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sydnikov · 3 years

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Sunkissed (pt. 1)

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Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov/female!Reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: You’ve been in love with Andrei for as long as you can remember. When you first got hired to work in the Social Media Department and met some of the members of the team, just one look at the hockey star’s brilliant smile and you were in deep. Your heart truly broke though when he introduced his girlfriend after a game and you had to pretend you were happy for him. Now you had to watch as they became happily engaged, knowing you'd never be the light in Andrei's life like he was for you.

Warnings: Cursing, consumption of alcohol, angst, no happy ending

A/N: Literally, the idea to write this just completely popped into my head. No regrets tho. I hope you guys cry while reading this. No mercy. (I’m kidding 😭 or am I???)

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. This is not meant to be hate towards Andrei and Julia who are a very happy couple together, which therefore means I'm happy for them as well. This is merely a work of entertainment that in no way, shape, or form represents real life.

Translations:

¹Солнышко - Little sun

²Прости, мне очень жаль - I'm sorry, so sorry

You were a happy person. You always had been. Never really got mad, had never been all that sad before, and you got along with just about everyone you met.

How could you not, with your love for the world and your ability at seeing the best in people? Yet, there was only one person you really, truly struggled to get along with. And that person was Julia. The only one.

And who was Julia, exactly?

Andrei Svechnikov's, probably the only person you had ever had a crush on, girlfriend.

Really, there was nothing to hate about her, which made you feel even more guilty about your dislike of the girl. Nobody you knew had any ill-feelings towards her, and how could they? She was perfect in every which-way.

A tall, thin model with a stunning laugh and smile, a personality that drew everyone in until they were just as enraptured with her as Andrei was.

She had towered over you, only you, in expensive heels she wore the first night you met her, blonde hair perfectly styled as it fell to her back in waves. Her stunning, round blue eyes that crinkled ever-so-slightly as she laughed were no match against your ordinary looks you thought you had.

And you absolutely hated that about her, hated how she could look so effortlessly beautiful and how she was perfect for Andrei even if you felt bad about it.

You hated how Andrei's arm curled around her waist and how he pressed sweet kisses to her cheeks, you hated how you wished for nothing more than to be Julia in those moments, with a perfectly manicured hand intertwined with his own and able to say that the gorgeous, sweet man next to her was yours.

Julia wasn't mean to you, either. And that was the problem. She was so nice and friendly, easy to get along with and oblivious to the way you were in love with her boyfriend as Andrei introduced you to her.

God, you hated being in love with him. You hated how the innocent hugs and a brush of his hand on your waist made your heart flutter and how the random grins he would send you during interviews would make your palms sweat.

You hated how he just thought of you as his friend.

You hated as months and months continued to pass and Andrei was just as in love with her as when he met her, you hated how he began to come to you for advice on clothes to wear on a date with her or what he should get her for Valentine's day, and you hated how eventually he started showing you different pictures of engagement rings he wanted to propose to her with.

Luckily, after the first time he asked for advice on rings, after you had explained that you were quite under qualified to give advice considering you hadn't been in a serious relationship in years, Andrei backed off with a sheepish smile and put his phone away.

"Sorry," he had grinned, flashing you an apologetic smile before he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "You're the first person I wanted to ask, since you're my best friend and all, and you're also a girl, so…" Biting his lip, he had looked back up at you hoping you had understood his point.

You did. You understood, as much as it hurt you to do so.

"It's okay," You'd forgiven him immediately, because what else was there left to do? "Maybe ask one of the older guys, or one of their wives? They'd probably be able to give better advice," You offered quietly, voice coming off as a lot more meek than you wanted it to.

Andrei had been confused at your sudden change in tone, but he didn't show it except for a slight furrow in his brow. Because you were a good actress, always had been. But that never occurred in his mind as your expression changed so quickly he had no time to wonder why you had looked so sad, so it made forgetting the slight jump of concern in his gut easier to ignore.

Resting your chin on top of your folded hands, you watched as he thanked you before he rushed out of your office with a hasty wave, calling out to Jordan Martinook who had conveniently just passed your office.

He didn't talk to you about rings or engagement after that, but you still heard enough rumors to leave your heart aching.

You'd hear the whispers from the interns as you passed by a group of them in the hall, how they had seen Andrei at jewelry stores courtesy of paparazzi, how one of them overheard a conversation between Julia and another WAG about how she caught Andrei looking at rings on his phone.

This brings you to where you were today, at a restaurant venue you had frequented with Andrei and his teammates numerous times for the past several years, but this time you weren't alone.

Or, what was the saying? Surrounded by people yet still felt alone? That was you.

Standing in the corner, leaning against the table was you trying to hold it together as a swarm of people congratulated Andrei and Julia on their engagement, a shiny new ring on her finger she proudly displayed it for anyone who asked to look.

You hadn't yet gathered the courage to approach them and congratulate them yourself yet, and you knew you should have been the first to shout your happiness with Andrei being your best friend - even if you wanted to be so much more - but you just… Couldn't.

"Hey, you okay?" A voice abruptly shook you out of your thoughts, and when you jumped to face whoever spoke you came face-to-face with Sebastian looking at you with both concern and curiosity.

Smile. Fake it 'till you make it. They can't know. "Yeah, I'm great! Why, what's up?" You chirped, your lips immediately tilting upwards into a gentle, content, fake smile that you'd somehow mastered over the years.

You'd fooled everyone up until now, you'd even fooled Andrei, the subject of your misery— everyone up until Sebastian.

"Mhmm," the Finnish player hummed, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

The funny thing was, you and Sebastian weren't close. With your bubbly, happy-go-lucky personality compared to his need for space and quiet, the two of you had never clicked the way you and Andrei did. And yet, he had been the first one to notice the way you isolated yourself from the party, from your best friend, and really that should have been another sign all on its own.

Being no stranger towards hiding his emotions, he knew a person drowning in their feelings when he saw one.

Sebastian ran a finger across the rim of his drink thoughtfully, tilting his head as he met your eyes. "Nothing, really. It's just that you seem…" The hockey player watched you carefully, and when he saw the tenseness in your smile he knew he was hitting close to something. "I dunno. Withdrawn, quiet even. Which is new for you."

You laughed rather emptily, avoiding his eyes as you wondered how a guy you barely knew could see your pain better than the one who was causing it. "Just not feeling the partying mood, I guess." You murmured quietly, briefly lifting your head to meet his eyes.

"You aren't happy for them?" He asked carefully, gesturing towards the happy couple. Guessing, searching for the reason you were acting so opposite from your normal self.

"No!" You exclaimed, quickly lowering your voice when a few heads turned towards you at your raise of voice. "No, of course I am," You eventually admitted, if not a bit more hesitantly.

And you were happy for them. Or rather, you were happy for the elated grin on Andrei's face as he held Julia close to him, the way he seemed so happy and content with the decision to spend the right of his life with Julia.

He deserved to be happy. Deserved to find that perfect someone, even if you secretly wished it was you at his side rather than the pretty blonde next to him.

"But…?" Sebastian continued for you, following your conflicted gaze to Andrei who was currently laughing at something Julia said.

You winced, having to force yourself to turn away from the happy couple and face your friend. "But… It's just hard watching. Knowing he's moving on with his life and I'm still stuck in the same place as I was when I graduated college. Y'know?" It wasn't the complete truth, but it was partial. It was hard watching, but you also wished it was you he was moving forward in his life with.

Not her.

You couldn't tell if Sebastian bought it or not, as careful at disguising his emotions as he was, but luckily he seemed to let it go and just gave you a somber smile before turning his attention back to the celebration in the middle of the room.

"No, I don't know, actually. I never went to college." He joked wryly, glad to see the small chuckle he evoked from you.

"Funny," You drawled, copying his position and leaning back against the table behind you to watch the celebration.

Sebastian merely grinned, and the two of you fell into a comforting silence as you stayed away from the crowd, content to nurse your drinks and in your case, take comfort in the fact you had a friend during what you thought was one of the most painful things you've ever had to endure.

Unbeknownst to you, Andrei had seen the cracks in your façade, saw the way your expression twisted into one of dread the moment he announced his engagement, expecting to see elation and happiness but instead finding the complete opposite.

The curling in his gut became stronger. He didn't understand why he wanted to yank his arm away from his girlfriend- fiancé next to him and pull you away from the room, wanting to see anything else other than the unshed tears in your eyes.

Julia turned to look at him then, with sparkling blue eyes and a laugh so perfect as their friends and family surrounded them with their love, and the nauseating guilt he was feeling in his stomach was momentarily forgotten once more, the love he had for you far unmatched by the love he felt for Julia in that moment.

Or at least, the love he thought he had.

And Sebastian saw it all. He saw the way Andrei would become distracted by you in the stands during practice, how he'd stop mid-drill to wave up at you or pose dramatically for a picture to post on their social media.

He saw the way his friend had the post notifications turned on for each of the accounts you ran, how a grin would light up his face when he'd see the snarky comments written by none other than you.

He saw the way he fell so quickly into a relationship with Julia, but yet how you never left his thoughts until engagement started to become a thing.

Sebastian saw it all, and he thought both you and Andrei were idiots.

You pulled through it though, miraculously somehow, staying at your best friend's damned engagement party for what felt like hours.

Several, long, agonizing hours of avoiding Andrei's eyes that steadily became more concerned at your silence and how you'd disappear into the crowd the moment he tried approaching you.

That was when you made your escape.

You bid your goodbyes to Sebastian and a few of your coworkers, all fairly intoxicated which is why they gave no second-glance towards your wobbly smile when you claimed you had to run back to the arena to grab something you left in your office.

And, well, the excuse wasn't a lie, you did have to run back to the office for the schedule for next week, and with it being only eight o'clock (surprisingly) you knew your boss was still stuck at work, giving you the perfect opportunity to sneak away.

Even if you felt bad about it.

The arena was practically empty other than the few employees finishing up their day as you let yourself in, makeup fixed and a happy fake smile on your face as you greeted your boss in their office.

"Hey, are you busy?" you greeted, letting yourself in after your boss gave the okay to come in. Your boss’s eyes lit up in recognition once she saw you, and with a small smile she waved you in. “Nothing but paperwork and analytics,” She sighed, arching her back and scooting forward in her rolling chair to reach you better. “What can I do for you?”

Your boss, a strict, older woman with square-framed glasses with warm blue eyes that often gave the new interns shivers, but for those of you who had been working under her for longer knew she had a heart of gold and would never do anything to hurt another.

“I need the schedule for next week’s posts, and maybe the week after that if it’s ready?” You asked, adjusting your bag in your arms with a small smile when she exclaimed that she had forgotten all about giving you the actual, physical copy.

Rummaging through her filing cabinets, she pulled out a stack of folders before digging through for the correct one. “Oh! Before you retire for the night, do you think you could post a quick message on the official Twitter and Instagram?” She asked distractedly, pulling out the correct posting schedule with a triumphant hum.

Taking it from her hands and briefly flipping through it, you paid her request no mind, used to making last-minute posts without an editor. “Sure, what for?”

“You were just at Svechnikov’s engagement party, right?”

You froze, slowly looking up to find your boss’s back facing towards you as she organized her files back into place. Damn it, you should have known.

“Yes,” You practically choked, swallowing harshly to keep the tears at bay that had just sprung up at the unintentional mention of the complete and utter heartbreak you felt.

None the wiser to your emotional state, she continued as she sank back into her chair. “I need you to make a post, tweet, whatever twitter calls it, congratulating them on he and Julia’s engagement, saying congratulations, wishing them the best… A typical celebration post, yeah? I think you’ve one before already,”

For the first time since taking this job, you wished you were working anywhere else. Despite just being a face behind the screen of the accounts, those of you at the arena knew you ran the accounts, Andrei knew, and having to pretend you were happy for him after just avoiding him at his party was a shit storm waiting to happen.

“Yeah, I have,” You managed to choke out, holding yourself together for the sake of your job and your dignity. Mental breakdowns at work were the last thing anyone wanted to happen. “Is that all?”

Your boss thankfully didn’t spare you a glance at your short responses, slowly becoming immersed in her own work now that her job with you was done. “Yeah, that’s all. Have a good night!”

All but practically rushing out of her office, you had just pushed the button for the elevator when the familiar voice of your boss was calling out your name.

She smiled from her doorway. Albeit, a short, somber smile, but it was enough that it had you returning the sentiment if not a bit confusedly. “Open a bottle of wine tonight, you look like you need it.” And then she was closing her office door, leaving you standing by the open elevator doors with a smile stuck between feeling amused and absolutely shattered.

And open a bottle of wine you did. Multiple, actually, despite the fact that you were a lightweight and barely drank enough to get beyond tipsy.

You at least had the forethought to get those heart wrenching posts out of the way first. Heart wrenching to you and to you only, a teary smile on your face as you pressed ‘Tweet’ on Twitter.

And it was instantaneous, the flood of likes, comments, both positive and negative. Normally the words of the snarky fans never bothered you, used to the rodeo that came with managing famous social medias, and if you were bothered it was because of the fans attacking the social media manager for the decisions made by the team you had no control of.

It was those types of comments that should be bothering you right now, if they were to upset you at all. Not the congratulatory ones, not the ones saying how happy they were for Andrei and Julia, how they made such a beautiful couple and deserved each other.

You shut your phone off the moment the notification popped up that Andrei liked the post.

Fuck it. If you were going to self-wallow, you were going to do it in comfy pajamas and with no makeup running down your face.

Eager (almost too eager) to break into a bottle of wine, you changed out of your work clothes and went away with your makeup, changing into a pair of sweats and an old hoodie you’d stolen from Andrei before he started dating Julia.

And gave all of his hoodies to her instead.

God, you felt petty. And shitty. Just a bad friend overall. What person wasn't happy for their best friend finding their other half? What person avoided them at their own engagement party and refused to meet their eyes?

One who was irrevocably in love with their friend, you figured.

You started slowly at first, taking pitying sips of the white wine straight from the bottle, not having the energy to go find a glass and pretend you were having a normal night of reflective drinking.

This was anything but. The hole in your chest that felt like a thousand bullets had pierced it all at once with no mercy hadn't gone away once, the way your heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces playing over and over again like you'd play your favorite song. It was agonizing, it was screaming into a black void knowing nobody could hear you, it was knowing that Andrei would never love you back.

It was knowing that they were probably at home, in their shared bed, whispering into the intimate silence of night with gentle caresses as you stared at your ceiling with the feeling of wanting to cry.

So cry you did. You cried until your throat was raw, cried until your eyes were spilling tears so heavy it looked like the tracks they left were mascara trails. You cried until you couldn't even take another sip of the mind-numbing alcohol because the choking on your hiccups was too strong.

Was this what being in love with someone felt like? Or just being in love with someone who didn't want you back?

Never again. Not if you could help it.

Your ears were ringing with the sound of your sobs, hair a tangled mess as the pounding in your head became steadily stronger until it was distinguishing itself as repetitive knocks coming from your door.

Maybe you were just going insane. Or getting drunk. Maybe your mind was trying to manifest a fantasy of Andrei magically realizing his love for you and abandoning Julia in their home, running to your apartment to confess his love for you.

Yeah, you were definitely drunk alright.

A muffled call of your name from behind the door made you pause in your thoughts, and you hesitantly set the wine bottle down as the voice became unfortunately clearer.

"Are you home?"

A brief pause.

"Nevermind, I know you're in there. Your lights are on."

More silence. Determination from him, stunned from you.

"Open up? Please? ¹Солнышко?"

Solnishko. Little sun. The nickname he had given you just a few days after you first met. He said you reminded him of the sun back home in Russia; strong, warm, and bright, and brings happiness to whoever looks at it, hence the sun.

And 'little' because you were short, according to him.

Everyone was fucking short to him. He was 6 foot and two goddamn inches.

…

So apparently you were an angry drunk, too.

Back then, you loved the nickname. It gave you butterflies, knowing he only gave the people he truly held close to him nicknames in his native tongue, and even more so because you represented something important from his home.

The mistake Andrei made was taking the neverending light and happiness you brought him for granted, not realizing that much like the sun your fiery glow would eventually come to an explosive end.

The insistent knocking quickly came to sound like nails against a chalkboard, and already caught up in your feelings of pity and anger you stomped over to your door and swung it open, your red eyes and scratchy voice on full display without a second thought.

"What?" You all but snarled, eyes narrowed and tone wobbly as you finally addressed him for the first time that night.

Andrei, as clueless as he was to some things, wasn't oblivious to pain. He knew you had your problems, had ranted to him numerous times over them before, but never had you cried over them, never had you looked so broken and out of place as you did standing right there in front of him.

"Are you crying?" He asked so quietly with those damned eyes of his already starting to pull you in, the concern in his voice making you want to forget he was an almost-married man and just fall into his arms.

Andrei tried taking a step forward, used to being automatically invited into your apartment, but this time you crossed your arms with a sniffle and he had to try hard to figure out why the hurt in his chest felt more like somebody was stabbing him at your rejection.

"No, I don't cry." You almost grumbled, immediately bringing the sleeve of your his hoodie to try and rid your cheeks of the tear stains that were on prominent display.

Andrei opened his mouth to reply, wondering how he ended up in such uncharted territory with you in a matter of seconds. He'd never seen you this defensive, this closed off, but once his eyes strayed past your form and saw the half-empty bottle of alcohol on your ottoman did at least some of your outlandish behavior make sense.

The Russian narrowed his eyes, leaning in closer towards your uneasy form and observing your dilated pupils and the antsy twitching of your fingers.

"Since when were you a night drinker? Or actually, since when did you drink at all?" He accused, confused and even a bit hurt by this side of you he had never seen before.

"I always drink. I just don't tell you because it's never been brought up. I don't tell you everything, you know." Your attempt at having a firm, steady voice was ruined by the slight hiccup in your words, but the dig you were trying to make at Andrei, perhaps a little unfairly, did the work, but you weren't as satisfied by the hurt expression on his face as you thought you'd be.

Now Andrei was confused. Even if the small voice in his head was telling him why you were acting like this, being so… Restrained with him, and perhaps this voice also had something to do with the constant feeling of guilt and regret bubbling in his gut.

"Clearly," he mumbled to himself, hesitantly following you into your apartment after you scoffed and without another look marched back into the room and grabbed your bottle of wine previously left abandoned.

"What are you even doing here? Shouldn't you be with your family celebrating, or with Julia herself…" His fiancé's name sat heavy on your tongue, the grimace you wanted to let out at the thought of being married only just barely contained.

"Since your version of congratulations was a Twitter post and you never even spoke a word to me at my engagement party, I figured checking up on you after you left upset was something that needed to be done." His words were slow and punctuated, but most of all they sounded hurt, hurt that you weren't there on what he thought was seemingly the happiest day of his life.

Or maybe you were there, but your presence wasn't filling the room like he was used to.

And god, how you felt guilty at the thought of hurting him. You wished you could have held it together to congratulate him for forming his happily ever after with Julia. You wanted more than nothing to pretend everything was fine.

But the liquid courage was doing its job of drowning out that guilt, replacing it with defensiveness and anger at the fact that you loved him and he was too goddamn blind to see it.

Why couldn't he see it? Why couldn't he see the way your smile brightened when he entered the room? Why couldn't he see the way his touch evoked shivers from you, or the way his Russian accent would make your cheeks blush red?

Why didn't he love you back?

"I… had things going on." You weakly defended, and the way you avoided his eyes cemented the fact that you were hiding something from him, and nothing hurt Andrei more than to be left out, especially out of something that was clearly reaping havoc on your mind.

"You had things going on," he repeated, absolutely baffled and hurt at the way you were shutting him out. "And did those things happen to be getting drunk with Sebastian all night?"

Okay, fine. Andrei was jealous. But not because of what you might be thinking. He loved you, but he loved Julia more - right? - and that's what he thought to be true. Seeing you standing with his friend instead of him was just the added salt to a wound he didn't know existed yet.

Your heart thumped. It thumped the same exact way you thought Andrei might be returning your feelings until he waved it away with some friendly saying, and that wasn't something you wanted to be feeling right now.

Especially when he didn't mean it in the way you hoped he did.

Or did he?

"That's rich," You snorted almost thoughtfully, taking another swig of the wine bottle and relishing in the way it burned down your throat. "So you can be with Julia all night but I can't be with Sepe?"

"Are you serious right now?" Andrei gaped, completely and utterly in disbelief at how you were acting. Drunk you wasn't something he thought he ever wanted to experience again. "It was my engagement party, sorry if I'm a little upset my best friend didn't even congratulate me." He almost hissed, eyes narrowed and shoulders tense.

"Don't go changing the topic," You hissed, reaching forward to shove a finger into his chest. "You can have Julia next to your side but I can't hang around Sebastian?"

"That is not what I meant and you know it."

"No, actually, I don't think I do."

"Jesus christ-" Andrei threw his hands up, shooting up in frustration to run a hand through his hair. "Is there something you want to tell me? Because I want to be on the same page, but it's hard when you won't even look me in the eye."

For the first time since he entered your apartment, you quieted, his words awakening the part of you that was hurt, still fucking in love with him, but also just really missed your best friend.

Emotions that were once on a high finally settling down much like the ocean after a storm, Andrei quietly said your name before carefully placing a hand on your arm. "What's wrong? Please be honest, you're my best friend, and—"

There were those words again. 'Best friend'. The term Andrei had used to define your relationship since day one, the term that overtime you had grown to hate and even despise.

Your drunken self decided you were finally tired of hiding that fact.

"What if I don't want to be just your best friend?" And there it was. You all but shouted into the emptiness of your apartment as the emotions came bubbling over, exploding into a mess of volcanic ash as you watched the way Andrei's features twisted into one of guilt and sadness.

But not for him. For you. Because he didn't love you back. Seeing it reflected in his eyes hurt worse than you thought it would, to finally have what you knew deep down to be true confirmed.

But Andrei wasn't one to spill his guts out. Not even to you. Despite the bubbly feeling in his gut he normally got around you but now it was intensified, Andrei deflected. He deflected with anger. He didn't want to think about why he suddenly wanted to grab your face and make all of your pain go away.

"You're joking with me right now," He muttered, brows furrowed in disbelief. You were being honest, and he didn't like that he wanted to continue one bit.

"You'd think I'd lie about one of the biggest problems in my life? To your face? Especially when it's about you?" You hissed, the shattering of your heart before now nothing compared to what it felt like now.

You should have fucking known.

"You've lied about drinking, so, I don't know, you tell me… I confront you on avoiding my engagement and you tell me that, what? You're in love with me?"

Your eye twitched. And then the both of them filled with tears, but unlike at his party you couldn't stop them from spilling over your cheeks as your expression remained stony.

"I tell you I've loved you since the first fucking day I met you and you have the guts to say that I'm lying? I want attention?" You couldn't even find the energy to muster a scoff. Your energy was gone, and now you were just tired.

Tired of Andrei, tired of feelings in general.

You were done. For real this time.

"No." You cut off the beginnings of whatever words were in his mouth. "Get out." Perhaps your sober self would regret the decision to kick him out in the morning, but right now you needed him gone.

"What?" Suddenly Andrei's eyes were filled with panic, realizing too late that he had pushed you too far and that maybe now you were gone from his life for good.

He didn't want that. He had never wanted that.

"I said," You hissed, not even bothering to wipe away the tears as they dripped down your face in what felt like waves. "Get out. Now." Each word was punctuated by a weak shove of his chest until he was right at your open door.

Andrei owed you this. He knew he did, even if he didn't want to. Because as soon as your door closed you were gone. Gone from his life for who knows how long, and as his body filled with guilt and regret, anger and sadness, he couldn't help but try one last time to reach through to you, to try and undo the pain he caused you with just a few single words.

"Please," he choked out, no longer able to fight the regretful tears in his eyes as he realized he was losing you. "²Прости, мне очень жаль, let me try and fix this…"

"Andrei, please…" Your lip trembled, your apartment door that really only weighed pounds suddenly feeling like mountains. "Please go. I can't. I can't right now."

And finally, he relented. Andrei understood the words you said to him, remembering what seemed like years ago when he told you he couldn't talk about their loss after his leg injury.

You understood then. And Andrei owed it to you to understand now, as painful as it was for him to leave you all alone.

The door slammed shut in his face, and as Andrei stared with his own river of tears flowing down his cheeks, he realized you may have just permanently shut the door to your heart, too.

And by the time he realized this, it was already much too late.

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The rose left unwatered (Law x f!reader)

Heyo guys ! this is my first multi part fanfiction and I hope that you will all like it =w=. No TW for now apart for coming smut in next chapters~ This was originally a request by @soul-stealer-reaper . Thanks for requesting :) originally you asked for a scenario with rough NSFW where Law has a crush on a girl that the government is afraid of and that has high bounty. As this will have some parts, everything you asked for will come in the next chapters so no worries :’) ! I won’t hide that wrote quite freely tho, I hope that it’s fine. Synopsis : You have felt unwanted for so long that you forgot the last time you felt like you belonged. Quite paradoxical, when you are one of the most wanted “criminals” in the new world. You cross paths with Law after joining the strawhats at Fishman Island to “kill some time” and you both feel a weird connection from the moment your eyes met, curiosity, hatred or desire, did it really matter as long as feelings were involved ? ---------------------------

A rose left unwatered will wither, A heart left unloved will rot, A sweet dream left untouched will go bitter, A love left unspoken will be forgot. Nemo - Murder in Venice

The first time that Law saw you, he found you extremely annoying. He remembered that he saw your wanted poster somewhere, with one of the highest bounties that he has ever seen. Seeing such a high bounty made him raise an eyebrow at first, what could you have done to have the whole world on your back ? The second thought that came to his mind was that of detachement, then he flinched at that thought.

The first time that Law saw you in person was after his Allience with the strawhats. You stayed at the ship the whole time, you didn't even bother to follow others to punk Hazard or to help them with their plans. He thought that you were an extremely selfish person and you reminded him of the person that he hated most. That way you had of doing what you wanted without caring about others, the smirk you had on your lips at all times, never submitting, always acting so sure of yourself, it irritated him.

How could someone get such a strong reaction out of him ? He didn't even know, he always eyed you from afar and it was enough to know that you prfoundly, passionately got on his nerves.

You joined the strawhats in the Fishmen Island, finding your way to them and just asking to join. Luffy's simplistic demeanor meant that he accepted right away, not caring about who you were and not flinching at your high bounty.

You made it clear that you were just staying to be entertained, in fact, you didn't want to fight, you didn't want to help anyone, your curiosity was just peaked by Luffy, by that man that defied the world government, by that man that defied everyone at Marineford. You weren't impressed, but you just felt sympathy towards him and wanted to find some company.

You found what you were looking for, in fact, life with the strawhats was enjoyable, you didn't get along with Usopp or Nami. The former thought that you were « too scary » and would kill them in their sleep, the latter hated how little you were willing to cooperate.

You had your own reason, but nobody on that ship was able to grasp your personnality, you just had your own way of thinking, your own internal logic that nobody seemed to get. Who were you ? Why were you there and why was the whole world on your back ? All these questions were provoking Law, teasing him endlessly. His curiosity was growing day after day and you were always there, on a lounge chair enjoying the burn of the sun on your skin, not caring about anything else, not caring about him, not that he cared...did he ? You got on his nerves just by being there, he felt obseverd yet, he wasn't the kind of people to get flustered but your gaze was so intense, feline.

It was a soft night on the sunny, a few days before getting to Dressrosa. On this night, the strawhats decided to gather around after dinner like always. They enjoyed socializing and spending time together, telling stories and playing silly games. It was quite late so Momo was already sleeping. Everyone was on the deck enjoying some drinks and you were on the crow's nest, peaceful.

« Y/N-chaaawn~ » Screamed Sanji, making you look down. « Come have some fun with us, don't stay there on your own ! »

« - Yeah Y/N ! We're all having fun here. » Said Luffy.

You jumped gracefully from the crow's nest just like a cat. You then looked around circularly before taking place between Law and Robin as she silently made some space for you. The atmosphere was light and everyone was enjoying themselves. Zoro was drinking bottle after bottle as Sanji was screaming at him. Usopp was telling you all for the tenth time about how he took down a sea king with his little finger and Luffy and Chopper were captivated by how cool that was.

You were just silently enjoying that sense of peace till Nami asked you out of nowhere

« Oh true Y/N, I actually never asked but I am curious, why is your bounty so high ? What have you done ? »

For a second your expression changed and everyone's eyes were on you. You just decided to tell them some kind of lie and you said that you killed a celestial dragon. Everyone looked at you in awe, killing a celestial dragon means that you had to escape from admirals. You excused yourself then saying you were tired, therefore going to sleep.

After hours of partying Strawhats went to sleep. You got out of the girl's quarter wearing only a night gown. Your thoughts were waltzing since earlier's events and you were looking melancolically at the ocean. The sound of the waves was so calming, you got close to the board of the sunny, placing your elbows on the wooden surface. You didn't notice it when Law came your way, he wasn't sleeping either, his sleeping schedule was always herractic. He was still intrigued by the lie you told earlier and by your overall attitude, something about you drew him towards you like a magnet.

-(Y/N)-ya...You didn't kill a celestial dragon, did you?

His voice was low and hoarse, stealing a murmur out of your lips. Your eyes met his, gray, icy. It was the first time he said your name outloud, actually, you briefly ever interacted since he got on this ship.

-Trafalgar ?..

You were wondering why did he bring this up, he never ever showed interest in you and you in him. In fact, now that you looked at him more in detail, you could say that he was an exceptionally handsome male with soft dark hair and a gloomy but all the more seductive cast of demeanor.

He could obtain any female he wanted at a snap of his fingers. You looked away and added :

-I thought that you disliked me. Why do you even ask ?

He raised an eyebrow, but got back to his stoic expression almost immediatly. He didn't know that it showed. However, you were wrong, he was starting to get intrigued by you, by your high bounty, by the detached way you acted. He was usually the one to observe and analyse people, but something about you...He couldn't put a finger on.

-I don't like lies.

-I have my own reasons...I'm sure there are a lot of things that you want to keep secret.

You hesitated then looked his side. He seemed calm still and just shrugged, ready to go back to his spot but then you added ;

-I lied because I didn't want to involve anyone in this...When I was just a child, I was a part of a dozen kids that were selected to take part into a « government experiment »...I don't want to go into details but...you clenched your fist, eyes fixed on an imaginary point in front of you I am the only survivor of that experiment...Therefore I'm being tracked... We were given power...To this day I don't know its extent...But I know that with just a blow of my fingers I could...you gasped How could a child be granted such a power ? Why did they have to choose for me ? I didn't want any of this....I never wanted to fight, I don't want to fight. I just wanted to be normal, to have a family, to feel wanted...haha...your laugh was bitter I mean, I know that I am the most wanted person you probably met, but I didn't mean it in that way. I hope that this satisfies your curiosity, Trafalgar Law.

Your eyes met, he looked in them, deep, searching for traces of honesty. You were telling the truth, there wasn't a doubt. He liked the way his name sounded out of your lips, it was the first time that he heard these three letters murmured by you. It's as if his first name sounded different, you had that way of saying it, almost like a whisper. You looked so vulnerable in your nightgown, so fragile despite your usual arrogant carapace. The fiery tigress looked like a sweet kitten and he was surprised by the way he just wanted to reassure you. He brushed that thought quickly and added, stoic ;

-I see, why did you tell me ?

-You just asked me to, no ? I just felt like we were a bit alike...Ah. Also, quit asking me questions....This is starting to feel like a doctor examination...Now it's my turn to ask. Why do you even care ? I didn't think that the surgeon of death was such a curious person.

He scratched his chin, hesitating for a second, but then he just said bluntly ;

-The first time I saw you, I thought that you were extremely annoying.

- Ah ? you looked at him with a straight face, but still a bit offended If we're playing first impressions then...

-But I get it now.

He wasn't annoyed, in fact, he was just fascinated. It wasn't animosity that he felt but desire to know more about you. It wasn't that he was making sure that you're not endangering anyone, he wanted to look at you, it was just excuses upon excuses, rationalization for a case of irrational fascination. Now that the diagnostic was there, he could understand his emotions more clearly.

-You are talking in riddles but well...Whatever...Why did you form an alliance with Luffy by the way ? I wonder how you're able to handle all of his energy if you can't even stand mine haha.

-Let me correct you ; I don't hate you. He stops for a moment then he adds. There is a man that I would like to kill.

You turn now, back against the wooden border of the ship. You had an amused look on your face, wondering who was that man that he wanted to take down ;

-Now that's interesting ! Let me guess, who is it ?

-You are quite curious yourself, (Y/N)-ya...

He thought it was only fair, you opened up to him, he opened up to you, but telling you the details wasn't for now.

-So you are using the strawhats ?

-I am not sure who is using who. And what is your reason for joing the strawhats ?

-Luffy, you said with dreamy eyes, it's the D in his name...I have been drawn to people with this letter in their names like a magnet...I don't know...I just believe it's fate...

He was startled by your answer, so you knew about the « D » letter ? He also had this letter in his name...He just added then, with a face that didn't betray his surprise ;

-Oh , a girl like you believes in such romantic stories ?

-And what is a girl like me like ? You added, amused. I mean, apart from annoying.

-...Quit it already.

His tone was stable as always. He didn't show it but he thought that it was cute of you, how you insisted and played along. You faced him, your eyes looking right into his and you weren't one to look down, oh no. Irisis into his irisis, looking for him and digging something into him. He didn't even know what you meant by such a look, once again, feline.

The salty smell of the ocean's water mixed with the odor of your fruity perfume made that moment a bit more enjoyable and he wasn't even the type of person to enjoy chatting.

Check mate, you made up for that horrible first impression. You added then ;

-You avoided my question by the way, why wouldn't I believe in « such romantic stories » ? What do you think you know about « a girl like me » ?

You got a bit closer, amused, and he thought that it was getting a bit dangerous. You had a fake woeful look in your eyes. His limbs were filled to the brim with that ocean perfume of yours mixed with that sweet taste, and for a second it was as if that odor operated some kind of spell over him, because a surprising thought occured to his mind ; what would your lips taste like ? Certainly salty like the ocean and a tad like peaches.

Unsettled and unfocused he said ;

-Shouldn't you be sleeping ?

In reality, he didn't want these thoughts to make a nest out of his head and decided to cut the conversation quite abruptly. Your rocked your body back, almost like a child and rose your eyebrows in a semi-sarcastic semi-dramatic way.

-I'm a bit too old for a bed time don't you think, Trafalgar ?

-Just Law.

-Yes yes ! L-a-w...See you tomorrow ! You're not as uptight as I thought.

-(Y/N)-ya.

He just said your name in a strict way, probably indicating that you needed to go. His tone was firm, stop teasing already.

You looked at him with a diminishing smile, pronouncing every single letter so slowly, stretching his name on your lips so that these three tiny letters seemed endless. You tossed your hair, and something about the whole situation, about your feminine charm, something about the breeze of the night made the both of you feel unbearable tension. The type of tension that happens between a man and a woman at three in the morning, that tension that makes every little detail, every look in the eyes, every brush of the fingers feel indecent.

The eyes of a woman can't lie, his ego was stroked as he thought he had a glimpse of your hidden desire.You turned to go back to the girl's quarters, his eyes still hanged on your silhouette. ----------- I hope that you liked this first part. Please tell me what you think. It is a great motivator to know that I’m writing and being read. <3 I wish you all a nice day !

#law x reader #law #trafalgar law #onepiece imagines #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #Trafalgar law x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #onepiece x reader

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grimae · 3 years

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I'm so deeply fascinated and joyful about your Book of the Sun drawings, both from an audience standpoint and an artistic one. It's so distinct and wonderful, and there's so much detail and nuance to the texture and the line weight right alongside the intuitive concept of "gold lines on black." It's so great, I feel like I'm browsing an ancient grimoire. Some of my favorite art anywhere, period.

Do you have any tricks or insights you've learned artistically throughout the last 24 pages? You mention loving the problem solving aspect of art, and I'm so intrigued by that.

Thank you so much! Always glad to hear these pages inspire and fascinate other people. I wish I was better at sharing the lore behind them, but part of me always goes “nah you will just spoil things, don’t even know where to start” (what things? why? wouldn’t they just make people more interested?) and another part goes “the way you write this doesn’t sound 100% perfect yet, do not share unless it is perfect” (why must it be perfect? I have no deadline, I can always go back and explain more, too). I started working on these pages in November 2019, which was by all means an incredibly tumultous month, so it’s now been 18 months in which I did these 24 artworks, besides the usual progress in skill I can see with my normal art, I can also clearly see it in the BotS pages. Older pages tend to be muddy. And not focused. One page, the 4th for example is to this day the one I dislike the most. I drew it while I was stressed as I had to leave for a couple days and really wanted to get it finished - which was a mistake, I should have taken my time to fix what annoyed me. Another page, 9, suffers from a similar problem but in a different way. I finally figured out something plot related and desperately wanted to draw a page for it, but I didn’t know yet fully how to translate it - didn’t stop me, should have stopped me tho. 4 on the left, 9 on the right here. Now looking at them again I do see positive things and stuff I did well, though. It’s important to keep your eyes fresh. If I work on a picture well until 1 AM and then actually get it finished, I’d rather just close photoshop nowadays and sleep instead of getting overexcited. Goes for non-BotS work too. Goes for commissions. Anything. I’d rather sleep another night instead of handing in something I am not feeling all too well with.

Later and younger pages tend to be cleaner in a way. Something thing to focus on, ornaments are kept small and not distracting with a hundred lines. As example here pages 19 and 20 (below). One big thing to notice clear negative space which is only defined by this slight colour jitter (I’ve got several brushes to add those now, all slightly different). The upper two pages have these blocks of small ornaments and lines for no reason that make them difficult to look at and concentrate, in my eyes. Especially 4 suffers a lot from it. I could have grouped them up, I could have not added that black splotch around Alazar’s muzzle, I could I could I could. Same goes for the unnecessary golden lines outside of the circle in 10. The rays, yes. The rest? Hm.

And here’s something more, which took me quite a bit to actually get fully - using tiny different changes in hue and value without actually rendering. Negative example is 5, once again a page drawn a year ago, the other two younger. I didn’t know what I was doing back then, it was the first page I wanted to experiment with bigger blocks of grey, and I had no idea what I was doing. I like the black and greys in the clouds, how dense they look and oppressing, but it was unnecessarily confusing. There’s too much going on in them compared to the bottom. I feel like it keeps pulling the view up, where nothing is, essentially. Drastic example I didn’t circle are Judrig’s arms in 21, I tried really hard to actually make them black (for lore related reasons) but the picture kept collapsing on itself, something about it got muddied too hard and made it difficult to focus - until a friend said that, yes, for lore reasons her arms should be black, but if you make her arms red, a colour you already used a lot in previous pages, you can use the black or dark greys for bigger areas and accents without sacrificing readability. Which was good. And I don’t know why I didn’t think of it.

Also I keep saying this in bad tones, “I dislike this page”, “negative example”, but I honestly do not hate any page. I’m happy with them, I’m happy with the progress I can see in them and it makes me excited for the next ones to come. I told myself I will not redraw any of these pages because if I start, I will never stop fixing mistakes no one would care about with a project that is already going way out of hand - but in a way I am proud of. There’s also older pages I really really adore, such as 8, or 6. In lore, the book is drawn and worked on by many multiple vampires, over multiple centuries. It feels a bit like an excuse sometimes, but it does help to explain the slight changes that come with me improving in general. At least to myself.

#long post #ask #sorry I really started to ramble here a bit #but thank you for the ask #anonymous #Anonymous

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Hii could I request a matchup please?

My name is Eva, i'm 17 and any pronouns work for me.

I'm asexual but for a romantic relationship i usually prefer boys.

I'm 5'2 and i have grayish blue hair at the moment. I don't stick to any specific clothing style, I usually just wear what I like tho. I have pretty big eyes ( I used to be called an alien bc of them when i was little) and I am half russian.

I am a libra sun, leo moon, sag rising and an ESTP 8w7. I was told that i am pretty intimidating when you first meet me, but after you get thru this facade i am usually a really hyper person. I joke around all the time and sometimes i can be pretty mean but nothing too bad. I love anything that gives me an adrenaline rush (i'd risk anything most of the time just to have fun). I really like having late night talks and laughing with my friends. I dislike when i'm told what to do and when people pry into my life. I usually like to keep things light hearted in my relationships. My favourite color is blue (many of my friends have told me that they associate me with it bc my ig account is blue themed and i've had blue hair for almost 2 years now). I am really interested in the spiritual side of life.

My top kin is Ryo from devilman crybaby, and from haikyuu i kin Tendo and Oikawa

In a relationship I look for a partner that will keep things exciting between us and is able to make me laugh a lot.

(thank you in advance for this♡)

hi eva! thank you for requesting! ack i tried to dye my hair grayish blue, but i didn’t tone my hair or bleach it enough, so now it’s a really dark greenish color and i am suffering😐 anyways here’s your matchup!

generating matchup...

matchup: complete

i match you up with tendou!

what first drew him to you was how you shared a lot of the same traits as you did, so he was really excited that he found someone who is able to be as chaotic and spontaneous as he is. he immediately wanted to get to know you better. he wasn’t really phased that you first came off as intimidating, and you guys quickly became really close with each other.

tendou will ask you to dye his hair, and tell you to surprise him with any style or color that you think would look good. so far, he has had nearly every color of the rainbow, different clumps of hair dyed different colors, and that greyish blue you have so he could match with you. his favorite color so far was hot pink, and he has done it at least 3 times.

he loves to listen to you rant about whatever comes to mind, and he will be sure to chime in and agree or disagree with whatever you are saying. you guys have gotten into playful arguments about the stupidest things like if a frog worked at mcdonalds would they get paid the same amount as a human. you guys do get deep sometimes, but most of your conversations are on crack and it’s god tier comedy.

tendou will call you at like 3am and just bother you until you sneak out of your house, and for the rest of the morning you guys will just go insane, like mixing different energy drinks, climbing statues, and vandalizing cars (with washable chalk spray paint :)). tendou’s snapchat story is full of blurry pics and videos of you guys doing this shit, and at this point, people are so used to it that they don’t even question what you and tendou are doing.

he thinks your eyes are really pretty, and he will never stop telling you just how beautiful they are. he has experienced people calling him mean names in his childhood as well, so he just wants you to know that everyone who was mean to you was full of shit and they were all lying through their teeth.

tendou loves when you surprise him by going to his games. he definitely plays better when you are watching him, and whenever he successuflly shuts down a block, he will scream “DID YOU SEE THAT EVA!” and point at you. after the game, he will show you his teammates, and he will keep on talking about how lucky he is to have you, and you are his good luck charm.

one of your first dates with him was at a boardwalk amusement park, where you guys just went crazy and went on all of the highest, scariest rides with like no breaks in between, and it was just one adrenaline rush after another. after you guys finished every ride you wanted to go on, you and tendou got some ice cream and walked down the shore to calm both of your nerves down, and tendou chases the seagulls while you laughed and took videos.

every few weeks, you guys have late night karaoke sessions in the comfort of your room, and you and tendou just sing (pretty badly) all those loud, fork in a blender type beat kinds of songs (money machine, NEVER MET!, molly, etc.) while jumping on the bed and just enjoying each others company.

he loves to give you his hoodie, or let you wear one of his jerseys because it shows everyone that you are with him, and you aren’t afraid to tell people that you are his s/o. since most people didn’t want anything to do with him when he was younger, you not being ashamed to say that you are his s/o makes him feel much more accepted and happy with himself.

overall, you guys are such a chaotic couple, and whenever you guys are together, it’s just a constant loop of “what crazy shit will we do next”, and it’s honestly the best thing ever. you guys care about each other very much, and tendou just wants you to know how beautiful and funny you are, so he will tell you at every chance he gets.

i hope you enjoyed! i’m trying out this sort of new layout, and i think it’s nice so imma do this from now on :)

#haikyuu #tendou satori #tendou #haikyuu matchups #haikyu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #tendou imagines #tendou headcanons #tendou x you #haikyu headcanons #haikyu imagines

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bmpmp3 · 3 years

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watch out it’s time for a review nobody asked for for whatever game i just beat but this time it’s the time travel edition, this post is a period piece: I beat FFXV!!! I bought a used copy with my PS4 all the way back in like 2017, the royal upgrade wouldn’t be out for a long while, the prompto dlc was out and I think the gladiolus dlc was on the horizon, thats the time in which i began playing this video game and thats the time i had been suspended in for the past three years, so i need you to understand thats the context of which I beat this game 20 minutes ago and thats why everything im about to say is probably gonna sound like rehashed criticisms from when it launched so im gonna need you to pretend its 2017 for me please dbkjasdfhbjsKDFJKDSANa ANYWAY spoilers for ffxv under the cut

it was alright lol

when i first got it i really adored it and it was so much fun and i played for Many Many Hours dsjhsfdjs I think the thing that drew me in, of all things, was the warp mechanic? I liked the combat even tho magic sucks so bad and while the summons are funny how they work (damn bro u suck so bad at this game the gods themselves needs to come help you out.....) its a shame the whole combat system feels a little shallow, like maybe if there were more skills or links or summons or hell more button combos,.... i dunno, i still adore the warp mechanic so much its so good i wish more games had things like it, it might also be one of the first modern open world games ive ever played?? wait holy shit......ffxv is the first modern open world game ive ever played................

anyway i knew going in the plot was one of the more criticized aspects and like yeah.....its borderline incomprehensible, too much important and relevant stuff happens in dlc i dont own and never played (i’ll probably check out some walkthroughs of em later tho), THE PACING oh baby the pacing

so like when i played it i played many hours and then i got to the endgame section where it gets really linear (i hear they changed stuff in the royal upgrade so its less so tho) i just stopped playing for three entire years until like a month ago hjkdsjfskfdsa its not that i dislike linearity!!! i actually love linearity, honestly i prefer it, like, the entire reason i stopped playing this game for three whole ass years was cause i burnt myself out on open world nonsense kdsjkfansjd modern open world games are mildly dangerous for me.. especially recently where the standout games ive played this year for me have been drakengard which was an evil video game yes but it was also very arcade-y and stage based design wise and genuinely i think thats underappreciated and has a lot of potential, and also flower sun and rain which is a chapter based point and click adventure game with sidequests but primarily linear, i dunno im always a slut for linearity

i dont remember what i was typing and unfortunately i dont know how to read so reading what i just wrote is out of the question but anyway i just kinda stopped at the part where shit goes down Very Suddenly and like all the plot is crammed in those last few chapters until like this month when i picked it back up again hrjfekdska and man i remember people telling me some of those later chapters suck ass and like......yeah......................OKAY IT WASNT THAT BAD.... i didnt mind most of it!!! but chapter 13 (noctis route, havent played the other one).... there was so many cool ideas being brought up and i liked the tone shift into a straight up psychological horror game BUT first of all this game needs to stop trying to get me to do stealth im not gonna do stealth if i wanted to do stealth id play a game with mechanics that lend itself well to that style of play and not ffxv

ffxv stop trying to make stealth happen its not going to happen

and SECOND of all they TOOK....AWAY....MY WARP......................MY WARP........................................................................................

some crimes can never be forgiven

jdlkfdsafs genuinely tho like it made me realize the warp is truly what makes this game fun for me, which is why im hesitant to play the dlc chapters myself and am probably gonna opt for a walkthrough instead, if i cant warp whats the point!!! let me zoom across the map bitch!!!!! what do you mean i have to run towards these enemies instead of slapping triangle at them... bicth im gonna kill you

there were lots of cool ideas and interesting story beats that maybe could have been good if they had been paced out better and not locked away behind unreleased dlc idfjkjlsjfks man and some of the late game environments are so COOL whadda hell....i do love the industrial fantasy vibe, maybe someday i should finally play ff7, yakuza like a dragon reminded me that maybe i do like turn based combat sometimes so i’ll try it out~

wait i got sidetracked anyway poor lunafreya, man...... like i love noctis and the boys so much but girl you can do better than him............girl he only has eyes for fishing trips with the boys... get u a man thats on ur level..... although i think this is a problem with a lot of stories where a love interest is absent for most of the story (and in lunafreyas case, dies two thirds of the way in jwhdksafsmnfdkms) all while the main character is hanging out with their pals, we end up spending all this time seeing the chemistry with the pals up close and personal all while noctis’s and luna’s relationship is told to us through prerendered flashbacks and also occasionally a notebook....give us a gf that can hang out with us video games....video games we need to hang out with out gfs

oh mild spoilers for a different jrpg Radiant historia, but i think the sorta romance between raynie and stock works really well just cause like shes with us!!! shes hanging out with us!!!!!!!! let us hang out with out gfs......

when i was younger and i first started playing it i was hoping the story would focus more on how fucked up it is that like gladiolus and ignis were like raised to be retainers............like imagine ur 2 and theyre like yo this baby? ur gonna advise him.....imagine ur like 3 and theyre like you gotta protect this baby with ur life..........................i dunno i think there coulda been some interesting interpersonal conflict over how theyre all still friends who love eachother but like the situation theyve all been raised in is NUTS.... i dunno they probably explained it away in the game lore somewhere i dunno i cant read fdssdfssfadsdsafsd i guess one of the biggest problems with the writing is honestly how messy all the themes get, like the game ur playing at the beginning is low key an entirely different story and it shows qwq i could not tell you what the thematic takeaway was by the end gomenasai

it does suck how fragmented and convoluted getting the story of this video game is, and this is coming from a fan of kingdom hearts.... like theres the game and the movie and also one chapter of the game with two routes and also all these dlc episodes and theres like that pixel game about nocts dad and there was the story in the demo and theres probably more i dont know about and like its one thing to have a multimedia project with lots of supplemental material but each thing needs to be fairly standalone yknow? like love live doesnt make you play the mobile game to understand the mangas jkfdsjdsfdasdf i dunno it was just too much and too fragmented in far too complex of a way for me (again, a kingdom hearts fan) to follow qwq

oh heres another compliment for the game tho, the photo mechanic? fantastic like more games should have auto photos that you get to look through, its so cute and fun, plus even tho the plot and pacing was a bit of a mess and some of the character development was incomprehensible i still cried at the end when noctis picks one of promptos photos to keep with him, and then in the credits when it shows you a bunch of photos you saved in order....i knew it was coming but it was so cute and good.....

oh also like.....two credits....two after credits scenes.......maybe more....imagine

oh man also it was getting a little rough after prompto disappeared so to kinda keep my spirits up and continue through the game without getting bored i played the rest of the game in the dorky chocobo festival outfit and lemme tell ya.....it adds a lot, 10/10, would recommend wearing it to the endgame, since the costumes show up in the cutscenes after the timeskip i was still wearing it and the shot of seeing grizzly 30 year old noctis with that stupid little hat.......i laughed so hard my dad came to check on me sfhkjdajfsldvfds i wasnt ready for it.....................

all in all ffxv as it stands without the royal upgrade or any dlcs is a decent, good but not fantastic game with some writing problems and some hit or miss gameplay mechanics but is still very fun (until they take your warp ability away) and has a lot of cool ideas and i liked it~

oh shit i just remembered a friend told me back in highschool (when i started the game) that the car gets flying abilities at one point......i never saw it fly.....ive been CONNED...IVE BEEN SWINDLEDwait i just googled it it was a side thing i never did lol i was hoping it would just randomly happen and i could fly my car to go kill ardyn tho........

edit: WAIT sorry i just remembered i had more things to say but also i need to sleep so they might be incomprehensible

- the fishing minigame slapped but only if you had the dlc that makes you never lose your tackle

- i know promptos like a clone or something but because of one of the early dungeons, the icy one, where that creature keeps stealing prompto cause she thinks hes her baby i thought it was leading up to a reveal that prompto was literally the kidnapped child of the boss of this dungeon hfskjdlfddsfdds

-i love most of the timeskip designs but prompto needs to shave that little beard off right this moment

- the timeskip was so fucked up imagine ur 20 and u wake up and ur 30 and then you die.......

-oddly enough i was weirdly fine with the fantasy audi and the fantasy vivian westwood and the fantasy cup noodles but the thing that did kinda throw me for a loop was at one point when i think ignis references the shining like all work and no play makes me a dull boy...... i cant stop thinking about fantasy steven king and fantasy kubrick

- playing as 30 year old noct tho, it did remind me of how nice yakuza 7 was with playing as 40 year olds....more jrpgs should let me be a grown man i like being a grown man it just feels nice

edit again: just woke up here’s some more things i wanna say

- i think another reason the last section of the game is a little meh is cause its all set at night or in dark areas and man.,....this game is Bad with dark areas lkfdsjds like i put the brightness as high as i can put it, i even adjust my tvs brightness and i STILL cant see SHIT!!!! bro turn the lights on.... basically never played at night unless the game made me cause it was so bad jfjskds plus there were so many cool environments like i mentioned before, but i cant see them qAq

- are rewrites a thing outside of warrior cats? like yknow when people write fanfic that are just like rewrites of the original property but like fixed lol i havent read one since i was like 10 and reading drawn to life rewrites (im sorry but the plot twist is bad) but i also havent really looked, i think ffxv could do well with some fan rewrites

#im sorry i need to write an essay every time i beat a video game

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haikyuu-scenarios-box · 4 years

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Haikyuu Horrors — Week 1 🔪

Wendigo — Kuroo Tetsurou x GenderNeutral!Reader

Next week: Demon — DemonKing!Oikawa Tooru x FallenAngel!Reader A/N: lowkey dedicating this to @kageyama-tho and @normiewrites bc i love their blogs and they said they love horror stories fuck me up im so excited to write next week’s scenario The setting is in the Ashio Copper Mine and I had to make a couple of changes for the sake of the story. Although the mine’s been abandoned since 1973, tours are still carried out to this day and it’s a popular tourist spot. I’ve diverged from that (and some of the geography) and made it so that the mine’s been closed completely since 1973, including the public. TW: character deaths, gore, blood, mentions of cannibalism and murder this is a wendigo scenario what did u expect Word count: 3,617

UNDER THE CUT

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January 9th, 2018. 12:47:32 AM Ashio, Nikko, Tochigi Prefecture The Kuroos Cabin

They both lived beneath a sky forsaken by the sun.

The threat of fractures haunted their bones, the undertones of their skin had been drained and exhaustion circled their eyes.

They both lived beneath a blinding white, their irises forever glazed.

Steam rose up from the latte that sat near the map of Nikko. [Y/n] had only taken a couple of sips of the coffee, finding the flavour disgustingly sugary. There was no element of surprise there, though - after all, it came from power in a packet. Superficial scratches ran along the desk, worn down from the never-ending notes and diagrams that [y/n]’s pens drew.

‘It’s almost one in the morning.’

‘Oh, Tetsurou,’ [y/n] approached Kuroo, wrapping their arms around his waist, ‘How come you’re up?’

‘I was asleep until I heard the kettle boiling,’ he chuckled, his fingers combing through their hair. Agony sank into Kuroo’s chest as several strands came out. He ensured that they ate three healthy meals a day, remained hydrated and spent time outdoors, but inadequate sleep takes a great toll on any body.

‘The coffee tasted awful, so it wasn’t even worth waking you up for,’ they said sheepishly, ‘sorry.’

When it came to [y/n]’s insistence on tagging along with Kuroo during his trips to Nikko, he possessed an immeasurable dislike. The steady decline in [y/n]’s health induced a sickening anxiety within him, causing numerous arguments that all led to his failure in persuasion. [Y/n] always prevailed, ending up with him in their expensive two-story cabin in Ashio, drinking that godawful packet coffee throughout the night.

Kuroo grabbed both of [y/n]’s hands, placing a kiss on each knuckle. ‘Come to bed,’ he coaxed, leading them out of the study.

‘I can’t,’ [y/n] pulled away, ‘I’ve got a new lead and I’ll lose my train of thought if I leave it for the morning.’

A long, dejected sigh left Kuroo’s lips. Their marriage of three years was fulfilling and filled with immense joy, there was not a speck of doubt about that fact. It was that obsession of theirs that caused concrete to pour into his lungs. For the entire year, it’d non-existent – it only emerged during those winter trips. It was almost a ritualistic occurrence that was triggered by lingering trauma.

‘It’s been six years, [y/n],’ he said with sorrow, immense grief overwhelming him.

‘And I’ll work on this case for another six if that’s needed,’ [y/n] returned to their desk, eyeing the blueprint taped to the wall above it. It was entirely taped with maps of nearby areas, newspaper clippings from 2012, head shots of the volleyball team they managed in high school - everything that they believed would assist them.

‘Look at this,’ [y/n] turned their laptop towards him, showing him a list of names on an excel spreadsheet.

‘Since when did you become so tech-savvy?’ Kuroo grinned slyly.

‘Firstly, excel isn’t tech-savvy,’ they scoffed, ‘Secondly, don’t change the topic,’ they demanded. ‘I made a list of everyone who disappeared from the area over the past six years.’

Kuroo leaned into the screen, his pupils drifting down the list.

‘And?’

[Y/n] pointed to the column titled “disappearance”, ‘Ever since the winter of 2014, the year they closed the investigation, a bunch of people would vanish within days of each other. All of them had no familial connections and barely any relationships, so there’s never been any pressure on the police to find them.’

Their lips pressed against the ceramic cup, taking a sip of their now-lukewarm coffee. ‘I’m glad neither of us have gotten snatched so far,’ they laughed nervously.

‘Probably because we’re not a socially inept,’ Kuroo chuckled, burying his face into the crook of their neck. He grabbed their shoulders tenderly, turning them around. ‘They’re dead, [y/n],’ Kuroo said with a soft voice. He placed his hands on their cheeks, the pad of his thumbs stroking their cheekbones. ‘They got lost during the snowstorm that day and died of hypothermia.’

‘No, they didn’t!’ they yanked his grip off them.

‘For fuck’s sake, [y/n]!’ Kuroo exploded, yelling in frustration, ‘The case was solved years ago! You’re losing sleep and ruining your health for nothing!’

‘You’re so full of shit!’ they fumed, ‘I know you don’t believe that because you were obsessed with this case too, remember?! But unlike you, I didn’t stop caring about what happened to our friends!’

‘I didn’t stop caring, I just moved on!’ Kuroo stepped towards into them, driving them to walk backwards until their back pressed against the wall. ‘Every year, you insistent on coming with me and I let you. I try so damn hard to make sure that you don’t return to your obsession, but you do it the moment I fall asleep.’

[Y/n] cowered under Kuroo’s intense gaze; his eyebrows knitted as air hissed between his teeth.

‘You’re never coming back here ever again,’ Kuroo walked away, prepared to slam the door shut, ‘we’re leaving in the morning.’

‘The mines, Tetsurou!’

The muscles within Kuroo’s shoulders suddenly relaxed, his posture slumping. ‘The Ashio Copper Mines that'd been abandoned since 1973...’ [y/n] began, ‘the police never even considered checking them.’

He finally looked at them, donning a smile riddled with misery.

‘Do... do you really want to know what happened?’

‘Of course I do! Don’t you dare tell me that you found out and kept it from me,’ [y/n] said with disgust.

‘If you were the one who found out first, I would’ve been furious if you didn’t keep it from me,’ Kuroo picked up their snow jackets from the clothes rack, 'let’s go.’

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‘How are we meant to get in? The adit’s sealed,’ [y/n] rubbed their gloved hands together furiously, vapour drifting out of their mouth.

‘Not fully,’ Kuroo walked over to the slabs of wood that covered the left edge of the adit. He placed a hand against them, his brain vividly recalling his first venture inside. The images pulsated within his eyes, almost liquefying them within their sockets.

Kuroo began to move the wood, each one sinking into the snow as he discarded them.

‘It’s a really small gap, but I think we’ll be able to squeeze through. Come,’ he ushered.

Although the glacial breeze no longer pricked into [y/n]’s exposed skin, the place somehow intensified their cold-induced numbness; as though fungus began to bloom from their pores. They believed that their unease was caused by the dark, but it continued to plague their muscles even after Kuroo flicked on the flashlight.

‘Hey, it’s alright,’ Kuroo put his arm around them, ‘there’s nothing threatening our wellbeing down here.’

‘Except for the rocks above us that may tumble down at any moment,’ [y/n] shuddered, ‘where exactly are we going? I-it’s still pretty dark.’

‘I want to show you what I found,’ Kuroo held them even closer, ‘Don’t worry, there’s no skeletons,’ he smirked.

‘This is not the time to joke around!’

A shriek erupted deep within the mines, the sudden spike in their blood pressure inducing a shiver into every vertebrae.

‘W-what on earth was that?’ [y/n] wheezed, breaking away from Kuroo. They frantically looked around, but their vision was limited to what the flashlight exposed. A droplet of water fell onto their scalp from the rusty beams above, causing them to gasp and jump backwards into Kuroo.

‘Calm down,’ he cooed, holding [y/n]’s hand. ‘It’s been abandoned for over a decade and everything’s breaking down. Odd noises aren’t unusual.’

[Y/n] nodded with a gulp, their saliva soothing their dry throat.

‘That elevator though’—Kuroo pointed the flashlight to his left, revealing a cage elevator—‘didn’t break down much. It worked fine the last time I was here.’

‘The last time?’ [y/n] scoffed playfully, ‘You’ve been going on spooky adventures without me?’ they asked sarcastically.

'Can’t comfort you every time you get startled,’ he snickered. He led them into the elevator and pulled the latch, the coils creaking as it took them upwards.

Their arm was tightly looping around his, horrified at the possibility that they’d get separated.

‘The wendigo’—Kuroo grunted as he slid open the cage-like door of the elevator—‘is a mythological creature that comes from Algonquian folklore.’

Logs of moldy wood were hammered into the walls over the rocks underneath, the spotlights mounted on them burnt out years ago. Several mine trolleys ran along the railway, ores of copper overflowing. The soles of Kuroo’s shoes created a crunch as he walked onto the pebbles covering the ground.

‘Tetsurou,’ they said with a stern voice, ‘when I said that this isn’t the time to joke around, I meant it.’

‘What, you’re not into Native American culture?’ Kuroo teased.

‘I’m not into you trying to scare me even more.’

‘[Y/n]…’ Kuroo placed his forehead against theirs, giving it a slow and gentle kiss, ‘... you have to trust that I’m telling you all this for a reason.’

[Y/n] held Kuroo’s hand in silent agreement, continuing to follow his lead.

‘The Algonquian people believe that when a human starves long enough, the wendigo spirit will begin to possess them, driving them to have thoughts of cannibalism.’

A screech almost entirely pierced through [y/n]’s eardrums, a high-pitched ringing flourishing within their ears. The hairs along their body pointed upwards as their lower lip quivered.

‘Humans who find themselves in such a situation usually succumb out of survival. But even then, they’re not excused from the sin they committed. Their fate to transform into a wendigo, a man-eating monster, is sealed. That is their punishment.’

Another screech, this time leading to the sensation of an ice pick digging within [y/n]’s ears.

‘What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!’ [y/n] looked at Kuroo with fury and repulsion, ‘Y-you’re so damn casual about t-th-that story! And those sounds!’—they waved their hands around, attempting to come up with an appropriate description—‘Those a-aren’t things b-b-breaking down, o-or a person that could be here, b-because it’s so—’

Multiple shrieks, shaking and swirling within the aged walls.

‘Monstrous?’ Kuroo turned around to face them, the hazel of his eyes seemingly green. ‘Our friends were trapped in the mines for weeks, [y/n]. They were starving.’

‘I really don’t like that you’re implying that our friends ate each other. And I don’t like that you’re narrating some campfire story while doing so,’ [y/n] backed away from him, ‘we’re leaving. We’re leaving right now.’

Kuroo completely neglected their demand, immediately clasping his hand around their wrist and dragging them forwards.

‘Let go!’ [y/n] dug their heels into the ground, clawing at his fingers, ‘Dammit, Tetsurou, let go of me!’

They’d known him since their first years at Nekoma. Well over a decade had passed since then, yet there was never a single occasion where force was an element of Kuroo’s touch. As a matter of fact, the delicacy and tenderness of his touches were a sharp contrast to the roughness of his callouses - that was the kind of man [y/n] developed an intense love for. Not the man that was forcibly dragging them somewhere they didn’t wish to be.

‘A wendigo never dies from starvation and its hunger is insatiable... that’s the whole point of the curse,’ Kuroo dismissed their pleas. He finally stopped in front of a row of small wooden planks, propped into a muddy patch of soil. ‘But when I found them during that winter in 2014, I made a vow to keep them well-fed. That list of missing persons you showed me? That was the menu.’

‘You fucking kidnapped people and threw them in here?!’ the next shriek led a burst within [y/n]’s ear canal to suddenly erupt, their own scream merging with the animalistic ones echoing within the mines. [Y/n] pressed their hands firmly against their ears, palms warm with the blood that slowly poured out.

‘I killed them beforehand so they wouldn’t suffer.’

Their face was raw from the negative temperature of the night, their tears scorching it as they trailed down. Kuroo wrapped [y/n] within his arms, holding them tightly into his chest. It did not induce the slightest amount of comfort, though. Kuroo’s embrace was foreign, alarming and unspeakably nauseating.

The white paint on the wooden sticks was almost entirely chipped away, age having worn them down. [Y/n] kneeled in front of them when they caught glance of the letters scratched into them, blinking rapidly to lessen the clouding of their vision.

Inuoka. Kai. Shibayama. Taketora.

A cassette of the team devouring the intestines of those four played inside [y/n]’s mind, as though their body was taunting them. Bile rose up their stomach, burning the delicate membranes of their throat and mouth as they spat it out.

‘W-who the fuck even are you?!’ they aggressively pushed Kuroo away, ‘You’re not the man I married! I d-didn’t marry a fucking murderer!’

‘You’d rather they starve again?’ he asked in disbelief.

‘You just said that those things don’t die from starvation!’

The next screech prompted Kuroo to stand up and face away from them, appearing to be waiting for something. ‘It’s not fair that we’re alive and happy, [y/n]. We both have to die just as horribly,’ he said in an uncharacteristically calm manner. If [y/n] hadn’t known any better, they would have believed that he was a deaf man that was completely unaware of the monstrous wails. ‘That is the punishment for our sin.’

‘What fucking sin? There’s no sin! Please, Tetsurou, this is all just survivor’s guilt—’

The muscles of their tongue tensed at the sight. The creature was no shorter than twelve feet, its legs thrice the length of its arms. Its pale, wrinkled and sickly grey skin was tightly taut against its bones due to severe emaciation; its abnormal skeleton on the verge of breaking through. No hair was to be found on its body - only frost.

Its claws, the size of battle swords, sunk themselves into Kuroo’s head with ease; as though it were a needle gliding through a pin cushion. It placed its gaunt, sunken face in front of Kuroo’s, releasing a high-pitched scream that throbbed within [y/n]’s damaged ears. The short strings of decayed tendons that hung from shank-like teeth flew away from its mouth, some dropping to the ground.

[Y/n]’s pupils drifted towards the rocky ceiling of the mine, spotting several more wendigos screaming in hunger. The sound of flesh tearing caught their attention, leading them to look at Kuroo once more.

The wendigo pulled his head upwards. [Y/n] watched every vein within his neck tear until his head was completely severed from his torso, splashes of ruby painting their face and dyeing their clothes. The vocal cords within their larynx were paralysed - even though the scent of rotten mince from their husband’s blood clung onto the hairs within their nostril, [y/n] found themselves incapable of making a single sound. Kuroo wasn’t capable of doing so either while he was ripped apart, the blood filling his upper body making him gurgle instead of scream.

What distressed them even further was the wendigo’s sunken eyes. Its murky, faded golden eyes.

‘... Kenma?’

The wendigos that lunged in [y/n]’s direction immediately snapped them out of their shock, prompting them to grab the flashlight. Sheer horror powered their legs to run to the elevator nearby; they possessed no desire to turn around and see how many there were exactly, especially when considering that that would slow their movements.

Splinters and cuts embedded themselves into [y/n]’s fingers as they pushed large barrels, tumbled trolleys, rocks — anything and everything — in the wendigos’ way while they ran. Under normal circumstances, [y/n]’s strength to do such things would have been non-existent, but their heart beat fast enough for adrenaline to seep into every cell. Fear was a fuel to pushing the body well beyond its limits.

Although [y/n] was relying on the unstable light they wavered around, the elevator began to enter their view. They extended their right hand out, prepared to close the metal door once they got in. Their brain was floating, their vision was hazing and their organs were collapsing.

The unanticipated piercing of large, pointed teeth into [y/n]’s shoulder was what led them to finally scream. The wendigo was a creature of the winter, yet its bite was agonisingly hot. They could fully feel its humerus, rib cage, vertebrae — its entire skeleton — pressed against them while it lifted them off the ground.

The wendigo was then suddenly ripped away from [y/n], Kenma — or rather, what used to be Kenma — having jumped at it. The pull tore several of [y/n]’s tendons, their nails digging into their shoulder to ease the throbbing sting.

With that singular brush of a four-leaf clover, [y/n] made it to the elevator at last. They found no time to apply pressure to their wound, dropping the flashlight and slamming the door shut. One of the wendigos gnawed at the bars, leading [y/n] to pull the latch frantically. It was significantly taller than the others - around fifteen feet. If it weren’t for its door, it would have easily grabbed [y/n]’s head and crushed it, giving them an end identical to Kuroo’s.

[Y/n]’s head spun with a ruthless migraine, anxiety deepening while the wendigo refused to let go of its grip on the elevator while it ascended. They were unsure if it was their sole aim of escaping, or the trauma they’d gained from watching their husband’s severed head rolling towards them, but an intense rage engulfed them. They began to relentlessly and repeatedly slam the soles of their shoes against the wendigo’s claws.

It screeched with a fury and pain, eventually letting go. When the elevator reached a halt, [y/n] realised that the adit was now close.

[Y/n]’s brain began to shut down as they continued to run, following the white emitting from the small gap they entered from. The howls of those wendigos — their friends — reached a crescendo, blending into a singular note. They wondered how frequently they must have screamed as humans, desperate to suppress their hunger and restrain the wendigo spirit. Their survival relied on renouncing their humanity completely. Yaku, Fukunaga, Teshiro, Lev - they all succumbed, feasting upon the flesh of their teammates. All [y/n] could do was hope that they weren’t devoured alive.

The truth of Kuroo’s last words regarding them tormented [y/n] - “they’re not excused from the sin they committed. Their fate to transform into a wendigo, a man-eating monster, is sealed. That is their punishment.”

When [y/n] finally squeezed themselves through the gap, they immediately barricaded it with the discarded planks of wood and nearby rocks. Their skin was encased with a filthy, blackened sheen of melted ice. It was a disgusting contrast to Kuroo’s blood on them; jelly-like, thick and sticky. Their own blood, on the other hand, warmed their bruised, sweaty body while it gushed out of their shoulder. It all made [y/n] reek of rust and mold.

A loud, poignant wail left their cracked, bleeding lips, collapsing on all-fours as they sunk into the snow. Crimson and mahogany wept into the ground, tainting the white that stung their knees and palms. [Y/n]’s nostrils narrowed with mucous, dripping into their mouth and leaving a salty taste against their tongue. Tears tickled the tip of their nose as they fell and melted their way through the snow, the proof of their grief vanishing as quickly as it was born.

For a moment, they wondered if they’d sinned too.

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December 26th, 2018. 04:38:05 PM Ashio, Nikko, Tochigi Prefecture Ashio Copper Mine

Years’ worth of wendigo-related research and observations, all hidden away in the cut outs Kuroo made within complex chemistry textbooks.

[Y/n] quietly chuckled to themselves as they dragged the ice sled up the short mountain, amused by their past naivety. Those hollowed books all rested on the large bookshelf in the living room, yet they never bothered to even read the titles. Not until after Kuroo was decapitated, that is.

One of Kuroo’s hidden possessions included a comprehensive map of the Ashio region. When [y/n] sat down and analysed it the first time they found it, their loneliness for him surged. They were encouraged by others to return to the dating scene once they’d recovered, but they knew they’d never do so. [Y/n] wasn’t lonely for company - they were lonely for Kuroo.

Having reached the large hole situated above the Ashio Copper Mine, [y/n] kneeled beside the ice sled. In one of Kuroo’s diaries, he specified the only way he keep them well fed. There was a hole situated above the mountain housing the mine, deep enough to guarantee that no wendigo could climb up and emerge. That was where he dropped the bodies.

Several items were strapped onto the sled - a snowboard, a helmet and a thermally insulated box. However, they were mere props. They proved to be highly effective tools of disguise, attracting no suspicion whatsoever while they made their way from the town to the isolated mines. Those who passed by [y/n] never viewed the duffle bag as an object of interest. What menacing thing could there be in the bag of an individual clad in snowboard attire? Goggles? An extra pair of gloves? Bindings?

How extraordinarily slim was the probability that a corpse would be present?

Unzipping the duffle bag, [y/n] eyed the bloodied dent within the man’s temple. Kuroo specified that some Algonquians believed that the human remained trapped within the wendigo’s icy heart, but [y/n]’s always rejected that theory. The wendigo that was once Kenma tore its childhood friend in half, then proceeded to guzzle down his muscles and slurp on his pulsating arteries.

There was no human in there.

But [y/n] finally understood the sin Kuroo referred to - it was the sin of escaping the ghastly demise their friends met. For committing that, they were rewarded with an equally violent death, or the punishment of ensuring that the wendigos remained fed when they awoke from hibernation every winter.

Some may say that that was not the case. That [y/n]’s statement that there was no sin — only survivor’s guilt — was correct. It was far too late for [y/n] to speculate on such matters, though.

[Y/n] huffed as they dragged the body out and rolled it into the hole. Numerous revolting crunches echoed while its skeleton shattered, limbs at grotesque angles due to the obliteration of its joints.

When screeches bounced against the walls of the mines, they realised that they lived beneath a sky forsaken by the sun.

Fractures began to settle within their bones, their complexion had been drained and exhaustion cursed their eyes with an itchy dryness.

They realised that they lived beneath a blinding white, their irises forever glazed.

#it's 2 in the goddamn morning ya'll better give me feedback on this :^((#haikyuu horrors #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #scenario #writing #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu #haikyuu fandom #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #tw: blood #tw: gore #tw: murder #tw: cannibalism #tw: character death #gender neutral reader

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Okay, I'm SO curious who you'd match me with (if you don't have time for that, it's fine tho 😊) I'm outspoken and headstrong if I'm convinced to do the right thing, but also emphatic and try to help everyone. I believe in karma, so try to be kind to people. I'm often impatient, but never with people who try their best. I regularly want to do seven things at once and end up doing none, but most of the time I try to stick to the plan. I'm not really romantic, but see love in the little things. 😊

Hi, there love! I always have time to do a match up for ya!<3 Thanx so much for the request! sorry for taking soooo long lol! I hope you enjoy!

Hehe, I had some difficulty with your matchup cause I could easily see you with most of the warlords… but finally, I made a decision!

So I match you with..................... Ieyasu

Wow you were an outspoken firecracker when you first arrived. You definitely didn’t take the warlords shit! Although in saying that even though you were a strong-willed, determined woman, you were also incredibly gentle and kind. That firecracker in you only really came out when you were threatened or had to stand up for your beliefs. After made sure Nobunaga understood that you were not to be treated like some toy or object, you reverted to your crazy sweet, kind state. You reminded them all so much of a 2nd Mitsunari. An angel in disguise. You were loving and compassionate towards everyone, even Hideyoshi stopped suspecting you after seeing how hard you were working and what a sweetie pie you were.

Ieyasu would often pull his face at your pure, innocent naivety; he didn’t need another Mitsunari making his life difficult. He would usually roll his eyes whenever you and Mitsunari would beam at each other and talk about your days. Although you quickly came to realize his contradictory ways, as he would always whisper explanations of complicated war jargon to you during war councils, because quote on quote, “your clueless expression can be seen from a mile away.” Or he would even bring you food to eat during banquets because “a weakling like you would faint in a second if you don’t eat a proper meal.” After that, you made up your mind that there was more to this sulky boy than meets the eye.

On day Nobunaga declared that you, Masamune, and Ieyasu were to join him in settling a dispute in a neighboring region. Naturally, you rode with Ieyasu because if you were to ride with Masamune, the two of you may get lost and cause more trouble for him. Ieyasu held you gently in his arms, going at a slow, steady pace to ensure maximum comfort, although he would never admit to doing that.

You guys discovered that the local daimyo of the region was overtaxing his people to the point of starvation as he would take their all their crops as payment as well as any money they made from selling what little they had left. In addition, the daimyo had switched loyalties, so this was a trap to lure Nobunaga out and assassinate him while trying to settle the dispute. You, Masa, Nobunaga, and Ieyasu were heavily outnumbered, as the daimyos goons started filing into the room ready to kill you guys. You honestly felt sick to your stomach at the way this man was using and abusing the people he was put in charge of. As the fight broke out and continued, you spotted the daimyo trying to sneak away in the chaos. It was now time for your fight or flight instincts to kick in, and you chose to fight. You ran out the door to follow him, dodging all the weapons flying through the air. Out the corner of his eye, Yasu spotted you chasing after the daimyo and swiftly fought his way through the room to follow you. You ran as fast as you could down the hallway to catch up to the guy. Once he was within arm’s reach, you threw yourself to the ground, grabbing hold of his legs in a tackle. Unfortunately, you had forgotten everyone had carried weapons in the past. The man was twice your size, and his attention was now entirely on you. The two of you wrestled for a while until he drew his sword. Things were looking pretty grim for you. He drew his sword high in the air, intending to deliver a final blow to end your life when it was blocked by non-other than the porcupine boy himself. At this point, all his goons had been defeated, and it was just the daimyo left. You were still on the floor and decided to help Yasu out by kicking the man’s knees in, causing him to tumble to the ground allowing Yasu to knock him out. You let out a sigh of relief at finally being safe. Emerald eyes full of anger was now turned on you “Silly girl, what were you thinking tackling a guy twice your size to the ground, do you have a death wish or something,” You stated that you couldn’t just stand by and watch that sleazy guy get away from inflicting so much pain and hurt on other. You had only acted on instinct. Before things got too heated, Masamune defused the situation by complimenting the brave lass on saving the day. He walked you out of the room and gave you a ride back

That night an unexpected guest knocked on your door. Yasu let himself in. You were shocked; you kind of low key thought he really disliked you, especially by the way he was calling you weak and stupid for 20mins after talking down that asshole. He sat down gently in front of you and gave you a salve for your hands and legs, cause during your little wrestling match with the daimyo you got a few scratches and bruises. You were double shook, especially when he wore such a gentle expression. He apologized for what he said, all while stuttering and being as red as a tomato. He stated that he wasn’t angry, just worried about what could have happened if he wasn’t there to protect you. At the end of his little apology, he admitted he was wrong for calling you weak because he had never seen a woman so headstrong in his life before, much less take down a man twice her size without a second thought. He gave you a small head pat hoping to convey his feelings and left. And so, your friendship started.

In the weeks that followed, he took it upon himself to teach you some self-defense in the form of archery. He definitely didn’t choose to teach you this so that he can hold you in his arms while guiding you to fire an arrow or anything. The two of you actually got to get to know each other a bit better through these lessons. You, for one, had come to see the real Yasu, a gentle kind spirit. You fell in love with him a little during these lessons. Often after these lessons, he would invite you over for some tea, obviously, under the pretense of you needing to rehydrate; otherwise, you are going to cause problems for him if you fainted from dehydration. During one of these tea dates, you even got to meet the little fawn. Better yet, Ieyasu gave you a basket full of veg to feed the little deer by hand, your heart was won.

One day you were busy carrying some books back to the archive when you spotted Ieyasu. You called out to him so the two of you could walk together cause you noticed he was headed in the same direction. Your clumsiness decided to strike you and that very moment, as you tripped on the flat ground. You had braced yourself for the pain of hitting the floor only to land onto something soft…. Ieyasu. Both of you were now nose to nose. Yasu’s heart was beating out of his chest, and honestly, both of your faces couldn’t be any redder. You helped him up while apologizing profusely only to be met with not a scold but him laughing. You were so confused even more, so when he let it slip that, only he could fall in love with a clumsy girl like you. When that statement slipped from his mouth, his eyes went wide at the realization, and he covered his mouth with both his hands. You just smiled and grabbed hold of both his hands, pulling them down so you could give him a small kiss. You just looked at his utterly shocked expression, gave him the biggest smile, said “me too,” and continued on route to the archive. And that my friend is how your relationship started.

Both of you weren’t really big on romance, but you did show your love for each other with little gestures. Yasu also opened up completely to you during this time about everything. Especially about his past and how weak and defenseless he sometimes felt. You just accepted this softie boi with open arms. You told him your beliefs on karma and that all those who had caused him pain in the past would have to answer for their cruelties eventually. He thought he must have had some crazy good karma to have found and be loved by someone as beautifully wonderful as you. The two of you loved to spend time together cuddling and nuzzling each other. Hugging Ieyasu was like embracing a big soft cloud, it was so sweet and warm. He loved giving you little Eskimo and butterfly kisses to show his affection. His kisses were soft like a whisper and as sweet as candy. You loved it when the two of you would spend your breaks together, just playing outside with wasabi or chilling under a shady tree. Or even when he would surprise you with some homemade rice balls for the two of you to share in the garden. The two of you could often be found snuggled up together, reading while sipping on some tea in the warm summer sun.

Other potential matches.............Masamune or even Nobunaga

I hope you enjoyed it! and thanx again for the request! ^0^

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