#elena gets orbed

[annie-sins]

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[zombholic]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 — rebekah mikaelson

summary — you couldn’t help but swoon over the original without her even having to compel you, instead of matt being in the lake with elena its you but with a twist.

description — poc fem!reader, tvd rebekah!au, sexual themes but no smut.

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The first time you met Rebekah in Mystic Falls you were already so fascinated with her but with your childhood friends completely having a war with her and her siblings you kept to yourself.

Being one of two humans in the friend group you were surprised that you lived for this long especially Matt Donavan, he literally gets himself killed every other day.

You were in charge of taking Elena out of Mystic Falls, she was unconscious in your car as you began to drive over Wickery Bridge. A tall silhouette appeared in the middle of the road causing you to slam onto your brakes serving off the bridge and into the deep lake.

The water wasted no time sinking into your car, bashing your hands and elbows onto the windows at fear of you and your best friend drowning.

Panic rose into your body as you started sucking in the water that filled up your lungs, the burning sensation making you hysterical until all pain vanished and the little light around you turned black.

Your body shot up as water shot out of your lungs, you gasped breathlessly finally feeling relieved that you were able to breathe again. Another subtle gasp had caused you to snap your head to the side only to see the blonde with relief written all over her face.

“Darling, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were in the car or else I wouldn’t have don—“ You were quick to cut her off.

“You tried to kill me Rebekah!” Anger brewed in your voice.

“No, I tried to kill Elena but besides—“ You eyes widen as you started to become aware of your surroundings. You were in the Mikaelson’s Mansions more specifically lying in the original girls bed.

“Elena! Oh my god Elena!” Sobs started choking out of your throat thinking you had killed your best friend.

“No, love. She’s alive, don’t worry she’s alive” Rebekah’s hand rubbed your face trying to soothe you.

You looked up at her confusion plastered across your face wondering how you even ended up here rather than at the Salvatores house, her baby blue orbs sadden.

“They left you in the lake to perish Darling, I hid when Stefan left with Elena when I saw it was your car and I saved you just in time.” She explained with her voice so gentle, her soft hand still caressing your face.

“They— no, they wouldn’t just leave me to die.” Your heart sunk deep into your stomach, forcefully pushing her hand away from you. Denial kicked in realizing that your once close friends didn’t even think twice to come back and even give you a proper burial if they thought you were even dead.

“Why, why would they leave me, I have done nothing but risk my life for them—“ Your throat swelled up as your heart ached, the emotion pain started becoming physical and all you could let out were extricating sobs.

Rebekah pulled you into her lap and held you close to her chest as tears streamed down your now puffed up face. “Shh sweet girl, you’re okay, you’re safe with me.” Her soothing voice slowly calming you down, little hiccups now escaping your lips.

“Why did you save me? I thought you hated me.” Your little comment made her chuckle, she so gently lifted up your chin to have you look at her mesmerizing face.

She licked her lips staring half lidded at your lips then back to your eyes, the supposed dangerous vampire leaned down and pressed her lips against your swollen pink ones. You wrapped your arms around her neck and laid back on her mountains of pillows having her crawl on top of you, caging your body beneath near.

She pulled away having you desperately chase back for more getting a smirk as she saw her red lipstick smudged into your soft lips.

“I don’t hate you baby, I hate the people you associate yourself with.” You felt your heart beating fast just by her words alone, are you sure she didn’t compel you? No, you wore a vervain bracelet that Bonnie gifted you when all of this went down.

“I didn’t even think you would be interested in girls? Let alone me.” You gave her a sweet smile, your stomach starting to do flips with the way she looked at you like you were the most beautiful creature she’s ever laid her eyes on.

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authors note — GUUYYSSS SHOULD I MAKE A PART 2 BUT IT’LL HAVE SMUT 😩🙌🏽

[empanadaaaaaaa]

I ALSO FORGOT TO POST THE EPILOGUE VERSION OF MY SELFSHIP FUCKKKKKK

these are also from last year and only posted on fb.

After Ele's international studies ended, she had to go back to her country and Pete would be left on his own until 11 years later. Ele grows up to study toxicology and gets offered a job in New York, so she packs her stuff and leaves the country to establish a new life.

Her first week passes by and she decides to take a little trip to an aquarium to calm her nerves. She bought her tickets and took a little walk until she's left paralized, staring in awe at the huge shark tank of different species, until some guy approaches and taps her on her shoulder.

— "Ey', sweetheart. You wanna be in a movie?"

Ele turned around and saw a shorter guy standing. His tone seemed familiar, but Ele couldn't really notice a lot of his face since it's hidden by a hoodie and a cap, until he lifted his face and showed a toothy grin and some eyebrow raises. Those facial features quickly snapped on her mind and asked him:

—"Do I know you?"

which the guy responded with a "Just call me Pete". The brunette's eyes widened a bit and the last name that she had forgotten for years was about to quickly burst out her throat.

— "DiNunzio?"

Pete's grin was brushed off his face, a little nervous since nobody had a stranger adress him by his last name. He looked directly at the woman's dark orbs and, with a little quiver on his voice, he asked:

— "How do you know my name?".

Ele was surpised an old friend of her didn't quite remember her, maybe because she's not wearing those hippie clothes? Or her straightened hair?

—"How come you don't remember me? It's me! Elena! The girl who had her community service at the library?"

She got worried for Pete, explaining about her time, back when she was 16 and studying at Eltingville. The memory quickly got Pete to her ground, his beady white eyes getting bigger after seeing an old friend.

—"No fuckin' shit, you??!!"

He almost shouted, amused by her change of looks.

—"You look... different. Not that you look bad or anythin', you look pretty. Dat's it."

Pete was straightforward, honest with her, way different when he used to be a violent young man. The both of them remained still, standing beside eachother and now looking at the shark tank.

—"So, wat'chu working for? What brought you 'ere?"

Pete broke the silence, curious about how Ele has been through the years. He put his calloused hands in his pockets, keeping one mako shark in movement in his eyes.

—"I finished senior year back in Colombia. I graduated, went to college, studied pharmacology, toxicology, all that stuff. And I got a job offer when I graduated, but I had to move here in America. The offer said it pays well, so I'll get enough to live."

Ele calmly answered, satisfied about how far she's gone. She then inhaled and dared to ask the same question, a little curious about getting asked to participate in a movie.

—"And you, DiNunzio? What have you been up to? Are you in a movie crew, hiring actors in the wild?"

—"Well, yeah! That's sort of a part of what I do. I worked for my dad for a good time until I started workin' for cons and then at Chiller. But I met this one guy at a party, talkin' about horror porn, that shit I used to watch. That guy had a crew, specialized in doin' those movies and shit, and so I got hired at Sick Mofo. If you wanna watch some then come call me."

Pete reached his pocket and gave Ele a card contianing the information of Sick Mofo Productions, it's website and phone number. Something like a business card.

—"Interesting, you kept going with your horror stuff , I'm impressed. You doing good in there?"

Ele kept the card under the shirt's little pocket on the chest area, giving Pete a little warm smile.

—"It's awesome in there, at least for me. Lotsa chicks doin' the good stuff and havin' fun! Sight for sore eyes if ya tell me, sugar."

Pete flashed his confident, toothy grin to his friend, letting out a chuckle.

—"I'm glad we got to meet eachother again."

Elena stretched out her arm to give a friendly handshake. She had her manicure done perfectly, the tone of red that matched her skin like blood. Pete's cheeks tinted into a little red and reached out to shake her hand, illuminated by the blue of the water tank.

did this one today. the probability for these two (US) to get married is about a 50%. not because they're so in love with eachother (friend w benefits) but because their respective families are disappointed that they're both single and need to construct a family or whatever.

("me marrying my friend on my 30's after neither of us got a partner")

[lieutenant-amuel]

2, 4, 17

I suppose you’re asking it for the writer ask game, so I’ll pretend I’m right.

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

Both? I mean, I have a vague idea for many chapters ahead and it gets more developed as I write.

For example, I knew since the beginning that Gabe would go to Tepet Muul in the fifteenth chapter of WBTL, but the scene where he finds the orb of questions was added only in the last stages of writing when I already started translating it. If I didn’t start writing this chapter, I probably wouldn't come up with this idea.

Another example is the latest chapter. Valerio and Matías were supposed to talk about Emilio at home, but instead Valerio invited Matías to the equestrian show which was one of the main storylines of that chapter. Again, if I didn’t start writing, there would be no equestrian show.

And if I remember I've written something else besides WBTL, I took the same approach for my Gabe and Francisco fic. Its entire structure (including Francisco taking care of the bushes, Gabe and Higgins having a fencing battle, and Gabe and Francisco's conversation) was planned ahead, but the core part of the fic aka the rose symbolism was added only during the writing process. I had no idea how I would make Francisco convince Gabe to teach Elena.

I cannot write with an absolutely empty head. But if I have a vague idea of one scene I want to include in the fic/next chapter, even if it’s extremely primitive, there’s a high chance of me developing it into entire concept.

I don’t write with a detailed plan yet my head is not totally empty either, so something in between, I suppose.

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

In my head? I rarely get inspired by any specific pieces of media because I’m simply not familiar with many and I prefer not to take inspiration from my own life experience, although the more I write, the more I notice I actually do it a lot, even if it’s rather subconscious.

I often get ideas out of thin air and cannot explain where they come from, even if they make a lot of sense and help me to fix many plot holes.

Some of those ideas are scout Gabe, Valerio and Emilio’s friendship, Emilio’s characterization in general, the hideout storyline which is basically the main one of the entire fic, and some others I cannot share now, since they contain major spoilers. When I get those ideas, I always think about them deeper and try to explain to myself why they make sense. This is just how my brain works, I suppose.

Anyway, if we’re being less vague, when it comes to Gabe, most of my ideas for him are inspired by canon. I analyze him a lot and have many, many headcanons for him, so it’s quite simple to write and develop his arc.

Sometimes I also find inspiration after rewatching EoA. Sometimes after chatting with my friends and reading reviews from the readers. My main writing project is a multi-chaptered fic, so I often get inspired by my own writing and develop more minor ideas I already have into something bigger. I never seek for inspiration, it just falls on me.

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

I… wait. I admit I used to be a more flexible writer who could write with no inspiration at all (not always, though). I would often force myself to write because I wanted to write but couldn’t. But it’s gotten quite difficult for me to do it in the past year. I suppose this is because of my life that’s gotten extremely busy in general and a lack of enthusiasm from the readers that wasn’t that noticeable to me until I got severely tired.

As I said, I rarely get inspired by the books, movies, TV shows, and so on, so it doesn’t really help me to fight my writer’s block or whatever I can call it. I just wait for the right moment when I feel like writing. I’m not prone to procrastination and if I want to do something, I (almost) always do it right away. When I get this urge for writing, I’ll write over five thousand words in one day and I’m not even joking.

Thank you for the ask!

Writer Ask Game in case anyone else is interested.

[chaos-cousins]

[A video is embedded.

The camera points to a crumbling tower made of stone.

Ren, holding the camera, spoke. "Okay, so the Odd Keystone looks like it would fit perfectly in here. Third Eye tells me that they're connected, too. So we're going to muck around and find out."

Ren's hand, the burn scars visible on the top, grabs the Odd Keystone and places it in the tower.

"...Nothing's happening," Elena's voice noted.

There was a long silence.

Hibiya snickered, then spoke in a high-pitched voice. "Ya-ha-ha!"

Elena and Ren began to laugh hysterically before they did a high-pitched "Ya-ha-ha!" themselves.

"I don't get it," Dawn said, confused.

"It's an inside joke, it's hard to explain."

"Okay, but a korok should be in there!"

"What's a korok?"

"The inside joke."

"You guys are weird."

"I guess nothing is going to happen. Let's move on." Ren took the camera and pointed it at the floor, about to turn it off.

"Yulaaah!" An unfamiliar voice cried.

"That wasn't you, was it, Ren?"

"Why'd you assume it was me—OH SHIT"

Ren pointed the camera at the stone tower, where a purple fog began to escape the Odd Keystone. The fog gained a green face and several green orbs floating around its face.

"What. Is. That."

"Pull out your Pokédex!"

"I am! It needs more info!"

"I've got a better idea!"

A Pokéball flew at the unknown Pokémon, which it entered, and remained caught.

"HOW."

"Because I'm better than you. I'm going to name it Lilac!"

"Who said you'd get to name it?! I was the one who put it in the thing! I think it should be named Legion!"

"That's a stupid name!"

"No! It isn't! Besides, Lilac doesn't fit it at all!"

"Guys! Just ask it which one it prefers."

Ren sighed and swiveled the camera to the Pokémon. "Which one do you prefer?"

"Y̴o̴u̸ ̵k̸n̵o̵w̸,̵ ̴w̴e̸ ̸d̷o̵n̵'̴t̸ ̷r̴e̵a̶l̸l̶y̴ ̷c̶a̴r̸e̴.̴ ̵T̶h̵e̷r̵e̸'̴s̵ ̷1̷0̷8̷ ̶o̸f̷ ̸u̷s̶.̷ ̶W̸e̷ ̵a̷l̴l̴ ̷h̶a̶v̷e̶ ̸d̴i̶f̸f̵e̵r̶e̸n̸t̷ ̵n̵a̸m̵e̴s̴.̴"

"Oh, it talks."

"Didn't really solve anything, did it."

"Nope."

The video ends there.]

[megraen]

Chapter 11 - The Edge Of Regret

“Why did you save me…?” She mumbled in between sniffles, her head craning further into his chest. Rafe’s attention snapped to her, his thumb pausing in its movements. He could have easily used Samuel to find Avery’s treasure without her. Still, in a split second, he’d watched her go over the edge; being dragged by her brother had filled him with a dread Rafe hadn’t felt in years, not since he had to escape from that Panama prison all those years ago with Samuel and Nathan.  Rafe gritted his jaw as he embraced her tighter. “You would assist me better than Samuel ever would.” He excused. It was a lie more to himself than for her benefit. “You don’t wish for me to die in a horribly painful manner, unlike him.” Sara pulled away from his embrace, his arm going slack around her. She looked up at him, her green orbs shining through red puffy eyes. It was a sight that made his stomach lurch in an unsettling manner, in more ways than one. His face was grim as he stared down at her, trying to remain emotionless and not give anything away. “Do you need…a moment?” Sara glanced away as she thought until her eyes trained back on him. She shook her head. “No, let's just get this over with.” Her tone was bitter, overly obvious that she just wanted to find the treasure and leave. Sara was done with Avery and his pirates, done with this adventure, and utterly done with Samuel. She knew that she’d have to break the news to Elena when she returned home, something she feared doing. Sara and Elena had become close, even more so than sisters-in-law, and for that, Sara knew that the news of Nathan’s passing would break her, even after the fight that had broken out between the married couple due to Samuel’s interference. Her hands dropped from his chest as his left her head and back, but he still reached out to grab her hand with his as she moved to follow after Nadine. Sara paused, looking back over her shoulder at him, seeing his expression. “There’s more to it, isn’t there?”

[mrofontaine]

He can only save one: Elena or Theo

Olivier pursed his lips, sitting back in his chair with that look in his eyes; he knew the answer. ''Elaina.'' He admitted, instantly casting his azure orbs to the floor, gnawing on his bottom lip. He loved Théo. They'd been mending that broken friendship, and now he finally thought they might potentially one day get back what they'd lost. But Elaina was everything to Olivier. ''Always her.''

[queenofstelena]

Murder One

Summary: What if Elena said she had no romantic feelings towards Damon. What would have happened?

Notes: it's a little cheesey and not exactly realistic but it's still sweet! :)

Chapters: 1/1

Characters: Stefan Salvatore, Elena Gilbert, Damon Salvatore, and Bonnie Bennett (Mentioned)

Warning(s): None just fluff!

Rating: General Audiences

Hope you enjoy <3

"Hey," Elena says walking into Stefan's room.

"Hey." Stefan flashed a small smile as he looked down at the stake.

"You haven't said much since you got back home." Elena said, standing by the door frame.

"I'll be a ball of sunshine once Damon gets Alaric's stake back. Promise." Elena scoffs, looking towards the side.

"You really scared me today. If you went up against Klaus alone. You know that, right?" She walks towards him with her hands in her pocket.

"Mmm." "Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore." Stefan looked over to the side and then back at her.

"Why?" Elena questioned raising her eyebrow.

"Because he's not worth it. All that time and energy that I've wasted on hating him. It was for nothing. it's done. it's over, we lost. I'm right back where I started." He looked down as he said that.

"That's not true. Yeah, Klaus dragged you through hell. But you came out the other side. You beat him by being better than him." Elena walk toward him as she tried to convince him he was better and more compassionate than Klaus.

"And what did I lose in the process?" Elena knew he meant her, but she also knew she never lost hope and it was worth it in the end. Stefan got up from his bed and move to Elena, meeting her gaze.

"Look hating Klaus was easy. It allowed me to ignore everything that was happening around me. Everything that I let slip away. Now I have to deal with that."

"Stefan..."

"No, just admit it. Admit it to me, Elena. I know you don't owe it to me, but I just need to hear you say it."

"I-I can't because it's not true. Stefan...I never stopped loving you."

"I know that. I know you didn't. Even though I did... everything possible to push you away. It's my fault. It's all my fault. I mean, this was all my fault." Stefan turned around looking at his bed.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fact that you're also in love with Damon." He turned around as he said this, looking at Elena carefully.

"What? No Stefan, I was just-" She was cut off as Stefan continued to say.

"Hey, I love you. I will always love you. I just want you to look me in the eye and tell me...that you don't feel something for him." Stefan said coming closer he was inches from her face. He then cupped her face softly rubbing her cheeks.

"I don't since the moment I've met you I haven't. It felt like love at first sight... Damon is a great friend but I don't love him. And I don't feel the same way towards him as I do for you. I love you. I always have and I always will. You know I wouldn't give up on you I didn't before and I haven't now. Elena said, looking into his green orbs. Stefan smiled, he looked into her brown orbs as well and they both leaned into a soft and passionate kiss.

"Uh, finally!" Damon started dramatically as he leaned on the door frame. he walts towards the pair and says "I was hoping the flirting and that kiss would make you jealous and get somewhat of emotion-stirring" Stefan stared hard at Damon as he walked back in a circle and then faced the pair with a smirk starting to form on his pale face.

Don't worry brother, I'm not interested I got another girl for me." Damon said smirking with a devilish grin.

Elena was holding onto Stefan's shoulder, she looked down pondering, and then like a lightbulb, she realized Damon meant Bonnie.

"You like Bonnie!" Elena said in realization.

"Your smart, I'll see you two love birds around! Damon said waving as he turned around heading down the stairs."

"And Damon..." Elena trailed off.

"Yes, Elena?" He asked innocently, but with a sly smile as he turned to look over his shoulder.

"If you hurt her I will come for you, got it," Elena said with venom almost malice in her voice. Stefan and Damon had never seen her like this before. As she said those words that Sly smile was whipped off his face and his complexion looked comparable to a ghost.

"Umm... Yes of course!" Damon said in his normal voice with a tinge of fear and with a fake smile trying his best not to show any ounce of scarce.

"Good," Elena said with a quick smile as she completely changed her tone and expression. Damon walked down the stairs, heading for the Bennett house to ask a certain witch a very special question.

"How does a walk sound, Lena?" Stefan asked holding her hand. "Perfect," Elena said smiling as they headed downstairs and outside.

[justjessame]

Light Through the Darkness: Chapter 48

Damon was in a foul mood, not lessened by the clean up waiting for him in the kitchen following the dinner he’d created for Abigail. As he cleaned, he wondered where it had gone wrong, where HE’D gone wrong, since he was certain he’d made some wrong turn. It wasn’t finally giving in, he felt sure of that, as he scrubbed the pans with enough force to worry that he might punch through the metal. She’d practically demanded he keep going. No, Abigail Morgan wanted what happened as much as he had.

His eyes snapped shut, the bright blue orbs going dark in an instant, as he remembered the rush of it. Feeling her skin against his, the bareness, the smoothness. But it wasn’t the memory of how her pulse raced alongside his, or how her warmth almost burned him that forced his eyes closed, it was how she’d tasted. Not just the intimate flavor of HER, but of her BLOOD. He’d bitten her, his teeth breaking through her skin as if she were nothing more than a ripe peach, and that was the wrong turn. It had to be. Even if she’d asked him to, even if she tempted him like Eve with the apple, he should have shown restraint. Instead he proved that he was nothing more than the monster she expected him to be.

Abigail, in her hotel alone with Cat once Ric left later in the evening, was making a list of the things that she would need for her new home. A flash of a memory from long ago, a time past, a voice from before - Sallie’s bustling around her, breathless and excited for a new adventure, free of the burden of the Salvatore mansion. A piercing pain of grief, knowing that it was because of her, of their connection, that Sallie died such a horrible death would never be easy to understand.

Shaking off the chill of death long past, she went back to her list, the chirp of a message coming through on her phone cutting in as she added another trivial item she’d seen in passing during her walk home. Looking down she sighed.

Damon. He’d given her almost a full day, perhaps that was something of a marked record, but given that she had nothing to go on, she couldn’t say. His message was simply asking for her to let him know if she was alright. Tapping out a quick affirmative, she hit send and went back to her list, but the urgency was gone.

To say it didn’t hurt, knowing that her parents were wrong, that she was wrong about Damon’s place in her life and heart, would be a lie. It cut deeper than she wanted to admit or allow, but having spent over a hundred years locked in her own mind, in a house with nothing, with no one, had taught her at least one thing - and that was that she shouldn’t hold it in. The pain, the grief, the anguish of it.

Her phone rang and she glanced at it, the same number that the message came in from, Damon. If she heard his voice, Abi knew, she’d break. She’d crumble and she’d let him soothe her ruffled feathers and convince her to let him see her, touch her. Damon’s voice was the first weapon in his armory, his eyes the second, and the rest of him was his arsenal. Letting the phone ring, letting it go to voicemail - was difficult, one of the most difficult things she’d done since waking. Almost as hard as sliding out of his embrace and dressing in silence while he slept, slipping out of his house, and walking away. Her sanity and pride demanded it. Just like it demanded this. Damon Salvatore wanted Katherine Pierce OR Elena Gilbert. And while he thought he could make due with Abigail Morgan, she couldn’t live with being the second - or third - choice.

The chirp came, telling her he’d left a message, but she swiped it aside. Not now. Not yet.

It didn’t take nearly as long as it could have to move. While Abigail and Ric worked to get her settled in her new house, Founder’s Day festivities continued in full force around them. It was inevitable that Abi would bump into more descendents of those she’d known in her past life, and so it happened when Ric insisted on a celebratory dinner at the Grille.

They’d taken a table tucked away in a corner, and Abigail was happy to note that she barely noticed the cacophony that was rampant in every public place she found herself in. While they waited for their starters, a pinched looking woman, oozing with the type of welcoming that reminded Abi of those women who had once told her how to deal with a philandering husband, approached.

“You must be Abigail Morgan,” the woman offered, a smile so firmly affixed that Abi wondered if she’d had surgical aid - she’d seen ads on the television for so many things. “I’m Carol Lockwood, the mayor’s wife.” Ah, hence the not quite sincere kindness. “It’s not everyday that a member of a founding family returns to Mystic Falls.”

Abigail smiled, far less fake than Mrs. Lockwood and offered her hand. “Yes, well, I’ve heard stories of my family’s roots for so long, how could I not come see for myself?” The other woman took her hand and nodded, eyes scrutinizing Abi’s words for flaws, lies, or any other loopholes. “And since I’m the last of the family -” Always make it awkward by bringing up orphanhood, Abi thought, silently thanking - of all people - Katherine Pierce.

Carol Lockwood looked chastened. “Oh, I didn’t realize -” Taking her hand back, her smile became far more kind. “The founding families all take part in the festivities during Founders’ Day, since you’re new, at least know you’re welcome.”

“Thank you,” she smiled back. “If I weren’t up to my elbows in boxes and decorating, I’d be more amenable, perhaps.”

“I think you could take a break for the pageant at least,” Ric cut in, causing both women to remember he was present. “Caroline is a contestant.”

Abigail sighed. “She won’t take it well if I miss it, I suspect.” Both Mrs. Lockwood and Ric chuckled to prove her suspicion correct. “And what is the dress for this particular event?”

Damon wasn’t feeling particularly calm, nor was he feeling particularly warm and fuzzy toward the world at large. Abigail had returned exactly ONE text. One. Calls went to voicemail and then nothing. Not a peep. He hadn’t seen her, which was a feat of epic proportions in a town the size of Mystic Falls, but with the Founders’ Day crap going on all over, along with a tomb full of vampires that Pearl was TRYING to domesticate, well maybe that wasn’t such an epic wonder after all.

He was on edge, and adding to the mix was his darling little brother slinking around sneaking sips of blood bags, while Elena played worrywart in the not so background. If he could just figure out how to sit down with Abi and TALK about it, but how?

The pageant was coming closer, Caroline was being as confident as a head cheerleader could be in a beauty pageant. Elena was hoping it would occupy Stefan enough to keep him clean - good luck with all those Happy Meals just bouncing around in evening dresses. And Damon just couldn’t fight the feeling that it was going to be a turning point, a catalyst for everything, and he hoped it was a good one.

Abigail’s eye caught on the dress as she was making her way along the street to finalize the paint colors for the guest rooms. Since she didn’t know many people, she put those rooms off for last, deeming the rooms she actually lived in more important.

Carol Lockwood had told her that the pageant audience should wear formal day wear, whatever that meant. The dress, the fabric, it was like nothing Abigail had ever worn before, even considering the first dress that Damon had brought her. Entering the boutique, one she’d been a somewhat frequent visitor in the short time she’d been awake and among the living, she was drawn to the dress, ignoring the other patrons and even the shop’s owner.

“Abigail Morgan?” The voice pulled her free of the gown’s hold, a voice from the depths of her history and when she looked up, eyes meeting Pearl’s she recalled Damon’s search for Katherine and instead of finding his lost love, finding a tomb filled with her cohorts. “Abigail, you haven’t -” her voice was a breath, careful so no one else in the small shop could hear them. “Anna told me, but seeing you -” disbelief, as if she were seeing a ghost.

“Yes, it is a bit difficult to believe, isn’t it?” Abi studied the other woman, searching for the same coldness she’d found so easily in Katherine, but felt none of it. Pearl still felt safe to her, no undercurrent of danger, at least not to Abigail, no stench of death and destruction. Her face hadn’t hovered like a ominous cloud, keeping sleep from Abigail, warning of doom. “You’re well?”

Pearl’s lips curled into a natural smile. “You truly haven’t changed a bit.” Teasing, but also happiness that at least some things haven’t changed in the intervening years. Then again, Abigail had been as much a prisoner as Pearl. “Abigail Morgan, always so very interested in those around her.” She shook her head, but her smile held. “Yes, I’m well, as is Anna.” Her eyes moved to the gown that had held Abigail’s attention until she diverted it. “This is quite different from what you’d have worn once upon a time.”

The burn of a blush creeped along her cheeks even as her eyes slid back to the gown. “I’m more than aware of how indecent it looks, but there’s -”

“I’m only teasing,” Pearl assured her, putting a kind hand out on the still younger woman’s arm. “You’ll look lovely in it, Abigail, I’m certain.”

“It is gorgeous, isn’t it?” She sounded wistful, so different from how she’d sounded when she found the last dress she’d picked for another event at the Lockwood’s. “I think I will buy it, if they have my size, that is.”

They had Abigail’s size, and shoes to match, along with hair accessories and a handbag. Pearl promised to tell Anna that Abigail sent her best, and they parted, Abi continuing on her way to the painters’, Pearl onto her own errand with John Gilbert. Perhaps, Abigail thought, as she finished her errands and ended up back at home, things were finally settling into normalcy.

[pkmn-spira]

Estrella Lawrence

A Gym Leader located in Seafoam Town of Solus Isle, known for having turned said Isle into a well-known tourist spot. Unrivaled in terms of elegance.

About

Age: 25

D.O.B: August 16

Height: 6'0"

Birthplace: Seafoam Town, Solus Isle, Spira Region

Biography

Despite being born in Solus Isle, Estrella spent her childhood living in the Unova Region for the better part of her life, though at some point she had decided upon herself to return to the Spira Region. Upon her return to Solus Isle, what immediately hit her was the difference in culture between the Spira Region, as well as the Unova region. Hence, she spent her time traveling the Spira Region in order to be able to familiarize herself to her birthplace, but to also be up to speed on recent happenings on the region up to this point.

Seeing that Solus Isle was one of those that took a good hit due to the previous Team Andromeda's doing, she decided to put her efforts into helping the people of Seafoam Town recover. Along with fellow Gym Leader, Elena's help, Estrella was able to eventually get the people of her hometown back to her feet.

Aditionally she also became the Gym Leader of said town, after the previous one had stepped down from their position. This then paved the way to her on then helping on transforming most of Solus Isle into a tourist spot, while also preserving a sizable portion of the island as safe haven for the Pokémon that lived there as well.

Pokémon Team (Gym Leader)

On a normal Gym Battle Involving Trainers, Estrella uses at least 4 Pokémon out of her main 6:

Lapras

Held Item: Nevermeltice

Ability: Water Absorb

Known Moves: Freeze-dry, Hydro Pump, Ice Beam, Hidden Power (Fire)

Gyarados

Held Item: Life Orb

Ability: Moxie

Known Moves: Dragon Dance, Waterfall, Earthquake, Ice Fang

Kingdra

Held Item: Scope Lens

Ability: Sniper

Known Moves: Draco Meteor, Surf, Hydro Pump, Ice Beam

Milotic

Held Item: Leftovers

Ability: Marvel Scale

Known Moves: Scald, Recover, Toxic, Ice Beam

Pokémon Team (Serious)

When battling stronger Trainers from other regions, or when situations get dire that puts the Spira Region at risk, Estrella uses the above Pokémon, followed by two more, thus completing a whole team of 6:

Empoleon

Held Item: Mystic Water

Ability: Torrent

Known Moves: Scald, Ice Beam, Aqua Jet, Protect

Swampert

Held Item: Swampertite

Ability: Damp / Swift Swim (Mega)

Known Moves: Waterfall, Earthquake, Ice Punch, Superpower

Public vs Private Knowledge

Public:

-Current Gym Leader of Seafoam Town of Solus Isle

-Transformed Solus Isle into a tourist spot, with the help of Adamantine Town's Gym Leader, Elena Beaumont, via a joint endeavor called the Solus Restoration and Beautification Project some time after the crisis Team Andromeda had caused. This not only helped Seafoam Town back to its feet, but also the entirety of Solus Isle itself

-Formerly a Beauty Trainer during her time in Unova

-Owner of the Grand Solus Hotel

Private:

-Left Opelucid City of Unova some time after Team Plasma's attack

-Had a fling with Claudia Laurent, Gym Leader of Drakehold Castle, for quite some time

[reno-the-himbo-turk]

Reno gave the nurse a dark glare at her trying to tell him what he couldn't do. Storming up to her soon as she tried to tell him Kawai isn't here Reno looked at her eyes cold as he shouted at her loud enough for all of medical to hear. "No shit Sherlock. Heidegger just told me and Rufus fucking Shinra personally that that asshole doctor wanted him fucking dead and made a deal for it to happen. So you're going to tell me where that doctor is or I will tear though this entire medical wing myself as he is wanted for treason and at this moment attempted murder." Rude kept himself occupied with the healing but at Eli's words about the others following orders he sighed a bit. "Whelp I hope you all are prepared for dishonorable discharge best case or worst case death." He offered as the orb did what all it could. With that out of the way he pocketed the belt before shifting and scooping the other up. "He's going to need medical attention. Probably lost a lot of blood, and even then the Materia can only do so much. You need to come with me i'll get us there faster. As for the rest of these idiots they can go back to Shinra and await their fate. We're maybe 30 minutes out by chopper. As for that phone keep her on the line as she'll be able to walk you through using Materia again if it's needed since you can't fly." Elena was still on the other end of the phone and she listened making mental notes. Pulling it away for a moment she looked at Jou and spoke faintly so the other wouldn't hear her. "Rude has him, apparently someone was trying to help your brother whilst the rest were under orders to let him pass..... When we get to medical i'm going to collect some trusted doctors and some blood bags and meet them on the roof. He says they're maybe a half hour out."

Elena carefully wriggled into the shirt which managed to stop just above her knees thankful she’s gotten oversized stuff a while ago. “If you’re sure then yeah i’ll nap a bit heads killing me.” Elena offered softly before kissing him back with a faint smile. She gave him a awkward hug before she shifted carefully laying down and curling up under a blanket. “Might be a bit awkward if ya didn’t love me.” Reno teased with a shit eating grin as there was a knock on the door. Untangling himself he went and answered it collecting three large meat lovers pizza’s that he brought in and set on the coffee table. “Well thats the tricky thing. We told Tseng and he’s looking into it because whoever it was well they were sloppy.” Used your credentials, but used them after we had left the building. So he’s pulling tape, We have it on record though that Lena’s doctor went off on that male doctor though said that because he was so careless her condition was really bad. So maybe he leaked it from there but there was other things.“

[bellarkeselection]

Hi could you do a damon short were he here's about a glibert wedding thinking it is y/n geting married . And he shows up at her house beging her not to get married cuz he loves her so much . And then he finds out its elena geting married ?

The Other Gilbert

"Damon, what are you talking about I'm not the one getting married. My sister Elena is to your brother remember?" Resting my hands on my hips it takes everything in me to not start cracking up in laughter at the vampires stunned face. He stands in the doorway like a deer in the headlights until he shook his head pulling him from his frozen trance. "So there's not another guy trying to sweep you off your feet?" He asked looking me up and down slightly confused still. Dropping my arms at my sides I smiled towards him waving him inside with my right hand. "No Damon its just you. Now come inside and kiss me why don't you." Hearing those words he vamped sped over picking me up in his arms crashing his lips onto mine instantly.

@rosie-posie08 @elenavampire21

Someone banging on the front wakes me from the nap I was having on the living room couch. It was rare that I get to have a rest since me and my sister are basically related to this magical bloodline it's all too much to take sometimes. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I opened the front door seeing Damon leaning in the door. Eyes locked tightly onto me with a look of determination in the blue orbs. "Y/n, I heard a Gilbert is getting married but you can't...you can't because I am hopelessly in love with you. So much that I can't imagine my life without you in it. So don't marry whoever the weak guy is, marry me." He rests his hands up since their was the barrier where he needed to be invited in.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I giggled kissing him back where my back hits the bed softly. "You should know something Damon. If I ever talk about marriage it will be with you. Where I become your wife." He smirked leaning down and kissing me again running one hand through my hair. One of my hands fly to him hair making it a knotted mess before he removes his jacket and shirt. "You're the only girl I would marry ever in my life Y/n. I love you so much." Wrapping my arms around his neck I pulled him in for another kiss that got heated where I didn't hear my sister enter the house until she shrieked covering her eyes. "Oh gosh Damon seriously you couldn't wait until I don't live here to sleep with my sister!" Damon flopped on his back smirking with me blushing beside him. "Sorry not sorry Elena. I can't help that I rock her world. Enjoy your honeymoon with my brother."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[supercap2319]

Moving On

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x Male Reader

A/N: Season 6 ep 13 related.

Y/N found Stefan in his room, moving some things around inside. Stefan’s back was turned to Y/N as he smiled in the doorway, arms across his chest. Without turning around to look at him; Stefan smirked as he said out loud. “I hear Jeremy is applying to art school. Hope he has a decent portfolio.”

Y/N smiled. “Don’t be mean. He needs to move on with his life and frankly… so do I.”

“Oh, should I be worried about that change in transition?”

Y/N sighed as he stepped fully into the room. It’s been a while since his last visit to this room and a lot of memories were coming back to him. Memories of him and Stefan. The good ones, and the bad ones as well. It was nostalgic being back here, and for just a moment, Y/N could almost pretend nothing had changed between them. That they were still very much in love with each other as the day they’d first fallen in love with one another. Except, that wasn’t reality.

“Look, I’ve… I’ve made some huge mistakes in my life, but being with you wasn’t one of them,” Y/N said. “And yes, we’ve had a falling out for a while now. Between Silas, Katherine, the Travelers, Damon and Bonnie. There never seems to be a time for us to reconcile with each other. It's almost like fate wants to split us apart.”

“The fate of the Doppelgängers. Destined to be together forever and ever,” Stefan said, referring to his tied destiny to Elena. The fate of all Silas’ and Amara’s shadow clones.

Y/N smiled sadly at that. “But no matter what life throws at us, we always seem to find our way back to each other. Stefan, I somehow always find my way back to you. No matter the circumstances. Not even death can keep me from you.”

“Y/N, what are you saying exactly?” Stefan asked him. The younger male had a certain look in his eyes as he got closer to Stefan. It was an emotion Stefan couldn’t quite pinpoint.

“I’m saying that through all the trials and tribulations, I still love you. I probably will always love you even if you stop loving me and move onto someone else,” Y/N said.

“Who said I moved on with someone else?”

“Well, you and Caroline seemed to be getting closer and I just thought that maybe you had let go of the past and were looking towards the future. I mean, you were with Ivy for 4 months and now Caroline. Seems to me you’ve moved on just fine.”

Stefan didn’t have to use his vampire hearing to know how much this hurt Y/N. He could practically hear the bitter disappointment in his voice. It brought up a question that Stefan thought he’d long since buried inside of himself. Was he still in love with Y/N? After all this time? It would have been easier to deny it and say no, but that just wasn’t true. Stefan was still in love with the middle Gilbert, despite everything that’s happened to them these last few years.

“Y/N, I can’t change the past, or what’s happened between us up until this moment, but if moving on to a future with you not in it, then I don’t want a future or to move on. Not without you in my life.” Stefan finally felt like a weight had been lifted off him. This was what he’s been carrying around for a long time now, and tonight he’s finally let it go. He was finally free.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Y/N asked, shocked. He dare not get his hopes up. Hope that Stefan would come back to him like he always does.

Instead of answering, Stefan got close to Y/N until their chests were touching as he snaked an arm around Y/N’s waist and pulled him closer as he leaned down and kissed the hybrid Gilbert.

Stefan kissed Y/N with all the passion and heat that he had been harboring inside his body since they broke things off. The familiar spark was ignited in both of them as they continued to kiss. A kiss that made Y/N weaken in the knees and Stefan’s heart race.

They separated for a moment as Y/N looked into Stefan’s emerald orbs, which were laced with the same look of love that had been there since day 1. Stefan still loves him and Y/N still loves Stefan. Fated destiny be dammed.

“So, does that answer your question?” Stefan teased as Y/N smiled at him. A genuine one.

“I think it does, Fangs,” Y/N said as he and Stefan kissed once again.

[fortune-fool02]

A Moment of Peace

Karl Heisenberg x female reader

An idea I had a bit ago when listening to rain. 

Warning: No spoiler for RE8

Please enjoy. 

Distant, low rumbles echoed through the air, a loud crackle shouting every now and again; followed by a flash of light, white with tints of blue behind the dark, coal clouds that painted the sky. No trace of the warm bright sunlight, no trace of the glowing pale moonlight or the glimmering stars. Only the flashing lights that darted from cloud to cloud in the distance. 

Many sounds mixed together along with the thunder. Snapping. Patting. Dripping. Splashing. The sound of rain falling from those dark clouds and hitting the ground, the metal slabs left outside or the gears on the ground. [Name] had always, strange as it sounded, found the rain peaceful, relaxing. While other people of the village despised it for damaging their crops, rendering the path almost unusable and sometimes even flooding houses themselves, she did not see it that way. 

Feeling the rain on her skin felt wonderful, as if all wrong was being washed away, cleansing her mind and soul. She had lost count of how many days she had spent outside standing in a field in the rain, and how many times one of the villagers hollered her back inside with a towel and fresh clothes, and her parents giving her a lecture on how she could get ill from it. Well, before the lycans came. 

She took a seat in front of a large hole in Lord Heisenberg’s factory and just listened, watching the rain fall across the village; cleaning away the blood and gore. Not many of the lycans were out in this weather, and even if they were, she could not see nor hear them. Almost as if they did not exist, as if everything was how it was before. She wondered what she would be doing if things had not changed. Would she be helping Elena and her father, Leonardo, in the fields? Maybe have more of the stitching lessons with Luiza? The older woman did always enjoy teaching her how to do simple yet important skills in life. 

The quiet footsteps approached her from behind before they stopped. 

“You’ll catch your death a cold if you stay here for too long, you know that right?” Turning around, the [Hair colour] woman smiled lightly at the sight of the owner of the factory. Lord Heisenberg. His dark glasses absent, allowing his eyes to be seen. 

“Yes, Heisenberg, I know. I just....I like the rain.” [Name] spoke, her eyes on Heisenberg. His eyes shifted from her to toss a glance outside, stepping around her and watching. She remained on her spot on the floor, legs dangling over the edge to feel the light crisp breeze that came with the rain. “It’s peaceful to me.” She added on at the end. 

A light smiled lifted his lips at this, seeing her calm and relaxed, all the tension that would fill her muscles and render her scared drained. He enjoyed seeing her like this.

"Mind if I join you?" [Eye colour] orbs rose to meet his soft eyes, a light shadow casting over them from his hat that made his grey locks flow a little. Smiling, she nodded and shifted over a little, giving him some space to sit. A smile lifted his lips also as he set down his large hammer and took a seat beside her.

Her head moved and rested against his shoulder, relaxing against him as his arm moved around her waist, holding her close as the two sat, watching and listening to the rain.

Both of them enjoying the moment of peace while they could.

[recklcssblues]

sometimes she couldn't help but wonder what would've happened if things hadn't ended the way that they had. in a way she still had hope that they'd be able to figure things out and get back together but . . . elena had to remind herself that he was in a relationship with someone else and he had moved on right? keeping her brown orbs focused on him as she listened before finding herself looking away although, she appreciated the honesty. "i get that now. it's not something that i did though right? i loved you with everything in me beau," she spoke. god she still loved him there wasn't any doubt in her mind, although she wasn't sure she'd be able to admit that out loud not when they decided to meet for closure. maybe she'd be able to finally move on . . . it just wasn't possible. "you know i tried so hard to hate you after that but i couldn't. don't . . . don't apologize i think i forgive you, we were just young."

he takes a seat in the booth opposite from her, mind flooded with all the afternoons and evenings they'd spent together over a milkshake. he was younger then, and a hell of a lot more foolish. "yeah, i think we both deserve that." because truth of the matter was that he hadn't gotten over elena since their split. the male sucks in a breath, head dropping shamefully. "i . . . i don't know," he admits, though it's not the full truth. decides it's best now to be honest. "things were getting serious between us and i wasn't ready. at least not then. and i took the coward's way out, if we're being honest." ⸻ "you didn't deserve the way i ended things, and i'm sorry, elena."

[cactus-stories]

Teen!Bruno Madrigal x Foreign Fem!Reader 「Chapter 5」

Heyyyy, sorry for the delay, I've got so much on my plate rn TwT but hopefully ya'll haven't given up on me hahah

Previous!

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TW: mention of childbirth (nothing major I promise, I couldn't write it if I wanted, Tokophobia and all that) and a really minor character death

"W-Well, the path on the left is my room, my actual room, with a bed and stuff." he starts, turning to the right and walking towards the round door on the wall. "And this is my vision cave."

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You look around, in awe, noticing the carvings on the walls, taking care where you stepped on so you wouldn't have another disaster. Bruno followed you close behind, nervously, quickly getting inside and ushering you, closing the door behind him.

It was fairly dark, not many sources of light apart from the small opening under the door, a ray of light getting inside and helping you find Bruno's silhouette, extending your hand until you were touching his shoulder.

"O-Oh, I'm sorry! I forget how dark it can get in here..." he mumbles, fingers wrapping around our wrist and softly guiding you to the middle of the room. "It'll get brighter after I start using my gift."

Oh, yeah, you had forgotten about the purpose of your visit. You didn't know if Bruno had many visions he still had to do for others, so you asked him about it, sitting down in front of him.

"Not really. Elena's was the last one today, but I could just get a random vision for someone, not that they'd ever know."

"You could use me as a guinea pig if you want." you smile, doubting he'd be able to see it in this darkness, but noticing him tensing up. "I promise I won't get mad at you, no matter what happens!"

"A-Are you sure? You can't promise something like that! What if I see something terrible?! I'm sure you'd be mad!"

"Maybe I would, but not at you, that's for sure." you reply, solemnly. "The future isn't your fault, Bruno."

He sighs, taking your hands and straightening his posture, closing his eyes for a second, before you got startled by two bright green orbs, standing out in the darkness of the room. You could feel the sand around you shift and form a dome around the two of you, flashes of green making it shine as it twirls.

"If you want me to stop at anytime, just warn me, okay?" he asks, looking beside you, his gaze far away.

"Okay." you squeeze his hand reasssuringly, finding it hard to focus on the actual dome around you when the green glow illuminated his face so nicely.

His eyes looked really pretty like this, the magical glow making them stand out so much more than the usual olive colour, his serious expression made it easier for you to look at the details on his face, the way his hair was blown back, giving you a good view of him.

You had noticed how handsome he was before, but the proximity and dramatic lightning made it easy to get lost in his features. You did your best to focus on the task in hand, but there wasn't much you could do apart from watching.

"Wait, I see something!" he lets go of one of your hands, pointing towards a green lump on the sand. "I-It's... you!"

"Me?" you ask, curiously, seeing your own image forming. You looked older, a smile on your face as you danced around a kitchen, someone next to you. "I look happy! Who's that?"

"I'm trying to see, just a second!" he was starting to smile, making you focus on him again. "I-I think is your husband? I can't see his face, perdón!"

"It's okay, wouldn't want to spoil it." you smile back, gazing at the vision again. "It looks like it stopped, do you see anything else?"

The sand around you falls, to the ground, an emerald board in his hands. He smiles back at you, excited, turning it to you. "Look, it's you and your future husband! I'm sorry I couldn't see his face, but you look happy!"

The door opens, letting the light in, you look at the board, squinting your eyes. You could see yourself, years older, and a man, not much taller than you, the image cutting off at is neck, not revealing his face. The look on your face was happy and relaxed, and you could almost feel the homey feeling the image radiated.

"W-What about kids?" you ask, cautiously.

His face dropped, and he looked down, seemingly disappointed. Taking the board back, Bruno looked at it, turning it around a couple times, before looking back at you.

"I-I'm really sorry, it doesn't seem like you'll have any kids." he shields himself from you using the board, scared of your reaction. "I'm very sorry!"

"That's..." you get closer to him, watching as he curls up even more into himself. "such a relief!!"

"W-Wait what?!" he asks, confused, dropping the board. "You don't... want kids?"

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I love kids! But I'm terrified of childbirth, I wouldn't be able to go through it..." he listens to your explanation, a puzzled look on your face. "When I was small my aunt died giving birth to one of my cousins, I guess it traumatized me a good bit."

"So... you're not mad at me?"

"Well, now I am!" you fake annoyance, punching his shoulder lightly. "I told you I wouldn't get mad. And you still doubt me!"

He laughs softly, rubbing his arm and smiling at you, thanking you with his eyes. Your eyes soften as you see him relax, gesturing towards the door with his head and starting to leave the cave.

Following behind, you watch him, curiously, as the man interacts with a few rats walking around, picking them up to give them pets or just saying their names in an excited voice. It was a bit contagious, and you found yourself getting closer to him, trying to take a better look at the rodents.

"They seem to really like you." watching as one of the rats climb up to his shoulder to nuzzle his face, you give her a tentative scratch behind the ears, and she leans into your touch. "That's Alejandra, right? You're so cute~"

Bruno nods, making his face brush on your fingers, a surprised look on his face that reminds you of how close you two are. Taking a step back, you quickly apologize, looking around embarrassedly.

"So, what's the plan, then? We can't really try and change my future, can we? It wasn't anything bad." you ask. "Wanna try again tomorrow?"

"Sure, if you're not busy..." stepping on the sand platform, the both of you start going back down. "You don't have to do this, I can try it out by myself."

"And miss an opportunity to eat Julieta's food again? No way!" you both laugh, starting to leave the room.

You pass Alma on your way to the front door, and she gives you a smile and a nod, Julieta and Pepa saying their goodbyes as you leave to your house.

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The next day went a little better, Bruno had a few visions for villagers, and you guys managed to brainstorm ways to help them out. Your parents were curious about how much time you spent in the Casita, but you always did you chores, so they decided to leave you be.

The days were passing by fairly quickly and, before you even noticed, you were practically an honorary Madrigal, with the town associating you with Bruno's job and hou close you were to both Madrigal daughters.

Today was an exceptionally busy day, with the Día de Amor y Amistad coming, everyone wanted to talk to Bruno about their love interests, wanting to know if they should give the first step or not. You could notice your friend tensing up with every request, but most of them ended up well, so you weren't too worried.

You were both on break, having a snack made by Julieta before doing the next couple of visions. there were only two visions left for today, and they were scheduled for the end of the day, which left the two of you with an open window to do whatever you wanted.

"I've never asked how exactly your powers work before." you start, munching on an empanada. "I mean, I know Pepa and Julieta's are involuntary. But what about yours?"

Bruno turned to you, finishing his arepa and patting his ruana to clean off any crumbles. One of his rats using the opportunity to devour the small pieces happilly.

"Well, it's not really that interesting, to be honest." he starts, looking around. "I just... think of the person in question and I start seeing their future in my head? Like a... movie almost? I need to concentrate really hard, though, so it sometimes makes me head hurt. It's easier if I'm touching the person in question in some way."

"I didn't know it hurt! Is it okay for you to keep doing it, then?" you scoot closer, worried, making him blush.

"I-I mean, it's not that bad! Concentrating hurts my head sometimes, and having too many visions can make my eyes sting, since I don't blink while having them, but it's only when I have lots like... like today?" he seemed almost questioning of his own words, trying to downplay the situation.

"That seems pretty rough," you start, tentatively placing a hand on his head. "do you wanna rest for a bit before the next visions?"

"It's okay, I'm a bit better now that I ate Julieta's food and-" he yawns, unable to finish his phrase. "Well... Maybe I should take a quick nap..."

"Come here, then." you motion to your lap, softly guiding his head towards it. "We shouldn't be having you give people visions if you're not well rested, it might affect them."

His blush deepens as he lays next to you, head on your lap as you thread your fingers through his hair in a soothing manner. You notice him doozing off, the tension leaving him as he nuzzles his ruana, and decide to do something to pass the time, braiding a few strands of his hair mindlessly.

A few rats gather around you, watching your action curiously, you put a finger in front of your mouth, shushing them, before going back to braiding.

"I won't tell him if you don't."

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