whatever they would want to do after that. Doppo has dated people before, but the entire soulmate aspect was the biggest deal breaker for them. He had flings, mostly to let out whatever sexual frustration he had in him, sometimes he would fuck in his bedroom, their bedroom, or at the back of a bar depending on his mood. It was the damn soulmate thing that always had them leaving, both parties thinking the eye color change was just delayed because of Doppo’s tendency to stress... but it never happened. He gave up after a while, all of those flings seeming pointless. So he buried himself in his job, since he was ridiculously good at it anyway. Doppo glanced around at people on the street, and it so happened that most of them had eyes that were the same color. Good for them. They’ve met their soulmate, or even just looked at them. Worst of luck is that you’d make eye contact and only realize your eye color changed when you get home. But still a lot better than Doppo’s futile search. Doppo rubbed his face and looked up, the neon lights nearly blinding him, making him a little dizzy with the multitude of colors. He’d always have to pass by this part of town to get home, and he didn’t exactly enjoy nearly getting vomited on, or bumped into by party-goers or getting pulled into host clubs. He had no business being there. He shook his head and focused back down on the ground beneath his feet, as if determined not to make eye contact with anyone. But fate really had to be fucking with him. He passed by a club and he found himself stumbling backwards into the wet pavement. He cursed aloud and was ready to hurl a middle finger at whoever was dumb enough to not look where they were going. He would usually apologise and generally be a pushover, but the office romance this morning between his boss and the new intern, the romance on the streets when he got home, the amount of “I’m sorry’s” and “excuse me’s” he uttered, all of that was beginning to grate on his nerves. He looked up, a curse on his lips, and he found his breath hitching as he beheld the one who stumbled out of the bar with a few yells of goodbye or see you tomorrow. It might have been the rainbow flags in the back or the neon lights that made it seem so, but Doppo saw the gold in the left eye mixed with the multicolored flecks that he hated to love so much. The man’s black pupils finally met with his and he gasped. Doppo had all but a moment to watch as the stranger’s right eye, the right eye that was the same color as his left, the blue that he found dull, changed into that brilliant gold with the flecks he lost himself in sometimes when he daydreams. The blonde stranger stared back, and Doppo knew that his eye was changing color at that moment. They both looked like they weren’t breathing, and an off part of Doppo took note of the man’s blonde hair with the green highlights, that looking meticulously groomed as much as the rest of him. He had only a dress shirt on and slacks, the jacket slung on his arm. The man’s face was astonishingly beautiful, his lips sensuous, his nose perfect, and his body... looked like it was trained by the way the suit fit well around his body. Doppo became conscious of his own clothes and hair at that moment, but the stranger got down and squatted, those golden eyes ever so alluring. The salaryman made no move to change his position on the ground as the stranger looked at him. Their eyes now the color of their own. The stranger looked Doppo up and down, taking note of the outfit he wore, the messy red hair with the blue highlights... Stranger smiled, a brilliant white smile that Doppo would never forget. “Hello!” The man hiccuped. “Sorry!” He smiled again. “I’m drunk right now.” He then giggled. “But I’m sure your eye color just changed right? Right?” The stranger leaned forward, inches away from Doppo’s face as if he was making a move to kiss him on the street. The blonde giggled again, the flecks taking the color of the neon lights. “You’re cuteeee~” The alcohol Doppo scented on the man’s breath was enough to get him standing up. “I-“ He took the man by the shoulders and helped him stand up. He tried to think of words to say, but they died on his tongue because he couldn’t... he couldn’t really say anything. “Whoa!” The man said and leaned against Doppo. Damn Doppo for leaning into that warmth. He giggled again. “Sorry! Had a bit too much.” He smiled at Doppo, his eyes focused despite the amount of alcohol he probably consumed. “Your eyes are pretty, I was quite jealous of them!” “J-jealous?” Doppo could barely believe the words. “Your eyes-“ “The blue is so beautiful!” The blonde giggled and twirled his fingers in Doppo’s hair. The salaryman found himself leaning into the damn touch again, it was like something he didn’t know he craved. “I love staring at it.” He poked Doppo’s nose. “I like staring at you.” “I...” Doppo was at a loss for words, common sense telling to push the man away, regardless if he was his soulmate or not. “My name is Doppo.” He managed to choke out instead because if anything, his heart was beating and some sort of “Doooopppooo?” The blonde repeated and wrapped his arms around Doppo’s neck. “I like it!” He laughed again. “I’m Hifumi!” “Hifumi.” Doppo repeated, a smile threatening to split his face open, his heart beating ridiculously fast. Hifumi nuzzled Doppo’s neck. “Finally found you.” He paused and looked back at Doppo. “I...” He hiccuped. “Uh...” He looked around. “Do you want...” He giggled. “Coffee? I need to... sober up.” Doppo knew it was 22:00 already but... he couldn’t find it in himself to say no. “S-sure.” Hifumi’s smile brightened up whatever darkness was in his heart as the blonde laced his fingers with Doppo’s. “Let’s goooooo!” The blonde jumped. Doppo’s common sense was telling him to not go to a coffee shop with a complete stranger, albeit his soulmate, but still a stranger. But Doppo couldn’t find it in himself to care. Because he found him. He found him. He finally fucking found him... and he was more than what he could have imagined.
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Cracks in the Wall
Its ya boy, tired child looking for job. Its been a while since I posted a story but Lavi won the last poll (landslide even). Next story will be about the first time samger and Meiyo meet but I hope you enjoy this one!
Most planeswalkers would have servants, assistants or little creatures to help them with work. Not me, the most overworked walker that I know off. Now, I could spawn a large amount of spotters to try to help but without any form of appendages to write with or mouths to speak with, they wouldn’t get far. You would think I’d have some sort of plan for this but it seems as though my forward thinking is complete and utter-
“Lavi? I can never tell if you can hear me on this. The job is done. What’s next?” The voice came through one of the many spotters that floated about my room like palm-sized dust mites. Based on both the feminine, almost siren like, voice and the spotter’s form being extremely similar to a goldfish, it seemed to be Nozari. Thank god. I sat at my desk and the fish spotter floated atop the desk to eye level. It bounded in front of my face as I rested it inside of my hands.
“Well, step one is getting off the plane but if you’ve already done that, I’ll send you a bit of money within a few days. Your next job is finding a certain planeswalker. His title is the Immortal and he was last spotted on Tarkir. Quite tall, probably missing some skin at this point, hard to miss.”
“Tarkir? Can’t say I’ve heard of that…”
“Wonderful. It's a terrible plane. Tons of dragons, lots of fire, lightning, poison and many things that don’t like merfolk or would assume you are an overgrown bass that has learned to walk on two feet.”
“Why am I being sent there exactly?”A sigh followed her question and her voice was full of disdainful annoyance. Not that out of the ordinary for her to be entirely honest.
“I can send Alexander if you prefer.” She made a gagging sound, presumably nodded and signed off. Not a second too soon, if you ask me. Her and Alexander were some of my assistants. Well, I say assistants but they are more like mercenaries. I pay them coin, they find concerning planeswalkers and deal with them. Nozari is non-lethal and Alexander is… Alexander. Now I can hopefully make some headway on these papers-
“Lavi~ Guess who’s here to do some fun stuff today!” A masculine yet flamboyant voice that sounded like wet paint being thrown across a canvas came from the main hall. Another spotter, this one with the same colors as bird who live in paradise, came close and it seemed to be one of my least favorite generals. I tossed on robes that seemed ill-suited to the current heat and stepped out of my mess of a study.
The window blinds were half-closed, letting fragments of the sunrise come through. Songbird calls mixed with footsteps filled the wide hallway as I trotted to the main hall. The man, who has already decided to redecorate one of the walls of the room, was wearing fluorescent clothing, that had the closest description as a rainbow that vomited on a tailor’s workshop, and hair the color of dying fall leaves. The painting, if you could really call his art style ‘painting’, was a horrendous rendition of two merfolk and a high-class woman messing about in his latest experiment. The closest thing to a greeting that we exchanged was a half-nod and a sigh from myself.
“To what do I owe the pleasure today, Rotek?” I only just realized that I sounded like a sick frog that cannibalized a smaller one. Hopefully, he doesn’t mind if a spotter ran about to fetch a glass of water for me. Without even turning to face me, he spoke like I was an audience of twenty.
“The experiment went wonderfully! There were no major deaths. Three walkers came in and they all left. Two seemed quite normal and the third seemed a bit…” He dabbed his brush on the regal looking doodle, that was partially on my artwork. My new artwork. It cost close to three weeks of work. Wonderful. The sound of shattering glass from the direction of where I sent the spotter made this conversation all the better. My hand was reaching for the bridge of my nose as I spoke.
“Did you get names or are you here to showboat?” I could feel my eyes rolling into the back of my skull as I spoke. Rotek might be useful for his knowledge and magic but his… artistic freedoms made things like diplomacy, discussions and basic talking like pulling teeth. He spun on his heels, tossing a letter from his breast pocket at my flailing arms. Barely caught it as well. Why do people throw so many things at me. They know I can’t catch.
“I know your whole deal is peace and the prevention of disasters so think of this as an invitation to my next art piece.” His voice was much more somber now, almost sad to speak of the thing that gave him the most passion. I tore open the note and flipped it out, skimming across it. In large bolded letters, it said ‘The Destruction of Ravnica. Performed by an elder dragon. Watch as I paint the final moments of the most populated plane of the multiverse.’ Several of the spotters floated around the note, desperate to get so much as a glance at it. With a soft breath, the note became blank and wasted away in my grasp.
“You’re helping someone destroy a plane!” I spoke with the anger of a dragon that was woken by a farmer after sleeping for millennia. The heat on my face most likely made me look like a tomato, or a pyromancer. Same thing really.
“Capitalising on what will happen, really. I can’t stop it nor can any of the others. I’d suggest you get your friends to help evacuate or, more likely, work with some of the walkers there. No reason for that many sparks to be extinguished.” He had no enjoyment in his voice. His brush was thrown to the floor, spilling paint across the tiles. His artwork was melting off as well. I need to control my temper better.
“Fine. Keep this a secret from the other generals then. No reason to get Ice or Shadow excited about a plane dying.” My hand was glued to my nose bridge and a thumping sensation was deepening in my temples. Rotek patted me on the shoulder and disappeared with a rainbow light following his exit. My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is now ruined, suffice to say.
The normal rhythm I kept with my steps become erratic and the space around me shifted, warped and fragments came out of focus. I heard stories that something like this would happen but I was hoping, no, praying they were just rumors. What used to be a wall became a time-worn veranda with ivy growths burgeoning beneath the posts. Several spotters floated towards me with concerned visages. The goldfish led the pack and I dragged it by the tail to my desk. A haze came over the eye that took up most of its body and I decided to speak first.
“Nozari, forget the other mission. Find Alexander. I need to talk to you both.” My words were rushed. Something was welling up in my throat and a sickness flooded my stomach. The floater I sent, what felt like years ago, returned with a bottle of sparkling cherry juice. It took hardly any seconds to drink several fingers worth.
“What? What about the immortal? I’m not gonna abandon this mission!”
“The Immortal can wait. It's not like he’ll die anytime soon!” Some papers became dotted with droplets from the neck of the bottle. I cursed under my breath. That’s even more things to fix.
“Shouldn’t I just come there? Why can’t you say it now? I have plans later you know! I finally found a cute dress that fit!” She did mention something about a cute girl earlier. Explains why she’s been more relaxed recently. Or anxious. I think both is the answer. She’s a bit more of a mess than me.
“You bring yourself and Alexander here after your plans then. I won’t force you to do your job but keep in mind: you swore to help me protect planes and right now, I think your possible lover would understand a canceling.” The strangest thing about Nozari’s knowledge of languages was that she could be annoyed in all of them and curse like a sailor in most of them. They all sound beautiful as well. Perhaps merfolk have- Introspection into the different races of the multiverse can wait after the problem is fixed.
“Fine! I’ll be there tomorrow with the problem child! You owe me something other than money for canceling this date though!”
“Would a pearl necklace suffice? An associate got fresh batch of chocolate ones during a trip to Ixalan.”
“Oh dear Kosi. Its that bad?”
“Horrendous is a better term in my opinion.” The faked joyfulness I spoke with seemed like a different flavor of sarcasm and she noticed.
“Any idea where he is?” My silence was more than enough of an answer. With a groan, she hung up. Well, hung up is the wrong word. She smacked the spotter on her end which ended its transmission. They are small but quite durable. I think that’s her favorite way to end our little talks. Fifty times ended in that way now. Anyway.
My hands were already massaging my skull. The droning in the back of my mind was a voracious woodpecker that just ended a fast. A growling came from the sick that slept in my stomach. This is the worst day of my life. And I almost died! To be fair, who hasn’t really. Planeswalkers are strange. The drink helped to an extent so, I couldn’t blame the situation on a lack of caffeine or sugar. Sleep was always an excuse but I don’t wish to sound like a broken record. I need food. A distraction. Something.
Knocking came from the door. A rarity would be an understatement. Something that no one has ever done before would be more fitting. I creaked open the door, whose rusted screeching made the throbbing of my skull even worse, and saw the chubby, blonde hair-framed face of Lisbeth greeting me.
“You alright, hun? Rotek said to leave you alone but you’re a bit looking pale.” Her smile was the only warm part about her. Her clothing and personality were normally cold but around me and some of the other generals, she acted like a concerned mother. Why did Rotek even talk to her? I thought fire and ice don’t mix. I fake coughed a bit to make it seem I was stable.
“Everything is fine. If you bought anything, leave it at the door. I’m busy.” I said with clear irritation in my voice. It seems the frog in my throat became an annoyed toad at this point. She chuckled a bit and dropped a basket of what smelled like mouth watering baked bread. She said something along the lines of ‘call me when you’re better’ but the migraine become worse from the scent of the bread. Why does she always bring me food?
It did not take long for me to drag the basket into my room and for me to greedily devour every baked snack she provided. My stomach seemed to be resting but the migraine and anxiety continued to fester. The walls around me slowly began to dissipate, turning into white gold light before me. I finally got off my floor, tightened some heavy duty boots on and began walking to the door. If a plane was to be destroyed, I wanted to learn all I could about it before then. Perhaps. I’ll even find a distraction while I’m there.
#lavi#mtg#fanwalker#nozari#rotek#lisbeth#alexander#my writing#stories#this one took a while#next one I might do a poll for word count#i'm trying to work closer to 2k now
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Hogwash-idea
(So since JK Rowling is asking like a trash again, I figured I’d posted the Hogwarts story idea I wrote when I was in middle school baed off of a tumblr idea about a few ideas a read on tumblr, mainly one about a Muslim student at Hogwarts, which happens to be Alma but, I never learned enough about the religion to feel like I could write it even remotely correctly.)
And pleas let me say that I also had plans to add two gay couples (one was two boys, one from Spanish boy from Slithern named Cole and one was from Raven claw, was an African American named Jack) (other couple was to girls, one named Oliva and was from raven claw and one was Abbigail who comes uo later in this rant part) a bisexual boy named Eric from hufflepuff puff ti the group and a trans griffindor girl, name Abbigal, who was supposed to have freckles and always wear pink just b/c she likes it.)
Year one, day zero
It was a normal day at platform 9 3/4. Wizard and muggle parents were hugging their children goodbye before they left. One family had a young eleven year old who was trying to escape his mother's grip.
Graham's mother was hugging him to death while giving him kisses. Each time she would kiss his blushing cheeks red lip stick stain in her lips place. Meanwhile behind his mother, his father was holding back a stiff laugh while his little sister hugged his legs tightly. Meanwhile his grandfather just watched from a distance with a look of disgust on his face as he saw muggles walk by. Each one of these family members had bright blond hair so, it was easy to tell who was related.
"Ma, stop it. You're embarrassing me!" Graham complained. His mother kept hugging him to death. Like always her long blond hair flew in the wind with ever move she took. As for her black dress, it went to the floor, covered her arms completely and had a red belt to it. She also had a grey cape over her back.
Meanwhile his little sister Tulip whipped her running nose on his black pant leg. She was wearing the same perfect red puff dress as always. Her hair was always in perfect curls too. The young six year old girl always found a way to look as cute as possible. Even while crying her eyes out.
"Melissa, we have to let him go. Even his owl is getting impatient." His father chuckled. Graham's mother let another snuffle escape her mouth as she let go of her baby boy. Tulip copied her mother but, ended up hugging her mom's legs instead.
"I know but, I can't help it. It feels like just yesterday I was holding him in my arms and now he's off to Hogwarts." Melissa sobbed looking at her young son. Her dark brown eyes were filled with almost as much tears that were in her daughter's brown eyes. She pushed her hands through her son's blond hair with a sad smile. Graham reached up and held his mothers hand.
"Mom, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. I'm gonna be just fine." Graham smiled. His mother gave him another sad smile before she walked over to her husband. She some how had escaped her daughter's grip. Which was probably why she was back to hugging his legs while crying.
"Tulip, I gotta go." Graham smiled as he messed with his sister's perfect hair. She looked up with big tears in her eyes.
"Don't forget about me." She begged as she finally let go.
"How can I forget my favourite flower?" Graham asked as he put his left hand back on his suit cases. Meanwhile the snowy owl that had been walking back in forth on it's cage was now trying to find a way out. The cage began rocking back and forth while sitting on top of his suit cases.
Graham just sighed as he began to walk into a large train that had just pulled up to the station. Meanwhile his crying mother and sister were hugging his father to death. Yet, his grandfather raced over and pulled him into a hug. Graham froze before hugged him back. His grandfather usually was never like this. Not even at his great uncles funeral.
"Stay away from mudbloods. They don't deserve to be with us today." His grandfather whispered in his ear. Graham sighed. Wizards born by normal non magic users were known as his grandfather's worst enemy. In fact, there were rumours going around his home that he killed two muggle children at a beach and was never charged.
Graham preyed that those weren't true. Yet, he knew there was a chance that this happened. After all his grandfather talked about being a death eater at house parties at their place. Were they true? Only his grandfather knew.
"I will." Graham lied. His grandfather pulled away with a Saturn smile on his face.
"Good." His grandfather stated as a loud whistle rung out from the train behind them. Quickly he turned his back and hurried into the train. A few more children ran in after him. You could hear them laughing an stalking with each other. Then everyone ran to the windows as the train began moving.
Graham hung out an opened window. His little sister, mother and father were waving goodbye from where they stood. That is until his sister as well as his mother chased the train with tear running down their faces. He waved goodbye whole yelling,
"See you all this Christmas!"
The he turned around to see six children staring at him. Quickly they all turned around but, he knew why they were staring.
(Sorry text is stuck like this for some reason now)
He was apparently related to a death eater. It was like a sort of disease at this school. Everyone hated them. They did kill a lot of people though. Like thousands of non-magic users and magic users. Thousands of families were ripped apart before the dark lords defeat in 1999. Yet, it was 2017 and no was one was over it. No one would ever be over it. There were even rumours of the dark lords child being around. So, every child was ready to turn on a slitherin or others if needed.
Graham quickly ran down a hallway looking for an open compartment. The first one he saw was full of ravenclaw second years. As for the second one, it was full of fifth slitherins. Now the third was full of fourth year griffindors. Then as you could guess, the fifth was full of third year hufflepuffs. After that when ever he would look in a compartment someone would close the door quickly. That is until, he entered a compartment with a brown haired girl in current world muggle clothing.
"Is this seat taken?" He asked. The young girl's bright brown eyes drifted from the window to him. Looking in them made him think of the best hot chocolate ever. Her eyes also made his heart speed up a bit.
"Nope. It probably won't be either unless you sit in it." She stated. Her voice was high pitched but, had a sort of tone that made it sound like she was singing a beautiful medley. It also lacked the same accent that everyone around him spoke. This some how made her more unique in his eye.
Graham sat down next to the strange girl. She was wearing a weird hoodie that was rainbow coloured with a symbols that read "nike". Graham assumed that 'Nike' was some sort of secret muggle club. She also appeared to be wearing long blue pants with rips in them. Which also look a little weird to him. There was also a golden heart necklace around her neck.
"I'm Graham by the way." He smiled as he extended his hand. A tiny cute smile spread across her large pink lips.
"I'm Melody. And if you don't mind me asking, what the fresh heck are you wearing?" She asked looking at his outfit. Graham was wearing a green fancy robe that had a black gem stone right under his neck. He kinda looked like he was a vampire or something. Or at least to Melody it did. Maybe she should stop watching monster movies with her family.
"It's a robe. A very fancy expensive one. Plus, I wanted to know what are you wearing?" He asked.
"This is common non-mag, I mean muggle clothes. What? Never seen a muggle born before?" Melody asked with a smirk. Wait, this girl was a muggle born? He had never seen one this up close before. Especially one who knew about the wizarding world.
"Your a muggle born? What's life like for you? No wait, is it true you have some sort of machine to wash dishes for you that can't use magic? Is it also true you have a machine to wash clothes? Is it true that ghost can talk to muggle too? What's your house like? I bet it's tiny! Oh do you have a pet? Not like a magic pet but, a normal pet that cane be handled by muggles. Is it true that you can adopt a large dog and have it be a hard dog for you? What's this LGBTQ I heard about?" Graham asked over 21 questions after these. Melody just felt her face heat up a bit until he stopped talking. After words a tiny bit of laughter filled the room. It was one of the prettiest things Graham had ever heard.
"You've never meet a muggle or muggle born before have you?" She asked. Graham shook his head no. With a smile she began to explain all of these things as the train continued down the track.
Eventually the two twelve year olds bought candies. Oka, Graham went to guy the candies then heard Melody stomach rumble. Then he found out she didn't have any money, just a couple sandwiches. Which she searched for and couldn't find. So he bought candies for them to split. What kinds? Well he got chocolate frogs, jelly slugs, Bertie Bott's every flavour jelly beans, acid pops, ice mice and fizzing whizbees. All of which Melody loved.
The two began joking around while, eating wizard candy until Graham put a single yellow jelly in his mouth. Then he had a look of disgust fell across his face. Quickly he stuck his younger out and tried to look for a place to spit it out. He raced around their art until a laughing Melody opened a window. He spit that out the window before she could say anything.
"W-what flavour was that?" Melody asked through a lot of laughter. Graham whipped his tongue on his hand once. Then he realized that the taste was still there. So he did it again. And again. And again. He ended up doing this 15 times before the taste was gone. While he did this Melody continued to laugh her butt off.
"Vomit. It was vomit flavoured." Graham stated. Melody laughed before saying one thing.
"This is going to be the best school ever."
~time skip~
The large sorting hat was placed on top of Melody's long brown hair. She looked as nervous as everyone else did. Yet, she didn't whisper which house she wanted to be in or not be in like everyone else now a days. Nope. She just kept whispering,
"Please let me have friends where ever I go for once."
She just kept repeating it over again and again. That is until five seconds later when everyone heard it say something. Which was...
"Hufflepuff."
Graham felt his face fall from where he was sitting. He had kinds hoped that Melody got sorted into Slytherin with him. Not so she could be the fist muggle born in there. Nope. So he could be friends with a non rich kid. Yet, this didn't mean they still couldn't talk.
Soon Graham found him self sleepily walking to the dungeon to the Slytherin dorm room. He rubbed the sleep out of his blue eyes as the people around him were laughing and talking. They had tried to avoid him. These kids seemed to hate him too. Who knows why!
"This year the password is mudblood." The perfect let out a crew smiled. Graham felt his face fall. He wasn't going to say that word daily just to go in his room. Nope! He would rather sleep in the hallway. So would two other Slytherin. Which they would end up doing in exact two days.
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Year one, day one
Character based on this head canon.
Graham could feel his eyes bulge out of his head as he saw a fimilar brunette race across the room to the ravenclaw dining table. Students were supposed to sit with their houses while eating. Not other houses. Yet, he soon realized she was talking to a girl with olive skin wearing a blue scarf over her head. The young girl she was talking to was sitting all alone at the end of the table. Which was probably why Melody was able to get to that seat quickly.
The two girl's laughed a bit as the scarf girl ate vegetables. Which seemed to be the only thing on her plate. The scarf girl's brown eyes seemed to be filled with as much joy as ever as she seemed to tell a joke. He only assumed it was a joke since it made Melody laugh so hard she snorted.
Then they seemed to talk about something else. Something Melody said made the scarf girl look that way. Her dark brown eyes were confused before she turned to Melody. Graham's face heated up as he saw this scarf girl saying something to her while pointing her long olive fingers at him. Melody's brown eyes flew over to him. A large smile spread across her face as she waved him over. Meanwhile scarf girl giggled a bit.
Graham looked to his left. Then his right. Afterwords the large table where the teachers ate. Luckily the teachers were all to gust talking to notice the hufflepuff sitting with a ravenclaw. Then there was also the fact that no one at this table would ever listen to him. He was really bored at this table anyways.
So he made a mad dash over to that table. Somehow he got over to the seat in front of the two girl's without being seen. Both girl's giggled a bit seeing the look of fear on his face. Plus his hair was a mess. Quickly he ran his hand through his hair before smiling back. Hopefully it was back to normal.
"Hi. I'm Graham." He smiled. The scarf girl giggled the same time Melody laughed. They both had large smiles on their face.
"Graham this is my friend, Almas." Melody smiled. Graham smiled as he extended a hand to her.
"It's nice to meet you Graham. Melody talks about you a lot." Alma smiled. She had a accent he had heard before. It was a nice accent. A beautiful one but, not as beautiful as Melody's voice all together.
"Nice go meet you Almas." Graham smiled. Almas looked at him for a moment before a large smile spread across her face.
"You know, you are unlike any other Slytherin I meet here so far." Almas stated as she ate a fork of vegetables. Graham sighed. That would make sense. Other Slitherns weren't exactly the make friends kind of people. They preferred to stay together like a wolf pack so that no one would judge them. It seemed to be the only thing anyone did any more.
"I know, I am the most handsome boy in the house." Graham smiled leaning back in his seat and holding his leg in the air in a bit. All while making something called 'duck lips' that Melody said models in the muggle world used. Both girl's giggled while looking at each other.
"I don't know about that." Almas smiled. Graham sat up straight before putting on a a fake pouting look on his face. This just made both girl's giggle again. Which in Graham's defence was his plan.
"but, you're the only one who has actually talked to me in your house and mine." Almas sighed. Graham could feel his face scrunch up. No one had talked to her? Why? She looked like any other kid here. So, why had no one talked to her yet?
"Like I said Almas, if you want I could always make them talk to you." Melody stated looking at her. Almas sighed.
"I know you can but, I still I just want one person in this house to talk to me on their own will. Not because they're forced to be my potions partner." Almas stated again.
"How many times do I have to tell you, that's not the reasons I talked to you for." Melody sighed. Graham looked at Almas again. Why would no one talk to her?
"If it helps, Melody talks to everyone. She likes everyone." Graham explained. Almas's eyes lit up as a tiny smile spread across her face. Meanwhile Graham was now frowning. Did she really think Melody didn't like her?
"I would never have suspected that." Almas smirked as she ate another bite of her supper. Melody rolled her eyes.
"I told you. Now, let's get back to the topic we were talking about before hand. Graham?" Melody asked. Graham jumped a bit hearing Melody say his name. Almas now had a larger smile on her face. Almost as if she knew something was there. Something that Melody wouldn't admit was ever there.
"Yeah?" Graham asked.
"Would you tell Almas that anime isn't all blood and guts! She's only heard of one and now she think all anime are bloody!" Melody complained throwing her hands up in the air. Graham stared at her for a moment.
"What the bloody hell is anime?" Graham asked. Melody's jaw dropped.
"You both have much to learn my apprentices. So much to learn." Melody explained.
#reblogs welcome#hogwarts#harrypotter verse#gay right#writing prompt#my writing#moregaypeopleshouldbeinhowarts#everyoneshiuldbeinhogwarts#dont matter who you are#we are all magic here#writing
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I was Tagged!!! Thrice!!! (Holy Cow...)
I’m back with 33 more questions to answer! I was gonna make a joke last time about it being the ultimate get-to-know-me post, but I guess not. Good thing I held off on that joke, huh.
1. Post the rules
2. Answer the questions given to you by the tagger
3. Write 11 questions of your own
4. And tag 11 people
First, I was tagged by the lovely @missmizpah! Thanks, Emily!
1. Opinion on nuts?
Nuts are alright. Honey nut roasted peanuts though are more than alright. They are some good stuff.
2. Favorite book genre?
Hmm... I don’t really have a favorite genre. I’m really picky about books and a lot of other things honestly but my pickiness applies to all genres. I just like books with complex characters really.
3. Worst injury/illness?
I don’t actually get seriously injured that often; however, there was this one time I dropped my metal water bottle on my thumb. It hurt like hell and there was some blood under the nail. No big deal, right? That’s what I thought too. And I don’t really remember the transition that well, but in a few days, the area under my thumb nail was a navy blue and swelling out under the nail. a lot. It was probably one of the grossest things I’ve seen. good thing my mom took before and after pictures before they drained it. Don’t worry though. I won’t be posting those here.
4. What attracts you to someone platonically?
Er... kindness, loyalty, respect, AKA the really cliche stuff, and uh, chivalry, I guess. Treat me like a princess (for some reason) and you’re halfway there!
5. What was the last dream you had?
I had an interesting dream about Ouma from NDRv3. I went to his house which was more of a shack since his single parent family was super poor. His dad said that Ouma was actually a good boy (I have doubts). Ouma owned a crap ton of rainbow shark plushies (he really liked sharks apparently), and some bad dudes who were pissed at Ouma chased us back to the school (which was apparently a safe place that we wanted to be at). I skipped some details, but that was basically it. Also, keep in mind that I’ve only seen up to the death of chapter 2 (haven’t even started the investigation yet), so I kind of just made these details up in my dream and don’t spoil me. Orz.
6. Are you someone who eats cough drops like candy?
I haven’t had cough drops since I was in eighth grade and thought was I was having an asthma attack and my inhaler wasn’t working. In hindsight, it was a panic attack, but I recall the cough drop working a bit strangely enough. Anyway, I don’t really eat cough drops, no.
7. Native language?
English.
8. What size shoes do you wear?
Size 8 apparently. I think some of my shoes are a 7 1/2 though.
9. What is your current hair length?
Around my shoulders.
10. One habit you’re sure is specific to you?
I don’t know if I have any habits that are specific to me. um... I don’t really like the part of the utensil which you stick in your mouth touching anything besides me, my plate, or a napkin, so I tend to hold utensils in my mouth (knives excluded, duh because they don’t go in your mouth). It’s kind of a habit now, I guess. Does that count?
11. How far would you swim out into the ocean?
Negative feet. I’m not going in the ocean. There are things in there that I want nothing to do with such as seaweed, angry crabs that I could accidentally step on, sharp rocks or shells, sharks, jellyfish, etc.
Next, @excitable-nugget‘s questions! Thanks a bunch, Gnugs!
1. If you could have one sense enhanced, what would it be?
Definitely not taste. Tastes are wonderful (or some of them at least), but I’m already picky as it is, so I don’t really want more tastes to discriminate against. Touch probably wouldn’t be such a good idea either since I get startled easily and tongue (one picky dude, I tell you) is actually pretty sensitive to food textures too. Smell wouldn’t be bad except sometimes when I’m sick, everything smells like vomit, so I don’t really want to risk that being enhanced. Overall, I’m gonna go with sight (yes, I did skip hearing. I didn’t have much to say about it). Better vision in the dark could be pretty lit. Might also help ease some of my night paranoia.
2. Can you link your hands behind your back with one over the shoulder and one under? (like this)
One way. I can do it with my right hand reaching over. Kind of freaked me out though. I wasn’t ready for my hands to meet like that even if it was the goal.
3. Favourite colour to wear, or your favourite colour in general?
Favorite color to wear? Black. I just own a lot of black. Favorite color in general? Orange.
4. What was your internet pseudonym when you were 12-14?
It was Leio13. I’ve been Leio13 for as long as I’ve been on the internet.
5. What’s your favourite meat-based dish? If you don’t eat meat, what’s your favourite dish in general?
My favorite meat dish is steak. It’s just sooooo good.
6. Would you rather be known as wise or strong?
Probably wise. I used to think I was super smart as a kid, but now I feel pretty average and/or stupid/incompetent, so it would be nice for that feeling to come back.
7. What’s your favourite physical feature about yourself?
Probably my hair even if it knots excessively when no one wants it to.
8. Would you rather explore the ocean depths or space?
The ocean is such a vibrant, beautiful place! I love underwater images and would love to see it in person, but it would have to be in a submarine or something because I’m not going out there with only a wet suit protecting my flesh.
9. What’s your favourite snack food?
This is hard... I eat so many snacks. Hmm... I’m feeling ritz bitz.
10. If you could make one thing from fiction (e.g. a character, a place, a food, a machine) real, what would it be?
I don’t really have any deep answers here, but I think Odasaku (as he is in Bungou Stray Dogs) and his orphans being real would be really sweet. They’d be such a cute family. #familygoals
11. Is Australia real or just a conspiracy?
Australia? don’t know her.
Finally, I was tagged by the wonderful @chom-raaa! Thanks, Chomra!
1. Heroes gone bad or villains becoming good?
How could I choose???? They’re both so fantastic!! Wonderful character development opportunities abound with both!! ...that being said, while I appreciate the psychology of both of them, I tend to side with the good guys, so if all you wonderful villains could join the side I support, I guess that would be better.
2. Did you ever get in trouble in school? When was the last time and what was it about?
er... I don’t think so. No wait. One time, we were playing a game in class but my friend and I got out, so we were chatting on the sidelines even though we were supposed to be paying attention to those still playing (this was an ice breaker game). Anyway, the teacher said something about being quiet, and my dense self took it as “you can continue talking but quietly,” so I did. The teacher had to yell again for it to click with me. This was in like 5th grade, but I’m still disappointed in that me. I wasn’t that dense normally in fifth grade.
3. Hot drinks or cold drinks?
cold drinks.
4. Any siblings? Older/younger? Would you have it any other way?
I’ve got two amazing siblings, both older than me! I don’t really think I would want it any other way. I’m content with what I have now.
5. You most prized possession?
My technology and anime merch maybe?
6. What’s a fandom trope that makes you uncomfortable?
hoo boy. Where to begin??? I hate slave AUs (can’t really understand why you would like them). As you probably already know, I dislike smut, so the appeal of A/B/O universes is beyond me entirely. er... sexualizing characters? calling out the soukoku fandom: Chuuya always seems to be the more sexy one who other dudes and Dazai are always eyeing and lusting after. Like, can we appreciate the guy for more than his looks and impeccable fashion taste?? uh... also, Fyodor being depicted as some dude who is dead set on destroying soukoku (usually by the means of torturing Chuuya in some way to hurt Dazai which by the way is just... no.). I’m pretty sure Fyodor has better things to do??? Like kill all ability users?? Er, sorry. Not sure if you wanted specific fandom tropes or not, but uh, yeah.
7. What do find attractive in a fictional character?
BLAZERS!!
If you meant personality wise, I like passionate, kind characters, and also the mysterious, probably misunderstood type.
8. If could bring a character back to life but sacrifice another character in return (major-ish characters for those fandoms with a big cast), who would you choose?
Bringing back Odasaku, sending Fyodor to hell where he belongs. Of course, I wouldn’t actually because as much as I cry over the events of the dark era, I know that these things needed to happen for Dazai to end up where he is currently.
You know what? Better idea: still bringing back Odasaku but killing Lovecraft. The dude should’ve died after Chuuya destroyed him. I’m still bitter about his survival even if his parting scene was hilarious.
9. Long fics or short fics? In terms of both reading and writing?
I’m typically hesitant to read long fics because I have difficulty keeping up or finishing things. I bet there are a plethora of interesting long fics out there that I haven’t clicked on because I fear my motivation might die before I finish them. Likewise, it takes me centuries to write long fics, but I do really admire the art! Creating a complex story that spans over chapters is an epic feat that should not be underestimated. That being said, I do love short fics too! Short fics that still fill me with intense emotions are an equally epic thing. Like, how do you get so many feels in so little words???
10. Are you content with who you are?
haha nah. There are a lot of things about me that I wish were better. For one, i wish my motivation actually existed. I’m so unmotivated to do anything, even the littlest of things. Even things that I know would be fun. I just can’t convince myself to do them... Orz. Er... There are more things, but I don’t want to make this super sad. You came here for memes, not angst! Maybe not, but anyway...
11. What is holding you back from getting what you want?
I don’t know what this thing I want is referring to, but I’d bet 5000 imaginary monies that its my motivation or anxiety that’s interfering.
Thanks for the wonderful questions, y’all! <3
Now, it’s my turn!
er... actually, I’m not feeling any creative question vibes, so if I tag you, please refer to the questions of the last time did this meme (psst! over here!). Without further ado, I’m tagging @haruki-00, @dusttodawnn, @melrw22, @bandaged-chessmaster, @ai-san-arts, @4nimenut, @96percentdone, @monokumamastermind, @sadtiredbaby, @wymoup-nox, and @yesterdayohhowimissit! As usual, only do it if you want, and do it if you want but you weren’t tagged.
#I was tagged!#sorry for that negativity at the end#orz#I had things to say in the tags but I have them no longer it would seem#I forgot#what's new?
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Glitched - Chapter One
I woke up laying on my back and aching all over way more than I should for a virtual world. Even my hair seemed to hurt, which royally sucked. The smell of green growing things and the sounds of small animals of some kind moving through underbrush told me I was in a virtual world before I opened my eyes. If something had gone wrong with my login, I'd just have been dropped back into the orange-ish goop of the nutrient solution which definitely didn't smell anything like green growing things.
I opened my eyes to see a shockingly blue sky above me. And when I say shockingly, I mean so damn blue it looks like it's the realest thing you've ever seen in your life. God knows I've never seen a real sky look such a deep shade of blue in person before. I never spent much time looking up while I was playing before, I guessed. Must have missed out on a ton of stuff while I was rushing around to finish quests before my Suit made me log out. Yet another reason the Tank was so very worth the cost. Grinning at being so fully in The Bested World for what felt like the very first time, I reached up towards the sky like I could grab one of those puffy clouds floating so high above.
That was when the first clue that something was really damn wrong hit me.
The hand reaching up to the sky above me wasn't mine. Or, well, it was mine, but it hadn't been one I'd seen in ages. And the gloves that should have been equipped were missing. I shoved myself up from my prone position staring at my hands. My dirty hands. Like I'd been scrabbling about with something grubby for days.
And that wasn't the only problem. My arms - hell, my whole body - felt weak. Gone were the corded lines of hard earned muscle that had defined my body just yesterday, replaced by smooth skin that looked appallingly similar to my real world arms. A rough tunic and loose pants with a rope drawstring had replaced the customized gear I'd spent whole weeks clambering about for in some of the nastiest caverns The Bested World had to offer.
It felt like my heart was trying to rip itself out of my chest like one of those monster things from that old classic SF film with the space ship as what might have happened started to sink in. Everything was gone. Something had gone wrong on my login. Something had... No, it couldn't be. This was just a screw up with the server. It had to be. But still, I felt like I was going to be sick as I reached for my status menu.
The sight of my drastically reduced HP bar was like a fist to the gut. Level one. One. All the way back to the beginning. All those hours, those years, of work wasted! I blinked through the menus as fast as I could but it was all the same.
All of my stats were the miserable garbage I first rolled up when I started The Bested World and for a brief second I was almost glad I never got into any of those kiddy games that have even worse starting stats. All of my hard won gear was gone, replaced with noob crap. My skills had vanished. Even my class-
"Peasant?" I muttered, staring at the black print floating before my eyes with a frown. "What the hell kind of class is a peasant? It sounds like some sort of crappy NPC thing."
The one thing I knew for sure was that it definitely wasn't a player class in The Bested World. And the more I tried to convince myself I was wrong, the more evidence seemed to pile up that I wasn't. Wherever I was, it wasn't The Bested World. Which could only mean-
"Glitched?"
The word barely escaped my mouth it was so quiet. I felt hollow, like a plug had been pulled and everything that made me me had suddenly just drained away leaving nothing left. It wasn't possible. It just wasn't. Glitching was like winning the lottery. A freak accident. It wasn't something that happened to regular people like me.
But here I was.
I tried to log out. I could feel the switch with my mind, the familiar commands in my thoughts. But every time the rainbow swirl seemed like it was going to begin, it abruptly canceled, dropping me nauseatingly back into my avatar over and over. By the end of the sixth - or seventh, I think I lost count somewhere - try, I had to fling myself to the side of the path I was on to hurl into the bushes.
The gut churning wrench of needing to vomit, the burn of the bile in my throat, the disgusting taste in my mouth - all far from things that I had to experience when I logged in from my Suit. I chalked it up to yet another deepening experience from logging in via a Tank - not that it was a pleasant experience by any means. The other possibility didn't bear thinking on, but whatever it was, I could have done without the full reality experience of hurling my guts out on the side of a path.
I dropped back down on my ass after crawling a few feet from the muck and wiped the remains from my face with the tattered rag that passed for a sleeve with my new equipment as I tried to gather my thoughts. So I couldn't log out. That was bad. I knew that was bad. But at the same time, it was kind of exciting too.
I don't mean to sound like some kind of adrenaline seeking nutcase, but I had to admit that the trembling in my hands wasn't just from the epic purge I'd just experienced. If this really was a glitch - and I still wasn't fully ready to admit it was at that point - then I was looking at a whole new experience. Something no one had written any guides or recorded any playtest videos for. A whole new world to explore and beat. I wasn't worried about my body back in the real world - my Tank was set up to allow me to login without anyone needing to maintain it for months if necessary. And no one knew what happened to the Glitched when their real world bodies died anyway. It wasn't like anyone could find their connection's end - something that was supposed to be impossible - after all. Maybe they just became permanently part of this world.
So it was exciting. Scary exciting - definitely scary, just like anything completely unknown, right? - but still exciting. The first time logging into a new world was always exciting. This was just a terrifyingly high level of that rush. Or at least, that was what I wanted to believe. It wasn't like anyone was going to come checking on me any time soon and there had to be a logout point somewhere. This was still a virtual world, so it had been programmed by someone. All worlds had an out built in, even prison ones. You just had to find it.
That thought held firmly in the forefront of my mind, I got to my feet and tried to knock the worst of the dirt and grime off my body. All I had to do was find the world's log out point and everything would go back to normal. It couldn't be that hard, right? Even for noob gear, my equipment was pretty obviously for some kind of fantasy world, so at least I wasn't completely in over my head. The Bested World was one of the biggest fantasy TVRMMOs out there and I had years of experience in that world that had to correlate somehow to this one.
Looking at my skill page again made me groan though. Zero ranks in everything. At least the basic skills were still on my list. Trying to figure out how to find a trainer to learn how to defend myself before I got attacked by something would have royally sucked. The zero beside Botany would make things harder since I didn't want to risk a status effect gathering food, so I'd have to hunt and hope for the best until I figured out where I was.
I rezzed up the only weapon in my inventory, catching it the moment it fully synchronized with the game world and dropped out of the air. It felt light and easy in my hand, the leather wrapped grip comfortable and familiar, but the blade made me grimace. It was chipped and almost completely dull but the worst part had to be the length. I didn't have a ruler with me, but the pitiful length looked shorter than the big blade on my multifunction pocket knife back in the real world. Even if I could run one down - which I doubted in my current crappy stat state - I doubted I could even kill this world's version of a rabbit with it. If I had to go up against anything bigger, I'd almost definitely hit derezz before I could do any real damage. Not that I knew what would happen if I did hit derezz. God only knew where the respawn in this area was.
Not that I had time to worry about that. I was in the middle of who knew where with crappy gear - I didn't even have a decent pair of boots for crying out loud! - and a shit weapon. If there were safe zones in this world, this probably wasn't one of them. So I needed a weapon. Well, I needed a better weapon. And in the middle of a forest the most obvious thing had to be a club. If I could find a good stick and actually make one anyway.
Hearing a larger rustle in the underbrush than earlier made me swallow hard and look around the ground at my feet. A rock would also be good. I liked rocks. Nice heavy rocks that could brain big bad wolves were awesome. Or even a bunch of pebbles to convince whatever the hell made that noise that I wasn't as tasty as I probably looked.
The branches closest to the road moved visibly and so did I, scrambling towards the middle of the path so quick I tripped over my own feet and sat down hard. When they actually parted and I caught a glimpse of something pale coming through, I hate to admit it, but I screamed. I possibly also covered my head with one arm while waving my pathetic dagger at whatever was about to eat me with the other, but I'm not going to admit that.
"What are you even doing?"
The cool soprano washed over my ears brought an absurd amount of relief and I peeked out to see a tall woman in mottled green and blue leathers standing over me. Auburn hair slicked back from her face so hard it had to have been either pulled back in a crazy tight ponytail or braid or else held down with a lot of product and her eyes were a weird color that I couldn't tell if was grey or maybe green in the dim forest light. The upper arm of some kind of bow peeked over her shoulder, but I was more interested in the spear she was leaning on as she glared at me.
"You deaf or something?" she asked again, her eyes narrowing. "Or just stupid?"
"W-what?" Not my best response, I admit.
She sighed and shook her head. "Just stupid, I guess. What are you doing out here? Trying to get yourself drafted into King Radani's little army?"
"Who?" I frowned up at her. Wait. Radani? Didn't I know that name?
"Wow. You really are stupid." Her frown deepened. "Radani's the asshole who claims this area. And your ass is on his road. Unless you want to get drafted, you might want to get off it before his army blunders their way over here." She glared at me for a long moment before sighing and holding out her hand. "I just know I'm gonna regret this, but come on."
"What?" I shook my head before she could respond, her brows drawing down like thunderclouds. "Sorry, I just... Radani? Are you serious?"
"Do I look like I'm joking? If you don't get off your ass and start moving in the next five tics, I'm going to leave you here and you can figure it out for yourself."
"No! No, I'm coming, I just-" I shook my head and started pushing myself up to my feet. "I never thought I'd hear that name again."
"Did you hit your head or something?" she asked, cocking her head to the side and peering at me through narrowed eyes. "Radani took over years ago. Treats people like shit, but you're the first person I've come across claiming to have forgotten him."
I held up my hands, shrugging with an awkward smile. She had to be an NPC, so I couldn't break character too much without risking throwing off the AI. Not that I was sure what character I was supposed to be. "Sorry. I just... yeah, must have gotten cracked in the head with something. I woke up out here and, well-" I let my words trail off, not sure how to explain how I got out here, given that I didn't actually know how I had in the first place.
The growing irritation of her expression seemed to fade with my half-assed explanation. "Damn. Someone must really hate you." She turned her head, glaring up the road at a faint sound I could only barely pick up. It almost sounded like someone playing with a thin metal chain, rattling it between their fingers. "If you want to take your chances in that death brigade be my guest, but I'm getting out of here."
"Wait!" I scrambled after her, almost falling over myself again as she passed me headed for the opposite side of the road. Thanks to my crappy dexterity stat, I tripped over a rock on the edge of the road and fell headlong into the brush. "Shit!" The rough branches scrapped over my clothes, tearing the fabric and drawing long red welts on my skin. The sudden jolt of pain made me curl around myself defensively with an indrawn hiss. It also made me miss the heavy tread on the path that had joined the clinking rattle of chain sound.
The feeling of something grabbing the collar of my shirt and dragging me bodily backwards pulled a scream out of me, but it was muffled by the leather gloved hand clamped over my mouth.
"Shut. Up." The rapidly growing familiar soprano hissed in my ear, her breath hot against my cheek as she spoke each word so staccato they seemed like separate sentences instead of a single phrase. Startled and overwhelmed, I did what any red-blooded woman would do in that moment.
I froze.
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