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Impossible Masterlist

You are an impossible thing. A human that can’ t be glamoured. That’s faster and stronger than most. That can see and hear nearly as well as the vampires that raised you. Some might have killed you, but the man–the vampire–that found you and raised you as his own saw you for what you truly were. A tool.

Eric Northman and you were drawn together from the moment you met. Misunderstandings and pride separated you for three years until you accompanied your friend to a seedy vampire bar. The Viking is stunned to see you and unwilling to allow you to escape his grasp for a second time. 

As the two of you once again become entangled in each other’s lives, the truth that comes to light will change both of your lives forever. As it turns out, you are far more impossible than anyone imagined. 

complete at 47,155 words

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Chapter One          Chapter Fourteen     

Chapter Two           Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Three         Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Four          Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Five           Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Six             Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Seven         Chapter Twenty

Chapter Eight           Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Nine           Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Ten             Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter Eleven        Chapter Twenty-four

Chapter Twelve        Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Thirteen      Chapter Twenty-Six

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yipee! yipee! yipee!

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Sam calling Suzie a hot lesbian is everything to me

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in snow

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Blue Eyed Samurai + text posts and tweets

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stolas look oUT— oh my god he cant hear me. he doesnt even know whats coming for him

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Feather whsiker fans are there featherwhisker fans around

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what did that other anon mean by *Tawnypelt* now being a Crowfeather love interest? oh god what is The Elder's Quest retconning

Leaked pages from the Amazon preview of the Elder's Quest E-book, which you can access if you have an Amazon account;

She starts thinking about how old and lonely she is before being attacked by psychic MP4s of Crowfeather dancing the macarena. The gas leak has spread to ShadowClan, I'm afraid

Some are speculating that this is happening because Cherith is the last Erin standing, and now there's no one to stop her from making TawnyCrow canon. Have to admit, if that is the case, I respect women's wrongs. This is infinitely more tolerable if I imagine Mad King Cherith up upon a castle raining crackship fireballs down at me.

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Masterlist

Allegiances

Prolouge

Chapters

— Chapter One

— Chapter Two

— Chapter Three

— Chapter Four

— Chapter Five

— Chapter Six

— Chapter Seven

— Chapter Eight

— Chapter Nine

— Chapter Ten

— Chapter Eleven

— Chapter Twelve

— Chapter Thirteen

— Chapter Fourteen

— Chapter Fifteen

— Chapter Sixteen

— Chapter Seventeen

— Chapter Eighteen

— Chapter Nineteen

— Chapter Twenty

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shorthands for dumbassery that i have grown to love deeply

"how dare you say we piss on the poor" in response to someone misinterpreting your post

"_ isnt gonna fuck you" for suck up behavior

"woah. should we tell everyone? should we throw a party?" for who the fuck cares

"and what if the world was made of pudding" for when would this ever matter.

"and sharks are smooth both ways" for a group of people heatedly arguing with 1 guy who is fucking with them all

".. but its about a witch in the alps finding her lost cat" for someone trying to sanitize something to the point of absurdity

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jayfeather starclan experience

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Bluestars and Firepaws designs by @mud-castle

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face your fears

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Have mercy on me please do modern! Basketball player mizu x fem reader! Reader just looking up at mizus tall fine ass playing with them fine ass fingers like please please please

pairing: modern!basketball player!mizu x fem!cheerleader!reader

warning(s): a bit suggestive

a/n: YOU'RE SO REAL FOR THAT. i will happily write this for you

word count: 305 words/1,694 characters

you were mizu's girlfriend; and also her biggest cheerleader. both figuratively and literally.

your girlfriend was a basketball player; and you were a cheerleader. you were at every game, on the sidelines with your best friends, cheering her on.

it was eye candy for you, too.

you got to watch her play; her tall physique allowing you to see her play to her best ability, jumping up and hanging on the net before swinging back down and landing effortlessly on her feet, sweat dripping down her forehead, celebrating with her teammates after each good play.

it was everything to you.

sometimes your friends swore you forgot to cheer, just because you were staring at her.

"i do not!" you would deny it every time. you honestly weren't sure if you did, because you would zone out just staring at her; watching her fingers hit the ball each time she dribbled it.

"hi, baby," she would fall into you after every game, bent over at her middle just to be able to reach you. and when her back started to hurt from bending, she would just pick you up and carry you.

"hi, sweetheart," you whisper back, "good game, huh?"

"mhm." she hums, "i caught you staring."

"staring? me? never."

"don't deny it," she chuckles, pecking your neck a few times. you tilt your head, giving her more surface to cover.

"oh whatever. stop being cocky."

"i never will, you know this."

"i know. i wouldn't have it any other way." your hands comb through her hair, which she had let down after the game. she always looked so perfectly messy after every game, especially after a winning game.

"so..." she started, quietly, "do you wanna head to my place?"

she asked that all the time, and all you could ever reply with was:

"yes. please."

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IDK IF YOURE STILL WRITING FOR MIZU BUT HANAHAKI DISEASE WITH MIZU (if you don’t write for her just take this as food for thought, idk if i used that phrase write i’ve only heard it used like 3 times my whole life) LIKE READER JUST STARTS COUGHING UP FLOWERS N SHIT BUT OFC ITS HANAHAKI SO SHE REFUSES TO TELL ANYONE UNTIL LAST MINUTE AND ENDS UP COMFESSING TO MIZU BUT BOOM MIZU LOVES HER BACK SO SHES SAVED‼️

pairing: mizu x hanahaki!fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, mentions of blood, throwing up

a/n: I LOOOOOVE HANAHAKI AS A CONCEPT. I LOVE WRITING IT. THANK YOU FOR THIS.

word count: 708 words/3,783 chracters

the flowers had started a week ago.

you always knew you loved her; ever since the moment she'd protected you in the deep, white depths of the japanese forest-- you knew. the moment you looked in those damn beautiful blue eyes of hers, you knew.

but you knew mizu didn't do "love". you didn't even know if she knew the meaning of the word, since she'd never been shown an ounce of love from this world. this world beat her down, shown her hate, and it had all been instilled in her ever since than.

you hated to see her like that. it hurt your heart.

more so, it felt like the breath was being knocked right out of you; your lungs being squeezed and flattened-- knowing the white lilies growing inside your lungs were the reason.

your love for mizu was suffocating you. and it would probably do so until the end of your life.

but to you... being able to show her that love, even if it did kill you, it was all worth it.

she had no clue about the flowers that'd you'd been hacking up for a week. when you would cough up the flowers, white lilies, you would quickly bury them in the snowy depths of the forest.

recently, blood started coming up with the flowers.

it really was starting to kill you.

currently you were sitting around the fire with mizu and ringo, trying to keep warm in camp. taigen was with you, too, but he was off trying to find something for you four to eat.

you could feel it in your throat. you didn't have enough time to run off and throw up.

placing a hand over your mouth, you weakly coughed, feeling the metal taste of blood on your tongue; and the soft petals of the lily on your cheeks.

"(y/n)?" mizu's raspy voice calls out to you. with your hand still on your mouth, you turn your gaze on her, "what is wrong? you've been acting off all damn weak."

you shake your head, as if to protest. but that was the worst idea you had ever had.

when your head moves, you start hacking up the flowers all over; some petals landing in the fire-- and blood dripping down your lips into the pristine soft ground.

mizu was immediately at your side, tugging you away from the fire to prevent you from falling in, "how long has this been happening?" her voice is firm and almost hostile, but you know better. that was mizu's way of showing concern.

"a-a week," you choke out, eyes flicking up to hers; where her glasses had fallen off in the snow from panic. you thought she'd go and pick them up, situate herself, but she didn't. she kept looking at you, blue eyes swirling with the upmost concern.

"and you didn't think to say anything." it was more of a statement then a question, "you could die," she grumbles out, "why would you just let yourself die?"

"because theres nothing that will fix it," you whisper, "you don't love me."

"you're just assuming things."

"no. I'm right."

"no, you're not," her thumb and forefinger move up to grip your chin, her eyebrows knitted together in an angry expression. not angry; thats the wrong word. frustrated.

"but you can't love me. you don't." you insist.

"but I do, you dipshit," mizu almost laughs. its more of a scoff.

"don't call me a dipshit." you grumble.

"you're acting like one." mizu shoots back, "i've never loved anyone. anything. not truly, at the least," she sighs. "but I love you."

you cough again, feeling more flowers push up from your throat. when they spatter on the ground, there was no blood. you place a hand on your throat, feeling your airway clear. she loved you.

she loved you.

"i-i love you," you whisper back, your tone soft and small tears in the corners of your eyes. her hands are placed on the small of your back, pulling you against her chest. your arms wrap around her neck, letting out a shuddering sigh into her skin.

she was the thing that was suffocating you. and also the only thing that made you breathe easy.

a/n: i kinda went a little off the og idea...... but..... i hope you like...

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HIIII, how are you? <3 I just finished Candy Candy and Blue Eye Samurai at the same time and I just thought it would be fun to see how Mizu would deal with a cheesy, golden retriever, extrovert reader. (I see them close from the Enemies to Lovers trope).

Just imagine them when it comes to fight other people, they would be a nice duo.

pairing: mizu x fem!extrovert!reader

a/n: oh my god hi guys... i... ive been gone... i know... but im really getting back into writing recently. and. im here. hi! ive missed this i really have. i just rewatched blue eye samurai so the hyperfixation is kinda back.

warnings: nothing!!

word count: 597 words / 3,218 characters

you and mizu never ever got along, per say.

you were maybe the most extroverted person she knew; and god, did she hate it. you were on her side, yes, but she avoided you at all costs. and had threatened to attack you more then once if you didn't keep your mouth shut.

you got along well with ringo, which was maybe the only reason she was keeping you around. it wasn't that annoyingly pretty face, or those smarts that seemed to appear whenever she truly needed them. no. just ringo.

"mizu, i think you should learn to be more social," you said this to her sometimes. it especially ticked her off. did you not understand the gravity of her situation? or were you blatantly ignoring that fact?

maybe you did understand. but you were a fool in her eyes.

one night, you were visiting a nearby village, you needed supplies. without supplies, you weren't going to last one more day in the thick snow of japan's winter.

she was hesitant to let you even set foot in town.

she knew what would happen. you would chat it up with the wrong people, get yourself in danger, and she would have to save you much like every other time you got near people.

she practically kept you at her heel the entire time.

"but mizu," you whined.

"but no," she replied, her voice curt and not any less angry then the last time you had whined at her. if anything, it was worse. "you're not wandering off."

"i wont," you say for maybe the hunderth time, while the woman holds tightly onto the back of your kimono.

"you will.''

"i wont!"

"you definitely will, (y/n)," she sighs, glancing at you. that cute pout on your face was her kryptonite. the way your eyes pleaded with her, the way your bottom lip jutted out. with a scoff and a roll of her eyes under her orange tinted glasses, she loosened her grip on the back of your kimono. "stay. close."

"i promise!" your smile beamed up at her. she was practically melting where she stood. you knew mizu was slowly warming up to you, but you could see a very uncharacteristic softness in her eyes.

"you better keep that," she grumbled, heading down the street. the streets were full of brothels, con-men, and supply shops.

you stop in front of a shop, rifling through the supply shop and picking out just what you needed. it was a few items, that were obviously very overpriced. mizu tried to bargain, but it wasn't working.

"no is no, sir," the merchant shakes his head, gazing at mizu; who is obviously getting more upset by the second.

you gently step in front of her, giving the merchant the sweetest smile you could manage, "excuse me, sir... your items are of so much value, and such good quality... i'm sure they're worth as much as you're selling them for! but, we need these to survive... and you wouldn't want a poor young woman to pass in the snow, right? i mean, that's just horrible!" you place your hand on your chest, gazing at him with begging eyes.

"well, i mean--" he pauses, taking in your sweet and begging expression, "-- i suppose i could sell them for a bit less."

"thank you, sir!" you grab the items, and watch as mizu hands over the needed money. as youre walking away, you say with a laugh, "maybe talking so much isn't that bad after all, huh?"

she rolls her eyes, and sighs, "maybe not."