#NOT A BRAG I AM JUST DEEPLY ANNOYED

[aroaceautistic]

I am the only person in this discussion group in my sociology of race and ethnicity class who has a half decent understanding of race and ethnicity

[errihaienx]

HQ CAPTAINS : when someone tries to flirt with them ♡

(pre-timeskip , aged up characters)

quick disclaimer: these scenarios don't affect the original plot of the series. any information or events that contradict the original plot are purely fictional. (i do not own any of the characters)

warning: could be suggestive (Terushima's) and some inappropriate/cuss words

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ: ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ, ᴜꜱʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ, ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ, ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ, ᴋɪᴛᴀ, ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ, & ᴛᴇʀᴜꜱʜɪᴍᴀ (ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ) ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰʟɪʀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

Doesn't really notice that someone is trying to flirt with him, or to be blunt he doesn't care. 

But he will unknowingly embarrass the girl

"Eh? Why are you clinging your hands– Oh! Y/n is always like that to me omfg she's so cute."

Your name can be heard all the time, so the bitches won't stand a chance. Every person he sees and interacts with fails to grab his entire attention since all he can think about is his woman.

If a girl comes up to him he'll think of: "Woah that hairstyle doesn't look good on this girl, OMG DID I JUST IMAGINED MY BABY WITH THAT HAIR?! SHE'S SO DAMN FINE IM GOING NUTS" he'll be smiling and the girl might think that it was because of her :/

NO. JUST NO.

But okay, if someone will approach him he will walk out. But of course, if it's an important matter he will respond. And his response will be very dry

"I do not give my number so easily for Y/n's peace of mind, I shall take my leave."

Then he'll march his way to you, giving you a little smile acting like he didn't broke someone's heart just a minute ago.

He's a cute flirt only to you though

So girls be throwing themselves at him, but he doesn't give a fuck.

If someone will talk to him especially when it's a girl, openly showing their attraction towards him, he will converse with them and if they'd confess or ask him if he's available he will politely reject them.

"You always look hot Kuroo-san..."

"Thanks"

"How about we meet–"

"I am already deeply in love with someone. please excuse me."

He then turns around smirking, he's thinking of bragging it to you. He just wanna see your annoyed jealous face, he assures you that you're the only one for him. 

Oh please the guy literally have fans

His supporters actually knows about his relationships, like every girl's name that he dated has their name and 'stats' on his fans' memos. The fans also concluded that his typical dating period with someone is 2-3 months.

He's very alluring, and he's also welcoming and so people think it's okay for them to flirt with him. 

You had a couple of arguments with him about this matter. And because he doesn't want that, he will try his best to avoid them.

"Oikawa-san! My birthday is coming could you go out with me?"

"Ohoho, Happy birthday! But I don't want to sleep outside so.......I won't. You can have Iwa-chan right here-"

*/got punched by hajime

Despite of being straightforward, blunt, and gives off idgaf-with-your-feelings vibes he's still popular with girls

Even if the girl isn't done talking he'll leave immediately

He will simply tell them that he's in a relationship already, but that doesn't solve the situation. It ignites the girlies' desire to have him even more. He then eventually thought of a way on how he'll get rid of those kind of situations by involving one of the twins.

"You can ask me to be your date when Atsumu finally decided to leave volleyball alone."

"B-but Kita-san isn't that i-impossible?"

"That's the point."

The man is fine as  fuck so the girlies love him

He will politely turn down them, you know. Your man is good 😌✨✨

"You are the karasuno's Captain, right? Oh my! The whole team's hot but of course the captain is way more-"

"Ah, no... Please spare me."

Some even visit his afternoon club practices just to interact with him, taking advantage of the fact that you are not in the same school as him.

This mf is a chick magnet

He has a habit of sticking out his tongue, and that's where his piercing prevails and with that girls flock around him. 

He kinda likes the attention but of course, he's only yours. you two had arguments about this too but with terushima's personality you just gave up and told him that as long as the girls respect his boundaries as someone's man it is fine for you. 

"OhmYgOsh tOnGuE pIerCiNg!?!? I bEt tHaT pIerCinG cOulD dO sO mUcH~ iT's  sO cOoL!"

"I know right!?! I can make Y/n scream with just this!"

"Lucky Y/n!"

"No no no no! I'm the lucky one, heck I love her so much!!"

[haveihitanerve]

“You’re talking about the guy who’s happiest day was when he shipped me off to boarding school.” 

This scene. Lets talk about this scene. Say what you will about Howard Stark, but I am firm in my belief that he was a shit father and I stand by that, I don't care what he did later on, when it mattered? When it counted? When his son looked to him? He didn't provide. He was a shit father. Tony believes, so deeply ingrained in his heart, that his father didn't love him. Didn't even like him. And Fury? Look at his face. Sure, we all saw Howard Stark in Ant Man. “He just beat your ass full size. You really want to know what its like when you cant see him coming?” Even I was rooting for him. As a person? A friend? I’m sure he was lovely. A great chap. Perfect even. And Fury? Thats all hes known him as. Sure, Howard probably talked about Tony. A lot. His kids a genius, not that I’m going to mention its because he was probably seeking his super smart inventor of the future dad’s approval/validation and never got it, so Howard probably bragged around about his smartass kid at work. A lot. And thats what Fury knows. He knows being a little annoyed at Howard Stark, at Anthony Stark, at this perfect prodigy of a son that Howard clearly adores. And then he meets Anthony Stark, the legend, the myth. And, to be honest? He’s disappointed. This kid does not have his life together, sure hes smart but hes actively killing himself, and hes not the glowing angel Howard painted him to be. And then they sit, and they have a talk. And Fury? He pisses us as watchers off when he first starts (or at least me) because I know Tony at this point. I’ve seen Iron Man one, I know his father wasn't such a great dad, etc etc. But Fury doesn't. And hes talking about Howard like hes a god, an amazing person. And Tony claps back. “He never told me he loved me. He never even told me he liked me. Its a little hard for me to digest.” Fury's face? Pure devastation. Sadness. Disbelief. He cannot believe that the man he thought of so highly, who talked about his son like he was the literal sun, was such a horrible dad. 

“thats not true.” 

[bonnibuckets]

pain | ao’nung

just some hc of what its like to be with ao’nung

Definitely mean at first— bullying practically

He’s like a ball of anger

You’d make fun of him and he couldn’t take it because you’d embarrass him

He’s a pain in your ass

He’s annoying 100% but you love that about him— you never grew tired of his presence

Sometimes he’ll take the jokes too far— but will apologize for being an ass

Horrible at expressing himself but trys for you nonetheless

Just a little clueless not like to where it’s concerning but enough to be cute

Asks his mother for advice on what to get you as gifts

Asks his dad how he treated is mother when they were teens— takes notes

He trys to remember every little thing you like and get you it as a surprise

Surprisingly makes you necklaces and little things of that nature

He also likes to show off— mostly his diving/hunting skills (honestly just wants you to be proud of him)

Protective asf but not toxic

Always touching you— like his knee is always touching yours or y’all’s hands are always touching in some way

Likes playing with your hair and LOVES when you play with his

He loves it when you bring him gifts— he cherishes them deeply

Sometimes his friends make fun of his collection of the things you’ve gotten him but he just tells them “you don’t understand a woman’s love skxawngs!”

Proud of you and your accomplishments, and brags to his friends about how amazing you are

“Did you see what my girlfriend did last week?” “yes ao’nung you’ve told us this for the 3rd time already!”

After meeting you he softened up tremendously— your ideological had rubbed off on him

Started being kind to the sully’s and stopped bullying them

You were his safe relaxing place after rough days

He loved being able to melt into your arms after a long day and listen to you softly sing to him as you traced his skin

a/n: it’s currently 1:34 am (when i wrote this) and i can’t stop thinking about fluff of rotxo— i will be writing something for him soon 😈🙏

taglist: @d34ng3l @wekiamo @sapphicrhee @sully-stick-together @gloryy-vs @catgogrrr @kyber4crystal @kairreeee @winkingface @starfrier @lov3-bby @itsokilovemetoo @eywaheardyou @loverswiftsblog @owaowaowawa @durinsnowxii @loaksbitch

[donnerpartyofone]

Several years ago when I was consistently finding myself awake between 2 and 5am and wondering what I should do about this, I literally stumbled upon a book in the street that blended research into the cultural history of this sleep pattern with a treatise on the phenomenon of the Black Madonna. This drew me into a series of synchronistic experiences that had begun before the discovery of the book and continued to unfurl, and I would probably sound pretty insane if I described the whole thing in detail, which I will not do. But I think that the nature of existence is so unavoidably subjective that there is nothing inherently wrong with conscientiously developing and indulging your own belief system, so long as it isn't causing you to abuse others or "fly" off the top of a building or anything else that interferes with your ability to function. Besides which I'm such a deeply agnostic person that I don't think "belief system" totally applies to my process. I'm not really interested in religion as dogma, but I am interested in it as a record of how human beings grapple with chaos and mystery.

I try to be super aware of my attraction to synchronicity though, I think that it is not usually a good idea to project that the Universe or whatever is trying to communicate something specific to you personally. Mytholigizing is OK if the results are healthy and you're still assuming responsibility for your choices, we all to do a little narrativizing from time to time to give things meaning and to establish a sense of progress. This all came up for me yesterday because I know that the folks at church are starting to wonder if I'll convert, and of course I can never ever explain to them what I'm really doing there. Sometimes I imagine myself converting and just keeping my esoteric reasons to myself, but I just don't think I can promise anybody that I believe in the literal, historical reality of the New Testament. I also feel like the history of the Catholic Church is so vast and complicated that I could never gain a responsible understanding of what I was actually subscribing to. So I was walking around my neighborhood, thinking about all the reasons that wouldn't work for me, when once again I stumbled upon a book in the street. The book was a memoir chronicling an academic atheist's journey to embracing the Catholic Church. I thought, Oh goddammit I can't deal with this. I mean I COULD ignore it, but then I'll just be like WONDERING about it...so I took it home and snuck it out of my bag after I went off to bed. And to my great relief, it was the most annoying thing imaginable, I couldn't get through more than a couple of pages of it. It wasn't well-written despite the author's bragged-about credentials, and it also wasn't written for a general audience (or if it was meant to be, it failed instantly); it was really by and for smug religious people, if it had anything to offer the unconverted I couldn't detect it at all. It only seemed to underline that as per the horseshoe theory of ideology, staunch atheists have more in common with religious zealots than they do with the rest of us. The arrogant, condescending, self-righteous unbeliever is really not that different from the arrogant, condescending, self-righteous fanatic, and when you realize this it comes as absolutely no surprise at all that one could transform into the other. People who are absolutely convinced that they have a complete and perfect grasp of the whole of reality are just, like, not very good in my opinion. I'm so glad it turned out that I am not controlled by synchronicities and I can't wait to put that book back out on the street.

But then, just to fuck with me, today turned out to be the feast day of the Apostle Thomas, the doubting one who sticks his fingers in Jesus's VIDEODROME hole. The monseigneur gave a very impressive homily that seemed to be about me personally and everybody knew it. I'm the only person there who is under 50 and/or who did not grow up in this (or any) religious community, and so when he began to speak about the craving for empirical proof among "young people in their 20s, or their 30s, or their 40s..." I'm sure it was quite impossible not to think about my bizarre presence among them for the last year and a half. He talked about how Saint Thomas is one of his favorites because only doubt can produce the kinds of questions that, if pursued, can produced a faith that is totally personal and not just passively absorbed from one's society. Then a big point was made of praying for, among the usual suspects, "the seekers" who are searching for God in their own way, perhaps without fully realizing it. I'm glad I forgot my glasses since it meant that I had to keep my eyes closed to keep from straining and squinting, because sustained eye contact with the priest would have made me shrivel up like a mummy.

In the middle he quoted Saint Anselm saying (approx) "Belief seeks understanding," which is something I don't fully grock. It has something to do with taking a leap of faith, maybe, in assuming the truth of a principle so that you can penetrate deeply enough to fully comprehend its meaning. That sounds pretty hard to me, but I guess people do it all the time with all sorts of different things that seem--but may not be--objectively real.

After the service one of the parishioners came up behind me and made a point of saying how good the homily was, and then someone else ran up on me about volunteer opportunities. Actually I wouldn't mind volunteering. They do a regular thing where they make sandwiches for the poor, and the only reason I don't do it is that I'm clumsier than anyone could possibly imagine. Like I'm 100% sure I would make such a big mess that it would do more harm than good. But I could probably handle the thing where they give out clothing to migrants, that sounds really hard to fuck up and like a positive thing regardless of what organization it's attached to. I'd probably rather join the Cathode Ray Mission, but I'll take what I can get.

[singingkestrel]

tag game (Horizon)

stolen from @foibles-fables / @finrays.

1.ride or die ship (your otp): Ereloy fics and art give me so much serotonin it's unreal.

2. most annoying ship: I don't find any ships annoying. There are some that are not for me, sure, but if people love it who am I to judge?

3. second favourite ship: Ugh, I dunno. Beta/Milu is adorable, Aloy/Ikrie is classic, Niloy can make for some very interesting reading, but I guess Hawk and Thrush makes the most sense.

4. favourite platonic relationship: It's got to be the Erend and the guys in the Vanguard. Their endless jibes and grumbling at each other are very reminiscent of some of my very best friendships. Varl and Erend's interactions are great, too, they're just so easy with one another.

5. underrated ship: I really like ships that involve minor characters - the recent rair pair roundup has been delightful for me. I long for a fic about some of the Oseram salvagers getting to know the Tenakth whose land they've invaded.

6. overrated ship: see no. 2.

7. one thing i would change in canon: Like, a lot. There were some pretty big chunks of HFW (and Burning Shores) that just didn't sit right. I don't think I can better the responses of @foibles-fables and @finrays (both of whom might be actual geniuses), but I'd settle for the returning characters (Varl, Erend, Talanah, Avad) to be treated better!

8. something canon did right: I think the Horizon series is best when it focuses on poignant storytelling over action. The way the history of the metal world slowly reveals itself at the Grave-hoard and in the Zero Dawn facility below Sunfall is hauntingly beautiful; I'd love to be able to play them for the first time again. In HFW, the quests in Dunehollow to recover POSEIDON were practically perfect, and Gildun's return in Burning Shores was the best part of the DLC by a country mile. In both these cases you get to peek into the lives of a person from the past via emotionally impactful datapoints whose recorded thoughts parallel the people you're trying to help in the present, yet it never feels too on-the-nose. Of course it helps that the people you're trying to help are some of the best realised characters in the whole game.

9. a thing i'm proud of creating for the fandom PLEASE BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF I WANT TO SEE/READ YOUR ART: Eh. Alas, I'm not artistically talented. I just take virtual photos of stuff I like. I put a lot of effort into my machine headshot series, though. If you go to @singingkestrel and search for 'headshots compilation' (or 'hfw machines') they should all come up.

10. a character who is perfect to me (wouldn't change a thing): None of the main cast were treated 100% right in HFW. I mean, there are some things that make me genuinely angry if I think about them too much. Varl dying for no good reason, Erend being turned into a bumbling oaf, Regalla being criminally underused... ugh. UGH I SAY!

But you know who is perfect?

Morlund.

I love his optimism and his determination and his intelligence and his companionable nature. He's a nerdy mad inventor and a very strong candidate for the most overtly hopeful and kind chap in game (I mean, there is also Varl. And Gildun.) and I just adore him.

11. the character i relate to the most and why: I look at the Oseram in both HZD and HFW and see myself, my friends and my home. I adore their aesthetic with all of its chunky wood and sturdy iron, I love their down to earth attitude, their culture of hard work and social drinking and affectionate insults, their adventurous wanderer spirit and inventiveness and willingness to argue about everything. Are they flawed? Sure! Like me, they're loud and blunt and often speak without thinking, thinking they know best. Unlike me (I hope), they're too dismissive of other cultures, their lack of environmental awareness is deeply concerning, and we all know 🕯The Claim🕯 is going to be a hideous hotbed of rampant sexism - one that I will gladly watch Aloy tear to pieces like a tasmanian devil with a grudge. I don't think I can pick a single Oseram character I totally relate to, though.

But I do relate to Tom Paech. As soon as I heard those broad antipodean tones swearing about wanting to inflict actual bodily harm on Ted Faro I knew I'd found the scientist I was supposed to identify with. He was hot-blooded, as he put it, whilst also revering nature, the 'miracle of life.' And him wanting to help, despite significant reservations, and then not wanting to live on once the job was done? Exactly how I think I would have reacted. Plus as a marine biologist/ecologist (assuming I'd be in any way qualified!) I'd end up working on ARTEMIS too.

12. character(-s) i hate the most and why: There are characters you are meant to hate. It's fun to have a villain. Ted Faro, Helis, the Ceo... but the hate is both intentional and enjoyable. They're good characters. If I had to pick a character I disliked where this wasn't the aim, however, I'd have to pick... hmm. I'm not sure. Amadis seemed largely pointless and annoying in HFW though. Talanah deserved better.

13. something i've learned from the fandom: Before HFW came out, I hadn't been involved in any fandom for about a decade (maybe longer, eek!) - I was a solitary creature. Coming back made me rediscover the joy of sharing my obsessions with others. Also that it doesn't matter how small your contribution is, someone will enjoy it.

14. three tags i seek out on ao3: That's between me and my ISP.

15. a song i strongly associate with my otp/favourite character: I don't, really. Bit weird, considering how much of my life involves music, and how readily my brain seems to play musical association with images. But I can't think of a single one. Sorry 😕

tagging: No pressure, but I didn't tag anyone in the last one so I thought I should do it this time. @mehoymalloy @robo-dino-puppy @meep-m33p @maybirdie @nerd-artist @astralpaint @i-lavabean @pikapeppa @banukaihelpme aaaand anyone else that wants to.

[sparatus]

6 (dealer's choice), 7 and 37!

fic writer asks

6. What’s one fact about the universe of [insert fic] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself?

in exdiff, it's implied here and there, but never outright stated: cnclr sparatus is a follower of a very old faith from his homeland of tiirtias that was adapted to fit the conquering cipritinians' terminology so it could survive imperialism. the gods are called spirits now and they let people believe it's just old tales, but tiirti polytheism is very much still alive, and ierian carried it to the citadel with him. in his specific case, while the statue in his office shepard fixates on is of sun-carrier, the dazduus god of the sun and the daytime/summer, his patrons are actually bright eyes, god of curiosity and strategy, and clever song, the goddess of the hunt and guardian of the dead.

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

gonna veer off from what everyone's probably expecting here – yes im proud of tiirtias and the great war and the council but i talk about them a lot, im REALLY chuffed with everything ive done about batarians. not just the resistance, but the hegemony itself and the perfect storm it's boiling into. bioware calls it a shadow of its former glory and i've run with that as far as i can; the hegemony is a terrible place full of terrible people, but it's also in horrific decay and cannibalizing itself to survive. the resistance isn't succeeding because good vs evil or whatever, it's succeeding because the situation is finally dire enough to make conditions right so it can succeed.

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

let's go with absolution, because i will never stop being feral about it. it's kind of a little character study on garrus and his tattoos, sliding into rarepair garrus/citadel dlc turian lady at the end – how he feels about his tattoos when he's younger, and how that changes as he gets older and everything goes wrong, until after omega when they're another reminder of how much he's failed, and then his adoration of tasora and how she doesn't care about the reputation he's trying to live up to and it feels freeing.

like, i'll be straight up, i don't think me3 garrus's characterization and attitude, especially towards archangel, makes sense. he was given to a different writer for me3 and you can tell. i am biting patrick weekes with my mind. why is he cocky and bragging about archangel, it was a deeply traumatic experience that kicked him down a deep dark hole, 6 months isn't that long to be okay with it to the point of casually bragging. all of his friends are dead because of him, patrick. so i love absolution because im just exploring what's going on in his head, how even though he tries to play cool he's still deeply unsettled and just trying to convince himself there's no ghosts in the mirror.

the religious imagery is a plus too, im ex-catholic and gleefully appropriating the imagery because it's sexy and also fitting for garrus. no turians don't have angels in their mythology and it's annoying but gods and altars and forgiveness of sins are still a thing i can scatter about like rice at a wedding

[danco110]

“Yeah, Puff here? He’s swifter than an angel, crueler than a demon, and relentless as a ghoul!”

The cathar eagerly patted the snout of the winged monster looming over him, oblivious to his less than excited audience.

“…What? Bright, what’s wrong?”

The angel sidling toward the mouth of the cave regarded the soldier and his companion with visible fear. “Uh, well, Oliver, if that thing- Puff, sorry! If Puff can fly faster than I can…and if he gets hungry…”

The cathar scoffed. “Oh, please! I feed Puff daily. Way more than I likely should, no doubt. And you, Lash? Leaving, too?”

The demon stomping towards the exit turned and glared at the dragon. “I just don’t see what you need me for if your pet lizard there is meaner than I am…”

“Aw, but no, that’s not what I…” Oliver sighed deeply. “Maybe this wasn’t the best idea. I’m sorry. I just wanted to brag about my friend.”

The angel and demon stood side by side, watching the dragon lean its head down to nuzzle its master. Lash turned to leave, only to flinch as he felt Bright’s surprisingly strong grip on his shoulder.

“And where exactly do you think you’re going?”

“Leaving?” Lash muttered.

“Oh no you don’t,” Bright hissed. “If I’m staying here to comfort him, you’re staying, too.”

Lash brandished his flail. “C’mon, lady, you don’t seriously expect to be able to hold me…here…”

The demon fell silent at Bright’s steely gaze. He noticed the seraph’s grip tightening on her sword. With an annoyed groan, he sat down on the stone floor.

“Fine. I guess so long as you’re not killing me, the deal is…tolerable.”

Meanwhile, Oliver’s good mood had returned, and the soldier eagerly praised his dragon once more.

“Now if only I could’ve remembered to invite a zombie, so I could brag to him!”

Bright smiled awkwardly. Lash rolled his eyes.

[I wonder if the angels, demons, and/or ghouls would be excited, or offended, or whatever at the prospect of getting outclassed by a dargon.]

[ghamnasr]

The Rabbit, the Hedgehog, and the Smart Trick

The Rabbit, the Hedgehog, and the Smart Trick

By

Gamal Moustafa

The Rabbit and Hedgehog

Once upon a time, in a small village located on the banks of a large river that enjoyed green meadows that extended until they reached a large, quiet forest surrounding it on three sides, there lived a rabbit in one of those meadows, always moving quickly in his movements and proud in his walk. He was somewhat fond of showing off his speed, arrogant about it, and you always find it in his actions and deeds with everyone who listened to him or met him. Near his home, there was a large tree with a huge trunk and its branches extended and its shadows covered a wide, wide area. In a comfortable hole under that tree, lived a humble hedgehog with his family. He was a small, clever, intelligent creature who loved modesty, although he was not as fast as a rabbit.

One sunny morning, while the hedgehog was walking on the banks of the river, he came across the rabbit. When the rabbit saw the hedgehog walking, he could not resist laughing and started jumping here and there, and he was overcome with bragging about his speed.

"Good morning, hedgehog! Where are you going so early in the morning?" asked the rabbit with a sarcastic smile.

"Good morning, rabbit. I'm just taking a walk." The rabbit laughed sarcastically and repeated: "Tourning? With those short legs? Look, I can run around you!"

Here the hedgehog got annoyed at the rabbit's behavior and decided, as always, to teach the rabbit a lesson. "How about we race, then?" I challenge you and I will win and make you stop being so arrogant and boastful about your speed.

Conceited, the rabbit immediately agreed, thinking that this was the funniest thing he had ever heard. "Of course! I will race you anytime and anywhere!" he said.

The hedgehog smiled and said, "Let's race tomorrow morning from that big oak tree to the vineyard fence over there and back. And again I say to you, 'If you win, you will stop being so arrogant and boastful about your speed.' "Deal?" said the rabbit, still laughing and laughing loudly, "Deal!" He was still arrogantly sure that he would win.

The hedgehog went home thinking deeply, and while his wife was preparing dinner that night, he told her what had happened with the rabbit and that he had challenged him to a race. She said, "What?" He said, "Don't worry, I have a plan" and you will help me implement it, and he explained the plan to her. She said, "Okay, good."

The Rabbit and Hedgehog Race

The next morning, their animal friends gathered to watch the race. The rabbit stood at the starting line, excited and confident, full of energy. However, the hedgehog seemed as calm as usual, not realizing any reaction from his actions. The hedgehog had a secret: his wife looked and sounded exactly like him!

The race began, and the rabbit took off like a rocket. The hedgehog ran after the rabbit and a few steps away, he quickly leaned into the bushes where his wife was waiting for him. He told her to run towards the starting line and she ran down the road, and everyone in amazement saw the hedgehog ahead.

The rabbit kept running, then rushed to the fence of the farm The grapes, turned around, and ran back. To his surprise, when he approached the starting line, the hedgehog was waiting for him!

The rabbit said, panting: "How did you get here so fast?"

The hedgehog said calmly: "Truly!" "I am just as fast as you."

The rabbit did not believe it, and insisted, that there was a trick. In front of everyone, he insisted on another race. Quietly, the hedgehog agreed. The rabbit ran even faster this time and was nervous. But just like the first time, when the rabbit reached the finish line, the hedgehog was already there.

This happened over and over again until the rabbit, exhausted and confused, finally admitted defeat and the hedgehog won the race.

The hedgehog said, with a gleam in his eye: "Sometimes, rabbit, it is not only about speed but also about intelligence. It is important now to learn, and it is also important to be humble."

And here, after the rabbit learned this lesson that was difficult for him, he apologized to the hedgehog in front of the company and friends present and did not brag about his speed again in front of them. The hedgehog returned home to his family, proud and happy with his clever plan, happy with the results he had achieved.

From that day on, the rabbit and the hedgehog became close friends, respecting each other for their unique qualities, and they lived together in harmony and harmony.

Thus, everyone learned a lesson from this event and all the animals in the meadow and the forest lived happily and harmoniously.

The End.

[unforgivingchorus]

Vampire empire by big thief is a Mac song.

Disclaimer I’ve not seen season 16 yet

I'm not quiet, you've been quiet

Just receiving what you said

Reeling feeding feeling filled by

Everything you fed

I see you as you see yourself

Through all the books you read

Overwhelmed with guilt and

Realising the disease

…

I see you there rejecting

All your earthly power

Protecting and dissecting 'til you've

Emptied every hour

Like, mac talking a mile a minute while treating everything Dennis says as truth, digesting it and mapping it. And like. He’s slow and not the best at seeing Dennis manipulating but out of everyone alive I think he’s the one who understands dennis the most, dennis who relies on the facade of smarter and better than everyone else, but is deeply insecure about himself not being enough (less so in recent seasons but mac is also better at not being manipulated by him in recent seasons)

I am empty 'til she fills

Alive until she kills in her vampire empire

I'm the fish and she's my gills

Falling, yeah falling, yeah

Mac, who is desperate to be with Dennis all the time. Who as seen by the episodes that’s purposely shows them being separated (the breakup episode, make the bar great again, the restaurant fight, the zoo) is almost completely unable to function and focus when he is denied access to Dennis

I wanted to see you naked

I wanted to hear you scream

I wanted to kiss your

Skin and your everything

I wanted to be your woman

I wanted to be your man

I wanted to be the one

That you could understand

He’s not just desperate to be around Dennis or to understand Dennis, he wants to be enough for Dennis. He is constantly seeking his approval, changing to what he thinks dennis wants, and making himself understandable to dennis. Something dennis needs because despite dennis bragging about his psychology degree he is constantly annoyed and personally offended when people act in a way he didn’t expect them to. Also he wants to have sex with dennis.

I walked into your dagger for the

Last time in a row

It's like trying to start a fire

With matches in the snow

You can't seem to hold me here

You can't seem to let me go

So I can't find surrender, can't keep control

You turn me inside out and then

You want me outside in

You spin me all around and then

You ask me not to spin

You say you want to be alone

And then you want children

You wanna be with me baby

You wanna be with him

Especially in the early seasons but less recently, mac can’t actually be enough for Dennis. They use and hurt eachother as much as they help eachother if not more, and Dennis expectations of everyone around him swings between extremely high and extremely low.

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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 - OOI [ STAY FOR THE NIGHT 🌙 ]

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ; 𝐻𝑒𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 , 𝐻𝑒𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝑌𝑒𝑟𝑖 , 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔𝒉𝑜𝑜𝑛

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ; 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒 ; 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑐𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑓𝑤𝑏 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠

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It was supposed to be a special day, after all it was New Years Eve.

A day you're supposed to spend with loved ones, with family or friends.

However, for me it felt just like any other day. Lately everything felt too repetitive, like I had no purpose in life whatsoever.

My friends tried to cheer me up constantly, and they actually succeeded, but my happiness went away the moment I stepped into my apartment.

I actually shared the apartment with a colleague of mine, her name was Yeri. She was nice and polite, but we never really got the opportunity to become close. Our interests were completely different and she seemed really distant at times, so I chose not to disturb her peace.

I stepped into the apartment with a sigh, carrying my books in one hand and my other holding the door. I carefully locked the door and looked around for traces of Yeri, but she was nowhere to be found. I thought I was alone till I heard the voice of a guy coming for my housemate's room.

"Yeri, please just consider my feelings for once okay? I actually like your for Pete's Sake!" I could faintly hear as I passed by, shaking my head at the boy's desperation. He sounded sad, did he get his heart broken by Yeri?

"I need to focus on my studies for now, so let's continue doing whatever this is Hee-.." I closed the door of my room and put my earphones in, not wanting to overhear things I shouldn't.

I mean, I demand for my own personal space so she probably does as well, no need to hear their relationship issues, right?

My music suddenly stopped and I looked down on my phone, the screen displaying the name of the person I trusted and cherished the most in my life.

"Jay, why the hell are you calling me at 2PM, it's resting time!" I rambled as I heard him giggle on the other line, does he find my nagging funny now??

"So whaaat, it's not like you actually rest at all" I scoffed and hang up on him, throwing my phone on my bed and went back to reading my book, called "Wuthering Heights".

It was a quite interesting book, Jay got it for me for my birthday last year but I never got the chance to read it until now, because college was hectic and assignments had me on a tight chokehold.

The annoying ring tone of my phone interrupted me from reading my book once again. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to control my growing anger.

WHY WAS I EVEN MAD.

"What." I picked up the phone and said coldly, immediately smiling at the sound of Jay's excited voice.

I may get irritated easily but Jay's voice never fails to calm me down and make me a bit tad happier than I would be usually.

Jay is like the brother I never had. He's younger than me by a year, and he usually brags about it by calling me an old lady or a grandma. Depends on his mood.

"Tonight is New Year's!" He yelled into the phone and I cried out, holding on my ear in pain. That boy has a loud ass voice.

"No shit Sherlock, I totally didn't ALREADY KNOW. And can you not yell into the phoneeee" I whined and he quickly replied with a 'nope'. Am I best friends with a kid or an adult? I truly have no clue.

"We are going to a party tonight, you can't decline because I've already registered you to the uh.. person who organized the party? Don't worry though! Not many people will be there so yeaaah" he said in one breath as my eyes went wide, and I face palmed myself in disappointment.

"When are you picking me up?" I replied in defeat. To be honest, I was glad I wasn't going to spend New Years all alone. I just hope I don't get ditched.

Aaaand I got ditched!

Jay, who literally gas lighted me into coming to the party with me, ditched me to go talk to a girl more privately.

I'm honestly happy for him, he's had a crush on her for a long time. He never really told me her name nor who she was but I trust his taste in women.

On the other side, I get to have my own main character moment by drinking alone in a corner while people make out right in front of my face, or even while sitting next to me!

New Years kiss?? Nah, new years no kiss!

New Year new me?? Nahhh, New year NO me!!

"Um excuse me, but do you perhaps know where Jay is?" I heard a somewhat familiar voice saying. I feel like I've heard his voice once but I can't exactly remember when I did.

I looked up and our eyes met.

You know those cliche movies? Where the female lead makes eye contact with the male protagonist and suddenly time stops? That's how I felt right now. I was starstruck, and I'm sure the pretty stranger I front of me noticed the heart eyes I gave him.

"Jay..? He's my best friend! However, he left a moment ago to uh.. Have a conversation with someone I guess?" I smiled nervously as the boy in front of me smiled, his pearly white teeth making their appearance.

"Oh well, I don't have anyone to be with now that Jay is gone so, I was wondering if you wanted to get to know each other?" he questioned with his big doe eyes looking at me in anticipation.

"Yeah of course, i was feeling really lonely anyways. Jay really ditched us both huh" I chuckled and took a sip of my drink, feeling warmer than I usually did.

"Yes I Guess, he never really ditched me before though so this is a first" he shrugged and extended his hand for me to get up.

"You look a bit tipsy and I'm in need of some alcohol right now so let's go get me a drink?" he suggested with an innocent smile and i quickly agreed.

"Sureeee, but I'm not tipsy at all! I'm completely sober" i pushed his hand away politely and tried to get up but failed to do so as i stumbled back.

That was embarrassing, I shall never drink again in my entire lifetime.

"I can see that." he said with a grin and helped me up by holding my waist. God, my skin felt like it was on fire. Is it because he's hot?

"Anyways, what's even your name?" I looked into his eyes and he kept holding me while walking through the crowd of drunk college kids, the music blasting loudly through the speakers.

"I'm Lee Heeseung, year two in medical school" he squeezed my waist as we passed by a couple of drunk boys, and I almost passed out by his little innocent gesture.

"Noo way! I'm in year two of medical school as well, how come I've never seen you before? And I'm Y/N!" I smiled excitedly, almost clapping my hands like a little kid the moment I heard we are basically in the same class.

"Our auditorium is pretty big if I say so myself, thats probably why" he let go of my waist once we reached the kitchen, moving towards the table where all the alcohol was placed on. He grabbed a cup and quickly mixed coke with vodka.

He took a big sip of his drink and turned to me with a huge smile that melted my heart. Gosh, I just met him and he already had me weak under his presence.

"Wanna go outside and enjoy the night breeze? Countdown is starting in an hour I think" he suggested and I thought about it for a second, before nodding. It's not that I didn't want to go to the balcony with him, it was just freezing outside and unfortunately I didn't bring any jacket.

"Isn't it nice out here? I always come outside when parties like these happen, either to smoke or take a breather" he rested his arm on the railing while looking up at the starry night.

He looked truly mesmerizing at that moment, everything about him pulled me in. It was like he casted a spell on me, since I never got swayed by boys, I thought I was immune to love not gonna lie.

"Yes its really nice, I can honestly see why you come here.. And considering me being an introvert I will be coming on the balcony often when parties are hosted here" I nodded in agreement and let my eyes wander to the stars.

"You're an introvert, I am one as well! I think we really suit each other huh" he said jokingly and I glanced at him momentarily, my mouth wide open.

"You think so? You honestly look like an extrovert, I mean you act like one and at first glance you seem like an outgoing person so-"

"You sure do talk a lot for an introvert" he caught me off and I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my embarrassment.

"Only with people I feel comfortable with" I winked at him, feeling heat rushing to my cheeks the moment these words left my mouth.

"You feel comfortable with me?" He raised his eyebrows and looked down at me with his eyes wide open. He looked so innocent at that moment.

"Yes I do, you radiate good vibes so I feel like I can trust you" he smiled at that and patted my head, taking another sip from his drink.

"You do as well, I can say that you're a really nice person to be with" he bit his bottom lip and looked away in shyness, he looked adorable oh gooood.

"Hey Heeseung" I stared at his side profile and admired his nice and well balanced features, almost drooling at how pretty he looked at that moment.

"Yeah?" he turned to me and we made eye contact for the God knows what time for tonight. I couldn't get enough of him and I knew he would only do harm to me, anyone could tell he wasn't someone to trust with your heart just by looking at him, but i couldnt help myself.

"Do you have someone to kiss for New Years?" I asked him, suddenly gaining the confidence to do so, the alcohol kicking in and making me do and say irrational things that I would most likely regret the next morning.

"No, not really. Do you?" He asked me curiously with a little smirk plastered on his pretty lips. Of course he knows where this is going, he's not naive.

"Nopee, wanna change that?" I licked my lips and turned my whole body to him, him reflecting my actions and doing the same in a swift movement.

"How can I say no to a girl as beautiful as you?" he said before cupping my cheek and smashing his lips on mine.

Our lips moved in sync, his teeth occasionally biting on my bottom lip. He grabbed my hips gently and pulled me to him gently, deepening the kiss as he inserted his tongue in my mouth, sucking on my tongue like he's done this a million times before.

We kept kissing and roaming our hands on each other's bodies, faintly hearing the people inside the mansion doing the countdown and fireworks exploding seconds later.

The fireworks were an accurate representation of my stomach and the butterflies that lived rent free inside it.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled into the kiss, opening my eyes the moment we pulled away from each other for air. He looked so pretty, like a painting. His skin was truly flawless and his eyes looked like they had the whole galaxy inside them.

"You're my last and first kiss of the year" I giggled and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head on his chest.

"I feel like accomplished some kind of achievement not gonna lie" I laughed a bit and he ruffled my hair, completely messing it up.

"Let's get you home shorty" I furrowed my eyebrows and rolled my eyes, trying to not get irritated at the nickname.

"First I got Jay teasing me and now you, I can never catch a break huh" I pouted and he nodded like a puppy. After that, I couldn't get mad because he looked way too cute.

The ride back home was pretty nice, we talked about plenty of stuff such as our favorite movies, colors, songs and our birthdays! We shared some pretty funny embarrassing moments until we reached home.

I honestly didn't want him to leave, so I asked him if he wanted to stay for the night and surprisingly he said yes. However, I told him nothing would happen, except for sleeping.

"Hey, your room is pretty niceeee. By the way, do you live by yourself?" he tilted his head and I shook mine, immediately explaining that rent was really high to live on my own and told him I have a roommate.

"If anything happens between you and Yeri, just know that you can always stay at my place. It's pretty big and I'm in need of a roommate.. and the rent is cheaper than the one you have to pay right now so" he sat on my bed and pulled me on his lap, running his fingers through my hair.

His offer was nice, but how did he know my roommate's name is actually Yeri?

"Heeseung, how do you know my roommate's name?" I asked and he looked into my eyes confused, but kept a smile on regardless.

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Talking to the Dead

Imagine your sister calling in a favor, only to find out said favor is for the vampire sheriff of Louisiana.

Words: 6.3K Author's Note: I am not Bill's biggest fan, nor am I Eric/Sookie's biggest fan either. That said, this takes place AFTER all damn drama with King Bill. Eric still runs Fangtasia alongside Pam and Sookie still works under Sam at Merlotte's. They're friends. That's it.

Eric sits behind his desk, the bottom half of his face covered in blood as Pam files her nails. She had been going through Fangtasia's books when she realized the money wasn't adding up and that some of their product was missing. So when Tara brought forward those responsible in making sure Fangtasia was up to date with their taxes and everything, Eric called in a favor from Sookie to get a read on them. Only Eric lost his temper and killed the two men, leaving thousands of his money stashed somewhere only the dead knew of now.

The office door opens and Sookie stumbles inside, still in her Merlotte's uniform. She takes one look at Eric and sighs. "Did you have to kill them? I just wasted a trip out here, Eric Northman."

"How tragic," he deadpans. "You wasted about five dollars in gas, meanwhile I'm still out of thousands, Miss Stackhouse."

"Don't you take that tone with me, Mister!"

Pam snorts. "Shame your little fae powers don't allow you to speak to the dead," she drawls. "That would really come in handy right about now." Sookie opens her mouth to defend her still untrained powers, only to pause and snap her mouth shut. Immediately that catches both vampires' attention and Pam leans forward, interest piqued. "Have you been holding out on us, Tinkerbell?"

"No." Sookie scoffs, suddenly overcome with wariness. "But I, uh, I might know someone who-"

"No." Eric cuts her off. "No witches."

"She's not a witch," Sookie says. "Y/N is, um, she's my sister."

Eric freezes before he leans forward in his chair. "There's a third Stackhouse? How come we never learned of this?"

Sookie sighs and drops onto the couch. She shrugs. "Y/N's powers manifested a lot earlier than mine did and they.. well it drove her crazy. She was in and out of the hospital, and the death of our parents didn't do her any favors. She started rebelling at seventeen and drank herself into oblivion. Constantly."

Pam hums. "Sounds like my kind of girl."

Sookie frowns at her before looking back at Eric. "She's actually due for a visit tomorrow. I'll bring her by."

"How are you so sure she'll do this for us? If I recall correctly, you did not come peacefully," Eric muses.

Sookie rolls her eyes. "Y/N is a free spirit. If I hadn't told you she was my sister, you wouldn't have known we were twins."

"Twins?" Eric seems to perk up, eyes lighting up, and this time it's Pam's turn to roll her eyes.

Sookie scoffs. "Don't be gross. We'll be by after my shift tomorrow."

Finding an Uber into Bon Temps after the sun had set was almost impossible, but fortunately you found someone who was willing to make the trip. You knew Louisiana had become a vampire hotspot, but you didn't know people had found traveling in the state quite so fearsome.

You don't have much on you, with the exception of a small suitcase holding a few change of clothes, so you opt to be dropped off at Merlotte's rather than your childhood home. And upon exiting the car after making sure your payment went through, you grab your suitcase by the handle and walk towards the entrance. A few whispers attempt to reach out to you, but you shake off the echoes of death and march on.

There's only a handful of locals inside Merlotte's, but the no-good nosy folk still all stop to see who's entering their local establishment. Inside, the whispers get louder, but you reign in your control and shake your head clear. What the hell happened here that there are so many echoes?

"Do my eyes deceive me or is that my favorite Stackhouse?"

You're already grinning as you find the source of the comment, grin widening as Sam's familiar handsome self makes his way towards you. "Come on, Sam. We all know who your favorite Stackhouse really is?"

He laughs as he opens his arms for a hug and you drop your suitcase to step into his embrace. "Jason's bragging again, isn't he?"

You huff a laugh and pinch his side, the two of you not speaking of all the years he spent pining after your sister. "So where is my twin?" You ask as you pull back and roll your eyes when Sam readily picks up your suitcase.

You follow him to the bar as he says, "She's taking a call in the back. Want me to let her know you're here?"

"Nah, but can you put in an order for me? I miss Lafayette's burgers."

"Sure thing, chère. What do you want?"

"Cheeseburger with everything, cut the onions. Extra ketchup. Fries. And whatever beer you have on tap."

Sam chuckles as he's already pouring your beer. "So the usual." You grin as he slides your glass across the bar. "I'll be back."

Taking a seat on the stool there at the bar, you grab your glass and sip at the ice cold beer. It feels so good sliding down your throat that the sip turns into a gulp, and before you know it half the glass is gone. Needing a breath, you set the glass down and inhale deeply. As you exhale, you burp, and then take a moment to stretch in your seat while glancing around. A few people are still staring and murmuring far too low to their companions for you to hear, so instead you raise an eyebrow at them- challenging them to say their opinion out loud. None of them do and you scoff an amused laugh before drinking the rest of your beer.

Sam reappears. "Long flight?" He takes your glass and refills it.

"Flight was fine. It's the people of Bon Temps who annoy the shit out of me." Sam frowns, but you shrug off his concern as he quickly glances around at those in his establishment. You're well aware of what everyone thinks of you and Sookie thanks to Sookie's abilities, and you're grateful you didn't quite get the same ability as her. If you had to hear every living being's thoughts on top of the dead's, you'd have permanently committed yourself long ago.

"Well I talked to your sister in the back. She said she'll be right out."

"That's fine." Accepting your second glass of beer, you smile gratefully at Sam before taking another drink.

"Girl, I knows you ain't tryin' to eat my food without saying hello."

You turn on your stool, one knee crossed over the other as you beam at the cook. "Lafayette!" He approaches with your plated cheeseburger and a basket of fries, setting them in front of you before pulling you into a hug. "I wouldn't have left without saying hello. I just wanted my food first."

"'Course you did," he muses. "How long you here for, little Stackhouse?"

"Um, I'm kind of between jobs at the moment," you sheepishly admit. You quickly grab a fry and pop it into your mouth. "I'll probably stick around until I can find something or Sookie kicks me out."

Lafayette swats you with his dish towel. "You know damn well Sook won't kick you out. That sister of yours misses you lots. She's been talkin' nonstop about your visit."

"If you need a job, chère, I'll be happy to give you one."

You pop another fry into your mouth, grinning over at Sam. "Lord knows you can barely handle one Stackhouse, Sam. No way in hell you can two- three if Jason is around as much as I'm assuming." Sam opens his mouth to retort, but a shriek cuts him off. It's Sookie and she barrels right into your side. "Jesus Sook," you laugh. "Warn a girl."

As you and Sookie quickly catch up (she's all for you staying as long as you need), more patrons enter Merlotte's and Lafayette's forced back into the kitchen. Jason and his best friend Hoyt walk in, so you walk over to join them as Sookie gets back to work also.

Jason is glad Sookie won't be in the house all on her own since he has his own place and Hoyt is just glad to see all the Stackhouses together once again. You finish your cheeseburger and fries there at the table with them, along with three glasses of beer and two shots courtesy of your brother who wanted to properly celebrate your homecoming.

Jason and Hoyt leave, you waving them off when they asked if you wanted a ride home. Sookie's shift is just about over and you remember her asking if you could wait for her because she wanted to take you someplace. So when Sookie comes out from the back to collect you from the bar, you're slightly swaying on your stool as you grin at her.

"Are you drunk?" She incredulously asks. "Y/N, I need you level headed."

"Ooohhh," you coo and reach out to bop her on the nose. "And just what do I need to be level headed for, sis?"

"Can you walk?" She asks instead. You laugh and nod, hopping off the stool and giving yourself a moment to make sure the room isn't tilting. She sighs. "That's good enough for me. Come on. A friend of mine needs a favor." She walks behind the bar to collect your suitcase and a bottle of water from the small refrigerator under the bar. "Bye, Sam! See you later!" She then calls out as she leads you down a hall. You hear Sam's muffled reply from one door in particular and then Sookie's leading you out the back exit and towards her car.

Outside she opens the passenger door to her small yellow Honda Civic that looks newer than the last time you saw it, and tosses your suitcase in the backseat. She pushes you down onto the passenger seat and holds the water bottle out to you. "Drink."

You take the bottle without a word, twist off the cap, and start to guzzle the water as she shuts the door and walks around the car to the driver's side door. You only get half of it down before needing to breathe. "What.. am I.. guzzling water for?" You ask in between breaths.

As Sookie starts up her car, she casts a wary glance your way before looking back to where she's driving. "Shreveport. We're going to Fangtasia. The owner of the bar needs you to listen to some echoes."

"Fangstasia?" Your brow furrows as you try to wrack your brain about why that sounds so familiar. A moment later, however, the answer comes to you and you groan. "First off, I can overlook the vampire bar. What I can't overlook is that of all people to tell our secret to, you chose vampires. Vampires! Do you know we're like crack to them?"

"I'm sorry, okay! I got involved with them a while back, which is a mistake that I can admit now, but Eric actually tried helping me in his own way. Somewhat. We've become friends."

"Sookie." You groan again. Your sister pouts and you decide to keep quiet, sipping on your water and wishing it were something stronger. "So what does this Eric know about me listening to echoes?"

"Nothing really," she says. "I know how you like your privacy, so last night was the first time I mentioned that I even had a sister." You grin, not hurt at all by her not mentioning you to others. "I just said that you could listen in on the dead. They don't know about anything else."

"Good. I like to keep 'em on their toes." Sookie snorts at your all too amused expression. "And besides, I learned a new trick! I can't wait to test it out."

Your sister glances between you and the road, her smile faltering. "Are you- are you sure you're okay to do this? I know how it can get when you're not truly focused."

"We're on the road." You giggle. "No turning around now."

This time it's Sookie's turn to groan. "I knew I should have asked beforehand. Now the night's gonna end with one of us pinned to a wall."

"Oooh. Kinky."

The rest of the drive is painfully quiet, with the exception of some gospel music station Sookie has playing on low. You're humming a completely different song under your breath, right arm hanging out the window and letting the humid air rush over the skin of your arm. Thankfully the drive isn't too long and Sookie is soon pulling into the parking lot with a building partially decorated with neon red lights. The outside of Fangtasia is not what you expected, but seeing the line of both human and vampires in their scantily clad outfits makes you excited to see what's going on inside.

You're practically bouncing in your seat as Sookie parks and she can't help but grin at your apparent excitement. "Get it all out now," she says. "You won't be smilin' the closer you get to the buildin'. Not while you're half drunk."

"Shut up and let's go!"

Sookie fondly rolls her eyes and the two of you simultaneously pull down the sun visors to check yourselves in the small mirrors provided. Happy with your reflections, the two of you climb out of the vehicle. As your sister comes around to your side, you hook your arm through hers and the two of you head for the building.

Instead of heading straight to the back of line, Sookie leads you directly to Fangtasia's bouncer and ignores the grumbled displeasures of those waiting in line to get in. It takes you a few seconds to recognize the dark skinned female checking ID's, but when she turns to greet Sookie and her eyes widen upon seeing you, you grin. "What's cookin', good lookin'?"

"Oh Lord," Tara muses. "Eric's gonna murder the both of y'all."

Sookie huffs and she holds you back as you attempt to poke at Tara's abdomen. "Who put him in a bad mood now?"

Tara shrugs as she swats your hand away. "It's Eric. He's always in a bad mood unless he's balls deep in some fang-banger."

Your sister ew's and you grin, clearly impressed, until Sookie elbows you. Tara just chuckles and gestures inside. "Go on in. You know where to find him. See you later, Y/N."

"Lookin' forward to it." Sookie drags you inside and the second you step foot in the darkened hallway, you sway on your feet as pressure builds up in your head. "Wait, wait, wait." You step aside to lean against the wall, shaking your head clear and trying to build up mental walls. When you catch a glimpse of your sister, you see her smiling sadly at you and are grateful she doesn't gloat about being right. "This is why I don't hang around vampires much," you murmur. "So much death."

"Sorry. I know I should have asked beforehand, but I didn't want to give you a chance to say no. Eric's annoying when he doesn't get what he wants."

"Yeah, yeah." You wave her off, close your eyes, and take a few deep breaths. Once you feel a bite more settled, you push off the wall and meet your sister's gaze. "Okay. I'm ready."

Entering the main part of the club you can't help but look around in wide-eyed wonder. While most would think you were awe, you actually weren't and instead bit back the comment about how ridiculously cliché the establishment is. Everything is in blacks and reds, vampires in leather or electrical tape are dancing on poles, and the humans reek of desperation.

"Huh. No one's on the throne," Sookie muses.

You glance towards a raised platform, eyes lighting up at the sight of two actual thrones. Sookie's grip on your arm, however, stops you from attempting to go up there. "At least buy me a drink before we meet Mr. Scary Vampire." You pout.

"Nope." She starts marching away from the bar and towards a back hallway. "You're drunk enough already. You can have one at home when we're done here."

"Boo. You're no fun."

Sookie stops right outside a black door and impatiently knocks. You grin at her already huffy attitude and then walk in behind her as soon as someone permits entrance. The office is very plain, with the exception of a blood red couch off to the side and the two vampires behind the desk, and you frown as Sookie guides you towards a black leather chair and pushes you down into it.

"So this is the mysterious Stackhouse." The blonde male drawls.

You drag your gaze from your sister to the vampire in question and sit a little straighter in your seat as a lazy smile stretches across your lips. "And you're the mysterious vampire I've only heard about an hour ago." You then look at your sister. "Please tell me you banged this one."

There are simultaneous snorts from behind the desk and Sookie exhales roughly, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Eric. Pam, this is my sister Y/N. She might be a little drunk."

"Just a little," you muse, giggling.

"Well at least we know who the fun Stackhouse is."

You perk up again, putting one finger on the tip of your nose and pointing at Pam who's smirking at you with the other hand. "And don't you forget it."

"As amusing as this is," Eric drawls again, "I need a favor. Are you capable of doing what your sister claims you can do?"

"I wouldn't be here if I couldn't." You smirk. The smirk falters however as you feel a chill slide across the back of your neck. You still and slowly glance over your shoulder, whispers you hadn't been listening to earlier getting louder. You wince and turn back around, strengthening your shields. A moment passes before you clear your throat and say, "But I have two conditions before I start."

Eric and Pam had been watching you closely, intrigued the second Sookie held up her hand to stall their questions when they noticed you zone out and stare at the corner of the room. "Money is no issue," Eric then says.

"Pft. I don't want money."

"Y/N!" Sookie reprimands. "You're in between jobs. Take the money."

Without looking at your sister, you wave your hand at your sister to get her to shut up. You know you've done your job when she swats your hand so you continue speaking to Eric. "First condition, no biting! I don't care how delicious I smell. No gnawing on the tiny little gremlin."

Pam's lips stretch into a wide smile whereas Eric's lips faintly twitch. "And the second?"

"I get free drinks from the bar whenever I'm here."

"Deal."

"Yes!"

"You're such an idiot," Sookie mutters.

You look to your sister, bouncing in your seat in excitement. "Joke's on Dracula. I'm gonna be in Bon Temps for the foreseeable future. That's a lot of free drinks for me. Suck it, Pixie."

"Oohh. I like this mouth breather. Can we please keep her?"

You meet Pam's gaze and wink. "As beautiful as you are, sweet stuff, you are so not my type."

Her left eyebrow raises as she's still clearly amused. "Because I'm a vampire?"

"Nah. Because you're female," you say. "I can appreciate a hot as fuck lady when I see one, but I still prefer cock."

"Okay!" Sookie nearly shouts as she stands up. Eric beams at your drunken blunt attitude. "We're here so Y/N can find out where your money is and we're way off topic. Can we please get on with it so I can get her home?"

You snort. "Prude." Sookie slaps the back of your arm and you squeal, slapping her arm back. You glare at her until her lips twitch and then you're back to giggling, looking back toward the vampires. "So let's do it. Do you have anything of the dead guy I'm supposed to be listening for? It'll make it easier to listen in on him."

Pam shrugs. "His blood is still in the dungeon. Will that work?"

"Gross, but yeah. Lead the way."

As soon as you stand, the voices amp up and you sway at the sudden onslaught of voices. You grit your teeth and tune them out, nodding at Eric who had stilled to keep an eye on you. He gestures to follow after Pam and you do, Sookie and Eric following behind you. Pam makes a beeline for the stage of thrones, but before you can follow there's a hand gripping your wrist and leading you towards a door behind the bar.

You're led down into a dimly lit dungeon behind Eric and you can't help the next words that leave your mouth. "It's always such a let down when the dungeon is actually a dungeon and not a sex dungeon."

Eric turns around to stare at you with a leering gaze and Sookie groans. "Been in a lot of dungeons?"

"Not really." You shrug and walk towards the back of the room where there are metal poles sticking up from the concrete floor. Chains hang from each of them and you shiver as your fingers run over them, the metallic rattling immediately tuning you in to the whispers. Subtly shaking your head, you look towards Sookie. "You know the drill."

She nods, pulling small orange styrofoam plugs from her pocket. "If it looks like you're struggling, plug my ears. Or get out."

"Bingo." You grin at your sister before looking at Eric. "If it gets bad, I expect you to vamp speed her little butt outta here."

"And how would I know what bad looks like?"

"Oh you'll know," Sookie mutters.

Grinning one last time at Sookie and Eric, you turn back towards where Eric obviously chains up those who end up on his bad side. So touching the chains again, you let the rattling and whispers overcome your senses.

"..dangerous. Need to leave."

"..bad place. I just want to go home."

"Stupid fuckin' vampers."

The room turns hazy and silhouettes walk to and from around the basement. You stare at them, letting the voices come and go until you find the one you're looking for.

"..so screwed. Never should have done it." Your gaze zeroes in on the silhouette, watching it pace back and forth. "It was just a little money. Pocket change."

"Never gonna find it. Calm down. We're already dead."

You listen a bit more to their whining, hoping for anything useful when a loud dry sob pierces the air. You wince and whirl around to spot the source of noise.

"Did she- can she hear us?"

"If she can then she can tell that goddamn vamper where his stuff is." You whirl back around, gasping at the too close silhouette. "Hello." A chill rushes through you and your too tense muscles seem to relax as a haze takes over your mind.

"Y/N? You good?" Sookie asks. She warily glances around, she and Eric both noticing the atmosphere in the room thickening.

"Hm?" Your eyes blink rapidly as if clearing your vision. "Yeah. All good," you hear yourself saying.

"Well what did you find out?" Eric asks.

You feel your head turning left and right as if taking in your surroundings before you turn around and walk towards the wall where more chains are hanging. Eric growls at being ignored and Sookie quietly assures him that this is normal. Reaching for a chain, you feel your hand gliding along one chain and picking it up, caressing a metal stake at the end of it.

"Y/N," Sookie cautiously calls out. "What are you doing?"

Getting a good grasp on the stake in one hand, you turn around and smile at Eric- a chilling smile that immediately sets Sookie on edge and lets even Eric know that something is off. "Fuck your money. You're never gonna get it, you dead piece of shit."

"Y/N, don't!" Sookie screams as your arm suddenly thrusts the stake towards the side of your neck, only to stop mere centimeters from the intended target.

Sookie gasps and Eric raises an eyebrow in surprise. "Are her eyes supposed to completely white over?"

"Well she did mention learning a new trick." Sookie nervously shifts beside Eric and they watch you slowly come back to yourself, expression hardening.

Eyes completely white, you stare straight ahead as you lower your hand without any resistance from the spirits. "You dead fucks try that shit again and I will obliterate your fuckin' souls, and mark every soul in your goddamn family. Do I make myself clear?" You seethe. The dungeon gets chilly before the tension seems to suddenly dwindle. The whispers amp up before completely dying out and you stand a little taller. "Good. Now where is the money?"

Eric and Sookie patiently watch Y/N as she lazily glances back and forth before the white recedes from her eyes. Her shoulders sag and she meets Eric's gaze. "That Rafael guy had a building he was renovating over on.. over on.." she trails off, brow furrowing as she tries to collect her thoughts.

"I know of it," Eric says.

She sighs. "Well the money's in the wall on the second floor. Happy demolishing."

Then like a puppet with its strings cut, Y/N collapses right before their very eyes.

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A pounding at your temples is what wakes you and you groan as your eyes flutter open. You're apparently still at Fangtasia, back in Eric's plain office and laying on the most uncomfortable couch you've ever laid on.

"You're awake. Good."

You begrudgingly sit up, wincing as the throbbing persists. Glancing around, you frown as you notice you and Eric are the only two in the room. "Where's my sister?"

"Miss Stackhouse couldn't bother a mere hour in my presence so she went out front to pester Tara."

"You two exes or something?"

Not even close. "No. I admit I pursued her once, but it was only to satiate my curiosity about why she smelled so divine." Bill fuckin' Compton was also a cock block of epic proportions.

You snort. "Cock block. Who is Bill and why did he cock block you from Sookie?" Eric stills and he goes quiet. You frown at him and then between one blink and the next, Eric is kneeling in front of you.

Can you hear me?

"Um, yes?" You say. A moment passes and then you realize your slip-up. You groan. "Okay, so yeah. I can't read the minds of humans, but apparently I can read the minds of vampires. It only happens when I'm at my most vulnerable and being slightly possessed makes me vulnerable."

Eric slowly smirks. "Well aren't you my new favorite Stackhouse."

You fall back against the back of the couch, groaning. "Whatever. I don't have the energy to argue with you. Just please don't tell Sookie. She gets all huffy when I can do something she can't."

Another blink and Eric is sitting beside you on the couch. "Is there a reason why you can read vampires and she can read everyone else but vampires?"

"Your guess is as good as mine." You shrug. "I eventually came to the conclusion that we're just a part of different courts. She's Light Fae and I'm Dark. She flourishes under the sun and I under the moon. I don't really know."

"Have you tried getting answers from other Fae?"

"Yeah, no. I met a member of the Fae court and that's a hard pass. Those fairy fucks can keep their imposter foods. I like this realm just fine, thank you very much."

Eric's lips twitch. "If the vampires find out about your powers, they're going to fight to put their claim on you."

"Is that your not so subtle way in trying to convince me that I should ask you for protection?"

"I'm the sheriff of this area, sweetheart. You won't be able to find anyone better suited for the job."

You huff a quiet laugh. "Keep your fangs to yourself, sweetheart. I can take care of myself."

We'll see about that.

Settling in at what was always known as Gran's house, you almost take Sam up on his offer to become a waitress or bartender at Merlotte's. But then a day after doing Eric a favor, a check arrives for you- a check worth thousands of dollars- along with an offer from Eric to work every other day at Fangtasia to read the vampires coming and going from his area.

You didn't get back to him right away, instead choosing to just keep to yourself for a bit and re-familiarize yourself with the town. And then just when you think you have a lid on things, a constant buzzing makes a home just at the back of your skull.

For days Eric tries reaching you through texts and calls, but you just don't have the patience to deal with him. The buzzing is non-stop, the echoes of the dead sound as if they're underwater, and you can't hold a conversation longer than a minute. Sookie seems to understand that you can't be around people, so she leaves you be for the most part.

Your sister is currently at work so you have the house all to yourself. You haven't been able to clear your head and the buzzing is only getting louder and louder. You're nearing your breaking point, so when there's a knock at the front door you try to ignore it.

The knocking persists so you reluctantly roll out of bed, frowning as you march downstairs and towards the front door. Through the screen door you can see Eric standing there. You scowl at him, he grins, and when you push open the door he's immediately leaning against the door jamb. "You've been ignoring me."

You sigh and cross your arms over your chest. "I haven't been feeling well. Something's.. off."

That causes his faint grin to drop. "Is it something serious?"

"I'm not sure. I just- it feels like something bad is on the way."

"Well in that case.." Eric straightens up and stares down at you. "You're going to invite me in so I can protect you-" you scoff, "-or have primal passionate sex with you. You pick."

Though your mind is on overdrive, you can't help but faintly grin at the tall vampire. "I'll take a raincheck on the sex, but if you still want to come in, then come in."

Eric smirks as he crosses the threshold of the house and you shake your head at him before turning around and leading him to the living room. You take a seat in the corner of the couch, curling up with a pillow in your lap, and Eric sits on the middle seat to be as close to you as possible. "How long have you been feeling like this?"

"Few days now," you tell him. "There's this.. buzz. It's constant and it just keeps getting louder and louder."

"And the voices?"

"Muffled. No matter how much I concentrate, I can't hear them clearly. It's like they're trying to tell me something, but I can't tune in to the right station. It's annoying." Eric hums in thought and you attempt to change the subject. "So what brings you down here to Bon Temps? Surely my first impression wasn't that memorable."

He smirks as his arm rests along the top of the backrest of the couch, his fingers tugging on a few pieces of your hair. "It's rare for someone to amuse me these days. And you weren't what I was expecting Sookie's twin to be."

"Between the two of us, Sookie got all the perkiness. I, uh, I got stuck with all the doom and gloom." Eric quirks an eyebrow at you and you chuckle, wincing a moment later as an lingering echo screeches in your ear. Your attention is immediately drawn towards the kitchen where you see a silhouette walk by and the buzzing amps up.

Without uttering a word, you get up and follow it.

Eric watches as Y/N laughs one moment and then in the next second her expression is completely blank and attention elsewhere. Normally he'd be offended, but after learning what he could from Sookie he knows to never bring Y/N out of a trance. So in order to protect this little fae that just continues to become more and more interesting, Eric gets up and follows Y/N through the kitchen and out the back door.

He keeps several feet between himself and Y/N, his curiosity piqued as he notices her stop in the middle of the field behind her home. She glances back and forth as if searching for something, slowly turning in a circle. She winces and stumbles back, eyes wide and heart pumping furiously. Whatever's going on, Eric's instincts suddenly kick in and he doesn't like it. He doesn't like the look of fear on Y/N's face.

One sudden stumble sends Y/N to her knees, hands clamping around her ears.

"No, no, no," you mumble. The buzzing is extremely loud now, voices are screaming but you're still unable to make out what they're saying. Rocking back and forth, you glance around and your heart sinks as you watch Eric standing there across from you. "Go. Get away. I can't-"

"What's wrong? I can help you."

You shake your head. "You can't. You need to go. Get away from me. Please."

Eric watches you and you whimper when you see his resolve strengthen. He's not going anywhere. Clenching your eyes shut against the onslaught of noise, you slam your hands down on the ground in front of you and your fingers dig into the earth. Your breaths come faster and faster, and when you can't take it anymore your eyes fly open as you open your mouth and scream.

Your scream drowns out the buzz, the voices become clearer and it's only there alongside your scream do you understand them. You don't know how long you scream for, but when you stop your throat feels raw.

"What was that?" Eric asks.

"Sookie."

He's immediately kneeling before you, fingers under your chin to tilt your face upward. "What did you say?"

"My sister. She's not- she's not safe."

"She's at work under the ever watchful eye of the shifter."

"She is. Until she walks out back to take out the trash," you say. "Please," you beg. "Just.. just go check on her."

Eric continues to hold your gaze for a moment longer before he gives you a terse nod and then stands tall. Your eyes follow him as she lifts off into the air and it's like a weight is lifted off your chest. You sob in relief, curling in on yourself with your face in your hands.

"..inside.. safer.."

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and your cries immediately cease. Sniffling, you sit back up and glance around the field you're in. Hearing the chirping insects and the ruffling of tree limbs puts you at unease, so you climb to your feet and hurriedly make your way back towards the house. You don't breathe until you're inside, behind closed doors, but even then you're still a little tense and wondering if your sister is okay.

The minutes tick on by as you pace back and forth in the kitchen, and you yelp when you turn around and Eric is standing right there. You raise a fist in order to punch him, but stop halfway there and instead poke his chest as you push him back a step. "Don't do that."

He smirks. "Sookie is fine. A couple of human junkies needed some money for their next fix. The sheriff is on the way to take care of the issue."

"Thank you." You sigh. As you move aside to take a seat at the table, you glance back at Eric and see a blood trail falling from his ear. Your eyes widen and you rush towards him, uncaring about boundaries when one hand lands on his chest and the other grasping his chin to turn his face sideways. "Your ear! I told you to leave before I screamed. Why didn't you listen?" You let go of his chin and then shove him a step back as you go back to pacing.

Eric chuckles. "You've been keeping secrets. You're not just Fae, are you?"

You shrug. "I'm not really sure what I am. I only found out I was part Fae because you guys told Sookie she was. The mind reading is from Fae abilities, but the screaming-"

"The wailing is a whole different breed."

You stop pacing and face him once more. "There's only one creature that wails," you say, "but I gave up on digging into our family history a long time ago."

"You truly are a rare breed, Miss Stackhouse. Half fae, half banshee. The vampires are going to be in a tizzy over you."

You groan. "A problem is inevitable until I agree to a claim, isn't it?"

"Aren't you a smart cookie."

You scowl at Eric then, holding his gaze until you sigh. "If I say yes to a claim, can I have your word that you won't take advantage?" He smiles then and though this vampire is ridiculously good looking, you rather not be someone's pet. But alas, you know he's right. "If the offer for a job at Fangtasia is still open, I'll take it. I don't plan to leave Bon Temps anytime soon and I'm going to need the cash."

"Sweetheart, if you agree to be mine I'll give you all the cash you could want."

Your nose wrinkles. "I'm so gonna regret this." There's a faint click! as Eric's fangs appear, his eyes darkening as he readily bites into his wrist. "Don't tell my sister."

Drink up, little one. We're going to have some fun.

[kohanayaki]

.:Time and Time Again:. (Marauders Era x Reader) Ch 3

Continuing the story of how you and Sirius became friends; as James and Remus grow closer to you, Sirius continues to treat you coldly until a late night encounter makes him question everything.

LINKS:   CH 1   CH 2   CH 3   CH 4   CH 5   CH 6   CH 7   CH 8

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Ch 3 .:Resistance and Reconciliation:.

~Previously~

“I'm not going to bother making friends with someone whose family is so wrapped up in blood politics they forget to be human beings first. Trust me, I've met their mother enough times to know.”

“Did you ever ask them about it?” Remus pressed.

“I don't really need to, do I? They're a (L/n). Open your eyes, Moony!”

Remus' brow furrowed, a shine in his eyes akin to sympathy as he regarded Sirius.

“Perhaps it's you that needs to clear your vision, friend.”

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Sirius sat on the stone ledge on the window of his dorm room, looking out towards the Black Lake. He could see the push and pull of the wind as the thin branches of the ash trees bowed gently with the rhythm. In the reflection of the glass he could see James and Peter behind him experimenting with an altered set of wizard's chess, complete with fire-breathing knights and bishops that threw daggers, while one of Remus' records spun in the background.

Despite everything he could have been thinking about at the moment, his thoughts, irritatingly enough, drifted to you. He frowned slightly as he leaned his shoulder against the window, annoyed that you occupied even a portion of his mind. He just couldn't understand you. Somehow you had turned James, who had once openly proclaimed you his sworn enemy, into something close to a friend in the span of a year. You had no qualms with pranks pulled on you, yet you were fiercely protective when they were directed at others. You were always smiling, yet your temper took no prisoners. If you weren't a Slytherin you might even be attractive.

The thought made him bolt upright. Where the hell did that come from? He almost laughed. No. Absolutely not. He was Sirius Black, he could get anyone he wanted in this bloody school, and he certainly wasn't going to busy his mind with you. What the hell was wrong with him? It's not like he noticed the way you smiled to yourself when you were reading, or the fact that the sound of your laugh got stuck in his head like a song—

No. Stop it. Get your head straight, they're evil.

Sirius exhaled deeply, rubbing his tired eyes with his hands. For some reason that thought didn't sit right in his brain, and the longer he sat with it he came to a horrifying conclusion:

Maybe Remus was right.

The only time you'd really been nasty to them was when they'd instigated it first, or whenever they had a go at Snivelus, which had become less and less frequent; Sirius suspected because of your tentative friendship with James. He'd always just assumed you were like the other Slytherins he'd come to know. There's been hearsay circulating around you, especially given your family's reputation, but you yourself hadn't really done anything to prove the rumors. Maybe you really weren't like your family at all. Maybe you were like him. . .

Suddenly, he caught movement in the corner of his eye, not from his friend's reflections but from outside the window itself. A figure emerged from the lamplight of the castle gate, making their way towards the edge of the forest. If the green lining of your school robes and (h/c) hair didn't peak his interest, the flash that he saw of your face as you shot a quick glance over your shoulder confirmed it was you.

Sirius' mind began racing as he watched you disappear into the foliage, and suddenly every thought that had given you the benefit of the doubt vanished. He'd heard the rumors about the gatherings in the forest, everyone had. He'd even caught Snape practicing dark magic there himself one of the first nights they'd used the Shrieking Shack passageway.

He jumped off his perch by the window and grabbed a sheet of parchment and a quill, drawing a rough outline of the perimeter of the forest. He labeled the Black Lake so his spell would have a going off point and pressed his wand to the still drying ink.

“Revelare Popularis,”

The enchantment was a work in progress— a technique he'd learned from a seventh year. It wasn't exact, but it was enough to tell him if anyone else was in the forest right now. His eyes darted across the paper as he scanned his makeshift map, and the color drained from his face as he saw names suddenly appear in a cluster by the lake: Mulciber, Wilkes, Avery, and Malfoy.

Was this it? Were you really one of them? 

James looked up from his game as he saw Sirius grab his leather jacket off where it hung from his bedpost.

“Going somewhere?”

“(L/n) just went into the forest,” Sirius said, “I'm following them.”

“Why, Sirius?” Remus said sardonically, having had enough of his unusual grudge against you, “We're not really ones to talk when it comes to sneaking around the forest at night, now are we?”

“He's got a point,” James said, “I mean, what do you think you're going to see?”

“What do I think?” Sirius scoffed, pushing the paper into Jame's hands, “what does it look like?”

James looked down at the parchment blankly.

“What am I looking at?”

“A variation on Revelio,” Sirius explained quickly, “if you have a location in mind it shows you who's there, but only at the time the charm is cast.”

“Are you kidding me?” James' jaw nearly dropped, “You're just now showing this to us? We could have been taking advantage of this spell to dodge Filch this whole time!”

“I'm serious.”

James had to fight hard not to make a joke out of that one.

“If (L/n)'s meeting up with those guys it can't be for anything good,” Sirius continued, “and I'm gonna find out exactly why.”

Before any of the boys could get another word in, Sirius took off running down the corridor. James groaned, rebelling against the urge to slam his head into the wall.  

“I've got to stop him before he does something stupid,” he said, pulling a coat on over his shoulders, “You with me, Remus?”

“Probably not the best idea,” Lupin reminded him, “the moon's full tomorrow. I won't turn, but in the direct moonlight I may get a bit. . . well, you know.”

“Right,” James sighed, running a hand through his hair in distress, “Peter?”

The boy jolted as he was addressed, his eyes quickly cast down to his twiddling fingers.

“I. . . w-well. . .”

“Fine,” James said, waving them off in annoyance, “I'll go at him alone.”

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You took a grateful breath of the crisp night air, letting the wind whistle through your hair and clothes. You loved your common room, but it could feel constricting at times, especially when there were nights as beautiful as this taking place.

Your eyes drifted up to the moon, smiling at the sight of it. It was nearly full, only a sliver of white missing from the very edge of the sphere. The sight alone was enough to make you feel more at home in your own skin, an inexplicable sense of comfort washing over you. You hadn't been able to really let loose and just run in so long. You'd made doubly sure no one had followed you into the forest, but you still gave your surroundings a quick once over. You jumped as the sound of leaves crunching suddenly asserted itself behind you and you lit your wand quickly, turning to see who it was.

“. . . Black?”

“Sorry, were you expecting someone else? One of your pureblood friends, maybe?”

The confused look on your face only made his anger flare.

“Don't act coy,” he asked harshly, “just what are you playing at?”

Your back straightened in surprise, taken aback by his words.

“Excuse me?”

“I've seen you talking to my brother, Rosier, Snivelus, and all those other Slytherins. Don't think I don't know what you're doing,” the words flew out of his mouth before they had time to pass through his brain, every irrational irritation he had regarding you spewing out of him at once, “I've had to sit through it, you know. All those dinners where my parents talk blood politics with all the fanatics who think just like them. I've listened to your mother brag all about your pure blood line and how her child is 'so eager to carry on the family traditions'. So whatever you're planning by getting close to James, I'm not going to let it happen.”

You felt like you were frozen in place, staring at him as your throat tightened into knots.

“My mom?” you said, voice suddenly small, “Sirius. . . my mom passed away when I was little.”

Your words hit the Gryffindor like a truck.

“. . . what?” he asked dumbly, his brain delaying slightly in processing what you'd just said.

“She got sick. . . an experimental spell gone wrong. If you met someone with my family's name that spoke like that, it was probably my aunt. My cousin goes to Ilvermorny. That's the child she's talking about, not me. The divide between purebloods and muggleborns is even more severe in America, if you can believe it. . . ”

Sirius faltered, this new information going against everything he'd heard and thought he knew about you and your family.

“But,” he hesitated, “your father—”

“Put up the image he had to in order to keep me safe,” you said. You knew he was documented as being very open about his pureblood pride and distaste towards muggles, but it was a cover more than anything, “Since he stopped speaking with my aunt and moved us both away from the estate, she's acted as the new head of the (L/n) House, and that was years ago. . .”

You trailed off awkwardly, not feeling very self-righteous in your explanation.

“I know my family doesn't have the best reputation. . . that's probably why you hate me, huh?” you chuckled humorlessly, wincing at how harsh the words came out. But if you were honest, you were hurt that out of everyone in their group, Sirius was the one that didn't even seem to want to give you a chance. You were the one who had extended the olive branch in the first place on the condition that they ease up on Severus.

“Hate you?” Sirius echoed hollowly, feeling guilt creep up on him like a shadow, “that's. . . shit, no, that's not—”

“Everte Statum!”

You gasped as Sirius was suddenly shot backwards, his body flipping wildly through the air from the force before being slammed against the trunk of a nearby tree. His head spun, heavily disoriented as his vision shifted in shades.

You had drawn your wand on instinct, looking around for your attackers when you saw a black-clad figure lift their hood, revealing a long mane of white hair that stood out starkly in the night.  

Malfoy.

“Well, looky here,” Mulciber taunted, revealing himself behind you, “we've caught the two biggest blood traitors of the last century having a touching little moment together.”

Laughter echoed from the trees, Wilkes emerging from the shadows. You took up a defensive position as their group surrounded you.

“Now, let's not be hasty, Mulciber,” Lucius said, “their father may have disgraced their house, yes, but they didn't have a choice. It's not too late for them to make the right one now.” His lips turned up into a snarl as he regarded Sirius, “get away from that blood traitor, (L/n), he'll rub off on you.”

You grit your teeth hard, preparing to cast a spell when Malfoy put his hand up in a silencing gesture, the pretentious little prat.

“Ah, you don't want to make any rash moves either, (L/n),” he said, looking to your left. You followed his gaze to see Avery coming out of the foliage, grappling with someone under his arm.

“Potter?!”

James smiled weakly as Avery held him in a choke hold, a bit of blood dripping down the side of his head.

“Hey,” he said, humor still light in his voice, “So, this didn't exactly work out as planned.” He groaned as Avery's elbow was driven into his stomach, effectively silencing him.

As soon as you tried to move towards him, Lucius had his wand pointed at you.

“Let him go and get lost, Malfoy,” you said lowly, “you've taken this far enough.”

“You've been avoiding us, (L/n),” Lucius said, ignoring you entirely, “Snape may have come up with some rubbish excuses for you earlier, but you can't keep running from this.”

“If practicing curses on first years and terrorizing other people is how you plan on using magic, then I don't want any part of your little cult,” you spat, “face it, Malfoy— you lot need me, but I don't need you.”

Lucius exhaled sharply, his genuine surprise at your resistance replaced quickly with anger.

“Think about what you're doing, (L/n),” he said, his eyes narrowing dangerously, “don't be a fool like your father.”

That did it.

With a growl you unleashed an orange bolt of energy from your wand, your Stupefy hitting Lucius square in the chest. Mulciber was quick to retaliate with a jinx of his own, which you quickly nullified with a shield charm. Shock flashed across his expression at your casual use of nonverbal magic, and he recovered one second too late.

Sirius was back on his feet, petrifying Mulciber and swatting Wilkes away like a fly with the knockback jinx before either could cast a spell at you. You and Sirius found yourselves back to back, fending off Lucius as he continued to direct a steady stream of curses in your direction. Sirius managed to create an opening for you and you turned to where James was being held.

“Evanossa!”

A flash of blue hit Avery, who shrieked in horror when he saw that the arm he was using to hold Potter had turned gelatinous, fingers drooping down like melting ice cream. James wasted no time paying him back in kind for roughing him up earlier, sending him flying into the oak tree and using the water from the Black Lake to freeze him there before joining you in the fray.

“Expelliarmus!” he called out, sending Wilke's wand spinning out of his reach and leaving only Malfoy against the three of you.

Lucius faltered for a moment as he stared down your group of three, but held fast.

“Leave it, Malfoy,” you said, “it's over.”

He growled under his breath, taking up an obvious offensive stance, but you were too quick.

“Ebublio!”

Lucius gasped as he suddenly found himself encased in a giant bubble, his knockback jinx ricocheting off the inside and hitting him in the back of the head. He pounded against the bubble in frustration but found it to be thick as Plexiglas and just as strong, unable to pop it. Suddenly, he was hoisted into the air as you raised your wand higher, directing him farther and farther away until he was hovering directly over the Black Lake.

“Let me go this instant!” he growled.

A devilish smile graced your features.

“You got it.”

“No, wait, don't you dar—AHH!!”

You turned your back on him, your breaking eye contact promptly bursting the bubble and sending him flailing into the water a few feet below.

You chuckled as you sent a few quick counter-jinxes out from your wand, restoring Mulciber's range of motion and liquefying the ice that trapped Avery.

As soon as Mulciber was unpetrified he took off running towards the Lake where Lucius was furiously treading water, tripping over his feet as he dragged Wilkes along with him. Avery limped after them, defrosted but still chilled to his bones (which you had been so kind to also restore).

“I'd fish him out quickly if I were you,” you called after them, “the giant squid is more active at night.”

“You're out of your mind, (L/n)!” Avery turned around and yelled, but with fear evident in his eyes, “You'll live to regret this, mark my words. The Headmaster—”

“Would love to know who cast the first spell, I'm sure,” you said darkly.

Avery stammered out some lame response under his breath before turning around and running after the rest of group, retreating.

Sirius turned to look at you, awestruck and chocked full of adrenaline. Maybe you really weren't so bad after all.

“That was. . .” James trailed off, grasping for the words and blurting them out as soon as he found them, “Brilliant, (Y/n). You're bloody brilliant.”

You felt your face heat up, not expecting that. You and James had stopped trading insults and threats (serious ones, anyways) and your teasing had become well meant, but neither of you had crossed the threshold of actually paying the other a compliment before.

“Thanks, Potter,” you said, unable to fight the smile on your face. You turned to Sirius briefly. “I hope this cleared some things up for us,” you said, “I'd really like to try and be friends, so. . .”

“Yeah,” Sirius said, wanting to kick himself at the way you turned him into a monosyllabic neanderthal with just a look. You gave him a small smile before turning back to James who was trying desperately to hide his limp and aching rib cage.

“Alright, let's get you to the hospital wing, Potter,” you sighed, “you look like a cheap action star in a muggle movie.”

“Uh,” James said nervously, “better we not. If I go to Madame Pomfrey three times in one day she'll never let me hear the end of it.”

“And who's fault is that?” You huffed, slinging an arm over his shoulder and helping him walk, “at least let me patch you up, then.”

Sirius followed some distance behind you, watching as you walked James back towards the castle and laughed at his occasional jokes. This one night had just turned everything upside down for Sirius. This whole time he was sure that he didn't like you because you were a blood-purist Slytherin and he was jealous that you were taking his best friend away from him; but the way you had stood up to Lucius and his goons made your position on blood politics very clear, and the tight feeling that struck Sirius' chest as he watched you cozy up with James made him reevaluate just which one of you he was jealous of.

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“Sirius?”

The man blinked, slowly coming back to reality. You were looking up at him in concern, your head resting lightly on his shoulder. It took an embarrassing amount of his willpower to keep from leaning forward just a few inches and kissing you.

Could you pick a worse time, you numbskull? He thought, mentally smacking himself for even thinking about it.

“Are you okay?” you asked hesitantly after he stayed silent.

“I'm alright,” he insisted, giving you a reassuring smile, “just. . . thinking about how far we've come.”

His answer surprised you, though not in a bad way.

“I suppose we have,” you smiled back, “this is a far cry from you scowling at me from across the Great Hall over your breakfast.”

“I did not scowl,” Sirius scoffed playfully, nudging you away with his shoulder.

“Right,” you grinned, “scowling, glaring, glowering, whichever you prefer.”

“I said I was sorry,” he said, putting his hands up in mock surrender, although you both knew you weren't really upset about it. You'd long since forgiven him for his initial misjudgment.

When your light laughter died down, your head found itself lulling to the side again, tiredness taking over your mind as you rested against Sirius once more. When you tilted your head up to look at him he had a surprisingly pensive look on his face. Your eyes traveled across his expression, his gray eyes almost taking on a deep shade of blue in the shadows of his room. You noticed how much younger he looked when he was smiling; it was in moments like these when it really set in how long you had known each other, because you could see the years in his eyes.

Your own flickered down to his lips in spite of yourself and Sirius' heart skipped a beat, fearing you could feel it racing in his rib cage. When had you turned him so soft? He chuckled inwardly. Long before he had fully come to terms with how he felt about you was the answer. Even when he was in Azkaban, with two of his closest friends dead and the world convinced he was at fault, even if he had to live with the fact that he would never see you again, he still thought of you, and that kept him alive, sane— himself. But now you were here in front of him, and he was terrified that at any moment you would vanish into thin air and he would find himself back in that horrible cinder block cell, face to face with a dementor as it took his last memories of you away from him.

Your hand squeezed his, almost as if you had read his thoughts— as if you were assuring him that you were real, and you weren't going anywhere. You noticed him leaning in closer, even if he didn't, possessed by some invisible force. You were nearly about to meet him halfway when you were suddenly startled apart by the sound of quick, heavy-footed steps bounding down the stairs.

You both looked at each other as if you had just awoken from some sort of trance, instinctively putting some distance between yourselves as you shifted away awkwardly.

“I. . . I should probably get to bed,” you said, your face warm.

“Right,” Sirius said, reluctantly getting up from his seat at the edge of his bed, “I've kept you up long enough, I'm sure you're tired. . .”

Before you left his room you turned over your shoulder, a small smile on your face.

“It's really good to see you again, Sirius,” you said earnestly, “we should catch up for real later.”

“Definitely,” he said, a bit of his old self reflected in that smirk of his, albeit forced.

You steeled yourself, turning the doorknob and closing the door behind you gently before you did something to ruin the friendship you had just gotten back after over a decade. You shook the thought aside, your head hurting. You really did need to sleep after today.

You were about to head into your room, but something in you didn't feel quite right. You'd definitely heard someone go down the stairs, but you hadn't heard the front door open or close. Dread pooled in your stomach at your gut feeling, and you found yourself inexplicably making your way back down the stairs.

The house was eerily silent now that its residents had either gone off to bed or disapparated until the next meeting in a few days time. You'd left Sirius upstairs, and you knew Harry was staying here for the time being until school began, but everyone else had gone home. So then why did you still feel someone else's presence so acutely?

You stared at the empty hallway leading to the front door, taking a cautious step forward; the image in front of you didn't feel real. The colors were too saturated, the edges too sharp, and the surfaces too smooth. And that's when it hit you. The smell of rain. Leather-bound books. Lavender.

You froze, staring at the seemingly empty space in front of you.

“Severus?”

The potions master didn't dare make a sound, thinly veiled behind his invisibility charm but clearly not well enough. He was standing not three feet in front of you, taking in the sight of you as if it were the last thing he would ever see.

He panicked slightly as he felt you reach out to him with your mind, shutting himself off expertly. Your hurt expression as you were unable to detect anything pained him, but he wouldn't dare think that he deserved to say anything to you. What was there to say after everything he'd done?

Your gaze roamed the empty hall, and for a moment he could have sworn you stared him right in the eyes.

You knew he was there.

The moment lasted no longer than a second before you looked away, turning to go back up the stairs. As soon as your back was facing the front door you heard it open then close gently, and the tears you had been fighting to hold back finally spilled over.

Read chapter 4 here !

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[lubilli]

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄?

childe x reader.

warnings: traveler reader. reader doesn't have to find a twin lol. reader is not lumine/aether.

1954 words

as you and paimon, a companion you met on your journey, approached the exuvia, you hear a voice from behind.

"you've already fulfilled your task as guides, so why do you still linger here? haven't you already seen enough trouble for today?" the voice interrogates you

"huh? who's there?" paimon questions

the voice sighs in response, "if you were fatui, i imagine that you would receive a generous reward from the tsaritsa herself."

it pauses before continuing again, "but now, you're nothing but dross — and you're in my way."

"looks like i was just in time then." you say

childe scoffs, "hah! although i'm deeply grateful to you that i was able to effortlessly find this secret location...don't you think that trying to stop me now would just be wasted effort? stopping the mora mines, hiding away the exuvia..." he begins to laugh, "the qixing are really pulling out all the stops this time...!"

paimon inquires, "so you've been planning to take the gnosis from the exuvia all along?!"

he scoffs again, "as one of the eleven fatui harbingers, it's my duty to see the will of the tsaritsa fulfilled. she will get that what she desires."

"i'm afraid i can't let you do that." you speak softly, a smile plastered on your face.

he mocks, "hah! i'm not asking for your blessing, and there's nothing you can do to stop me anyway-"

you cut him off, "oh? shall we test that theory?"

"...the time for discussion and diplomacy has already passed. i mean, if it were up to me, i would have skipped that stage to begin with... but i'm willing to do as the tsaritsa deems fit."

"either way — we now come to my favorite part. a simple pleasure, and one that i am oh-so-delighted to be sharing with you-"

you cut him off again, "y'know, when you say it like that, it sounds like you're talking about something else, no?"

you could see him getting annoyed by you cutting him off.

ignoring your previous remark, he continues, frustration in his voice, "...the battle."

paimon furrows her eyebrows, "battle?" she asks before changing her expression to an irritated one, "so you're the type that goes looking for trouble, huh?"

childe laughs, "you could say that."

"when signora offended the deities outside the cathedral in mondstadt, she swiftly left the scene once her mission was accomplished. instead of confronting you directly, she decided to rely on the snow and ice to make her escape. she wouldn't want the knights to come running towards the sound of battle, now, would she? when she faces a worthy opponent, she will prioritize her mission, weigh the outcomes, and consider the consequences of her actions...but for me, the greatest pleasure of being a harbinger lies in crossing blades with strong opponents."

"we won't let what happened in mondstadt ever happen again!" paimon threatened.

"oh? so you intend to fight me? good." childe mocked you and paimon. "i won't kill you, traveler. i'll just play along — to feel the thrill of battle!"

he pauses, "besides, you could never defeat me. not even in your wildest dreams. but hey, try to relish the fight anyway. because if you ask me...without that, what else is ther-"

you cut the man off again, "what if my 'wildest dreams' aren't about defeating you?"

"that's besides the point. what i'm trying to say is that i can defeat you with ease." he brags.

"you seriously believe you can defeat me? just how delusional are you?" you laugh at him.

he laughs, "fighting talk, i love it! now let's see you live up to it." he grins.

you tell paimon to wait outside.

now, the battle had begun.

"this chance is hard to come by, so show me all you've got. so very few get a chance to square off with a fatui harbinger.

"no can do, my friend! if i do, you'll be on your knees begging for mercy."

"oh?" he laughs, "you're pretty confident. i can't wait to see all your confidence go down the drain once i'm done. so come now, amuse me. and don't you dare disappoint."

"you'll have to be more specific, pretty boy. those words can mean lots of things. what do you say i show you all the meanings?"

you could see him get distracted by your words.

distracted enough for you to land a hit.

he's on the floor now. you're standing above him.

"i guess i should take you more seriously..." he stuttered.

"remind me of your words again? weren't you saying you'd defeat me with ease? and now you're on the floor. under me."

your words struck him like lightning, causing him to stutter again. he forced out a chuckle, "still confident, huh? may i remind you...the fight's not over yet.."

"if it isn't over, then come on. stand up. you say it's not over, yet you won't move a muscle. not even try to get back up. if i didn't know any better, i'd say that you have accepted your defeat."

encouraged by you, he got up.

"no wonder signora was so wary of you. you really are something."

he's electro now.

"well, that just means i can go all out! brace yourself, this is about to get tough! now, show me what you can do against the might of a harbinger!"

there's the cockiness again.

you roll your eyes, "you know, you're really irritating with your harbinger pride."

the battle continues.

"hah! you've got some skills."

"what type of skills are we talking about?"

a few minutes later, he says,

"not bad. your swordsmanship is quite impressive."

"i know."

"but, thats about as far as you'll get."

he charged towards you, and you used your elemental attacks. both anemo and geo.

his weapon had struck the floor, causing you to wonder where he went. you looked behind you, to the exuvia and saw the ginger again.

"didn't think you had that card hidden up your sleeve."

"i see, you were just playing me to get to the exuvia. i'll be honest, i do feel a little betrayed."

"oh, quiet down. stop acting like some wide-eyed recruit. you've seen this world, you of all people should know. this should've been expected!" he charged at the exuvia.

"well then, i'll be taking morax's gnosis now!- huh?" he opens his fist to find nothing in it.

he laughs, "i see. well this is most unexpected. you...you beat me to it didn't you?!" he was enraged. his earlier remark about him not wanting to kill you seemed false now.

his voice had nothing but anger within it. it truly sent chills down your spine.

he transformed into the twelve foot monster.

"not bad. but this is going to cost you!"

nothing but pure anger.

his weapon, which was previously lying on the floor was now charging onto the floor, causing big purple lightning bolts of appear. the floor cracked into a million pieces. if even the floor couldn't have been spared, what about you? he probably hated you more than anything now. you suddenly regret everything you've said to him. you're not leaving this place alive.

the final part of the battle had begun.

childe is enraged. absolutely enraged. nothing could possibly stop him from killing you.

"you got to the gnosis ahead of me, didn't you?! did you move faster? or...did you leak the information regarding the golden house to me on purpose? no matter. hand the gnosis over. now. don't make me take it from you."

if you weren't so terrified right now, you would've said something like "and what if i don't?" or "how would you take it from me? share your methods." instead you said

"i..i didn't take it!"

you were trying your best to land hits on the 12 foot giant.

about 20 minutes of helpless fighting, childe returned to his normal state. he was panting.

you'd feel much more comfortable saying one of your usual remarks now.

"mgh, well then... time to cool off. it seems the burden of.. the foul legacy transformation was too great for my body. i lacked the opportunity to think this through.. and now that i consider the matter more carefully, you never had any chance of beating me to the gnosis. you had no connection to the gnosis, no matter where it had been taken."

"that's what i told you! i didn't take it!"

"your ability today far surpasses that of signora's initial assessment of you in mondstadt. tell me, how could that be?"

"a magician never tells their secret." you shrug

"if that is a secret you wish to keep, i guess i'll just have to curb my curiosity."

"mhm."

"this battle has already left me satisfied. anyone who strives as i do to grow stronger shall be called a friend, even if our friendship can only be shown in battle against one another."

"if you want, we could always be more than friends. trust me, it'll leave you more satisfied than any battle ever could." you winked.

"i.. have to go now.. given that the gnosis wasn't taken by anyone, then we must look once again to the beginning. perhaps it was never in the exuvia to begin with. in fact, it might be that the exuvia was just a diversion of sorts."

"wait so mean that the corpse was fake?"

"yes, it appears so. interesting to say the least... it seems that the guardian deity of the capital of commerce is also well-versed in little maneuvers beyond the boundaries of contracts. as such, we must now look to our backup plan."

"backup plan?"

"i had hoped it would never come to this. i absolutely detest working with those who are weaker than i. the truth is, the world belongs to those of us who desire to become strong. i seldom willingly mingle with any dull and boring weaklings who think otherwise. unfortunately, we cannot be picky about our methods as fatui harbingers. children must all learn to eat their vegetables sometime."

"so what're you gonna do?"

"i will awaken the god that lies beneath guyun stone forest."

"a god?!"

"osial, overlord of the vortex, who was defeated by morax, the geo archon in the archon war, and who remained pinned beneath the waves by the geo archon's stone spears ever since. if such an ancient god were to be unleashed upon liyue harbor, defenseless without the protection of its deity... do you think the cunning rex lapis would just stand aloof and watch the ensuing destruction?"

"the archon war ended 2000 years ago how could an ancient god appear in a world overseen by the seven?"

"simple. i've already obtained the means to awaken it." sigils of permission were now orbiting around childe.

"sigils of permission! your little gang has been researching them! you've been trying to duplicate them!"

"indeed. the one that was given to you was just a by-product of our research. with the power of so many sigils of permission concentrated in one place, along with that which was bestowed upon me as a harbinger by our tsaritsa... breaking the subduing might of the geo archon's spears for a time should be no obstacle. using the power of ancient gods in such a situation fails to interest me and is largely against my principles. but knowing that such an action will not only force the geo archon to show its hand, but you as well... that makes matters more intriguing." he explained his whole plan to you.

"i shall leave now. and i have not forgotten your offer...i will consider it."

he left and so did you.

[l-r-christian]

heyyy can u do a klaus mikaelson imagine where the reader comes out with the album ‘sour’ instead of olivia rodrigo and its based off of an ex not klaus and klaus throws a party and she sings the songs ‘deja vu’, ‘jealousy, jealousy’ and ‘brutal’ for a sneak peak of the album and it’s basically pure fluff

Ahhhhhh writing for my wolfie boy again ☺. I apologize if this is a little bad as I was trying to find a good way to write this and look up the artist as I haven't heard these songs before.

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x F!Singer!Reader, Past!Damon Salvatore x F!Reader

Warnings: fluff, Damon being Damon

Music was Y/N's pride and joy, having done cover songs putting them up on a YouTube channel and she was every popular gaining a huge audience. She started to make her first album right around when she found out that Damon had been seeing Elena behind her back which hurt her deeply and since then she hadn't talked to her so call best friend. Y/N's fans had been angry at Damon saying how dare he hurt such a cinnamon bun and saying how Elena was a terrible best friend.

"Love, I have something to ask of you."

"What is it Nik?" Y/N asked looking up from lyrics she was working on for her album. Klaus sat next to her.

"I am throwing a party and was hoping you could sing for my guests?" Klaus asked her as she stopped looking at him. Y/N knew that most likely Damon would be there along with the rest of her friend group.

"I'll love to Nik."

Y/N was a bit nervous and had asked Kol to record her for her channel as the songs she picked was sneak peaks of what she was working on. Y/N was announced to go on stage and heard the clapping seeing every that was going to prom had came to the party.

"How is everyone tonight?" Y/N greeted getting cheers as Damon stared at her and Klaus found Y/N just gorgeous as she wore the dress he got her.

"I here to sing for you all. Three sneak peeks at some songs I wrote." Y/N said getting loud cheers making her smile.

"The first is called 'Déjà Vu' so enjoy." Y/N said beginning to play people began to move to the music.

"Car rides to Malibu, strawberry ice cream. One spoon for two and trading jackets. Laughing 'bout how small it looks on you." Y/N sang as she played her guitar.

"Watching reruns of Glee, being annoying singing in harmony. I bet she's bragging to all her friends, saying you're so unique, him. So when you gonna tell her? That we did that too? She thinks it's special. But it's all reused that was our place, I found it first. I made the jokes you tell her when she's with you. Do you get déjà vu? Ah, hmm." Y/N sang and got cheers while Elena looked to Damon wondering if it was true.

"Alright everyone I'm sure alot of can relate to the next one here's 'Brutal'." Y/N said with a grin feeling more comfortable on stage.

"I want it to be,like, messy. I'm so insecure, I think that I'll die before I drink. And I'm so caught up in the news of who likes me and who hates me." Y/N sang as Klaus frown hating the idea that Y/N felt that way.

"And I'm so tired that I might quit my job, start a new life and they'd all be so disappointed. 'Cause who am I, if not exploited? And I'm so sick of 17. If someone tells me one more time "Enjoy your youth." I'm gonna cry."

"And I wish I'd done this before. And I wish people liked me more. All I did was try my best, this the kind of thanks I get? Unrelentlessly upset. They say these are the golden years but I wish I could disappear. Ego crush is so severe.... God, it's brutal out here." Y/N sang as she looked out at the dancing crowd then saw how Klaus watched her. The crowd cheered as the song ended and Y/N was now in her element as Damon frowned wishing he knew this about his ex.

"Here is for those girls who felt like me. This next one is called 'Jealousy Jealousy.'"

"I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room. 'Cause all I see are girls too good to be true. With paper-white teeth and prefect bodies....Wish I didn't care. I know that beauty is not my lack."

"But it feels like that weight is on my back. And I can't let it go. Co-comparison is killin' me slowly. I think, I think too much 'bout kids who don't know me. I'm so sick of myself. I'd rather be, rather be anyone anyone else. But jealousy, jealousy. Started followin' me. Started followin' me." Y/N finished as everyone cheered loudly and clapping as she waved leaving the stage as the band took over.

"Y/N." Damon said as the singer turned seeing her ex the first time in months as she had buried herself in her music.

"Salvatore." Y/N said not caring about the hurt that flashed in his eyes as in her mind Damon had no right to be hurt.

"We should talk."

"Sorry but I'm busy."

"With what?" Damon questioned stepping forward as in a blur Klaus was next to Y/N with an arm around her waist.

"Joining me for a drink." Klaus said leaving Damon no more to talk as he lead the young woman away.

"You didn't have to do that."

"But I did love." Klaus tells her as she found herself in his studio and she stepped away looking at his paintings. Y/N stopped at one of her making her blink as he step next to her.

"You shouldn't feel l like you aren't good enough Y/N. "

"And why would you say that?" Y/N asked smiling looking at him as Klaus looked at her cupping her cheek. Y/N had a suspicion that Klaus had a thing for her since he would bend over backwards for her.

"Because I'm in love with you. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met." Klaus tells her making Y/N's heart skip a beat as he leaned closer.

"I am in love with you too. As I can't believe I fell for my best friend." Y/N said softly cupping his face as Klaus crashed his lips against hers. Y/N kissed back pressing closer to Klaus making him growl while in a blur she found her self in Klaus's bed. Y/N giggled leaning back against Klaus's bare chest as she showed him how to play the guitar. Y/N was glad she said yes to singing for Klaus's party as she would have never gotten her happily ever after with someone who really loved her.

[yandere-daze]

Hi! Can I request hc’s of rinne with a s/o who’s on her period?😭😭 sorry if it’s gross fbheheehfjfh im on my period atm and I really badly need this

Ahhh of course, no worries!! I know from experience how painful they can be so I hope this alleviates the pain at least a little!!!

Periods can be very different from person to person so I based it off of my own personal experiences with it

Also first time writing something for Rinne so I'm sorry if it's a bit ooc!

tw blood, period blood (mentioned)

Rinne with an s/o that's on their period

To be honest, I think Rinne would be able to figure out what's going on pretty quickly

He looooves to tease you or be annoying on purpose to see your cheeks flush in frustration but this time, you had a very different reaction from usual to his remarks. Normally you would just roll your eyes or if you were in an especially good mood maybe indulge him a little.

But now?

"Oh cut it out Rinne, leave me alone!", you yelled at him before rolling around on your bed, your back now facing him

Obviously he immediately noticed you were in bad spirits and as he stepped closer, he saw how you were curling up into a fetal position, your face contorted into a pained grimace as you were clutching your stomach

And though he puts on an idiotic and carefree front, Rinne is a smart guy and immediately connects the dots : you're on your period

"Kyahahaha, I see, I see! Lady Luck is not on your side today, huh? My poor little y/n, havin' a hard time over there? "

For a moment he considers teasing you some more but decides against in when he sees just how pained you looked, as he grew unusually serious for once

" But I wouldn't be a very good boyfriend if I just let my soulmate suffer like this, am I right? Hahh I guess I gotta go do something if I still want you to be alive for our wedding sometime in the future. Can't have you bleeding out on me kyahaha!"

Even though your whole body was aching, you couldn't help but chuckle at your boyfriend's usual antics, slightly touched by the fact that he seemed to care enough about your comfort to try and find a way to help you

Would be the kind of guy to ironically ask what size of p*ssy you have with a shit-eating grin on his face

He might fake-complain a bit about having to spend some of his precious gambling-time on buying things for you but would actually run to the other side of the world for you if he really needed to

He's pretty whipped, what can I say

He doesn't really have a lot of experience with periods and he doesn't quite know how to deal with it either, seeing as he grew up in a pretty sheltered village and only started to get to know more things after he ran away moved to the city

So he would ask you what you need before rushing off to get you what you needed as fast as possible. Rinne can be really exhausting at times if you were being honest but he was there for you when it mattered and it was obvious by small gestures such as this that he really loved you

Comes back quite a bit later than what you would have thought was necessary to get everything you asked him for

"I'm back! Missed me already? I bet ya did, you just can't resist your loving future-husband, huh? Hahaha!! Now don't throw me such a nasty glare y/n, it deeply wounds me!!"

He excitedly runs to you and drops off everything he had bought for you, pads, tampons( or whatever else you use) and eventual pain killers you might have needed. Looking at the products you notice they were all of rather high quality, which Rinne gladly explained as he bragged about how he had gotten a great bargain from the vendor

You thanked him and groggily went to the bathroom to freshen up some

As you came back, you were surprised to come back to the smell of warm soup drafting through the apartment

"Rinne.. Did you make this for me?" You couldn't quite believe it if you were being honest

"Of course I did, aren't you just so happy to have me?" He yapped as he kept stirring the pot. You raised your eyebrows at him and tilted your head, silently prompting Rinne to explain how he had magically prepared a self-made chicken soup within less than five minutes

"Well I didn't exactly make the soup. After I was done buying those things for you I went over and banged on Niki's apartment door until he would let me in. I properly begged him to cook some soup for you, told him you were deathly sick with fever! Didn't think he would panic so much that he would need to redo the soup twice because he was spilling over everything in his haste. So not my fault that I came back so late kyahaha! "

You stared at him dumbfounded and made a mental note to text Niki later to inform him that you were, in fact, not dying

The rest of the day was spent with both of you eating Niki's soup and then lazing around the bed together and playing cards with each other (with you strictly refusing to gamble real money on this card game, not that Rinne had been all that serious)

It would have been a really unfair match too, after all, how was Rinne supposed to lose with his personal good luck charm right beside him?