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Okay so we all know by now why Inuyasha fell for Kagome — it’s fairly obvious, because she’s amazing, who wouldn’t? But why do you think Kagome fell in love with Inuyasha? At the beginning of their journey she couldn’t stand his rash and abrasive attitude and was always saying how a guy the complete opposite of him would be her type, so what made her grow from just viewing him as a friend who she would need to teach to bring out of his shell, into a viable romantic interest?
I’m sure we can all pinpoint the time when Kagome really started developing feelings was her seeing Inuyasha’s human night for the first time and when he was laying in her lap and saying how good she smelled, being honest with his true feelings for once. What was it about that moment that caused Kagome to start to see Inu in a new light? Was she attracted to his vulnerability? When she saw that combined with his always protecting her was that enough to stir her heart? What’s your take on what it was about Inuyasha that made made Kagome fall in love?
So I think it’s obvious by now why Inuyasha fell for Kagome, but what exactly was it about Inuyasha that made Kagome fall for him? How did she go from dislike to tolerance to seeing him as a friend she could teach and learn to open up to the world into a viable romantic interest? She says it herself early on, Inuyasha was the exact opposite of her type, so what exactly was it about him that attracted her to him that he couldn’t already give her at the friend level?
I'm guessing you asked @born-for-eachother this very same question a while ago? And her answer was as insightful as ever, so I'm not sure what else can I say to expand on her already brilliant take, but I'll give it my best try.
This is Kagome's reply when her friends asked what her type is. Mind you, she's only fifteen. Kagome might think that she knows what she wants, but she most definitely doesn't know yet what she needs. And that's an important distinction.
Also, please notice that Kagome's lying to herself, because there's only one person in the series that fit her criteria perfectly: Hojo. Even still, she had no romantic interest in him whatsoever despite the statement above.
And the scene's whole point wasn't to stabilish the kind of guy Kagome would fall for, but to show us that, when asked about what her type was, Inuyasha crosses her mind, even if it was in a "negative" light.
If it was the case, it would have made way more sense for her to simply describe a type and define Hojo as the yardstick against which all potential boyfriends would be measured, but instead she made the entire thing about Inuyasha, subconsciously drawing a correlation between him and romantic interest.
And of course, Inuyasha actually does have at least half of the qualities Kagome was listing. She just didn't have the opportunity to realize that at the time, since their first impression of each other was disastrous and Inuyasha was keeping his guard up. She didn't know the real him yet.
That's why she couldn’t stand his rash and abrasive attitude at the beginning of their journey. Kagome thought he was being a jerk for the sake of being a jerk and, for his part, Inuyasha was constantly proving her misconceptions right.
It takes a little time for her to figure him out, which is to be expected because, at first, he made his life's mission to push Kagome away and she have never met someone like him before, but eventually, she manages to see right through him.
His selfishness was a facade. He had to think of himself first because he learned that if he didn't, no one else would. However, he did care for others, no matter how good he was at pretending otherwise. And he might complain about it the whole time, but he always does the right thing in the end.
Especially when it comes to Kagome. There were many occasions in which he resigned himself with letting her go, be it because he feared for her own safety, be it because he knew it wasn't fair of him to ask her to stay even though the thing he wanted the most was to have her by his side. When push comes to shove, he prioritizes Kagome's well being over his own feelings every time. This is the opposite of selfish.
Inuyasha isn't malicious, he's just a impulsive boy who had little to none social interactions growing up. He doesn't really mean a lot of what comes out of his mouth, or at least he doesn't always mean it in a rude way. When he does mean it, it's often a defense mechanism to keep people away, a form of hurt them before they could hurt him. It's only natural for Inuyasha to act the way he does at first. And it was even more natural for Kagome to pick up on that eventually:
He is kind. You can tell by how he puts his life on the line even for those who judge him a monster. He has been wronged in so many ways, by so many people and he still forgave and forgot most of it, showing them the compassion he was denied of. You can also see it in the detais: the way he treats children — slapstick comedy aside —women or any person who can't stand up for themselves, how he provides for and takes care of his friends, the relationship he had with his mother, the gentle way in which he touches Kagome, gives her his robe when she's cold and nurses her back to health when she's sick. I could go on and on.
Granted, he is violent. But for the longest time, violence was all he knew. And it was this very violence that more often than not kept Kagome and their friends alive. He is short tempered. But then again so is she. And he might be the farthest thing from obedient, but I highly doubt Kagome would have fallen so hard and so deep for him if he wasn't.
Futhermore, I think you nailed it on the head when you said Kagome started developing real feelings for Inuyasha after their first New Moon together.
This is when she finally starts to truly understand him. For once, there was no walls up, no bullshit, no covering their connection with hostility. Only vulnerability, brutal honesty and the shy beginning of one of the most important themes in their relationship: trust. Here, Kagome realizes that there is more to him than meets the eyes, that there's an opening for her to come in. Which she does. And the more she gets to know him, the more she notices that he can be selfless, good and kind.
I'd also like to point out that Kagome had already showed signs of physical attraction to Inuyasha way before that.
Obviously, you can admire your friend's appearance in a non romantic way, but her reaction to his looks at the time and the reminiscing of how heroic he looked back then cannot be interpreted as platonic.
But more than that, the thing that really attracted her to Inuyasha, what he couldn’t already give her in a friendship level, was plain and simple the way he made her feel.
Although it was mostly Inuyasha starting the romantic moves, Kagome has always responded to them. His actions awakened in her sentiments she had never had to deal with before. It's new. It's exciting. It's terrifying. It makes her feel alive. And no one else has ever done it for her. Not even close.
Inuyasha turned her world upside down. Being the beautiful, smart and popular girl that she was, love was something that has always came easily to Kagome. She was pretty used to people liking her gratuitously. Her relationship with family and friends was simple enough, but with Inuyasha, she had to work for it, to build it with him from scratch. It was trial and error. It required patience, acceptance, trust, effort and sacrifice from both parts.
Most importantly: Inuyasha challenged her, turned her life into an adventure. He toughed her up, encouraged her to improve and become the very best version of herself, added a gray area to the black and white perspective she had on things, brought her out of her comfort zone. And she enjoyed rising up to the occasion. I think that anything different would bore her very quickly.
Then there's the easiness in which they fit into each other's world: her little brother worships the ground Inuyasha walks on, her grandpa appreciates Inuyasha's help at the shrine, her mother is treated by Inuyasha with nothing but ultimate kindness and respext. Even her friends approve of him. This brings forth the unshakeable feeling that they have always been together, that their meeting was no coincidence.
Plus, Inuyasha actually cares about her. Not her beauty, not her popularity, not her powers: her. Kagome turned the head of many guys during the series, but none of them know her down to the core like Inuyasha does. Her fears and insecurities, her friends and family, her quirks and believes, likes and dislikes, qualities and flaws: Inuyasha knows them all. He sees her beyond of what she looks like. He loves her for who she is rather than an idealized version of herself that does not exist.
It doesn't matter to him if she's wearing her best clothes or covered in demon goo. He had seen her crying, sweating, bloodied, dirty, sick, in extreme need of a bath and his opinion of her never lowered. If anything, I'd say Inuyasha wanted to be with her even more. Kagome didn't have to try too hard, didn't have to be anyone else for him to like her. All he ever expected of her was her company. And that's gotta be refreshing.
At last, I personally believe that wanting what you "can't" have also plays an important factor here. Inuyasha came straight out of a fairy tale, only to get her happily ever after, Kagome had to overcome lunatic villains, Inuyasha's traumas, her own insecurities, the fact that they belonged to different eras, miscommunications, heartbreaks, the stigma that a relationship between a priestess and a half demon carries, three years of separation and lastly time-space itself. Every obstacle only seemed to make her want him more.
Kagome's life could have been a lot easier if she had decided to let it go. She could have pursued an uncomplicated relationship with one of the male characters practically throwing themselfes at her feet — one of which, in theory, checks all of her boxes —, but she didn't. Which makes sense because, to quote Taylor Swift: nothing safe it's worth the drive.
And it all comes full circle, because her desires and necessities have finally aligned. Inuyasha might not have been what she wanted for herself at first, but he has always been exactly what she needed. And after she realized that, I can't imagine Kagome ever wanting anything — or anyone — else.
#Okay so I got the first ask a while ago#Then I got the second ask a few weeks later#I'm assuming it was sent by the same person because otherwise it's just too crazy of a coincidence#Judging by the way both asks were written#I'll bet anon just thought Tumblr didn't send me the question or got a little impatient with my delay#If it isn't the same person... Well at least the subject is the same so there's no harm in answering them in one go#Whatever the case here's your answer I hope I had made worth your while and thank you for asking#Inuyasha#Kagome#Inukag#Sidmailing#Kagome Higurashi#Inuyasha meta#Inukag meta#Kagome meta#Kagome Higurashi meta
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lando fic🙏🙏 size kink and pushing down on her lower stomach while he's inside!!?
Obsessed with this one. This might be my fave thing I've ever written so thank you to whoever requested this.
house of balloons.
Lando Norris x Reader
Warnings: 18+!! smut, hate sex, slight degradation and dom!Lando, cursing, size kink, unprotected sex.
“Get a grip,” you snapped as you strutted away from the bar. Now you had to wait to get another vodka lemonade. There was a viciousness to everything about you in that moment, from your facial expression to the way you sat and rejoined your friend group.
“What was that?” your best friend knew everything about your life, and you knew she was asking just to get a rise out of you.
“What do you fucking think? I thought him and his friends had stopped going here.”
“Well breaking news: that is not the case,” one of your other friends chuckled.
“Ugh, I just cannot deal with this tonight,” you sat back in the the booth and groaned, pulling out your phone in hopes of avoiding more conversation about the topic.
“I should start making you that angry more often.” read the text that suddenly lit up your screen.
You hated Lando, and he hated you right back. Ever since freshman year you could not stand his “holier than thou” level arrogance and the way he always had to find a way to push your buttons in whatever setting you two were in. From class, to the bar all the way to the time you two ended up in the therapy waiting room together.
“Okay Lando pls stfu. Dealing with you tonight was enough.” You had gotten into a heated argument with him in the bar, which you suddenly could not remember the subject of, pondering his last text in your head.
“I think I know how to fix our little problem”
What could he possibly mean by that. No way was he about to suggest sex.
“And what might that be?” you chuckled to yourself, noticing that your friends were peering over at your phone screen. Little snoops.
“Let’s leave.” Yep, there it was. He thinks fucking will somehow be the answer to your now four-year battle with each other. You had made each other’s lives a living hell. One time you fought so bad you both started crying, in public. Not the finest moment for either of you.
But you thought more and more about his proposition. Sometimes he stared at you a little too long when you wore one of your skimpy going out tops, especially that lace corset, which of course you happened to be wearing tonight. He stood a little close to you to whisper insults in your ear, and occasionally slid a hand to the small of your back when you were standing next to each other. Maybe this was the answer. Besides, hate sex actually sounded kind of fun.
“If you really want to do this then come over to the booth and I’ll get up and leave with you.” If this was really his master plan, you were going to make sure everyone knew about it. You weren’t gonna let him get away with lying about this little inchident later.
It took him less than 2 minutes to appear at your table, hand extended towards you, a mischievous look painted all over his face.
“See ya around!” he waved to your friends as he dragged you out the bar.
“I better be getting a text about this later” you looked back at your friends' aghast expressions. They were looking at you as if you had just been shot through the head.
It didn’t take long to get to Lando’s shitty college house. You argued the whole way there. You almost shoved him in front of a moving car on accident. Maybe that would make the sex better.
He led you up to his bedroom, a surprisingly gentleman-ly gesture. The only light came from the dim glow of his computer monitor, casting a red ambiance over the entire room. How perfect, you thought.
“Let’s just get all that anger out, huh?”
“Worth a shot.” you smirked before inching closer and closer to him. The space between you two held so much tension, a pit of horniness, rage and frustration. He grabbed your face with both hands, his lips crashing into yours. You had never kissed someone with this much passion before. Neither of you knew how to keep your hands to yourself, but why bother. His hands explored every single inch of you, places that very few people had ever touched. He had already unhooked your bra effortlessly, your soft tits pressing against his chiseled chest. Fuck, he actually was kind of sexy all this time. He started gently biting your lower lip, causing you to moan into him. You could not be the only one moaning in this situation, so naturally you started palming his growing erection over his boxers.
“Shit,” he whispered softly before groaning, his lips never leaving your face. There was a neediness, a hunger to the way you were touching each other. An intensity, a fury, and unfortunately one of the most erotic things you had ever experienced.
He picked you up and threw you back onto the bed, the harshness of it turning you on even more.
You covered your pussy with your hands- giggling. You couldn’t help it, teasing him felt like the right thing to do in this scenario.
“Oh that’s not gonna work. I’m gonna fuck that little attitude right out of you.”
“I’d like to see you fucking try, pal.” your sly expression just making him angrier and angier.
He pinned your hands above your head as you laughed, loving that he was really taking it as a challenge. He slid his boxers off with his free hand.
Holy fuck. You had NEVER seen a dick that big. He was absolutely massive. Your confidence faltered for just a second, thinking that even though he was so much larger than you in stature, his dick could not have been that exceptional. But boy were you fucking wrong.
He gave you half at first, watching the way your face contorted as you adjusted to the feeling of him filling you up. He didn’t let you get comfortable for long, sliding the rest in as you shouted his name, probably waking the entire neighborhood up. Whoops.
“This might be the only time I ever get you to submit to me like this. Fuck you look hot when you’re being a good girl.”
You were going to fight back more- but those words made you want to listen to anything he told you to do for the rest of eternity. After two sickeningly slow thrusts, he started pounding into you. That attitude you had earlier had completely left the room, probably the stratosphere too. His dick felt like nothing you had ever taken before, nearly hitting your cervix with every pump in and out. It unfortunately was not going to take long for you to orgasm, as much as you wanted to hold out so you could keep experiencing this feeling. The feeling you never thought the guy you hated could give you. Pure and utter ecstasy. The alcohol flowing through your veins had you putting on quite the performance, moaning just as loud as Lando, tossing your head back and creating large claw marks along his back.
He thrusted deep into you- holding himself there. He made eye contact with you, his eyes low and filled with a fiery lust you had never seen before. He pressed against your lower stomach and holy fuck- you could not believe this was real.
“You feel that? That’s my fucking cock all the way inside you. You’re being such a good little slut taking me like this.”
You never wanted that feeling in your stomach to go away.
He pressed down again, shooting waves of pleasure through you that made your vision start to blur. Were you going to orgasm when he wasn’t even fucking you?
“That’s enough of that, can’t make you feel too good.” he winked as he started fucking you again, bringing you right to the brink of an orgasm.
“Fuck Lando, you’re gonna make me cum.”
He grabbed your throat.
“I’m gonna cum too. Look at me baby, I want us to remember exactly what we’re doing to each other.”
You never broke eye contact as you both lost control, his forehead pressed against yours as loud moans filled the room.
“That might be the only good idea you’ve ever had.” you laughed as he cleaned you both off.
“Of course that’s what you say right after I fucked the shit out of you.”
#f1 smut#lando norris smut#lando norris one shot#lando norris#lando norris x reader#lando norris x you#lando norris x y/n#f1 imagine#f1 one shot#lando norris angst#lando norris imagine
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What about playing with oikawa, atsumu, osamu, kuroo and akaashis hair? Like...just pulling them on top and stroking their hair would be the most comforting shit ever😴
໒⦂ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖/ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑.
notes. hello anon! thank you so much for requesting, this is a really cute prompt oml<3 i hope i was able to do it justice :’) i wasn’t sure if you wanted drabbles or headcanons so i did a mix, enjoy!
genre. fluff + comfort
ft. tooru oikawa, atsumu miya, osamu miya, tetsuro kuroo, keiji akaashi
tw. implied to be post timeskip, so there might be spoilers if you haven’t read the manga!
gender neutral! reader.
➫ 𝓞𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝓣𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗
⌗ oh. he loves it so much.
⌗ always happy and willing to have you play with his hair! might tease you at first about it though.. i mean — come on. it’s tooru.
⌗ “see y/n-chan, all those long showers and amounts of conditioner are worth it in the end! fluffy hair doesn’t happen just like that!”
⌗ doesn’t really have a particular position he prefers. but, if there’s an opportunity for him to be able to watch volleyball matches while you play with his hair — then bingo
⌗ makes him sleepy though tbh so you do it when he doesn’t get his ass to bed
“tooru-san..” you murmured quietly, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you made your way to the brunet, sliding onto his lap. “the bed feels cold without you.. are you almost done..?”
a chuckle left the setter’s lips as he turned the volume down a bit on the tv before placing your head on his shoulder. “that so? did you really miss your tooru-san that much?” he asked you softly, laughing at the whine that left your lips. it was enough to answer his question. “okay, okay.. i’ll tell you what — we cuddle here for a bit while i finish this set, since this match has two more sets..” he muttered before clearing his throat. “and then we’ll go in our room together, okay?”
you weighed his words, contemplating his suggestion before nuzzling into his neck, loosing a quiet breath. “you promise?”
“i promise.” the brunet confirmed, smiling softly as you got more comfortable on his lap, slipping one hand idly into his hair- an old trick you would use to either calm him down.. or in this case, serenade him.
tooru hummed at the action, aware of your true motives, but he couldn’t complain. he had his most favorite and beloved person in the universe clinging and cuddling him while running their fingers through his hair. and although it made him sleepy, he was on cloud nine.
“goodnight, y/n-chan.” he chuckled once he felt your fingers slow to a stop, rising from his spot on the couch to carry you back to your shared bedroom.
➫ 𝓜𝗜𝗬𝗔 𝓐𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗨 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗
⌗ he loves it a lot too!
⌗ atsumu is definitely the one to initiate the most in your relationship, so whenever you approach him first — oh, his heart soars.
⌗ but he teases you for it. why wouldn’t he? his dearest lover wants to be close and card their fingers through his hair!
⌗ “do my ears deceive me, y/n-chan? ya wanna play with my hair?? hold on lemme get my recorder so i can keep this on file-OW! DON’T PULL!”
⌗ playing with his hair honestly calms him down really easily, especially when he’s on edge from a game, argument with osamu, or whatever else might be bothering him in the moment. it just resets him a little :’)
“you okay, ‘tsumu?” you asked upon stepping into your shared flat, doggy bag in hand. “samu asked me to bring you this when i went to onigiri miya today after my shift.” you added softly, joining him on the sofa. “everything okay?”
the blond looked over at you for a moment before letting a huff out, shaking his head. “don’t wanna say. yer gonna think it’s dumb.” he grumbled back, sinking more into the couch while you blinked.
it couldn’t be that bad, right?
a sincere smile crossed your lips as you petted his head gently. “come on, ‘tsumu. you can tell me anything! i promise i won’t laugh or think it’s dumb.” you assured him, placing the food down before patting your thigh.
for a moment he looked you up and down, then at the food. perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to tell you.
he let out a breath before lowering his head onto your lap, feeling your fingers weave through his hair in such a soothing manner. he could never tire of it, and somehow, it made him less reluctant. “i was playin’ switch with shoyo-kun and bokuto-kun, when this tiny ass spider suddenly crawled onto the table and freaked the shit outta omi-kun.” an exasperated sigh. “so he took his cleaning solution and started sprayin’ all frantically.. which got onto the joycons.” he confessed, pointing to the envelope on the coffee table. “so i have to send them for repairs, meaning NO SWITCH THIS WEEKEND.”
silence.
“y/n-chan..?” he called out, looking up to see you shielding your mouth — from laughing. “YER LAUGHING?? TRAITOR!!”
“I’M SORRY I’M SORRY PFFT-”
➫ 𝓜𝗜𝗬𝗔 𝓞𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗
⌗ he likes it a lot! he’s on the neutral side with physical affection compared to atsumu, but doesn’t reject it lol
⌗ whenever you ask he’s always happy to oblige, loves feeling your hands in his hair, anyway. it relaxes him and just feels super good in general.
⌗ honestly takes him back to lunch time in high school under the trees, just laying on your lap while you ran your fingers through his hair.
⌗ doesn’t really say much when you play with his hair, he’s just got his eyes closed while you do it or is watching the cooking channel with you.
⌗ “should i make this for dinner tonight, or too much?” the answer is and always will be yes, because this man’s food is just<3
“hard day at work?” osamu asked from the kitchen, feeling your arms around his waist as you nodded against his back.
“something like that.” came your low sigh, followed by an annoyed grumble. “my boss gave me this really tough manuscript to edit.” ah, of course.
“did they now?” he asked, to show he was listening, and you hummed in agreement.
“sure did. i don’t get it, samu. they’d publish this piece of shit work, but not my story?? it’s preposterous.” you grumbled, pouting when your lover let out a laugh. what was so funny anyway? “hey!! don’t laugh! i’m genuinely irked by this!”
“sorry, love.” he chuckled a little, sliding the vegetables into the curry he was preparing before turning to kiss your head. “didn’t mean to laugh, just thought ya sounded a little cute there.” he responded, and it was true. you did sound adorable to him. “but you’ll find the right publisher someday, the world’s just not ready for yer book to destroy the market.”
you were reluctant at first with his words, but gave in, anyway. it was osamu miya, your everything. how could you possibly resist? “i suppose, i can wait a bit longer..” you agreed, albeit begrudgingly. “but that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook!”
the gray eyes male rose a brow before turning the knob on low. “that so? well, what would i have to do to be off the hook?” he asked, placing one hand at your waist while the other cupped your cheek.
a grin spread across your lips before you slipped your fingers into his hair. “i think you know the answer to that.” and that he did.
➫ 𝓚𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗢 𝓣𝗘𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗢 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗
⌗ this man is so for it, he’ll literally be smirking like a cat who wants petting.. might even purr ( or moan ) as a joke..
⌗ you could honestly ask him whenever or he might just even approach you half the time tbh cuz he’s not even worried about getting his hair messed up ( i mean.. that bedhead is unmoving )
⌗ doesn’t really mind the time or place, but prefers being in bed since he can lay his head on your chest while you play with his hair; it’s just easier and more comfortable lol
⌗ “cut me some slack y/n-chan, i worked super duper hard today.. the all star team sure is high maintenance!” — says this when he was literally doing nothing but laughing his ass off from the sidelines while hajime was scolding all of them ( tooru and atsumu.. ) over an altercation.
⌗ once your fingers slide into his hair, tetsuro is not moving. got a shift today at work? you’re calling sick. got plans with your friends? consider them cancelled.
“oh?” tetsuro rose a brow, noting the ds in your hands, which had his suspicions rising. “dare i ask where you got that from?” he inquired, taking up the vacant spot on the bed as he leaned over your shoulder.
your eyes barely lifted from the screen as you hummed, directing your character to a save point before looking over at your lover with a smile. “i think you might know the answer to that already.” you laughed, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “kenma let me borrow it for the week.” just as he suspected.
a hum left the cat eyed male’s lips as he got comfortable in his spot, scooting closer to you. “i figured as much.” he mused, draping an arm around your waist. “think you got room for one more on your chest? or is that reserved for video games only?”
you rose a brow at his response before letting out a laugh. “is that pettiness i detect, tetsu?” you asked, snickering further before letting out a breath. “i suppose i can make room for tonight..” you drawled out, turning off the device before placing it on your nightstand to charge.
a feline smirk etched onto kuroo’s lips as he wrapped his legs around your waist, moving his head to your chest as he closed his eyes. “perfect, that saves me the bribery.” he snickered out, feeling your fingers card gently through his hair as you scoffed, but smiled anyway.
➫ 𝓐𝗞𝗔𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜 𝓚𝗘𝗜𝗝𝗜 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗
⌗ i don’t think he would mind it honestly, but at first he might be a little confused as to why you would want to play with his hair — or more like he wonders what enjoyment you might get out of it — and now i’m overthinking😐
⌗ anyway, if you do ask him, he will allow you to play with it! he’d never say no to you, as he wouldn’t want to deny your happiness.. and might be a little curious himself
⌗ “are you sure this is gonna help, y/n-san? it seems a little too simplistic to rid me of my — oh.” it was needless to say he took his words back immediately.
⌗ once he realizes that he enjoys it, it’ll become your go to if he’s ever super stressed or having one of his mini anxiety attacks ( those two manga panels resonated sm with me )
⌗ likes to have his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair ( might read too as you do it ), it’s very relaxing<3
“keiji?” you called his name softly, lifting your head off your pillow to find a male silhouette kicking off their shoes at the doorway. “it’s late.” you told him when he stepped into the dim light of the tv, frowning a little. “i was beginning to worry..”
“i know- sorry for missing dinner with you.. tenma-san wanted me to stay longer to try and figure out the direction of the new chapter he’s writing.” akaashi sighed out, sleep evident on his visage. he’d been working hard on finishing the chapter for three days now to meet the deadline, but it was taking a toll he hadn’t quite acknowledged yet.
but you did.
“keiji..” you murmured quietly before patting your lap. “come, lay down for a bit.. you’ve been working really hard, so you deserve to give yourself some time to relax.” you told him, smiling a little. “at least the chapter is finished so you can rest for a little without worrying of what needs to be done next.”
it was true, the turquoise eyed male knew it to be true, but he just couldn’t relax.. he kept thinking back to it, if what he done was good enough to be published for the public to see. the last thing he wanted to was let tenma down after all and —
“keiji.” you called again and he snapped from his thoughts, nodding slowly.
“sorry, sorry..” he muttered back, laying down on the vacant space while he rested his head on your lap. “how is this meant to help, though?”
a sigh left your lips, thinking the boy to be clueless. a few days at the office and he was up in the clouds. “just give it a second.” you told him, removing his glasses before carding your fingers through his hair, massaging him gently.
within a few minutes, he was out like a light.
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🪩Your World-Changing Talents — Timeless Pick A Card
First, you change something about yourself, because you see the value in doing so, then you change your worldview. Second, you devote yourself to your Personal Happiness, because you see that happy people create better, kinder worlds, then you pursue your Art. Third, you jump timelines and shift your Personal Reality, and as you create your Destiny, so you sprinkle the world with excitement that is like that of your own~!💅🏻👗👒✨🦋
SONG for all piles: Tsukema Tsukeru by Kyary Pamyu Pamyu
MOVIE for all piles: Kamikaze Girls (2004)
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Reading guide: For those unfamiliar with tarot meanings, your ‘8 of Pentacles’ devotion—the second segment of this PAC—revolves around your almost sacrificial determination to pursue your Art. Whatever you choose to do with your Life, to become something great in this world… anything worth achieving in this world… always requires a certain degree of sacrifice. Dunno who the fuck came up with that Law, but that’s how it is in most cases.
Whether or not your sacrifices will be worth your while, is a pondering you can only answer after you’ve walked the plank and made manifest all you thought would be important to you. But remember this tiny fact: your Life Force has a time limit. So I always say, ‘If you’re gonna spill blood sweat and tears for anything at all, make sure it’s something that’s important to your Soul’.
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Pile 1 – Flame of Vengeance Incarnate
VIBE: Yoyuu by AKKOGORILLA
your untapped superpowers – 5 of Cups
I think you’re someone who carries a pool of regrets in your heart. You don’t always swim in it, but it’s like a weird aquarium of all your disappointments in a world you’ve come to know, and dislike, which you carry inside of you. When you were a kid, you already had set expectations about what you want to be or do with your Life. I guess you weren’t allowed to be yourself; weren’t supported in pursuing your heart’s true desires. You thought to yourself, ‘It’s not like what I like is a bad thing!’
People’s failure to understand where you’re coming from broke your heart—perhaps also self-esteem. You could’ve been made fun of for your unique perspectives. Because you were different, people acted as if you were out of touch with reality—like you were insane for even having thoughts and desires that didn’t match the norms. Your behaviours, mannerisms and fashion could’ve also been a source of your getting ‘bullied’ or belittled, in a manner of speaking.
Do you actually understand why you’re viewed so differently like this? The truth is, you’re an alien. You’re an astronaut with a mission. Two scenarios: 1. You came here to play whilst learning to understand the unique limitations that afflict the world of the Humans, 2. You came here specifically to break down conventions and boundaries because the limitations of the Human world are causing its inhabitants to stray even further from the truth of the Divine GOD of All That Is.
your ‘8 of Pentacles’ devotion – 7 of Cups
In a manner of speaking, you came into this world with a specific desire to not fit in, because your Soul’s purpose is to add more layers, shades, depths of colours into the Human experience. I hope that makes sense, seriously. You’re not necessarily a fighter of sort (you could decide to be though), but you’re just wanting to show people: ‘Yo, there are many ways to enjoy a Human’s Life. You don’t have to be restricted like that. Damn!’
Of all the piles, your rebellious spirit is the loudest. You could identify as an Indigo, Crystal or Rainbow Child. You could also have been born in the 50s, 60s, or you’re just generally into the punk aesthetic of that era. It was an era of vulgar charisma. Something about the spirit of rebellion of many artists during that era speaks to your Soul and could’ve inspired a pressing desire for Freedom. You like your Freedom and you’d do anything in your power to protect that Liberty—your sheer dignity for being alive.
You shouldn’t (you know you wouldn’t) stop dreaming your ideal Reality, no matter the oppositions. The drabness of the world actually pisses you off, and you want to fight that grotesque by being exactly your weird and wonderful self. You are fuelled by some kind of rage about the ropes put around people’s necks when it comes to choosing their own dreams or other people’s. You seek to destroy those ropes and avenge those whose flames of passion have been dimmed by their societies. You know you’d never allow yourself to be ordinary because your very existence IS your vengeance.
support for you to thrive – 4 of Cups Rx
I know you’re afraid of cages and lethargy. You’re most afraid of living the same days over and over again and repeating the same routines that have nothing to do with your Soul’s truths. You’re afraid of living the rest of your Life being normal, vanilla, unaccomplished, and above all, insignificant and unmemorable. This particular fear runs in the background of your mind and could cause you to want to be changeable at all times. But living on Planet Earth, a little bit of structure is necessary if you want to maintain any semblance of sanity.
Rather than being always ready to try all kinds of venue—to challenge or prove yourself in all ways to all people—try to really know the few things that actually matter to you. If you could devote yourself to only a handful of things that you know you will never regret dedicating your lifetime and energy into, you could become a real master of something meaningful. And if you do care about what some close people think about you, perhaps this is the best approach?
I think you could really change your world the moment you decide to focus. But first you have to find the precious light bulbs that shine a Light on the things that are treasures to your Heart. You probably won’t have enough numbers in your years to try and explore all possibilities, right? So, focus. Focus on one or two things that really matter. Below essay may be of some use😉
☆°・. Devotion to A Vocation .・°☆ | Punk Girl Culture + Pick A Card
PARADIGM SHIFT🔻💗
raison d’être by your Oversoul – Red Astrologer (William Lilly)
manifesting with the Magic of your being – Priestess of Innocence
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Pile 2 – All-Encompassing Spiritual Courage & Creativity
VIBE: NEXT LEVEL by aespa
your untapped superpowers – XIX The Sun
Since you were a child, you have always been different in that you saw the world with a brilliance in your Third Eye that allows you to see the deeper truths—as well as deceits—of the world. Always wiser beyond your years, you were practically a child sage. You saw through the black and white lies of the adults around you. And you felt a cold disregard for the mundanity of the hobbies and activities children your age were into.
You saw quite clearly some really strange things about the Human world that were normalised. And you couldn’t wrap your head around all this normalcy that wasn’t normal to you. In your heart, you promised yourself you wouldn’t be absorbed into all that insanity. So you created a world of your own that had nothing to do with the one you were part of. The world of your creation had only the colours you liked. It was separate from your immediate reality, but this inner world contained everything that would one day become your real Reality.
Of all the piles, I think you’re the most likely to become a celeb of some kind. Probably even a superstar in the entertainment industry. But whatever your line of vocation may be, you are definitely someone who will be recognised vastly by the public. Mostly for what you do to shine a new light unto this drab world of deceit. You could become some sort of a whistle blower—sharing with the world hidden truths that would liberate the minds of many people.
your ‘8 of Pentacles’ devotion – Page of Wands Rx
I think you’re someone who’s always been clear about certain evil and malice in the world that you think you were born to fight. But if you had to fight anything at all, it was that you had to fight for your place in the world. You believed that when you get older, you’ll be able to do something about all that’s wrong, abnormal, about the world. I’m not even sure if you’re fully aware of this, but…
Do you struggle within yourself to make manifest simple desires that should come easily to fulfil your basic needs—for your psychological and spiritual wellbeing? Manifestation doesn’t seem to work in your favour as easily as it does other people. You may have wondered what you’re doing wrong in the world for God to disfavour you so much. You can’t really understand what others are doing right for their manifestations to come so quickly.
But… easy come easy go, right? Your Soul actually has a very particular interest in understanding how the Devil works in this Matrix of a world we are living in. That’s why you’ve dealt with some serious lethargy and lack at some point in your Life. All for you to truly understand limitations, lack mindset, and many other trauma issues that typically hold people back from making manifest a Life of their true desires. If you can fully understand how limitations are set in place, you can unravel them for good!
support for you to thrive – Queen of Wands
If you chose this pile, there’s a very high chance you’re a Starseed. That’s why you refused to be like your environment or upbringing. You had this NEXT LEVEL understanding of who you are on a Soul level. You believed you were higher than the folly of Mankind. Sounds like arrogance, but what can you do when you’re literally nobler than the rest of Humanity, whose main characteristics are destructive, deceitful and bloodthirsty? You’ve always known you’re better than THAT.
Of all the piles, I think you’d resonate with the idea of never having your own free will. To some extent, it’s quite true because you’re like this important agent of change whose mission is too important to fail. From the Higher Realms, your Higher Self and team of Spirit Guides were almost controlling your every step so you’d always be guided towards your Highest Destiny. From your perspective down here, some things may seem unfair. But if you could’ve seen things from your Higher Self’s perspective, you’d understand how supported you are in this messy Game called A Human’s Life.
If you’ve resonated with this pile, please acknowledge you’re a very special individual. You really came to Earth to be a trailblazer of sort. You’re definitely going to be famous one way or another. And although you may be worried about certain aspects of Life right now, there’s a secret here: knowing how much of your Life is dictated by your Higher Self, do you really think you could ever fail—at anything, really?
I’d recommend you read the previous segment again with this in mind😉
PARADIGM SHIFT🔻💛
raison d’être by your Oversoul – Gold Alchemist (Roger Bacon)
manifesting with the Magic of your being – Priestess of Healing
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Pile 3 – No-Nonsense Happy Go Lucky Attitude
VIBE: 2 Baddies & Ay-Yo by NCT 127
your untapped superpowers – Queen of Swords
Okay, I think people underestimate you because of the way you look, or that you don’t talk a lot. But you’re a quiet engine. There’s a lot going on in that pretty head of yours. You’re really intelligent, in fact, so intelligent you’re literally a weirdo for doing things differently. You know what I mean? Prof Snape, when he was a student at Hogwarts, figured out unusual-but-effective ways to brew his potions more quickly, with results that were even more potent. He was a quiet weirdo, but he was a brilliant potion master. Potion making was his interest, after all.
Do you know what your hobbies are? Are you brave enough to admit the things that light up your world? You must have pride in the pursuits that give true spiritual meaning to your Life. It’s your Life anyway. If you’re a bit shy about having strange interests, try to really understand the reasons your fears/worries/anxieties arise in the first place. Whose approval do you seek and why do you care anyway? Babe, it’s up to you what you wanna do with YOUR Life. Always remember that. On another note…
Because you’re so cute, or small, or soft-spoken, or just really patient (maybe just on the surface?), people think your head is empty. Mean people get really confident thinking they can fool you with their stupid words and stories. But quietly, you always, always see through their bullshit. One way or another, you always figure out who’s been shit talking behind your back, too. Your intellect literally cuts through the stupidity of conceited people. People would never expect such sharp intelligence to be housed in such a pretty face.
your ‘8 of Pentacles’ devotion – 10 of Cups
When you want to do well in the world, I think you really want to do it for your community. Your community could be your family, circle of friends, or the world at large, really. I think you don’t give yourself enough credit for how much you care. I think people could see you as standoffish, always doing your own thing, at your pace, can be quite lonesome, but you do care, dang, from a distance.
I think you don’t really want to be in close contact with people because you feel constantly misunderstood by them. It breaks your heart and you’re just afraid your hatred would only grow if you allowed yourself to feel that way always. So you intelligently decided to be a little closed off—it’s all your own protection as you also protect people from your nastiness (when you get upset). I think you’re really smart in that you know how to strike a balance. You just want to live in a peaceful world.
When you’re alone surrounded by only the things you like, you’re at your best. You think people should all strive to be a little selfish but happy like that. I think you could really change the world via showing people how prioritising your mental health and peace of mind leads to a better personality LOL
support for you to thrive – 3 of Pentacles Rx
You definitely need to work on your own. At least, you need to have your own thing that you can manage just by yourself. You know, the world isn’t the same as 50 years ago. Nowadays, thanks to the Internet, there are so many ‘jobs’ that can be managed alone. You can be an Internet creative in all kinds of medium. You could also be a solo small business owner. You could also be an online freelancer. You could also be an NFT miner or something.
I dunno, the possibilities for the future of ‘jobs’ are evolving constantly now and I think you’d be happy to know there are so many ways you can maintain your independence whilst avoiding dying alone and penniless. You don’t mind being alone; you just don’t wanna be penniless. And here is your confirmation that it is possible for you to live like that LMAO
Though I really think, when you’re much older you’ll eventually find your Soul Tribe and do exciting things with them. But that path will be accessible to you only after you’ve founded a solid base for yourself doing something you’re genuinely enjoying doing for the rest of your Life.
PARADIGM SHIFT🔻❤️
raison d’être by your Oversoul – Red Alchemist (John Dee)
manifesting with the Magic of your being – Priestess of Luck
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I’m getting back into writing, so have a Hotch/Reid snippet!
can… can i have a hug? please?
And a little bit of
oh, sweetheart- come here.
With a dash of
how long has it been since someone hugged you?
Type: Angsty Fluff
Warnings: Kinda just sad, brief mention of drugs
Spencer was very obviously the most touch starved of the group. It wasn’t to no fault of his, not really. It was clear he didn’t prefer physical contact most of the time, but Aaron wasn’t stupid. Aaron knew that despite Spencer’s sensory issues and mild germaphobic tendencies, he really just wanted to be hugged sometimes.
It was more obvious after some cases, when his arms wrapped around himself as he sat alone on the back of the plane, curled up as staring out of the window rather than reading whatever book he’d already read 7 or 8 times that week. It was only Wednesday after all.
It was less obvious after others, the itch of his hands as he read, how they’d twitch before he’d read a page. Aaron noticed, but he wasn’t sure that the others did, too careful of Spencer sensory. And Spencer clearly didn’t want to add more fuel to the fire of his own mind by his need of physical contact. But, Aaron wasn’t stupid. He was a profiler for a reason. But he wasn’t just going to jump down Spencer’s throat like that, putting him on the spot would be unhelpful and most likely backfire.
So, Aaron watched more intentionally. Trying to give an obvious sign to Spencer that he was here for him, should Spencer need him. It took a while, longer than Aaron liked to admit, but finally Spencer came into his office after hours.
The case had been a bad one. Having to deal with not only children, but Spencer was taken as a hostage and belittled so bad that Aaron was on the verge of shooting the man just to make him shut the hell up for good. Of course he couldn’t, that would risk his job, and more importantly Spencer’s life, but the thought definitely crossed his mind.
“Do you mind if I sit?” Spencer asked softly, and Aaron nodded slowly.
“Stay as long as you need,” he said gently, trying not to use that boss tone he knew he had. Spencer nodded, noting the attempt, and sat on the couch, curled up with his arms around himself once again, staring at the wall.
Aaron worked in silence, not going to push or pry answers out of the younger. He knew Spencer was struggling, and he had a terrible reputation when it came to asking for help. But Aaron hoped he was slowly working through that.
“You don’t believe him, do you?” Spencer whispered, finally. “You don’t… you don’t see me as a… drugged up, ratty—“
“No, Spencer,” Aaron cut him off, not allowing Spencer to repeat the words of the UnSub. “I don’t see you like that. No one does.”
“I do,” Spencer whispered, “I feel like that, sometimes. Sometimes I wonder if everything’s worth it.”
“It’s all worth it,” Aaron whispered.
“You would say that,” Spencer whispered, and Aaron set his pen down.
“Meaning?” Aaron asked without trying to sound offended or offput.
“Meaning you see me,” Spencer explained. “You see the man I’m trying to be. You… you understand… who I am in a way that most other’s can’t.”
“I’m perceptive,” Aaron reasoned.
“Yes,” Spencer agreed. “But you also care.”
“This team cares about you,” Aaron reasoned.
“They do,” Spencer nodded. “But they care so much about one thing, something you’ve been… overlooking lately.”
Aaron blinked.
“You’ve been staring at me, after cases. Reading me. I see your eyes. I feel them.”
“If I’ve made you uncomfortable, that wasn’t my intention,” Aaron promised.
“No, I know,” Spencer promised. “I just…” he inhaled slowly, his arms falling from where they were wrapped around him. “Can I have… have a hug? Please?”
Aaron exhaled slowly from where he sat, finally hearing the words come from Spencer’s mouth almost made him jump out of his chair. He still moved a bit too quick, but Spencer didn’t seem to mind or care as he quickly got off the couch, hearing Aaron’s gentle “oh sweetheart, come here,” and met Aaron halfway, wrapping his arms around Aaron’s shoulders, and Aaron’s arms around his waist.
Spencer almost broke right there. But Aaron held him up strong, as per usual. He kept his hold for as long as Spencer needed, or wanted, which was longer than he originally calculated.
“When was the last time someone hugged you?” Aaron whispered into his ear.
“Too long,” Spencer whispered, voice broken and scraggly as he pushed his nose into Aaron’s shoulder.
“Don’t let it ever be that long again,” Aaron whispered.
“I’m here, Spence. I’m right here.”
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Replies to OnK Asks #2
I have enough for another round of replies, so let's go!
If you sent me an anon message these past two days, the answer should be below the cut! If it isn't then I either missed it or Tumblr ate your message, please don't hesitate to message me again if that's the case
Just in case, there are spoilers for Chapter 123 below the cut!
Hang in there anon! Even if Ruby has grown, Sarina's love for Goro is basically frozen in time. I'm sure that if Sarina had had the chance to grow older, her love for Goro would've naturally transitioned into something more age appropriate. As it is though, it was born within the bubble of her hospital room where Goro was one of the only two good things she had in her life, and then Ruby continued to nurture it through the years by desperately hoping she may come across him again.
For years, Goro has been her romanticized, idealized, impossible first love. So when she finds out that Aqua is Goro, she isn't thinking This is inappropriate, he is my brother! She is instinctively reacting the same way Sarina would've reacted to reuniting with Goro. Ruby needs time to process her feelings.
I also think that Sarina's feelings for Goro were the innocent kind of love where a child is like: This person makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside! I want to be with them forever! We should get married!
So eventually, I'm sure Ruby will realize that being Aqua's sister is perfect, because this way they already are forever bonded to each other.
People are saying that? They're really trying to find every possible reason under the sun to hate on her 😂 I think one valid critique would be to say that Akane made that offer while not being sure of her own feelings/thinking Aqua had no feelings for her, but... how is that worth hating her? If I didn't love Akane, I'd have just felt sad for her—hating her would've never crossed my mind lol
I mean, I'm not sure we can generalize. But from what I've seen, people ship just as hard there as we do over here, it's just that they're better at separating fandom from canon. If the ship they like doesn't happen, they usually won't go on a public tirade against the work—they may criticize it a bit in their own corner, but usually they just continue shipping their thing in peace.
All in all though, Aka doesn't seem like the type to do what people want him to do. I believe he will do whatever he feels works best for the story he wants to tell lol
Ohhh that's interesting! In the few months that Ruby spent on Revenge Mode, she did show more ruthlessness than Aqua would be capable of, so maybe you're right and Crow Girl would've ideally wanted Ruby to be the one carrying it out.
Crow Girl is 100% right though, Aqua just isn't cut for revenge. He is too soft-hearted, too kind. He may be fine with everyone hating him, but he won't be fine with anyone but him suffering, so he is doomed to fail lol
Thank you anon!! You have a good day, too!
Manga Plus!
Off the top of my head: flustered Aqua, whenever he makes Akane pout, Akane trying to feed him, Aqua getting caught-off-guard when Akane can tell he wants to talk about breaking up, the whole do-you-have-that-kind-of-feelings-for-me? talk and Akane teasing him when he comes to pick her up with the umbrella are some of their funniest moments for me 😂
Yes!! You have a very good point anon, Aqua's and Akane's reconciliation is being saved for later. It's just like the next Akane volume cover, the fact that we haven't gotten one yet shows that we will be getting some nice Akane chapters in the future.
Thanks anon, I'm glad you see it too! Maybe I'm jumping the gun, but in all honesty after Chapter 123 I now have a hard time picturing Aqua's feelings for Kana as romantic. Kana's are the wild card, since hers have always been portrayed as romantic. We'll have to wait and see but so far, she seems to be following in Maki's (Kaguya-Sama) steps lol
I'm glad that Akane Kurokawa is Akane Kurokawa. She is one and only.
Well said anon, me too!!
I think the difference is that Kana's "radiance" comes from her genuine feelings. When she feels down, she can't shine. When she is happy, she shines brightly like the sun.
That's indeed the reason why she was only able to shine as an idol while Aqua was there. He was the reason she became an idol in the first place, and he's also the one she performed for; the one she wanted looking at her.
So while Ai (mostly) shone through the character she carefully constructed for herself, Kana shines due to her true feelings.
I do think that some readers aren't particularly interested in understanding him. At the same time, I get it because not everyone is reading OnK with the desire to analyse it. Some people just read it/watch it for fun and without paying much attention, which is perfectly fine although perhaps not exactly the best approach to Aka's writing lol
It's fine though, the person Aqua is will be pretty obvious by the end of the manga, so anyone who has missed it so far will surely get it by then!
Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me, anon! I agree with a lot of what you're saying, and to answer your question:
do you really think Goro like Sarina in a romantic ways?
No, I don't! There's no chance of Goro liking Sarina romantically, he saw her like an innocent child and treated her as such. There's no ambiguity there at all, his "I'll think about it when you're 16" was just a round-about way of turning her down while gently reminding her of their age-gap. They both knew that Sarina likely wouldn't make it to 16, so I believe it was also Goro's way of trying to make both, himself and Sarina, imagine a future where Sarina was still alive. It's so sad 😭
And yes, the fact that Akane is so different is a great thing! She's also the only one that doesn't seem to have family issues, so there's even less for Aqua to project onto her. The obvious exception being when Akane temporarily lost the will to live, since Aqua likely could empathize 😭
You're absolutely right anon! For some people, it's like the Aqua/Akane relationship jumped from Chapter 30 to Chapter 98 with absolutely nothing in between—except for Chapter 81 and 87, but even then, only two panels count. The rest doesn't matter 😂
And it's not like there aren't alternative ways to interpret their relationship without ignoring everything that's happened between them and all their development. Hell, they could even say: yeah Akane almost got him, but failing to understand that Aqua just needed her by her side cemented her loss. She lost her chance—or something, and it would be a perfectly valid take! But some people just can't acknowledge that Aqua and Akane have a genuine, meaningful bond because they either a) want Aqua to be an edgelord b) want Aqua to only have eyes for their girl of choice.
Luckily, this willful denial of Aqua and Akane's bond can't change what's written in the manga lol
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The Bookstore 2
Warnings: None as yet.
Summary: A mysterious strangers comes to your bookstore.
Character: Jorah Mormont (Modern AU)
This is for my Jorah Bean, they know who they are ;) and to anyone else who likes this teddy bear. Darkness to come, promised. As well, as usual, as I so desperately beg of you, please let me know what you think. Love!
Cardinal’s Cafe is busy as you wait in line for your noon time cappuccino. You hoped to take a longer break from the store as your eyes were starting to get tired from squinting at your weekly sales spreadsheet. You could just go upstairs to your apartment above the shop but that only made it harder to go back.
You step up and take your mug from Doris. You forgot you said ‘for here’. You’re stuck now and there’s nowhere to sit. You back up and look around, drawn by subtle movement to your right. You glance over as your name lilts off the man’s tongue.
“I’ve a seat available if you don’t mind the company,” Jorah offers as he stands, an open palm towards the other chair at the table for two.
“Only if you don’t mind,” you answer sheepishly, “it’s packed in here, huh?”
“Please,” he comes around and pulls out the chair for you. It’s not entirely peculiar in the town of retirees.
You place your cup down and sit as his fingers unintentionally brush your sleeve. He steps around you and resumes his seat across from you, framing the saucer beneath his cup with his long fingers. You warm your hands against the sides of the porcelain mug and sniff as you look out the window.
“I was on my way to the shop actually,” he intones, drawing your attention back, “I finished the books. I think I underestimated my free time.”
“Oh? Any good?”
“The first was a fun romp but the second… not entirely a satisfying end,” he takes a sip of his black tea, “do you know if the food is any good here?”
“That’s kind of a subjective question but I don’t mind it. I tend to go more for the bakery but… I’m cutting back on all that.”
“Sweet tooth?”
“Deadly,” you confirm and dare a sip of your cappuccino, carefully not to singe your tongue.
“How about Medley’s? The restaurant?”
“It’s not bad,” you nod, “I mean, there’s not much choice around here, is there? As long as you have a strong stomach.”
“Oh?”
“It’s also the deli and they butcher their own meat. They’re hardly shy about it.”
“Ah, I will keep that in mind.”
“Pretty slow everywhere here,” you say, “I hope you’re serious about retirement.”
“Slow is nice. Safe,” he says as he leans back and fixes his lapel, “how did you end up here?”
You smile, “how do you know I’m not from here?”
“That could be an answer.”
You take another drink and eye the coffee cake in the display, wondering if it’s worth it to get up and order. “My grandmother owned the shop before me. Put my name on it herself. She needed a caretaker and I just finished uni at the time.” He listens intently, planting his elbow on the table and steepling his fingers beneath his chin, the soft fuzz grazing along his fingertips, “she had a couple years left but they were rough.”
“I’m sorry,” he says mournfully, “I know how hard loss can be.”
“It’s life,” you swallow your emotion. “I’m sure you know. What about you? You got a family in tow? A partner?”
His cheek dimples and he pulls his hands apart, showing his left and wiggling his bare ring finger, “never got to that part. Just me. Lonely old man.”
“Free,” you correct him, “means you can just do whatever you want.”
“And you? Are you… free?”
Your brows nearly meet as you consider his question. It’s harmless. At least twenty years between you, he’s being polite. Like Ruth does when she asks about your love life. If you can call it that.
“Was in something long-distance for a while. Didn’t wanna leave the shop so that’s that,” you tap your fingers on the handle of your mug, “so guess I am too.”
“We should start a club,” he kids, “we don’t have to quilt or anything.”
You can’t help but chuckle and give another longing look to the case of cakes and pastries. Your mouth waters and you drown the temptation with a taste of espresso.
“Looks good,” he comments and you guiltily retract your stare.
“What?”
“The cake.”
“Like I said, cutting back.”
“Yes, you did, but it’s okay to still have some.”
“Don’t tempt me, please.”
“Ah, but it’s fun,” his blue eyes gleam.
You shake your head, “really, I’m not–”
“Oh, you must be the new one,” you’re interrupted as Diane blusters over from the counter, “well, look at you. How dashing, you are!”
You look up as she gives a flirty smile and slurps from the plastic lid. Diane’s the type to fill the shop with her voice as she recounts the filthiest gossip. You glance at Jorah as he maintains a courteous veneer.
“Hello,” he says evenly.
“But I see you’ve already hopped on the young one,” she sneers, “bit old, aren’t ya?”
“Di,” you warn, “we’re just talking.”
“Right, right, I’ve not even introduced myself. Diane. I run the local book club and the founder’s lodge.”
“Founder’s lodge?” Jorah wonders though hardly sounded interested.
“Yes, very exclusive. We arrange local events. We’ve had art installations and the like. We also run the Christmas market.”
“Fun,” he muses dully and empties his cup.
“You didn’t tell me your name, handsome?”
“You’ve not stopped talking about yourself long enough to let me,” he stands and wipes his mouth with a napkin, “if you’d excuse us, we were having a conversation before you waltzed in. I’m certain you’ve got some important task to do for the Founder’s Lodge or what have you.”
“Why I– Oh, feisty.”
“If you would,” he gestures past her, “I’d like to get through.”
“I am being polite, sir, the least you can do is tell me your name,” she says, aghast.
“Polite isn’t interrupting a stranger, now if you would kindly move, I would like to claim that last slice of cake,” he waits only a moment before stepping around her decisively.
She juts her jaw out at the affront and scoffs. Her eyes fall on you and she sniffs, “hm, he must be rich, eh? Just like nana.”
She spins, spilling some coffee on herself as she storms towards the door. There’s some chatter as the door chimes and you peek over at Jorah as he stands unaffected in line, coolly taking out his wallet as he moves up to the till. Well, you don’t expect you’ll be hosting any book club meetings at the shop soon.
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I originally deleted this because frankly I was busy and this is obviously not someone interested in a response, only in being a dickhead, and also because I had limited laptop access at the time and couldn't make this meme, which was the first thing I thought of.
(idk, maybe this is how all the kids are talking in Ireland or Aotearoa or whatever but I think if I had said this to the kids I tutored in like 2017 they'd tell me to leave.)
But I kept thinking about it today while doing some work on the wiki and wanted to give it a serious answer, because while the anon doesn't really deserve one, it's worth talking about the implications here.
I just spent some time today updating the Felderwin article in (slightly late) preparation for Veth's Mighty Nein Origins. While so much of the articles surrounding many other PC’s pasts were updated regularly, Felderwin had nearly nothing - it briefly mentioned that Veth was there and the history was almost entirely directly plagiarized from the Explorer's Guide to Wildemount, despite it being the site of some incredibly important moments in Campaign 2. You can, as of right now (5:50 pm Eastern Time on January 18 2023) take a look at Encyclopedia Exandria's entry and compare it to the Fandom entry, or just check the history of the article before today if you'd rather not go to Fandom.
I think the wiki’s importance in the fandom is complicated, and it would take someone with a better understanding of the fandom and more distance from both wikis than I to know what this means. What I do know is that people go to wikis when they write meta or fanfic, or for descriptions for art. If there’s nothing on the page, I do think it means a hit to what kind of content you might see. It’s not a death knell by any means, because there’s always the transcripts and the EGTW, but it’s more work, and not everyone has the time or inclination to put it in.
Imagine it wasn’t Veth and Fjord. Imagine the ships the admin of the fandom wiki tried to diminish weren’t Fjord/Jester and Caleb/Essek. Imagine it was your favorite - imagine that this site, which serves as the portal for some new fans, an opportunity to do a crash course if you want more detail than the official recaps, didn’t say (for example) that Beau and Yasha were in a relationship, or hedged on the importance of their date. Imagine that every Campaign 3 character’s history was filled out except for Imogen’s, or Ashton's.
Because that’s the problem: bias isn’t, ultimately, about it being unfair to Veth or people who like Veth, even though it is also very much that. It’s a sign of deeper problems. It tells you “this person doesn't value having good or neutral information; they want to try to shape and police people's experience within the fandom, in a space that is specifically intended to be a neutral resource." And they will do it whether or not you happen to agree with them. It's rather chilling when someone thinks that's more acceptable than me having opinions on a personal blog.
And perhaps you're saying "it's not that deep, I just sent this because I think you suck." And, you know, that's your issue, and I can't help you. But I do want you to leave you with this: while it's true we have no way to compete with Fandom's SEO capabilities on the general scale, we actually kick their ass on most new lore - including in Google search. We've actually had a few cases of them taking phrasing off our wiki, often because of posts editors have made on Tumblr. My actual intent in making that post was to uh, sneakily get them to update their Fjord page, not in the least because it's the most searched page on their wiki; sadly, I don't think they have. It's a huge missed opportunity, and the fandom on the whole loses something from it. Fortunately, our Veth (and Fjord) coverage is awesome and I hope you all check it out!
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North Wind | Lloyd x OC
Chapter 4: Reunion
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Summary: Mari finds Skylor after a long search. Lloyd unwinds at the monastery.
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A knock sounded at the door, and Lloyd blinked his eyes open, squinting at the clock on the wall as he flung the sheets off and got up. Nine o’clock. Punctual. It probably wasn’t Kai or Jay at the door, then.
Pulling on a loose shirt, he trudged to the door, rubbing his eyes. He looked through the peephole before opening it.
“Good morning, Lloyd,” Zane greeted with a smile, holding a couple of yesterday’s leftover pastries in a napkin that he stretched out for Lloyd to take. He happily obliged and bit into a donut, the treat briefly reminding him of the person who had recommended that bakery.
“Morning, Zane,” Lloyd replied, adjusting his grip on the napkin while he peered over Zane’s shoulder. “Are the others awake already?” he asked.
Zane’s smile quirked to one side in amusement. “Only Nya. She’s busy waking Kai, though I suspect it will be a moment before he and everyone else get up,” he chuckled, a smile full of mirth that Lloyd returned. “I’m going to help wake everyone and get Pixal on a call once we’re all together.”
Lloyd nodded. “Sounds good,” he said, taking another bite of his donut. “We’ll meet in your room.” Zane nodded, turning to go back to the room he was sharing with Cole and Jay.
Shutting the door behind him, Lloyd finished the pastries Zane brought him, going into the bathroom for a quick shower and getting dressed. While everyone else was waking up, he figured he could start getting all his stuff packed—which frankly, wasn’t much. He hadn’t taken much of his clothes or hygiene necessities out of his bag, so he shoved whatever was left into the backpack.
Twenty minutes after Zane came to his room, Lloyd heard another knock and zipped up his bag, weapons safely tucked into the hidden interior pockets. (Transporting their swords and other equipment had been a little tricky, but it was nothing a few instrument cases couldn't solve. Besides, their stuff wasn't checked on bus trips.) Slinging the backpack over his shoulder, he strode over to the door, opening it to see Kai.
“Have a good sleep?” Lloyd asked, stepping through the doorway and shutting it behind him. Kai huffed. “I was. Until Nya came and woke me up,” he said, reaching up to fluff his hair. Lloyd snorted. Together they walked down the short hallway to join the others.
After giving a quick knock on the door, Cole opened it and stepped aside for them to enter the room. They had brought a few more chairs and things to sit around the table, where Zane’s phone was already propped up and connected to a video call with Pixal. When he and Kai stepped closer, everyone else made their way into a seat.
“Is everyone here now?” Pixal asked, adjusting the angle of her camera.
“Yup,” Nya answered. She tossed a wave over to Lloyd as he sat down next to her.
Clearing his throat, Lloyd leaned forward and crossed his arms. “Alright, then. So, the mission went well, right?” he offered. A chorus of agreements sounded from his friends. “Anything worth noting?” he asked.
A brief silence ensued where most of them shook their heads.
“I just hope the police take care of everything. I don't want to come back here because they let a few guys escape and they tried to fill the power vacuum,” Cole muttered, leaning back with crossed arms. Everyone else nodded in agreement.
They knew the task the commissioner had assigned them would leave a gap in crime that others might try to fill, but they couldn't do much to stop that, short of staying in town. Which wasn't really possible given that at least half of the ninja were going to be attending school in a couple of days—not that the commissioner or anyone else for that matter—knew that.
After Cole’s statement, everyone else was quiet. They talked briefly over minor details about the mission but it didn't appear anyone else had something important they wanted to add.
Lloyd thought back to the boy he’d seen at Ikarashi’s base. He looked eerily similar to Mari. Lloyd didn't want to think much of it, but there was something he felt was missing.
“Ahem,” Nya coughed into her hand with a pointed look. “Is there something on your mind, Lloyd?”
His train of thought suddenly broke off, and he shook his head with an absent-minded smile. “No, sorry,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. He could tell she didn't believe him, giving him a look that said she’d definitely ask about it later.
“Well, if that’s everything, we should probably get going,” Kai said, sliding his chair back. “Is everyone packed?”
“Oh, I need a minute,” Jay replied, rising from his seat. “I’ll be quick!” He went out the door, Nya trailing after him, but not before pointing at Lloyd and then herself, making a talking gesture. Lloyd rolled his eyes, but smiled.
Everyone else dispersed to go collect their bags and meet up in the hotel lobby.
While they were waiting for Jay and Nya to return, Kai sidled up to Lloyd with a raised eyebrow. “Hey, what’s the deal, bro?” he asked, giving him a nudge with his elbow.
Lloyd frowned, brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Kai’s raised eyebrow only lifted higher. “You’ve been acting weird lately. And what’s up with this girl Cole and Jay are talking about?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows with a crooked grin.
With a snort, Lloyd crossed his arms. “It isn’t like that. She just seems like she’d make a good friend, so I gave her my number,” he explained. At Kai’s pointed look, Lloyd huffed in exasperation. “It's not!” His cheeks heated up from embarrassment, and he knew Kai would take the color of his face the wrong way.
“Riiight. Well, Nya’s gonna interrogate you about this too, so don’t be surprised when it happens,” Kai snickered, causing Lloyd to grimace.
“Yeah, I know,” he sighed, dragging a hand over his face.
Kai patted his shoulder in a show of sympathy just as the aforementioned Smith sibling appeared with her yang. She yawned, strolling over to the two of them. “We’re ready to go.”
Her eyes bounced between them, narrowing at their body language. “What were you talking about just now?” she asked.
“Nothing,” Lloyd lied, trying to evade more grilling. Just as Nya was about to say something, the rest of their friends called to them from the hotel entrance. “Looks like we better get going,” he commented, taking the opportunity and walking away.
The two siblings watched him, Nya pointing her gaze to Kai. “What was that about?”
Kai shrugged. “No idea,” he said simply, starting to follow the others as well. His sister stood in place, a vexed frown on her face, until she rushed to join them too.
While on the bus ride back to Ninjago City, Lloyd looked out the window, glancing at his phone. The lack of a message from an unknown number had the corners of his mouth drooping into a frown. He wondered if she would text him sometime.
He hoped he hadn't scared her off—surely by now, she knew who he was. Mari didn’t seem like the type to isolate someone based on societal opinions, but then again, he’d only met her a few days ago. Even so, he hoped he could make a new friend.
Once they arrived in the city, the team went home to the monastery and received a warm welcome from their family. Lloyd was glad to be back, but he knew that the little mission they’d had wasn't a vacation, and there was work to do now that they were home again.
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Finding Skylor’s noodle shop had proven more difficult than I anticipated.
There were dozens of noodle restaurants scattered throughout the city, and stopping at each one and asking for someone named Skylor could only get me so far.
It was getting increasingly dark, even with the many bright city lights illuminating the roads. I could feel myself getting worn out. Not to mention that I was cold and wet again. The downpour from earlier had slowed to a light drizzle, but my jacket and helmet kept me from getting drenched again.
With a sigh, I stepped out of the last restaurant of this city district. I didn’t have an inkling as to where her noodle house could be. The last time I had seen her, she was just starting to power through life on her own without the presence of her father’s shady business looming over her.
Internally, I berated myself for not asking for her address when I had asked if I could stay with her for a while. My lack of preparation had screwed me up.
Walking to where I had parked, I was about to swing my leg over the motorcycle when a glowing sign caught my attention. Steeper Wisdom. A tea shop. The bright yellow glow made me squint, and I hesitated to get on the bike.
Before my parents died, we had loved to visit local tea shops together, exploring various flavors and buying brews to make at home. It had been our small tradition.
I sighed. Making sure my bags were secure on the seat, I stepped away from the bike. “A quick rest wouldn’t hurt,” I mumbled, crossing the street. If I was being honest, I also needed a break to clean myself up. My battered appearance definitely wasn’t helping people trust that I didn’t have bad intentions in trying to find someone.
A small bell chime rang as I pushed the door open and walked in. “Welcome!” someone called out from the back.
Walking further into the store, I noticed an elderly man drifting around the aisles. I browsed the shelves idly. Colorful bags and boxes of both exotic and ordinary tea leaves were housed in the store, but one in particular caught my attention.
My hand reached up to grab the bag of red flowers, eyes scanning the name as a smile curled onto my lips. Hibiscus flowers. It was my favorite tea, their tart taste providing a delicious tang that filled me with fond childhood memories. I hadn’t come into the store to actually get tea, but I figured I deserved to indulge in the sense of nostalgia the flowers brought me, especially after the last rough couple of hours.
I stepped up to the counter, where a cashier had taken their spot, and placed the bag down. I tried to ignore the wary glance he gave me; I urgently needed to clean up the dried blood on my face.
After paying, I asked if there was a bathroom I could use. The cashier pointed towards the back, keeping a watchful eye on me when I walked past him.
Splashing water onto my face, I glanced up into the mirror. A swollen lip, light bruises on my face (and on my body), black hair disheveled and unkempt. I really did look like I just escaped a mugging—or was the mugger myself.
Combing through my hair with my fingers, I quickly tidied myself up and exited the bathroom, stepping past the counter to leave the store.
Just as I was going through the door, I noticed a wallet on the ground. I picked it up and my head whipped around as I searched for who it could belong to. The old man from the shop was walking just a few paces ahead of me. Shifting my grip on the bag of tea, I rushed to catch up to him.
“Sir!” I called out, reaching him with a light touch on his arm. He turned around, a puzzled expression on his wizened face. “Excuse me, is this yours?” I asked him, extending the wallet.
His brows furrowed at the object, his hands patting the inner pockets of his robe and searching in the satchel around his shoulder. “Ah, I think it is,” he told me, reaching for the wallet and opening it. My eyes snapped to the colorful piece of paper that peeked out of the wallet. “My mind isn't as sharp as it used to be,” he said with a chuckle. “Thank you.” He smiled gratefully, folding it closed. Just before he started walking away, I reached out to grab his arm again.
“Wait! Ah, sorry,” I said. I let go of his arm. “Uhm, sorry if this is a weird question, but what’s that coupon in your wallet?” I asked, hoping my eyes hadn't tricked me and I wasn't making a fool out of myself.
His white eyebrow raised and he opened the wallet back up. He pulled the piece of paper out, extending it to me as he read, “Chen’s Noodle House.” He smiled. “The restaurant belongs to a friend.”
Hope filling my chest, I asked, “How far is it from here? Does it belong to a woman named Skylor Chen?”
Head tilting, he nodded. “It does. Do you know her?” He tucked the coupon away.
I breathed out a sigh of relief, face brightening. “Yes, we’re good friends. It’s been a few years since I last saw her, and I’m trying to find her restaurant,” I explained.
The man nodded, stroking his beard. “If that's the case, you’ll find her a few blocks from here, down this way,” he pointed. “When you see a bicycle store, go left and you’ll find the restaurant.”
Giving a nod at his words, I dipped into a quick bow. “Thank you very much, sir. Have a good rest of your evening,” I thanked him with a smile, waving goodbye as I hurried to cross the street and retrieve the motorcycle.
Turning on the engine, I put my helmet on and made my way down the street, keeping an eye out for a bike shop. Once I saw it, I pulled over to ditch the motorcycle in an abandoned alley, tucked far away enough from the noodle house that no one would think of entering her restaurant even if they tracked it.
Grabbing my bags, I hefted them over my shoulder. It was a short walk to get to the noodle house, my speed pacing up as I got closer. I hoped it wasn’t closed yet, but I reasoned that if the old man knew Skylor too, he’d know if it would be closed by the time I got there and tell me.
Surely enough, the lights were still on, illuminating the sidewalk through the windows. Breathing in deep, I stepped through the entrance, looking around the place.
There were a few people still here, though it looked like business was slowing down for the evening. Craning my head, I continued scanning the shop for Skylor when a shout made me freeze in place. “Mari!”
I whipped around, eyes lighting up when I saw Skylor coming toward me. “Skylor,” I grinned, letting my bags fall from my hands and rushed toward her, wrapping my arms around her back. She returned the embrace, and I felt myself melting in her grasp.
Small tears welled up as I held her for another moment. The past few hours had been hectic to say the least, and finally finding something I felt I could hold onto was so freeing.
When we pulled away, I lifted a hand to wipe the tears from my eyes. At the action, something in Skylor’s expression shifted, and she pulled away with a reassurance she’d be back soon. With a nod, I picked up my bags, putting them next to me as I slid into a booth, letting my head fall back on the cushion and my eyes drift shut.
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A couple of minutes later, she slid into the seat opposite of me. Opening my eyes, I looked back at her, noting that all the customers had vacated the restaurant. “Hey,” she said simply, the greeting making my lips curl up.
“Hey,” I responded, face relaxed in a placid smile.
“You wanna tell me why you’re covered in bandages?” she asked, crimson brow lifting. The question had me sobering. Of course, this wasn’t a get-together purely for the fun of it. There was a reason why I was here, and why I looked the way I did.
“Not really,” I deflected, tensing when I noticed the familiarity of this conversation.
Skylor’s brow creased, and I knew she wasn’t going to pry if I didn’t let myself be opened up, but she wasn’t happy about it. “How’s Hideo?” she asked.
The question had me breathing in sharply, jaw clenching. “He’s fine,” I replied.
“How… are you?” she asked tentatively. My eyes flickered shut. Her questions were setting me off, no matter how I tried not to react, and I knew she knew.
Taking a shuddering breath, I leaned back, eyes fluttering open to stare at the ceiling. “I’ve been better,” I admitted. “Things… aren’t the best right now.” I already hated how this was going. I hadn’t wanted to make her worry about why I was coming here so suddenly, or why I was alone, or why I—
Yet it was happening.
She hummed, leaning forward onto her forearms. Her hands were clasped together. “Are you hungry?”
I looked back down to meet her eyes. Silently, I nodded. She smiled.
Minutes later, I was topping off my second bowl of steaming hot noodles. Skylor had brought a plate of puffy potstickers as well, and was munching on one. After I finished the bowl, I wiped my mouth off with my forearm, having taken my black coat off.
For a moment, we sat in relative silence. Cars drove past the shop, people walked on by—the sounds of the city muffled through the walls. It could never truly be silent in the city, I supposed.
My eyes tracked the finger I used to trace circles on the booth table’s green plastic. The silence grew between us, almost uncomfortable, yet I didn’t mind it. But I knew that I had to give at least some sort of explanation for why I was here.
A deep sigh built in me as I steeled myself. “I’ve been—” I started, but she cut me off.
“Do you remember when we first met?” Our eyes met, mine filled with slight confusion while hers held a quiet fervor.
Deciding to indulge in her question, I answered, “We met at a museum. When I was visiting the city with Hideo.”
She nodded. “You heard what people were saying about me, right?” she asked. My brows furrowed. Why was she asking? She already knew the answer to that question.
My head tilted to the side as I thought back to that day. “They were talking about your dad. They said that you were just as bad as him,” I remembered, frowning at the memory. “They didn't even know you, but they were judging you anyway.”
A small smile grew on Skylor’s lips. “That day, you approached me and looked at the painting I was in front of. The second Serpentine War,” she said. “You said you didn't believe it was fair to judge someone based on their family.”
My mouth twisted to the side. “I still stand by that,” I told her.
She smiled wider, raising an eyebrow. “Do you?” For a moment, I didn't get what she was trying to say, but then it dawned on me.
“Sky,” I sighed. She angled her head toward me, a furtive smile playing on her lips. “It's different for me.”
Scoffing, she crossed her arms. “How?” she questioned. I almost blurted out the reason, holding my tongue just before the words slipped out. Because the rumors are true. Because I am as bad as he is.
The corners of my lips twisted into a frown. “It just is,” I said. I knew Skylor wouldn’t judge me if I told her I’d been a criminal for the past 3 years. I knew she wouldn’t. And yet, I didn’t let myself budge.
When she saw I wasn’t going to elaborate further, she sighed, her head drooping forward. Guilt rose in me at the sight, but I kept silent, eyes boring a hole into the table to avoid looking at her. After a moment, she breathed in, lifting her head with a glance to the window. “We should get going,” she said.
I followed her gaze, noting the dark inky color the sky had settled into. “Yeah,” I agreed, but didn't move. It wasn't until Skylor started grabbing the empty plates that I got up, helping her pick up and grabbing my duffel from beside me.
Slinging it over my shoulder, I went to the door and walked out, waiting as Skylor locked it behind us. “Ready?” she asked, pocketing the keys. I nodded.
“It’s just this way,” she said, leading us away from the restaurant. “It’s not too far, so I usually walk back and forth.” We walked side by side down the sidewalk, cars passing by and the street lamps washing the road in a yellow light.
As we approached a small apartment complex, she pulled her keys back out, opening the building door. We went up a flight of stairs, walking down the hall until we reached her door, opening it with a quiet click.
She flicked the lights on, illuminating a cozy living area and stocked kitchen—as expected of a successful cook. Surveying the area, I gave a hum of approval. “Nice place.”
“Thanks.” Skylor smiled. “You came earlier than I expected, so I haven’t had time to buy another mattress. Sorry about that,” she told me with an apologetic glance.
“No, it’s okay. I can take the couch,” I said, toeing off my shoes and setting my bag down.
Tucking her shoes into the nearby closet, she shook her head. “Are you sure? You can sleep in my bed if you want,” she offered.
I slipped off my jacket, draping it over the arm of her sofa. “I’m sure. I don’t want to intrude.”
She let out an exasperated chuckle. “You’re not. I’ll get the mattress tomorrow,” she promised. I smiled, giving a short nod.
“Well, I’ll let you get settled, then,” she said, walking over to give me a side hug. “Bathroom’s free whenever you need. Sleep well.”
“You too,” I replied with a yawn. Once she closed the door to her bedroom, I plopped down onto the couch, splaying my limbs on the cushions. It felt nice to finally relax. After a few minutes of laying there, I rose again with a grunt.
Grabbing my duffel, I brought it over to the couch, and zipped it open. My fingers froze in place, hovering over the hard leather of the dragon kabuki mask as it stared up at me.
Against my better judgment, I had hastily shoved my Tempest costume into the duffel, my mind too busy panicking to think to leave it behind somewhere. My mouth twisted to the side as I glanced at Skylor’s bedroom door. I’d have to leave it in my bag until I could get rid of it.
… But did I want to?
I knew it represented a part of me that I wanted to leave in the past, but the mask itself had been a gift from my father. He’d given it to me saying that one day we would explore the history of our ancestry, the secrets of our lineage becoming part of my own individual identity.
Though I supposed I really was on my own now. My parents were dead and my brother had betrayed me. My ancestry didn't matter if I had no family to tie it back to.
I frowned. The fact that I was hesitating to abandon this part of me was petrifying. I wanted to start my own path free of any lingering weight, but I couldn’t bring myself to let go of this.
In my head, Tempest was a character, a role I played for my uncle. I didn't mind letting go of that—it was never part of my identity.
The mask was a different story. Abandoning it felt like abandoning my family. Our history, their teachings, and the ghost of their memory. It’d all be gone if I gave up the last thing that connected me to them.
Maybe I was reading into it too much, but either way, I couldn't bring myself to get rid of it. I would keep it, but hidden away so no one could find it.
Shoving it into the bottom of my duffel, I zipped up the bag and tossed it to the floor.
Maybe one day, it’d lose its significance as the period of my crime, and I’d be able to don it without feeling any shame or regret. I could only hope.
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The monastery was eerily quiet after Master Wu had left. He’d told them something about keeping the place clean and to train while he was out doing errands. Lloyd didn't think the rest of the team would listen—at least not without a few grumbles.
Truthfully, they were all tired. And even though the mission went well, he couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that hung over him like a cloud. It felt like it had been too easy. Like Ikarashi had let them take his base.
And then he thought back to their unlikely ally from that night. Tempest, a known criminal in the outskirts of the city. Nothing was known about him—of her, Lloyd corrected himself. The small discovery that Tempest was female and around their ages unsettled him, to say the least.
There were too many instances of that, he thought. Of kids getting caught up in crime because of tragedy striking their families.
It was one of the reasons the ninja focused on fighting crime in the cities too, besides stopping end of the world disasters that threatened their world.
Lloyd sighed. Maybe he should train, so he could get these slightly depressing thoughts off his mind for now.
But hitting a punching bag could only do so much to alleviate his stress, and Lloyd was itching to do something else.
Leaving the dojo, he passed by the kitchen and found Zane whipping up something to eat. The pleasant aroma wafted near Lloyd’s nose, and he smiled. “Smells good, Zane,” he said, sidling up to him with a curious glance at the pot his friend was stirring.
Zane smiled, but kept his eyes on the stew. “Thank you. Are you hungry, Lloyd?” he asked, covering the pot with its lid.
“I could eat,” he replied. In that second, Lloyd’s stomach gave a low rumble, and he smiled sheepishly at the nindroid who turned to him with a raised eyebrow.
“Will you?” Zane asked, his lips spreading in an amused grin. Lloyd let out a little laugh and nodded. “Can you go tell the others lunch is almost ready, then?”
With a quick finger salute, Lloyd exited the kitchen. “Will do,” he said.
He padded down the monastery’s halls, finding his friends’ rooms and knocking on their doors with an invitation to the lunch Zane prepared. He was about to knock on Nya’s room when she opened the door, his hand raised in the air.
“Oh, hey,” she greeted, hand falling from the door. “What’s up, Lloyd?”
He let his hand drop back down to his side. “Zane’s making lunch. It’s almost ready, so if you want some, you should come soon,” he told her. While he was speaking, he glanced at her outfit, noticing her street attire. “Are you going somewhere?” he asked curiously.
Her eyes seemed to dart away from his gaze at the question. “Yeah, I’m… going to the library,” she answered hesitantly.
Brow raising in skepticism, Lloyd asked, “The library? Why? We just got back.”
Nya crossed her arms, shifting her weight. “You think it’s weird to want to relax with a new book?” she huffed, deflecting the reason why she was doing so right now.
“I guess not,” Lloyd conceded with a puzzled expression. “But don’t you want to eat something first?”
For a moment, Nya stood there, but then she nodded. “Yeah, I guess I can. Especially if Zane’s the one cooking,” she chuckled. Lloyd hummed in agreement, already starting down the way back to the kitchen.
His face twisted into a confused frown as he approached the kitchen. “That was weird,” he mumbled to himself.
“What was weird?”
A slight tense of his shoulders was the only sign Lloyd gave at his surprise when Jay came up beside him.
“Nya,” Lloyd huffed out.
“What about her?” Jay asked, brow raising in curiosity.
With a shrug, Lloyd veered down the hallway, entering the kitchen. “She’s just acting kinda weird.”
“Isn't she always?” Kai interjected in their conversation, having caught their conversation as they neared. Lloyd simply smiled and shook his head in amusement.
As Zane started ladling soup into bowls, his eyes flickered over to the table, noting who was sitting down already. “Are we waiting for Nya to join us?” he asked, the ladle in his hand hovering over the last bowl.
Lloyd nodded. “She said she would.” Sliding onto the benches, they all started digging into their food. Various hums of appreciation floating through the air, directed toward Zane’s cooking.
Eventually, Nya joined them, adding to the string of compliments with her own.
It didn’t go unnoticed, how she seemed to eat in a rush and quickly gave Zane her thanks before darting out the kitchen. No one brought attention to it, though, and Lloyd found himself wondering why.
With a reminder from Zane that Master Wu was expecting them to clean up around the monastery before he returned, the ninja reluctantly set out to do their various chores.
Cole took care of sweeping the courtyard, Kai cleaned and sharpened the weapons in the armory, Jay did maintenance on the Bounty (and perhaps played a video game or two when no one was watching), and Zane stayed in the kitchen to reorganize.
Breathing out a sigh, Lloyd finished tidying up the living spaces in the monastery. His fingers twitched, itching to move, to do something. He pulled out his phone, glancing at the screen (and lack of any new messages) and frowned.
Still no text from Mari. Which was fine, of course, he chided himself mentally. Running a hand through his hair, he made his way to his room. He wished he had asked for her number as well.
For some reason, a strange feeling was building in his chest. Like anxiety, but not quite.
It was more like nervousness, or apprehension, perhaps. He didn’t dig into the reason why, chalking it up to the fact that he had just made a new friend who wasn’t part of his usual circle. Someone who didn’t know his secret identity, or was involved in the world of elemental powers.
Yeah. That was probably it. Just nervousness about finally making a new friend. At the thought, Lloyd smiled.
In front of the others, he tried not to let the city’s blaring hatred for him and his family affect him. He’d never had that many friends before, anyway. He’d only had a handful of friends at Darkley’s, and even then, they weren’t always the best.
But it didn’t matter to him. Not anymore. Lloyd had his friends—his family—now, and they were more than enough.
Distantly, he heard the doors to the monastery slide open, the footsteps of two people revealing Master Wu had come back, probably with Nya.
They were speaking to each other, and Lloyd strained to hear, but the late hour and his tiredness from yesterday’s mission lured him into the sweet lull of sleep. He drifted into unconsciousness.
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A/N: Hey all, sorry for the delay in these chapters. I've been trying to catch up with the rest of the show to make the next parts of the story more canon-accurate; it's a slow process.
Stay tuned for the next chapters, though! I'm getting into a steady rhythm with schoolwork and such, so I'm hoping I can get chapters out faster :)
As always, comments and feedback are always appreciated.
Thank you for reading!
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Okay, I'm back, and this is another part of 'Overanalyzing beach Maiko' series! ... Which means we'll try and focus on overanalyzing beach Maiko goddamit as opposed to all the other tempting beach psychological stuff. Yay.
Anyway, today we're going to find out who of the pair actually screwed up the most. Isn't it exciting?
(Spoiler: the answer can be a bit unexpected.)
So, in the last part, Mai broke up with Zuko, and now they're about to meet again in the company of Azula and Ty Lee after... some time (somewhat between twenty minutes and a couple of hours, really).
The pair had an opportunity to calm down and reflect on what happened (and in Mai's case, probably to hear the other girls' opinions), so I'm sure they are different people now!
They both have analyzed their wrong attitudes and relationship mistakes, and now they are wiser, and stronger, and fre...
Zuko: "Where is your new boyfriend?"
Zuko: "My life hasn't been that easy either, Mai."
Mai: "Whatever!"
...Nevermind.
But let's not get ahead of events here.
The scene begins with the royal siblings approaching the girls. Zuko walks past Mai with sad expression on his face while she is glaring at his back. Then she looks away with resentment. But then...
Mai: "Hey."
Well, it was very... minimalistic. But it's good to know that Mai reevaluated at least some things here!
...Which ones exactly is an important question though. What if among them was the belief that nice butt is not a reason enough to stay with a guy who can innocently ask you one evening whether you prayed tonight or not?
Okay, okay, I know.
This butt joke was not very minimalistic.
Seriously though, if we leave alone the fact that Zuko is not exactly in the best state for romancing anyone due to him being a cringe-worthy disaster his major inner crisis...
And the fact that Mai clearly should try and find for herself some sources of endorphins which wouldn't depend on how far from a mental breakdown or a high treason her trainwreck of a prince currently is...
And the fact that this whole relationship wasn't such a great idea from the point of compatibility in the first place...
Who of the pair should've made a first move towards reconciliation in the perfect scenario?
Yep, that's a really important question here
I mean, at first it seemed obvious to me that it must be Zuko - since he was acting like an idiot and screwed up the loudest, but...
When I actually tried to analyze the situation through this paradigm, something in the picture didn't really add up. This pesky elusive something kept breaking the general logic, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it for quite some time, you know.
But I think I finally managed to figure out what it was about.
Mai's reluctant little "hey" is the key here, actually.
(It will be a long way, but I hope it will worth it)
Let's look at the totality of facts:
For the whole day, Mai's behavior indicated she doesn't value Zuko all that much.
On this background, he showed her all his ugly sides and gave her not just one, but several good reasons for a break-up.
Just now, he walked past her without stopping to apologize for his words or behavior.
She is clearly still angry at him.
And after all this, Mai, an egocentrical girl with perhaps a bit too much pride, still initiates contact with Zuko.
Doesn't it seem at least a little bit weird to you? It sure does to me.
And, in my opinion, it most likely means one thing...
It was really freaking cold on that beach at night.
... Okay, okay, sorry.
Azula was also a firebender, bad hypothesis.
It means that as soon as Mai got the opportunity to look at her life without Zuko, she suddenly felt that she needs him much more than she thought previously. Like, much more. So much, in fact, that even her pride, resentment and common sense couldn't really beat it.
And yet, she was treating him like a gum that stuck to her shoe. She wasn't grateful for that he gave her nearly enough and took his affection for granted.
So, you wanna know how badly Mai screwed up exactly?
Take the intensity of all cringe-worthy shit Zuko demonstrated today, add to it a little 'hey' multiplied by Mai's pride - and that will be your answer.
Math is so fun.
I always was bad at it though.
I doubt though that Mai herself realized even half of it - otherwise she wouldn't look that angry. I suspect it was mostly her need in itself that made her forget how to be "smart and proud" for once and make a first move.
Except that she probably rationalized it as "Since I'm feeling very generous tonight, I'll give this idiot another chance."
And she is still hoping for Zuko's apologies, so she could graciously forgive him and accept him back.
...Pfffft.
Good luck with this one.
Even though Zuko chilled out quite a bit since the party, until he sees the central belief on which his whole course of actions was based as misconception, he can't apologize for his behavior.
Well, technically he can, but...
"Hello, Mai, Zuko's here. Of course, you treated me like dirt and tried to freaking cheat on me on top after I fed you all the stuff you wanted and almost broke my brain by trying to find at least something about your negativistic ass to compliment... but I a little bit overreacted here. Calling you a big blah was a bit too much, I guess. You're only a small blah. So, yep. It's all I wanted to say. Take care here."
The thing is, Mai didn't really make it clear that she's loyal to Zuko when he doubted it. She only yelled at him for "blowing up over every little thing" without addressing the topic of jealousy directly, and then everything just gone to shit.
And as far as Zuko's knowledge goes, Mai could call her cheating "a little thing". So how exactly he's supposed to understand his mistake if Mai refuses to talk to him properly?
"He could simply use his brain", I can hear someone thinking loudly. Well, it doesn't really seem to be an option at the moment, does it?
You can thank the writer for this.
Mai here is smart though, and smart girls don't explain themselves to their stupid boyfriends even when it actively harms their relationship, apparently.
Fortunately for Mai though, this stupid boy is also lonely as heck. And despite Zuko's "Where is your new boyfriend?" line (which indicates he still resents Mai for her "infidelity" and probably has been imagining in all vivid details how she and Ruon-Jian feed each other fruit tarts since he left the party), he all but runs to her in response to a slightest hint he is still wanted.
Damn, I clearly need to think of some new Mai-related stuff to crack bad jokes about, don't I?
Zuko: "Are you cold?"
So... You're a good caring boy here, Zuko, there's no question about it. But... goddamit.
Is it physically possible to be more love-starved? You could take a leaf out of Mai's book about how to be proud, you know.
I mean, the hell are you doing getting all cozy with her? She just broke up with you! Oficially! After she supposedly tried to cheat on you! Yes, you were an idiot for believing so, but you don't know it yet (otherwise you'd be ashamed of your previous stupidity and wouldn't accuse her again like this).
Even if your reaction was... unnecessary scandalous that's one way to put it, cheating attempt is still a serious transgression (just like breaking up with a partner is a serious act). You can forgive her if you like, but you can't just 'are you cold' it off! You're supposed to talk about it, goddamit!
Perhaps if Zuko just waited a little bit longer instead of moving towards her, Mai would actually overcome her pride and explain the situation to him.
But when his relationship needed it most, Zuko's self-respect vanished. Again.
And now Mai knows that she can whistle at any moment and he'll run to her no matter what (not as fast as she'd prefer, admittedly, but they can work on it). Yep, that's exactly the message you need to give a girl who supposedly looks at other guys and believes it's okay to use you as a free service.
(No.)
How do you think you ended up in such a situation with her in the first place, boy? Give this girl an inch and she'll take a mile!
Ugh, whatever. I guess it doesn't make much sense to expect such an awareness from a lonely 16-year-old in his first relationship.
Naturally, getting in response to her huge gracious 'hey' just a pathetic show of care and forgiveness (as opposed to expected tearful repentance), Mai pushes Zuko away again, and thus concludes this segment of beach Maiko interactions. Yay.
The next dialogue of the pair centers around Mai's personality and demeanor, so I guess this is what we'll talk about next time. And... Mai fans, I warn you: it's not gonna be pleasant~ (when it ever was with me though, lol?)
Thanks for your attention!
(By the way, all you've just read could be total bullshit, because the topic is quite complex and that in fact was my third attempt to analyze the situation, muhahaha! Take it or leave it.)
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P. S.: I just realized something. Why it's zutara but Maiko for me? It's kinda contr-intuitive given my preferences, I suppose. But I just feel like this. Maybe it's about difference between something familiar and alien. I'm not gonna change anything anyway - it would be too stressful for my autistic brain right now, lol.
R.I.P., Akira Toriyama.
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,,, 500 AAAAAAAA!! long-awaited, v well deserved milestone omghasjam??? i think i met u just around when u hit 400?? :0 not sure not sure, v glad i got to meet u, will be here for all milestones in the future !! anyways,,, wah . CONGRATULATIONS AAAA
event,, event,, tumbles over . i feel like u know me well enough to know who i am req for but!! xiao, reader insert!! um, a song? would be angels like you - miley cyrus. the genre being,, uh,, angst. aha. ahahahahj. i think i'll leave the trope/au up to u !!
again again, cONGRATULATIONS? big milestone!! only bigger ones to come, yes? hugs u super tight then runs away
babe i am in love with the way you talk this is so animated i love it
Angels Like You
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Character: Xiao
Warnings: College au, slightly suggestive content at the end (its nothing much tho), angst w/no happy ending/an open ending. Slightly ooc xiao bc i kinda made him an asshole im sorry (not really), not proofread & written during a bad writers block hit
Notes: i had such high hopes for this and then it died. but hey i do hope u like it ily babe <3 /p
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I know that you're wrong for me
Gonna wish we never met on the day I leave
I brought you down to your knees
'Cause they say that misery loves company
12:13 AM.
You checked the clock again. Still, no text.
No text for the last three days.
It wasn’t close finals. There wasn’t anything special going on. And your boyfriend, Xiao, has never been one for straight As and studying all day.
No, he was probably out with his friend Venti again, or just ignoring you.
In the beginning, it was easier to deal with. He was a probably busy guy! And then you saw how he typically lived—in his dorm 90% of the time, save class and food—and knew that wasn’t the case. And you knew there were some times he just didn’t want to talk to people.
You were so understanding with everything. But for the last week, he’d done nothing but leave you on read or send one-word answers to all of your texts, never pick up the phone, and never texted you first. Even before this, he’d been spacey. And to a certain degree, you understood that, too.
But it was the bullshit excuses that ground on your last nerve.
“Just not up to it,” he’d say. Or, “my phone wasn’t on”. Or he wouldn’t reply at all. And last week, when you confronted him about it, he wouldn’t tell you anything besides that.
Sure, you’d gotten to the point of doubting how upset with all this you were. He needs his space, after all, and you didn’t want to be too overbearing. But he didn’t act like your boyfriend anymore, and your friends had been telling you for weeks it wasn’t worth the heartache if he wasn’t going to try talking it out.
12:19 AM.
Xiao <3wanna come over for a bit
You sighed. No response to any of your previous texts, of course, but it was something. So, despite how late it was, you made your way over to his apartment. It wasn't far off-campus, so no big deal.
You knocked on the door upon arrival and he let you in a few moments later. No hello, no kiss, just walked away. He grabbed something out of the fridge and asked if you wanted anything. You declined and sat on the couch.
Xiao sat next to you, sitting his arm on the back of the couch. Not quite on your shoulders, but you hoped that’s where he was going. You’d missed him a lot, lately. “How come you asked me over?” you asked as he sat down. “Anything special.”
He shrugged. “Not really. Just haven’t seen you in a while, is all. Sorry it’s late.”
“I don’t mind.”
The two of you sat for a while—in silence somewhere between content and uncomfortable. He was never much of a talker, but for some reason, it was worse when the only noise was the neighbors across the hall playing music you could barely hear.
“Hey,” he said, pulling his arm away from behind you to hold your face. He leaned in slightly, leaving enough room for you to pull away if you chose. Instead, you leaned in. The soda he’d been drinking mixed well with whatever chapstick he had on. When he kissed you like this, it was always soft but pleading for more. He never pushed, but if you agreed, it was a long night for you both.
His hand slid to hold the back of your neck and he slowly kissed down the other side. “Do you wanna—” he found a spot behind your ear he knew you liked, and you gasped— “head back to my room?”
You thought for a moment, before nodding. Xiao smiled, planted one more kiss on your lips, and helped you up.
Another day, you thought. Another day you could worry about all the things flying through your head. For now, you’d just enjoy your time with him.
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In Which Kalpas Spends His Life With You, And You Spend Your Life With Him
A Kalpas x reader fic crossposted on my ao3
Chapter 13 below!
You weren’t stupid. Neither was your sim. When you didn’t come back with Kalpas, she knew what had happened. While the two of them went to talk, or fight, or whatever the hell Kalpas does, your sim silently mourned.
When Kalpas came back, he immediately took you into his arms and held you as close as possible. In the past he may have yelled at you or left you to cry alone, but thousands of years together meant you two were much closer and while he certainly was angry, none of that rage was towards you.
As your tears slowed, you pulled away and wiped your face. You hadn’t noticed his mask was gone until you felt his lips press on the top of your head. It was harsh, and you head was pushed down a little with the force, but you could feel the quiet affection behind the act, and it drew a watery smile from you.
Kalpas didn’t let go of you for the rest of the day, it was his way of making sure you were still there. You were alive, and with him, and nothing was going to hurt you.
When successors came to the Elysian Realm, you stayed in the room you shared with Kalpas, not wanting to be involved. This had originally been built as a way for the Flame Chasers to carry on their legacy, and you didn’t want to get tangled up in it all.
Until a certain Herrscher came to visit.
Raiden Mei was the first Herrscher and successor that you met. It hurt you knowing that she was able to control the Honkai within her, knowing Rin could have possibly done the same. If that were the case, would Sakura have lived? Would the Flame Chasers have been able to fight back against the Honkai in the world? There was no way for you to know, but seeing mei gave you hope that the current era would have more success than the previous one.
You first heard about Mei when Kalpas came back while she was resting. Most times he didn’t deem successors worth spending the time to talk about, but he said she had beaten Elysia in a fight. This caught his attention, and he started coming back to tell you her accomplishments and how much she had pissed him off each day.
“Elysia tells me you have a girlfriend.”
“Oh?”
Mei brought you up to Kalpas for the first time after having been in the Realm for a while. She had several questions for Kalpas that he just wouldn’t answer, and she hoped that you might be a way around his refusal to cooperate.
“She told me she has a sim here too,” Mei continued.
“That Elysia doesn’t know when to shut her mouth.”
“Why does she have a sim and not anyone else, like Dr. MEI?”
“…”
“Can I meet her?”
“No. Scram, I’m done talking to you, Herrscher.”
She tried again the next week when Kalpas was in a slightly better mood.
“Klein says her sim never comes to the lounge.”
“Who’s?”
“Your girlfriend, no one will tell me her name. I assume this is some joke you all have with the successors?”
“No one has asked about her before.”
“She must be lonely then. Can I meet her?”
“You’re the one talking to sims for company, aren’t you lonely, Herrscher?”
“No—”
“Neither is she. Get lost.”
Kalpas was clearly a dead-end, so Mei tried Sakura next, though that didn’t get her much of anything.
“I heard you used to be close to Kalpas’ girlfriend,” Mei started. “How do you two talk if she never comes out here?”
“She does come out to the lounge.”
“Just not when I’m here?”
“Correct.”
“Do you think you could talk to her for me?”
“That won’t end well. Kalpas has made it clear he doesn’t want you anywhere near her.”
“That’s a bit controlling, don’t you think?
“…”
“…”
“It’s not my call.”
Sakura left and Mei was more determined than before. To her surprise, the first time you met was shortly after one of her surprise meetings with Aponia.
“Hey, you, you’re finally awake.”
“Huh?”
“Sorry, little joke.” You smiled and waved as if trying to clear the air. “I hear you’ve been asking for me? Figured you were having enough trouble with Aponia, so I should make it easy on you.”
“You’re Kalpas’ girlfriend,” Mei realized.
“I do have a name,” you scowled.
“Sorry, no one will tell me what it is.”
Pardofelis put a finger to her lips and frantically tried to hide it while stuttering when Mei looked over at her.
“Don’t worry about it. Why’d you want to see me?”
“I have some questions about Kalpas,” Mei finally stood up and quickly held her head. Visiting Aponia took a lot out of her, and it didn’t help that she probably hit her head every time she randomly blacked out.
“Ah, can’t help you there,” you shrugged giving an apologetic smile. “Listen, you seem tired. I’ll stick around the lounge for a bit, you come find me when you’re feeling better, and I’ll answer any questions I can.”
“Wait, I still don’t know your name.”
You were already gone.
The next time Mei saw you, she almost didn’t want to interrupt. Kalpas was squatting on the war-room table while you leaned against the nearby glass wall and Sakura stood with her hip leaned against the side of the table. You and Sakura were laughing at something and Kalpas seemed to be genuinely chuckling rather than giving the maniacal laugh Mei usually heard.
Sakura spotted her first, since she was facing the stairs, and Kalpas was quick to face her while you looked over almost lazily.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Mei stood a bit away, genuinely feeling bad for ruining the moment.
“Don’t worry about it, we have plenty of time to talk,” Sakura brushed off the apology and you nodded in agreement.
“How did you three meet?”
“We were all part of Cocoon,” Sakura answered. You weren’t sure how much Mei knew, and you didn’t want to give away something she wasn’t supposed to know.
“So, the three of you fought together? I’m surprised you didn’t become a Flame Chaser as well.” Mei looked over to you expectantly.
“Ah, no, I was a mechanic. Weapon and battlesuits specifically for Cocoon agents. Sakura would come in for her swords and I worked with Kalpas to build his battlesuit.”
“You made that?” Mei looked over at Kalpas, and from this angle she could definitely see the strain at the seams. He gave her a glare as if daring her to say something negative about the armor. “I can see your talent. Though it seems a bit uhh…”
You groaned and leaned your head against the wall behind you. “I chased him around for weeks trying to get him to let me adjust the pants! I swear he wore the damn things in the shower!” Sakura hid a smile behind her hand and Mei grimaced at the image.
“What’s wrong with my pants?” Kalpas growled. Sakura was hiding a full on laugh now and Mei was quick to tell him there was nothing wrong with them.
Whenever you were in the lounge Mei would seek you out (though you noted that she would go around talking to everyone in the lounge looking for even a scrap of information). You were always there with Kalpas or Sakura, and Mei called you out on it quickly.
“Don’t you feel like he’s suffocating you?”
You looked at the floor in thought.
“Sometimes. Not usually. The ‘original’ me didn’t get to spend much time with friends, I feel like I’m making up for the time she lost. Especially because she died and I know exactly how unhappy she was those last few days; I want to take advantage of every moment I get to spend with everyone.”
The next time Mei saw you it was in Helixcraft.
“I’m surprised you’re allowed here on your own,” Mei commented.
“Vill-V’s just stepped out to get some supplies Pardo left her,” you spoke without looking up. “The workshop’s been closed the whole time you’ve been here, so this is the first chance I’ve had to get some work done.” Done with that piece, you turned off the plasma torch and lifted your goggles.
“Kalpas couldn’t drag me out of here if he wanted,” you grinned. “Besides, he puts up a big talk, but he can’t actually stop me from going anywhere. I’m usually just too lazy to argue.”
The longer Mei spent in the Realm the more she noticed you talking to everyone. You were one of the few people to sit and listen to Su’s long stories, and you could regularly be found slipping water into Eden’s cup when she didn’t notice to make sure she didn’t get too drunk.
One time Mei had seen you in the lounge reading a book, when she came back from the short run, Elysia was on your lap listening to Eden and giggling while you continued reading. Another short run later, she came back to find Kalpas trying to shoo Elysia off you lap while you remained unphased. Eventually he must have given up because he picked the both of you up and placed you on his lap where you continued reading, much to Elysia’s amusement.
Despite having worked with Dr. Mobius in Cocoon, Kalpas still didn’t want you around her, and after Mei beat her, you barely interacted with her. Pardo said you were a nice person, but after several deals where you managed to haggle her down to negative prices, she knew better than to try and sell you anything. The projects you and Vill-V collaborated on were engineered to perfection, and even if they almost killed her, Mei was impressed.
Griseo knew of you, but apparently arguing with Kosma to spend time with her was such a hassle that at some point you gave up, so you rarely saw the two. Out of all the Flame Chasers, Hua was the only one you would train or spar with; you had mostly trained in hand-to-hand combat in Cocoon, so your styles matched up well. Apart from her having super strength, you two were closest in terms of fighting ability, and when she told you stories about her father, you told her tales of .
The only Flame Chaser you didn’t seem to get along with was Kevin. When Mei asked you why, you had jokingly told her it was because he was so cold, and you were used to the heat of Kalpas. Vill-V admitted you had happily helped her with several Kevin-Killers, and Sakura noted that you would make a hasty getaway whenever Kevin would enter the room. It was actually Hua who eventually told her why you hated Kevin so much.
“She doesn’t like his vibe.”
“What??” Mei was so confused.
“Hmm, how should I put this,” Hua thought for a moment. “Kevin hasn’t done anything to hurt her, but she gets the feeling he would if given the chance, I think.”
“Hurt her?”
“The two don’t see eye to eye. She thinks Kevin is upset she has a sim, but Dr. MEI doesn’t. He thinks Kalpas is a threat, and given how close the two are, she is as well. There’s plenty of space for them to avoid each other, and neither of them spends much time in the common area so it’s worked out so far.”
“Do you think he would hurt her?”
Hua took a moment to think again before responding. “…No. He’d have Kalpas and Vill-V hounding him day and night, and Elysia would pout at him for at least a week.”
“And if they weren’t an issue?”
“I don’t know what he would do, but I wouldn’t trust him if I were her, either.”
Mei decided to leave it at that.
Despite what you had said at first about not sharing information about Kalpas, you shared plenty, though most of it was unconsciously, or of his own doing. It was obvious how much he cared for you, even if he would deny it to his last breath.
Any time Mei asked him a question that rubbed him the wrong way, he would leave and immediately go to you. Any time she fought with him, you would be the first person he told about the fight, win or lose. Any time he wanted your attention, all the Flame Chasers knew better than to stand in his way.
But it was just as obvious how much you cared for him.
Any time you finished a project in Helixcraft, he was the first person you showed, and more often than not, he was the one receiving the project. Any time you had your ass handed to you by Hua, he was the one you complained to about being sore. And the few times you drank with Eden, you clung to him like a lifeline, and he would sooner cut off that arm than push you off of him.
Though the two of you may not have been able to have a life together in the previous era, there was nothing that could stop you from being together in the current era. Thousands of years had brought you close, and it would take thousands more for either of you to stop loving the other.
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I have so much I want to say, I'm sorry in advance.
First of all, thank you so much for reading this! Even if you didn't like the story, just knowing there's people interested in this topic makes me happy and motivates me to keep writing.
This last chapter is kind of just a self-insert into the Elysian Realm to make up for how upset the last chapter left me.
I realize there's never any like. Solid conversations with Kalpas, or explicitly stated affection between you two and while I'm happy with how this turned out, I wish there was some of that.
Also, remember that not memorable character I made up for no reason? Super glad I get to bring her back again for no reason
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November 😶🌫️ 2023 Monthly - Taurus
Whole of your energy: King of Wands
This could be a specific person you’re dealing with, if so they’ve betrayed you before, and they’re coming back around - you’re not sure you can trust them. This could also be you being in charge of something that you aren’t sure whether you need to “kill it”, start over somewhere else or do something else entirely, or should you just tweak something, make some changes, and keep going for it? Either story is you asking yourself if something is even worth your time, is it genuine, is it something with the potential to last? Or not. You need some perspective and answers about whatever this is, or just more proof it’s something worthwhile.
What’s going on in November:
The Magician:
You’re working towards something you dream of and hope for, or someone close to you is, but there is zero confidence in whatever this is. Whatever has happened before this period has made you feel this way in the first place, disappointed, losing steam, sad that there’s a new beginning or a new start in the first place. Wtf went wrong the first time? 10 Swords 💯 While there is an energy of self sabotage here, there’s also a major betrayal or painful ending that causes you to hesitate doing the same thing a second time and expecting different results. You may be doing it anyway, The Magician is taking action to create 10 Cups, but you have little faith it’s actually going to work. That could be working against you, if it’s up to you. If it’s someone else, it feels justified.
10 Cups:
The goal we all have, happily ever after, in whatever lane this is for you, whatever that looks like. You’re trying to create it, but there is a lot of confusion over what *it* looks like, and whether this person or thing has the potential to be that. Wheel of Fortune at the bottom could show you or this currently going through some changes. Maybe this is what you wanted, but is it now? You aren’t sure what you want anymore, combined with a lack of faith that something is even possible, due to some painful experiences. I get you changing 💯 You could simply be changing your mind, but do you have to throw the whole thing away or can you just make some changes, that seems to be where you’re at.
8 Swords:
In some cases, you could be sabotaging yourself with doubt and blocking your own progress…unintentionally. Where this is a person, or others are involved, this is all going on in your own head, you’re not communicating your thoughts, fears, or emotions with anyone at this time. Because you aren’t sure, there isn’t anything to say. You’re a lone wolf handling your own shit. The downside to that is…valuable perspective that could help you see things differently. But you might not trust that even if you had some, being a Taurus, you tend to be naturally skeptical and now it’s like you’ve actually been given a reason to be. You kinda do have to deal with this one on your own, though it’s possible to observe some comment threads of people who have been through this, quietly getting advice from strangers that get it. Spirit sends you signs if you ask & seek them out. 9 Swords at the bottom to follow the 8, your mind is constantly alive with worry and fear. Heavy Gem energy in this reading, you could have that in your chart or be dealing with one. Anxiety and racing thoughts are a daily thing.
The Chariot rev:
Zero movement, you’re blocking any progress in any direction because you just don’t feel secure about what this involves. You could be releasing tension, releasing grudges, making up with a person or deciding to move through your own hesitations with what you’re trying to create here…but you don’t. Essentially this involves returning to something that’s hurt you, 3 Swords, 10 Swords, and it causes 9 Swords at the bottom - again. I’m going to say there’s got to be a reason you hesitate, could be your own gut telling you to. I mostly see fear, not intuition, but I can’t discount it. It may just be logic to you. Strength to follow has a wolf (usually a lion), are you willing to be attacked by a wild beast? Again? Or can you “tame” it? You don’t feel confident.
Strength:
End of the month energy, you are strong in yourself, 9 Swords is at the bottom AGAIN. This is mentally taxing, you’re going to make yourself ill with stress, worry, fear, nightmares, this is constant for you. You aren’t saying anything, and you aren’t doing anything. Not in November. You’re just keeping yourself in a constant state of panic & stress. I can usually find some wisdom in the numbers, but yours are on a loop of the same things I’ve said. That is the issue here, the loop, and until you release that, you can’t move forward. Because you won’t allow it. Some of you need outside help, even a forum, anonymously, outside perspectives.
I asked for advice, I can’t just leave it like that. 6 Wands is recognition, victory, success. Hierophant at the bottom. Some of you would appreciate counseling, or someone you trust to play that role, helping you work through these worries, fears, possible trauma even. I do see healing on the horizon, that’s what’s needed here. This won’t look the same for everyone, if not counseling than help. Real help. An expert in this field, a teacher, a doctor, someone who knows wtf they’re talking about and can make you feel secure & calm your fears. So you’re not blocked anymore 💚 If a relationship, then this person needs to *commit*, and prove it, that takes time.
If this is a business, some sort of disaster has you feeling like “how can I even come back from this?”, in which case you could be speaking to a financial advisor, taking out a loan, or you *could*, and you worry about that every second of every day. If you took out a loan, could you even pay it back? Would it be a success? Or is this all the end, is it all just a sign, and you should take the loss? You need help with this, whatever it is, and you’re questioning what you even want anymore. Your color cards suggest even if you get advice, only you are going to know for sure, the final decision is yours alone.
Signs you may be dealing with:
Heavy Gemini & Leo, Virgo, Scorpio & Libra
Oracles: ✨
30 Divine Timing ⏱
How often do you feel that you want things in your life to change NOW? Not two years from not, not even two months, but: Right. This. Instant! Seldom do we see the whole picture of why our lives are unfolding the way they are. We don’t need to. What we need to do is surrender to the way things are right now. This doesn’t mean to not take action when a situation is untenable. What it means is to let your life unfold before you so that you have access to all the information, all the lessons, and all the people you will need to go where you are headed. Divine timing is at work in this situation. Try not to fight it. Instead go within during meditation and ask the questions you want answers to: “why not now?” “how can I best prepare myself?” “what lessons do I need to learn prior to the change I want to see?” You will get answers.
We enter into November as:
Shrinking Violet 😥
“I don’t trust my intuition.”
Are you retreating from a situation that could bring you success? We all abandon projects that seemingly lack merit. However, Shrinking Violet indicates you may not be trusting your intuition, which is mostly likely on target. Choose three people to ask advice from, then take their advice, throw it out the window and go with your gut. There is every indication you should complete the task at hand. Block yourself off from thoughts of what will happen at the completion stage. Stay the process, don’t worry about the ending, or results, don’t be frightened. Just continue on.
What is to be learned in November:
The Emerald Stone 🧩
“The heart knows what the eyes cannot see.”
There are times when things happen to us and no explanation is possible. Often our journey brings us full circle, leaving many of us to wonder why. The Emerald Stone is inviting you to follow through in whatever is before you. Going back is not an option. Forward movement will change your entire perspective on life - for the better. You may now be able to hear something that you have been told many times. Your reward will be a closer relationship with yourself. If Emerald Stone sparkles for you, it is with the understanding that you are now developing a new perception of things. The Stone welcomes you out of the dark and into your heart.
Green may be a lucky color 💚
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Cash App Refund - Can I Get a Refund on Cash App?
Have you ever accidentally sent money to the wrong person through Cash App? Or perhaps you've made a payment and had second thoughts about it moments later. Don't sweat it! In this blog post, we're going to delve into the world of Cash App refunds and answer all your burning questions. Whether you've made an error or simply changed your mind, we'll guide you through the process of getting a refund on Cash App. So sit back, relax, and let's unravel the mystery of cash app refunds together!
What is a Cash App Refund?
A Cash App refund refers to the process of reversing a payment made through the Cash App platform. Whether you accidentally sent money to the wrong person ob cash app or changed your mind about a transaction, getting a refund on Cash App is possible in certain circumstances.
What if The Cash App Payment Was Made To The Wrong Person?
If you've mistakenly sent money to the wrong recipient on Cash App, don't panic! While there are no guarantees, there is still hope for recovering your funds. Your best course of action is to contact the recipient directly and politely request that they return the money. Explain the situation clearly and provide any relevant details such as transaction ID or description. Hopefully, they will be understanding and cooperative.
Can I Cancel a Cash App Payment Before it's Completed?
Yes, you can cancel a pending payment on Cash App before it's completed. Simply locate the payment in your activity feed and tap on it. From there, select "Cancel" or "Refund" depending on what options are available at that time. Keep in mind that once a payment has been completed (i.e., marked as "completed" in your activity feed), cancellation may not be possible.
How Long Does it Take To Receive a Cash App Refund?
The timeframe for receiving a cash app refund varies depending on several factors such as banking institutions involved and processing times. In general, refunds can take anywhere from 1-10 business days to appear back in your account after being initiated by either yourself or the recipient of funds.
Remember: while getting a refund on Cash app is often feasible, it's important to exercise caution when sending money through any digital platform like this one. Double-check all information before confirming transactions to avoid potential headaches down the line.
What if The Cash App Payment Was Made To The Wrong Person?
It can happen to anyone: you accidentally send a payment on Cash App to the wrong person. Maybe you mistyped their username or selected the wrong contact in your phone. Whatever the case may be, it's important to know what steps you can take to rectify this situation.
Don't panic! While it may seem like a major setback, there are options available for getting your money back. However, timing is crucial here. If the recipient has already accepted and withdrawn the funds, it becomes more challenging to recover them.
The first thing you should do is reach out directly to the person who received your payment by mistake. Explain the situation politely and ask them if they would be willing to refund your money. In some cases, people are understanding and cooperative.
If that doesn't work or if you're unable to contact them, don't worry - there's still hope. Contact Cash App support as soon as possible and provide them with all relevant information about the transaction: date, amount sent, recipient's details, etc.
Cash App will then investigate your claim and determine if a refund can be issued. It's worth noting that while they strive for quick resolutions, refunds may not always be guaranteed depending on various factors such as timing and circumstances surrounding the transaction.
Remember that prevention is key when using Cash App or any other digital payment platform. Always double-check usernames or contact information before hitting that send button!
In summary,
- Accidentally sending a payment on Cash App happens but it’s possible to resolve.
- Try reaching out directly to request a refund from the mistaken recipient.
- If unsuccessful or unable to contact them immediately contact Cash App support.
- Provide all necessary transaction details for their investigation.
- Keep in mind that refunds aren’t guaranteed but depend on multiple factors.
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Someday | F.H
Paring: Five Hargreeves X Wife!Reader
Summary: The Handler kidnaps Five’s wife in hopes of him coming for her, yet he never does.
Request: Well I'd like to order a FiveXWifeReader but I'm afraid you're full of orders and I don't want to get in the way🤧
She sighed, “ This is bloody exhausting, ya’ know? “
“ Well, maybe if you hadn’t abandoned the commission, this wouldn’t be happening, Mrs.Hargreeves. “ The older woman spoke.
The eighteen-year-old girl was tied to a chair. It had been approximately five years since her and Five’s last run-in with the commission after doomsday in 1963. Why they had decided to get them back on their side is unknown.
“ So Y/n, how does it feel? “ The adult woman taunted, “ Your taunting doesn’t work on me. “ Y/n retorted with boredom.
Nonetheless, the adult woman held a glass of whiskey, “ Whiskey? You have absolutely no taste. “ Y/n commented, and the woman rose her eyebrow, “ Really now? What would you prefer? Rum? Perhaps moonshine? “
“ Vodka, straight. “ Y/n snapped, “ What a tough cookie you are. “ The Handler cooed.
“ I’m not thirteen anymore. “ The young girl replied, “ It appears so. “ The Handler stated.
Y/n scoffed quietly, “ What’s the plan here? Why have you kidnapped me instead of one of your pawns? “
“ Well, hun, you know more than anyone that this task isn’t easy. It’s easiest for me to get this job done myself. “ The commission superior answered, “ In case you’ve forgotten, I willingly did this. “ Y/n informed.
“ I know. You did it to protect your precious Five and your sibling in-laws. What brilliant timing of mine. “ She boasted inconspicuously, “ Ah, so that was your plan. Get me at a moment where I’d willingly let you have me. So smart. “ Y/n rolled her eyes as the sarcastic comment rolled off her tongue.
The Handler winked at her, causing her to scoff again. Getting kidnapped wasn’t necessarily on her to-do list, but Five needed time, and she couldn’t let his siblings get hurt. Truthfully, getting kidnapped by the Handler wasn’t torture. It was just irritating with the constant belittling comments.
It was a tedious thing to go through. Five wasn’t around when she did it. Otherwise, the Handler would’ve been shot dead by now. How she managed to come back after the barn incident, she knew not. What she did know was she was threatening her husband's siblings.
The Handler paced with her cup of whiskey, “ What's it like? “
“ Pardon? “
“ What’s it like being married to him? “ The commission superior queried, “ That’s none of your concern. “ Y/n snapped.
“ Does drinking make you sentimental? “ The Hargreeves girl narrowed her eyes, “ And for what’s it’s worth, Five and I are just fine. “
The Handler pondered, “ So where is he? “
“ Hell, if I know. I’m only here because I wasn’t letting you take Claire. “ Y/n replied, “ What is the little girl to you? “
“ Five’s niece. “ She answered, “ His pride and joy. “
“ Do I hear bitterness? “ The Handler teased, “ No, you don’t, you blithering idiot. “ Y/n retorted, annoyed.
Hours went by of annoying banter that, frankly, Y/n didn’t have time for. It would only be a matter of time before Five noticed her disappearance. The last thing he needed on his mind at the moment was the reappearance of the Handler. So when the commission superior left, Y/n began her escape.
The girl flicked a knife from her back pocket, “ You’d think for a commission superior she’d be a tad bit smarter. “ Y/n rolled her eyes as she cut off her restraints.
Even the assassins who had kidnapped her beforehand took her knife off her. Maybe they just knew her better. Since the apocalypse, Y/n always had a knife or some form of sharp object in her back left pocket. It was something she nicked from Diego in the apocalypse. She never told Five where it came from.
So when Diego was almost hit with one of his knives while fighting her after arriving in 2019, he was astonished. Her aim was impeccable and seamless. Possibly better than Diego’s. Nevertheless, a sharp object was always on her person.
Running out of the motel and towards the academy was easy. All that walking she did really came in handy when needing to stay in shape. Despite being a master at her power– telekinesis, she still trained countless days. Five and her would spar. An activity that kept them together.
Knocking on the wooden door to the academy, a nine-year-old girl opened the door, “ Auntie Y/n! “ She yelled, hugging her aunt tightly, “ Hey sweet. “ Y/n replied.
“ So, where have you been? “ A male voice queried, making her look up, and Claire let go, “ We can talk about it later, I promise. “ Y/n replied, not wanting to talk about it in front of Claire.
He sighed, “ Fine. “
“ Thanks, love. “ Y/n smiled gratefully, “ Yeah, whatever. Claire, you should go see the cookies Grace made. “ Five smiled softly at the little girl.
“ Okay. “ Claire responded, walking away.
Once she was out of eyesight, Five embraced his wife closely, “ I was worried. “ His voice held so much concern and love it made her heart melt, “ I tried to be fast. “ She answered.
“ What happened? “
And so she explained everything. From top to bottom, she informed him on everything she learned, which wasn’t too much but enough to know for now. But when she brought up the fact she went willingly, the look in his eye was not one any person would want to cross.
“ She threatened to take Claire. Or one of your siblings. So I went willingly. I watched her tie my hands and tie me to a chair. “ Y/n informed, “ You voluntarily decided to get kidnapped to save my family? “ Five questioned, not meeting her eyes any longer.
She shrugged, “ Perhaps. “
“ You choose the right woman. “ Diego announced from the steps, and Five had a prideful smile present, “ Don’t get too full of yourself, Hargreeves. “ Y/n replied, playfully walking away towards the kitchen.
“ What's it like? “ Diego questioned his brother, “ Excuse me? “ Five responded.
Diego turned to look at Y/n and Claire in the kitchen, “ What’s it like being married to her? “
“ Well, it’s- “ Five couldn’t find the right words, “ It’s like coffee. “
“ The meaning is? “ Number two inquired, “ Well, some days it’s like hot and cold others it could be warm. It depends on the day and how the person feels. “ Five answered.
It was silent for a minute as Five watched Y/n happily talk with Claire about something. She looked absolutely stunning. Her eyes shined as Claire spoke passionately about the topic. Maybe that’s why she liked Y/n so much, because she listened to her no matter the subject.
Diego swallowed, “ Do you want kids? “
The question took Five a long moment to ponder. He wasn’t expecting that question in the slightest. Sometimes he forgets that he’s already lived his life and is still mentally sixty-three. Sometimes he prefers to act like an actual eighteen-year-old.
“ Someday. “
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Run For Your Life
Title: Run For Your Life
Requested by: @phoenixqueen07 Thanks for the request! I hope this lives up to your expectations, if not then I'm really sorry. Tell me what you think!
Word Count: 8,000
Warnings: None
Summary: You've dedicated your whole life to fixing things, but after eight hundred years, you've finally come to learn that some things just can't be fixed. Maybe it's better to keep things from being broken. || Klaus x reader || Here lies my Masterlist
Your phone was ringing. A common occurrence, to be sure, but rather annoying at three AM. You checked the number before answering but your screen flashed with the word: UNKNOWN. You didn't think much of it, however, as receiving calls from strangers was part of your job. Although, if it was Greta again you might actually set something on fire. The poor woman had dementia and a tendency to call at outrageous hours to ask where her husband went. You understood that such behavior wasn't her fault, but your patience was not unlimited and her husband had been dead for three years. Needless to say, you weren't in the mood to have that conversation again. Clearing your throat, you tapped the green button and lifted the device to your ear.
"Hello, you've reached Dr. Y/N Y/L/N. How may I help you?" You said in as cheery a tone as you could manage at such an hour.
"Hello, love."
You froze upon hearing the voice on the phone. Well, it wasn't Greta, though now you wished that was the case. No, this caller was infinitely worse. A chill crept down your spine as you got up and moved to the window. Pushing back the curtain just a fraction, you glanced around your secluded property for any sign of movement. A thousand questions raced through your head. Had he found you? Did he know where you were? How could he? You had been so careful. Why was he calling you? Why now? Had he finally decided your eternal suffering wasn’t worth his effort? Was he just going to kill you? A painfully sharp sense of dread flooded through you, but you would rather take a walk through the Australian Outback without your daylight ring than let him know how terrified you really were.
"How did you get this number?" You asked in a tone colder than ice. It wasn’t hard to achieve, you’d had eight hundred years to practice. You'd been a fool to think you could ever truly escape him.
"Oh, don't play that game, Y/N," The man chuckled. Your heart squeezed a little at the sound. "I know you're delighted to hear from me."
That almost made you want to laugh. You grimaced instead, sitting back down on your bed. "Du nicht kennst mich nicht mehr, Klaus,” You said firmly. The sharpness of your mother tongue was something of a comfort to you, though the words you spoke were lies.
“I beg to differ.” He was right. He did know you - he always would.
“How did you get this number?" You asked again, your tone unchanged.
"Well, I have my ways, love. You of all people should know that by now," He hummed. That smug smirk of his was practically audible.
You huffed, rolling your eyes, he just loved being dramatic. "Yeah, yeah whatever - nobody cares. Just tell me who squealed so I can punch their lights out."
"If you must know, it was a certain young vampire by the name of Alyson," He supplied somewhat reluctantly. "Know her?"
"Alyson?" You scoffed, getting out of bed and pulling on a robe as you headed downstairs. "Oh, come on! That's not even an achievement, the kid can't keep her mouth shut to save her life."
"Sounds like someone I used to know," Klaus said, his voice softening. That was something you missed. He used to sound like that more often, kind, gentle, playful even, but not anymore. Not for a while, anyway - not even for you. You bit your lip.
'No.' You reminded yourself. 'You can't do this, Y/N. You can't get your hopes up for nothing. Not again.'
"What do you want, Klaus?" You tried so hard to keep your voice from shaking and maybe it was enough. It had been a long time, maybe he'd forgotten just how well he knew you. Not likely. After all, you hadn't forgotten a single thing about him. "I know this isn't a social call."
There was a pause. And a deep breath. No, he hadn't forgotten you. Was that for better or worse? You couldn’t decide.
"You sound rather sure of that," He said, but his voice tightened almost inaudibly as if he were choking on the words because something in him didn't want to lie to you. As if something in him still cared. Maybe no one else would have noticed a thing like that, but you did, and you knew him too well to mistake what it meant.
"I am." You reached the kitchen and flicked on the lights, holding the phone with your shoulder so you could grab yourself a mug. "I know you don't call unless you want something." Raindrops tapped against the window over the sink and you leaned back against the counter, staring out at the world beyond. Your voice quieted to nearly a whisper, losing yourself in thought was one of your specialties. "I never had much to give you. But I would have given it - I always did. You just didn't trust me enough, you still don't…"
“You’re wrong,” He claimed. “You’re wrong about me.”
The corner of your lips twitched up in a wry smile. “What else is new?”
You could still remember his hands on you, crushing your arms in a vice-like grip. You remembered how terrified you were, fearing for more than just your life as those clear blue eyes that you loved so much turned black as pitch with rage.
You had been wrong to put your faith in him.
The memory made you shiver. You never would have survived Klaus' paranoid wrath if not for Elijah. He had saved you and you had been hiding ever since. It wasn't long after that before Klaus descended completely into madness.
Klaus sighed. "I do trust you," He promised.
"But not enough." You gave a tight-lipped smile, even though he couldn't see. Maybe especially because he couldn't.
"Well, now is too late," You muttered, teeth clenched. "It's about fifty years too late. So what do you want?"
"I was wrong, Y/N. I was wrong to doubt you. I see that now," He admitted.
"I know I wasn't-"
You cut him off. "No, Klaus." You shook your head. "Don't even start."
Klaus sighed. "If you would just listen-"
"I've listened before."
"Y/N-" The way he said your name made you want to give in, but you didn't have it in you to bear any more torment on his behalf.
"I'm not doing this again," You said firmly.
"It's different this time," He claimed. You could hear as he began to pace so you counted his steps, listening for the timbre of them to determine the size of the space he walked. Fourteen steps, but he always leaves one step length from him to any wall. The floor he paced across creaked softly with a tell-tail scraping you knew only came from intense sunlight and humidity. The windows of the room were open, and from outside came the sound of Jazz. He was in his studio, in the Abattoir, in New Orleans.
"Klaus, please-" You sighed, setting down your mug. "-just don't. I don't want to go through this again." He didn't listen, not that you expected him to.
"I know it's been far too long, but I've finally fixed things," He insisted, "I killed Mikael, I broke the bloody curse, and my siblings walk as free and bothersome as birds! You said-" He stopped, his voice tightening. "You said you'd come back - said you'd come home… Why do you stay away?"
"You know why," You sighed. "Face it. We're a chipped cup, Klaus. Not broken enough to mend - too bothersome to be used."
"But you've always been so good at mending things."
You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, fighting away tears. "Tell me what you want or I'm hanging up."
"Please, Y/N-"
"You have five seconds."
"Wait-"
"Five."
"Love, I'm not-"
"Four."
"Fine!" Klaus let go of another sigh. "I require your expertise and professional assistance here in New Orleans," He said, clearly put out with your mandate.
You raised a brow. "You are the antithesis to everything I work towards, in what possible situation could you require my help professionally?"
"Well, I seem to have gotten myself into a bit of trouble…" He trailed off and you could tell he was smiling. The meaning of his statement was pretty clear.
"Oh, I hate magic," You grumbled, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Is it a boy or a girl?"
Klaus just laughed. "Hayley, the mother, thinks it's a girl. Do you think you could spare the time?"
You frowned. "No."
"No?" He questioned. "I thought it was against your oath to refuse someone in need of aid."
"That's the thing, I don't believe you need me," You replied. "If you need a doctor, there are plenty in New Orleans."
"But none that I trust," He countered. "You are the best there is to be had in the field of medicine. It is your assistance that I want and yours alone that I need." He had a point. After all, how many other doctors would be able to handle the delivery of a magical miracle baby? You would guess very few, but add 'Mikaelson Friendly' to that requirements list and you really were just about the only choice. "I promise to keep all proceedings strictly professional, including payment if that's what you want. I'll even give you that Monet you love so much," He offered.
You cursed under your breath. He knew you so well. "Deal."
***
You shoved open the doors of the Abattoir and strode to the center of the courtyard. The only person around was a young brunette who studied you with a cautious gaze. One whiff of the scent coming off her and you could tell she was a wolf, not that something so trivial bothered you, of course. Normally, you would have greeted her but you weren't here to socialize, you just wanted to get things over with so you could grab that Monet and go home. Despite the urgency that Klaus had insisted on over the phone, no one was waiting to greet you, so you did the only thing you could.
"YO! 'LIJAH! WHEREFORE ART THY REAR END?" You shouted into the depths of the house. You had always taken pride in your ability to shout obscenely loud when you wanted to.
"What the actual hell was that?" The wolf-girl asked, staring at you as if you were crazy. You smirked and shot her a wink. Of course, there was no real need to raise your voice seeing as the whole family had supernatural hearing, but it got your point across rather well and you had always enjoyed being a little bit obnoxious - it was just one of those little things that brought you immense joy, especially upon seeing Elijah's expression when he appeared at the top of the stairs a moment later.
"That, my dear Hayley, was a very old joke and an extremely effective method of garnering my attention," He said with a slight huff, sending you a reprehensive look. You wiggled your fingers in a little wave.
"Nice suit, braveheart."
Elijah's playfully annoyed expression melted into a fond smile as he reached the bottom of the stairs and opened his arms for a hug. You skipped over to him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, being sure to give him a firm clap on the back. "It's a pleasure seeing you again, lítill heilari," He said.
"You too," You agreed.
"I've missed you every day." He pulled away, his dark eyes full of an older brother's concern. "For far too many days," He added. You bit your lip and looked away, nodding. "I called you for months yet you never answered. I feared Niklaus had, in his anger, found you and done something unfathomable…" He placed a hand on your shoulder, urging you to meet his gaze. You did and instantly felt guilt weighing on your heart. "You had me worried sick. Could you not have, at the very least, let me know you were alright?"
"I'm sorry, 'Lijah," You muttered, twisting your fingers together. "Really, I am. But I just- I needed time a-and a little space. I needed to sort things out."
"And did you?" He asked, raising a brow.
"Yeah." You nodded. "I'm a lot better."
"That's good to hear."
"So am I forgiven?" You asked with a tentative smile.
Elijah chuckled. "Of course, lítill heilari."
"Alright!" You grinned, rubbing your hands together eagerly. "Where's my next victim!"
The wolf-girl's eyes flew as wide as saucers and she took a step away from you, clearly disturbed. Elijah just rolled his eyes at your usual antics, wrapping a comforting arm around the girl's shoulders before she could run for the hills.
"This lovely young woman is Miss. Hayley Marshall of the Crescent Wolf Pack here in New Orleans, she's the reason Niklaus requested your help," He said.
You rolled your eyes at the mention of your ex but extended your hand to the brunette. "Guten Tag, Fräulein halbmondwolf. Ich bin Y/N. Wie geht es dir und was ist deine Lieblingskäsesorte?" You asked in your mother tongue.
"Is she, uh… Is she threatening me or saying hello?" Hayley asked under her breath. "I didn't take German in high school. Is that German? It sounds like German…"
Elijah sighed, shaking his head. "Hayley, this eccentric woman is Y/N Y/LN. She asked after your wellbeing, and your favorite type of cheese," He informed her.
"Oh." She nodded and glanced back at you wearily. "Well, like he said I'm Hayley Marshall, um, I'm doing alright, I guess - as well as I can, all things considered…" Elijah nodded, urging her to continue. "And, uh, I guess my favorite type of cheese is probably - I dunno - Cheddar?"
"Really?" You wondered. "You look like more of a parmesan girl to me, but alright." You shrugged. "Fyi, I speak perfect English, but I totally forgot the word for cheese just now and I do that quite a lot, so be ready. But hey, it works out 'cause I like to know my patients and I like them to know me. So now I know you have very American tastebuds and you know my native language, we're cool!"
Hayley blinked. "O-okay… and you're sure you're a doctor?" She asked, swallowing deeply.
"Uh-huh, yeah." You grinned at her but her apprehension didn't fade. In fact, if not for Elijah, you were pretty sure she would have taken another step back.
"Y/N," Elijah said with a warning in his tone. "Quit trying to frighten the poor woman." He turned to the wolf, speaking reassuringly. "I assure you, Hayley, although her bedside manner is deplorable, you will not find a being more qualified to assist in your situation than Dr. Y/L/N. She's been practicing medicine since the field was invented-"
"And before, actually!" You chimed in.
"- and before," He agreed, nodding. "I know you do not trust my brother's judgment, but you can trust me when I say that this woman is one of the finest I've had the pleasure of knowing and that she would die before letting the slightest harm come to you or your child."
She pursed her lips and glanced up at you as if for confirmation, moving her hand to rest absentmindedly over her slightly rounded belly.
You dropped a wink and nodded, but kept your tone soft and reassuring. "Yeah, I know. I'm just awesome like that." Then you turned back to Elijah, frowning slightly. "Speaking of your family, where are blond one and blonde two?"
"Nik's out - thought that might be best, so you're welcome. I broke a nail trying to force him out the door," A voice declared upon entering. Your eyes were drawn to Rebekah's impeccable fashion sense as she strolled through a door on your right.
"Hey, Bex." You grinned. "Nice shoes."
"Thanks," She preened. "I'd say the same, except you're wearing Crocs."
You shrugged. "They're comfy."
"They're a crime is what they are," Rebekah scoffed, rolling her eyes. Then she smiled. "Hey, Y/N/N."
Your own smile faltered. "Minus the big bad wolf, I just- I can't believe this is really everybody." You sighed. "I know I never met him, but I'm really sorry about Finn. A-and then when I - when I heard about Kol…" You shook your head, biting your lip. "I-I was devastated. I'm so sorry, you guys."
Rebekah glanced away and her older brother just nodded, trying to smile. "As am I, dearest Y/N. I know how close the two of you were, and I regret not making the effort to inform you of his unfortunate passing in person, but events got out of hand rather quickly and required my attention."
You frowned, narrowing your eyes. "Don't say that."
He raised a brow. "What?"
"Don't say that," You repeated. "Don't say 'unfortunate passing' as if it was some sort of accident. He was murdered, Elijah. Kol was murdered. My best friend, your little brother, was murdered, and not only did I have to hear about that through the grapevine, but imagine my surprise when I found out that you guys didn't do a flipping thing about it! I mean, if not for my Hippocratic oath, I would have beat the responsible party to a pulp."
"Y/N-" Rebekah started. You cut her off.
"No! I'm not finished, this goes for you too, Bex. I wasn't intending on this, but it really wouldn't be a reunion if I wasn't lecturing you guys about something, so buckle the frick up and get ready."
The siblings shared a glance and nodded before turning their attention back to you.
"What the hell guys?" You demanded, moving your hands to your hips. "I'm gone for all of - what's it been, 50 years? - and everything goes to actual waschbärkot! I mean, I know Kol was a right nasty piece of work sometimes, but he is - was - still your brother! When we met you guys, you were everything Axel and I ever wanted. Yeah, life sucked and nobody bathed, but you guys found the happiness you could. You guys worked together, you sang together, you played together, you laughed together! You guys were a family!"
You remembered those days, they felt like so long ago.
Present Day Poland, 1322
You barreled down the dim corridor, heart pounding, legs pumping, the folds of your dress whipping around your ankles as you dashed after your brother at full speed. "AXEL!" You hollered, grinding your teeth. "GIVE IT BACK, YOU WEASEL!"
Your younger brother by a mere fourteen minutes glanced over his shoulder and cackled, out of breath but still laughing like the fiendish scoundrel he was. "Oh, you want this, do you?" He called back to you, waving the simple bracelet of woven cord over his head. "Come and get it!"
"AXEL! I WILL BITE OFF YOUR TOES!" You shrieked.
"Better do it quick then-" He taunted, ducking through another tight turn. "-else I'll give it to Kol!"
"AXEL!" You whined. He had gotten a head start, it wasn't fair. "Niklaus gave that to me!"
Your brother merely laughed and dashed down another servant's corridor. You followed and gasped at the ray of sunlight shining at the end of the hall. Axel sprinted towards it as fast as he could, knowing what waited beyond. You growled and pushed yourself to move faster. Bursting from the hall and into the blinding afternoon light of the castle grounds, you made a mad grab for Axel's shirt but he skipped just out of your reach. You stumbled and tripped over the hem of your dress, landing in the grass. While you recovered, Axel raced for where a dark-haired boy sat reading a book with the rest of his family about twenty paces away.
"Kol!" He shouted.
"What the- Ouch!" The boy lifted his head only to get hit in the face when your brother tossed him the stolen bracelet. Axel reached him and grabbed his wrist, pulling him up and shoving him forward. You got to your feet and started towards them.
"AXEL! DON'T YOU DARE!"
"She's angry! Take it and run!" He laughed.
Kol glanced back at you and a grin spread across his face. "Oh dear, Y/N. It would be a shame if this little trinket were to - shall we say - inexplicably end up at the bottom of the lake…" He jeered.
"No!" You cried. "Give it back!"
"Catch me if you can!" He called. He turned on his heel and took off running. You knew he wasn't going anywhere close to as fast as he could, he was just playing with you.
"Rebekah!" You whined, striding up to her seat. "They're teaming up on me!"
"Come now, Kol," His sister warned, hardly even looking up from her book. "Give the bracelet back or I'll pummel you with my shoe."
"Never!"
She turned back to you and shrugged. "Forgive me, Y/N. I tried," She said, holding back a laugh.
You huffed, turning to the next family member. "Niklaus, Axel took my bracelet and now he and your knave of a brother refuse to give it back," You said, giving him your best doe-eyes. He would give in, he always had.
Niklaus and his family had strolled through the mighty gates of Ordensburg Marienburg when you and your twin brother were nearing the end of your fifteenth summer. The two of you had lived within the towering walls of the castle-fortress for as long as you could remember, serving first as indentured servants and later as apprentices to the palace healer. You had never strayed from the grounds nor seen the world that lived just beyond the fortress walls, so the arrival of such strangers fascinated you. It was a rather dreary day, thus you and Axel had been assigned to stoke the fires roundabout the castle - a task which granted you a decent view of the unexpected guests. Rebekah had caught you watching from the window and had waved, an act which surprised you as you and Axel were merely servants and thus went largely ignored by the lords and ladies that visited. However, it was the man standing next to her that caught your eye. There was something strange about him that made you curious - curious enough to follow him through the castle for days via the servant's tunnels. It wasn't long before he caught onto you and you used those ever-effective doe-eyes to plead for his forgiveness. He hadn't hit you as you had expected, instead, he had laughed and even introduced you to his siblings.
Years had passed and you had grown rather close to all of them. Yet it was still Klaus who you were most interested in. He painted the most spectacular pictures of a world you had never seen - places far beyond the castle walls. After finishing your chores, you would sit for hours just to watch him paint. You were nineteen now and had successfully managed to keep your admiration of him a secret, or so you thought.
Niklaus looked up with a fond smile. "Would you like me to get it back for you?"
"Yes, please." You giggled.
"Very well." He stood and pressed an endearing kiss to your forehead before flashing you a grin and moving to pursue. "KOL! GET BACK HERE!" He sprinted across the lawn and grabbed his brother by the legs. Kol crashed to the ground with a yelp, laughing as he called out for Axel's help to escape. After a solid five minutes of pushing and tripping one another, Klaus finally managed to pin both your brother and his, wrestling the bracelet from Kol's grip.
"Thank you, Nik," You said, holding your hand out for the trinket. A mischievous smile spread across his face.
"Oh, I wouldn't thank me yet, love. I worked rather hard to get this back… I think I might just have to keep it." He smirked and you narrowed your eyes at him. "Looks like you shall just have to catch me if you want it back."
Then he too took off with your bracelet.
"You are all unscrupulous animals!" You laughed, chasing after him. All supernatural enhancements aside, Klaus still had a significant advantage over you seeing as his legs were much longer. He was teasing you, allowing you to come within reach before dancing away just as you dove to snatch the bracelet.
"Nearly there, love!" He laughed, holding the keepsake just out of your reach. Your attempts clearly weren't working; it was time to change things up. You went for his legs, grappling his knees and shoving him to the side with your shoulder. Clearly not used to his own strategies being used against him, he cried out in surprise and fell to the ground.
You barked a laugh and dove for the bracelet again. "Give." You straddled his waist in an attempt to keep him down, swatting his arm as he tried to push you away. "That." You seized his wrist and pulled it towards you, using all your strength against none of his. "Back!"
Klaus stopped moving and you froze, glancing up. He grinned, then the world flipped and you were the one lying in the grass. He smiled down at you with a playful glint in his eyes, and now that you could compare them, you found that his eyes really were the same bright shade as the sky above. You gasped sharply as he pinned your wrists above your head, smirking with the smugness of a very satisfied wolf while allowing the bracelet to dangle from his finger tauntingly. You didn't even look at it, your mind was rather preoccupied with the compromising position in which you had suddenly found yourself. Though you had always been content to admire his stunning features from afar, you had never guessed you might be blessed with the opportunity to admire him up close. Especially not this close.
"Dirty pull, love," He chuckled. All you could do was nod, eyes wide and thoughts racing. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I like it. But you'll have to be faster than that."
He rolled off of you and dashed away again, leaving you stunned and unable to move. Until you heard a loud wolf whistle from Axel followed by a string of profanity from Kol.
"If this keeps up I'll have another brother by the end of the month!" Rebekah exclaimed.
"Ah, Lord Axel… I quite like the sound of that," Your brother said, elbowing her.
She rolled her eyes. "Y/N, please refrain from marrying Nik!" She called out. "Not that I wouldn't love to have you as a sister, but your brother is a scoundrel and the last thing this family needs is another Kol in it."
Your cheeks burned at their teasing and you quickly stood up, brushing yourself off.
"As if anyone could replace me," Kol scoffed.
"Of course we could never replace you, brother," Elijah said, finally joining the conversation. "Your ego takes up far too expansive a space for anyone else to fill."
You tuned them out and focused on trying to find where Niklaus had run off to with your bracelet. Your eyes scanned the grounds but found no sign of him.
A sharp whistle sounded from a far way to your right, and you whipped your head towards the sound. There, balancing atop the fortress's towering wall, stood Niklaus, smirking at you challengingly. You cast a worried glance from the castle to its massive wall, debating your next choice. It was against palace rules for servants or apprentices to leave the castle grounds without explicit permission, on the other hand, you despised losing with a passion. That was one thing you loved about Klaus, he was always challenging you to keep up.
Against your better judgment, you scanned the area for anyone who might squeal before closing your eyes to focus. Backing up a couple of steps, you ran and leaped into the air. Getting the timing right was the hardest part, but you whispered the incantation Kol had taught you just as you reached the apex of your jump. The air around you swirled akin to a horse spurred into motion and you shot into the air, landing atop the wall a moment later.
Klaus stood a few feet away from you, a little bit dumbfounded. You smirked at him.
"Did Kol teach you that?" He asked, smiling with what you hoped was pride for your accomplishment.
"Yes, but for once I mastered it before Axel did." Your brother was always more adept with magic than you were. He was a quick study in just about anything, really.
"That is spectacular, love," Klaus complemented. You beamed. "I do, however, have another question."
"Yes?"
"How do you plan to get down?"
You shook the memory away and sniffed, wiping at a tear as it slid down your cheek.
"Where did that family go? Why did you guys turn your backs on eachother so completely? Because you disagreed?" You asked. You truly didn't understand, holding grudges just wasn't in your nature. You turned to the blond.
"Bekah, do you remember when you would go out into the fields around Ordensburg and pick flowers all day long, because those were the most beautiful flowers you'd ever seen?"
"Yes," She nodded quietly, blinking away tears. "I especially loved the violets."
You smiled. "And do you remember when you'd come back in the evening and sit in front of the fire while Kol braided those violets into your hair so you'd look that much more beautiful dancing that night?" She nodded again, and you turned to her older brother. "And Elijah, don't you remember the hours you and Kol spent translating Norse to German just so you two could perform that ridiculous song for my birthday? Axel and I laughed so hard we almost passed out! I mean, Nick actually had to-" You caught the looks on their faces at the mention of the hybrid. You stopped and sighed, shaking your head. The past was the past and you needed to remember that.
"Look, I know what Niklaus did to you guys - I know he's just been getting worse. But that's his problem, it's on him. It's not on you, it's on him! You can't allow his actions to ruin you and your relationship as brother and sister, because I don't know if you've noticed, but you're all you got now. You only get one family, that's it! When it's gone, it's gone!" You closed your eyes and lowered your head. "Please, meine liebsten freunde… Elijah, Rebekah, please, I'm begging you, please just cherish each other. Take care of one another, please. I-I've already-" You sucked in a breath, blinking rapidly to stop the tears from falling. "I've already lost Axel - I already lost my family - don't make me lose you too."
When you finished, Rebekah immediately tackled you in a very teary hug. "We love you too, Y/N!" She said, half crying and half laughing.
"You bet your pants, you do," You mumbled, trying to cover the fact that you'd been bawling your eyes out.
"All of the things from Kol's room are in the attic if you'd like to go through them," Elijah offered, clearing his throat. "I'm sure there's some things he'd like you to have."
"Thanks, 'Lijah." You nodded, sending him a small smile. "But business first. Poor Hayley's been standing here looking like an elementary schooler watching their friend's parents fight." You eyed the wolf with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, bout' that."
She waved her hand. "It's fine."
"Oh good." You clapped your hands. "Now then! Everybody who isn't carrying the person-equivalent of a Zonkey can leave."
Rebekah rolled her eyes and gave you one last hug. "I've missed you, Y/N."
"Me too, Bex." You laughed. "Now get out of here before I make you!" She and Elijah left, going back to their respective activities and you rounded on Hayley. "Ready?"
"Not really," She admitted.
"It's just a physical and a check up, you'll be fine!" You reassured her. "I promise I won't even use the leeches this time."
The girl threw her head back and laughed as you guided her to sit down before pulling out a blood pressure cuff and a stethoscope out of your bag along with an assortment of vials and needles. Hayley's eyes fell on the needles and she stiffened, eyeing them with fear. You were quick to notice this and squeezed her hand comfortingly.
"Scared of needles?" You asked.
"No," She said, shaking her head. "I just… really don't like them."
"Yeah, sorry but I am gonna have to draw a bit of blood. But don't be embarrassed about it, fräulein. Needles freak me out too." You chuckled.
"But… you're a doctor?"
"Uh huh."
"A-and a vampire…"
"Ja."
Hayley shook her head, raising a brow. "So how-"
You grinned at her. "Back in my day, we didn't have needles," You joked, shrugging. "It was an irrational fear when needles were introduced; yet, that fear has become no less irrational over time and I have become no less afraid."
"Speaking of being irrational…" She raised a brow at you pointedly.
"What?" You asked, wrapping the blood pressure cuff around her arm.
"You and Klaus?" She pressed.
You glanced up, surprised. "Was it that obvious?"
"Nah - I mean, it was but Rebekah told me before you got here."
"Wait a second, what did she say?" You asked, raising a weary brow. This could either be really good or really bad.
"I think she called you, uh, 'The Ex To End All Ex's' or something like that?" Hayley admitted a little sheepishly.
You snorted. "Okay, wow. That's… I mean it definitely explains why you were so skittish! Bekah over here just casually making me sound like World War One." You shook your head, grinning. "You probably thought I was some sort of psycho!"
"You kind of are," She pointed out, chuckling.
"True," You agreed. "Yeah, Klaus and I were a thing for a long time."
"I got that part," Hayley said. "But I just… How? How does someone like - well, just - like you fall in love with someone like him?"
"Someone like me? Is that a compliment or an insult?" You wondered. You honestly couldn't tell.
The wolf's eyes widened a little and she shook her head frantically. "No, no! It's a compliment!"
You narrowed your eyes playfully. "You sure? 'Cause I hate to say it but…" You eyed her belly pointedly.
Hayley's cheeks reddened. "Oh, hell no! Klaus and I aren't… We-we aren't-"
"I gotcha, fräulein. I see stuff like this every day, and chef don't judge-" You waved a hand and smirked. "-however, you and Elijah giving each other heart-eyes all over the place is kinda hard to miss."
The wolf looked like someone out of a cartoon with how her jaw dropped almost to the floor. You giggled as she attempted to compose herself. “I-I just meant that you-you’re so…”
“Charming? Witty? Adorable?”
Hayley shook her head. “Kind,” She murmured. “You’re kind, a-and generous but it’s not… It’s not like it’s an act for you - sometimes from Elijah, it feels like an act - but not you. With you, it’s warm an-and real. But Klaus he-” She stopped and bit her lip, looking up at you with a worried expression. “You seem like the sort of person he would tear to shreds.”
“And he did.” You stopped what you were doing and looked up at her with a kind smile. "Can I tell you a story?" You asked.
Haley nodded and you smiled, getting back to work and talking as you did.
"My twin brother Axel and I were born in 1317 in the walled fortress-city of Ordensburg Marienburg in what’s now Poland. My mother died in childbirth and my father of plauge not seven summers later. When we were old enough to understand why our parents died, we vowed to save as many others as we could. The palace physician was a friend of our father’s and we apprintaced under him for many years. Axel and I were good at our jobs and we were happy, people said we had a gift. It wasn’t until Klaus and his family arrived that me and my brother discovered that we were, in fact, witches. We were merely fourteen summers at the time and clearly no threat, so seeing as we couldn't be compelled, the Mikaelsons became our protectors of sorts - our friends…”
Poland, 1322
“Your brother is intolorable,” You huffed, throwing yourself down onto a cushioned sofa in the room Niklaus had long since claimed as his studio. If you had done a thing like that before the Mikaelson’s had claimed you as a friend, you probably would have been beaten.
“Generally, yes, but such is the nature of being Kol.” Klaus glanced at you over his shoulder and smirked before resuming his painting. “What’s he done now?”
“He helped Axel jinx my comb,” You grumbled.
“Am I to assume by your tone that you can’t reverse the charm?” He hummed, touching up some details on a spectacular depiction of what he called Aurora Borialis. At the bottom of the painting, you could catch a glimpse of sleek grey fur. You sighed; he was painting wolves again.
“It’s not my fault that the counter curse is infinitely more difficult than the original charm!” You exclaimed, tossing your hands in the air. “Why is Axel so much more gifted at magic than I?”
Klaus chuckled slightly and slipped his paintbrush into pitcher of water resting on the table beside him. He moved to sit beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I may not be able to answer that with assurity, however, your brother cannot tell the difference between peppermint and poison oak. You would do well to remember that,” He said. You blushed and looked away.
“Thank you,” You said. “Your artwork is beautiful as always.”
He leaned in and kissed your cheek. “Not as beautiful as you.”
“Klaus was different back then,” You sighed. “They all were. He made the most beautiful pictures of places I'd never seen and I liked just sitting and watching him paint. Although I was young, I could see the sadness he carried. We didn't talk much at the beginning - I think he found me annoying - but years passed and that changed. I was twenty when he told me about his life, about how he felt trapped within his own skin, about how ashamed he felt regarding his mother's infidelity, about how terrified he was that his siblings might one day decide to leave him behind because of that, and about his father who was hunting them all like animals. They didn't deserve that."
You shook your head to yourself and huffed a laugh.
"I knew what he was,” You told Hayley. “I just didn’t care. I've always seen the best in people, it's just who I am, and in him I saw the artist of those beautiful pictures of places I'd never seen. I saw a person who had a lot of love to give, a person who was trying really hard to find his place in the world outside the ones he painted, and I fell in love with him. We were happy… for a while anyway."
"What happened then?" Hayley asked softly, leaning forward in her seat. Your eyes darkened and your expression turned grim.
"Mikael came."
Poland, 1322
There had been no warning.
By the time you realized what was happening, it was already too late. People were screaming, some were dead, and your home was on fire. You dashed though the halls, searching desprately for Klaus - for anyone. The ceiling of the castle’s grand halls were falling apart as vicious flames turned mighty wood to ash. Yet, you couldn’t give up searching for the family you had found. To heavy for the damaged timbers to hold, you heard the creaking before you felt the iron chandelier crush your spine. There are no words to describe the pain you felt as you lay in the dark, choking on smoke and blood. You called out for Klaus to help you. You had thought he would come.
You were wrong.
It wasn’t Niklaus who found you. Kol found you first. He threw the chandelier off you and healed your broken body with his blood.
He told you to go find Axel. He told you to run. You could still hear his words in your dreams even after all this time.
"Y/N, listen to me! Go find your brother. You go find your brother and you run. Run as fast as you can and don't look back. Don't you dare look back and don't you dare follow us. You just keep running, little witch - just keep on running until your legs give out and you can take not another step. Run and forget about me, forget about Klaus, forget about all of us. Run and look after yourself for once in your life. Run and feel the grass beneath your feet, the wind in your hair, and the sun on your face. Run and live your life the way you wish and if my father finds you, then don't you go without a fight. You fight to your very last breath, and one day I'll see you on Valhalla's golden shores."
Then he had disappeared into the fire and smoke. You should have done as he'd told you. But you had followed after Klaus and you had stayed far too long.
You shook your head, thoughts of the past filling you with nostalgia and longing. "When I found Axel, he had already been torn to shreds. I had no one, so I used a tracking spell and followed Klaus and his family. I stayed with them, Klaus turned me and the rest, as they say, is history."
"The way you talk about them…" Hayley shook her head. "They sound like completely different people - like good people."
You nodded. "They were just that, Fräulein. They were young, innocent people that bad things happened to and they all dealt with it in their own way. Nik became obsessed with breaking his curse, Elijah couldn't let go, Kol was too good at letting go, and Bekah… well, Bekah just gave all her love away and kept none for herself. One thousand years is a long time to hurt, Hayley. I don't think you fathom how long that is. See, Klaus was different back then - kind and trusting -" You shrugged. "- but people change."
Haley nodded. "Rebekah told me… Hunter's Curse, right?"
"Just one of many, many things," You sighed.
"So why did you stay?" She asked.
"I shouldn't have," You admitted. "I should have run. If I had known then what I know now - if I had known what Niklaus would become - I would have run away. I would have run and never looked back, I would have run and felt the grass beneath my feet, and the wind in my hair, and the sun on my face. I would have run and lived my life the way I wished and one day come to rest with my brother by my side, feeling the sand between my toes as we watched the sun set over Valhalla's golden shores."
Klaus had ruined that life for you, he had ruined a lot of lives and you found yourself wishing you had never even met him. Because the fact was, you still loved him, even if you wished you didn't.
"But that doesn't answer my question," Hayley pressed. "Why did you stay?"
You sighed, pulling the needle out of her arm - she hadn't even noticed.
"I stayed because I'm a healer and I live to mend things. But Klaus and I - we're a chipped cup. Not broken enough to mend - too bothersome to be used."
"You're still not over him, are you?" Hayley asked tenderly.
You smiled but there was more pain in it than anything else.
"I don't think I ever will be." You had come to terms with that. "Word of advice, Hayley?"
"What?"
"Run while you can."
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