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writing-gifts · 4 years ago

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here’s the 6th part of the incubus!doppio AU!

im gonna start posting this on ao3 too (with some editing in the earlier chapters so you can check that out if you wanna)

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“OW! What the hell--why’d you bite me so hard for!?”

You try to move your leg but Mutton blocks your way. Letting out a sigh, you stand in place and look down at the cat.

“What? What is the problem?”

He moves behind you and presses his head against the back of your calf hard enough to affect your balance. When you move your leg forward to stop yourself from falling, Mutton walks towards the door.

“Do you want me to let you out? But you just got here.”

The cat looks at you for a moment before placing his front paws on the door and stretching upward towards the knob.

Shaking your head, you walk over to the door. “I’m gonna get that cat door for you one day, I swear.”

Once it’s open, Mutton quickly circles your legs and pushes his head against them like before.

“Okay, okay I’m going!”

You walk out and the feline takes a few steps towards the forest ahead before turning to look back. His multicolored eyes stay locked on yours and you purse your lips when you realize what he wants.

“I guess I'm following you….”

After locking and closing the door, you walk after the cat as he continues into the forest. You wonder what exactly he’s so desperate to show you. Was this even normal behavior for cats? You weren't sure but you did know that Mutton was a little more on the intelligent side. Sometimes you even felt like he could even understand you.

So you go along with it, following a distance behind through what seems like endless trees and brush and fanning random insects out of your face. Fortunately, the weather was cool enough that you weren't sweating too.

However, the longer you walk, the more you fear that you might be lost. Trying to find your way back on your own would definitely make it worse though.

Just when you think you need to take a break, a body of water appears in the distance through the opening of the trees. When you and Mutton finally exit the packed foliage, you see that you’ve been led to a lake sitting in a giant clearing in the forest.

You stare a bit amazed at the size and notice a cabin near it a distance away. Mutton doesn't stop long to let you marvel at the scene though and continues towards the lake. You catch up to him and the both of you walk alongside the water.

“So do you know the person in the cabin?” You assume that’s where you're headed.

You didn’t expect a response, but Mutton merps to acknowledge you. You hum and your gaze quickly finds itself back on the lake. It was vast, going on so far you could barely see where it ended. The sky and trees reflect on its surface clearly and the water’s so still you almost feel like you can jump into the clouds if you want to.

Once the two of you are closer, you see that the brick and wood cabin was partially sitting on the grassy land behind it and partially on the water. You had also underestimated the size. Perhaps more than one person lived here?

Mutton leads you around the side of the house and stops to sit next to the front door. He looks up at you expectedly so you reach out to knock.

Several seconds pass before you hear the door being unlocked and when it opens, a handsome man with a neat, dark bob is revealed.

Unsure of what to do, you give a quick greeting and go quiet afterward. You didn't plan what to say when the door was answered, you just knew Mutton wanted you to knock.

Said cat walks into view, rubbing against the man’s leg as he walks into the house.

At that moment, realization seems to cross the man's face and he smiles at you.

“You must be the neighbor,” he says.

“Neighbor?”

“The person who lives in the house outside the forest. I saw someone moved in but never came around to introduce myself.”

"Oh, I had no idea anyone lived out here."

"That’s pretty much the reason why I’m out here.” The man moves to make room so you can walk inside. “Would you like to come in?"

You're a little hesitant since you just met but Mutton had no issue with it apparently. And the cat had actively been prepared to attack Diavolo for you on multiple occasions.

The moment you pass the threshold, you’re instantly awed. When you thought of cabins, simple and small came to mind. This one was neatly organized but it didn't give the homely vibe you’d expect.

The monochromatic room was spacious and decorated with nice looking furniture and curtains. The living area consisted of a fireplace surrounded by comfortable looking couches, and the stone wall above it held shelves that were crammed full of old looking books, various expensive looking decor and bottles. And to the right, closer to the back of the room sat a sizable dining set.

However what mostly grabs your eye is the fish tanks that were embedded in the walls throughout the room. At first you wonder why he had so many, but when you look closer you realize that they were not, in fact, separate tanks but a giant aquarium partially hidden within the walls.

Was the whole house like this? What type of cabin was this?

While you wonder where all the fish are, something twinkles in the corner of your eye. You turn to see what it is, but there’s nothing there.

So I'm imagining things now...

“--drink?”

You turn your attention to the man. "Sorry what was that?"

“I asked if you wanted anything to drink?”

You cross your arms and shake your head. “No I’m good…so do you know why Mutton led me here?”

The cat currently sits on the top of the back of one of the white couches.

“I actually needed to discuss something important with you, but I should introduce myself first. I'm Bruno Bucciarati--you can refer to me as either--and I'm a witch.”

You’re immediately skeptical. It wasn't unheard of, obviously, but you couldn't just believe whatever anyone told you. Bruno doesn’t look bothered by your dubiousness though.

“You're smart enough to not trust blindly. That’s good.” The man puts a finger to his chin. “You have a leaf on your shoulder.”

Before you can reach up to brush it off the man plucks it off you. Then just as quickly as he picked it off, the small green leaf begins to glow and transforms into a full flower.

You stare shocked trying to find any way to explain what you just saw. It was no trick of the eye either as the leaf’s form changed right before you into a completely different thing.

The man--no witch holds out the white rose and you gently take it.

“I--wow I just keep running into supernatural beings or something.”

"This forest does seem to attract them," he says.

Interesting…

You roll the flower stem between your fingers. “I’m ____ by the way.Uh, I don't know if you call him Mutton too--" You tilt your head in the direction of the feline. “--but is he your familiar or something?”

“No, he’s just a cat that likes to wander the forest. However, my familiar's over there though if you’re interested."

You get closer to the tank the witch pointed out to observe and even though you weren't exactly showing it, you were actually really excited and interested by the fact that you just met a witch.

At first you don't see anything in the huge tank other than greenery and a rocky cave ornament in the corner. But then something pops its head out of the opening. An eel that also managed to match the color scheme of the room. It was mostly white and covered in black patterns with yellow sprinkled in. It comes out of its hiding spot and swims back and forth as if it were stretching out it’s long body. Then it turns to you when it realizes that you're intently watching through the glass.

Your smile at it’s somewhat funny face and tilt your head a bit. The eel responds by tilting its own head, as if curious by your action.

"Holy crap. This is actually pretty cool! Do they talk?" you ask.

“Not really.” Bruno's smile falters. “But surprisingly Mutton does.”

“Huh?” You snicker a bit thinking the witch is joking but see that there’s no sign that he is on his face.

You look over at the cat and he stares back unblinking before glancing at Bruno.

"....I thought we weren't going to tell them."

Your heart almost jumps into your throat. “W-What?”

Bruno hums. “I thought about it and decided there's no point keeping it secret any longer. The incubus already knows. So it would only be a matter of time before he said something."

You're still reeling from Mutton talking that you almost missed what Bruno said.

“Hold on...Wait. Incubus? Are you talking about Doppio?” you ask the witch.

“Yes.”

You squint confused. “He knew and he didn't say anything? How long ago did he find out?"

"About a week," Mutton says.

"It might have benefited him in some way but I'm not sure why he didn't say anything," Bruno adds.

You exhale, somehow already on the verge of irritation with...everyone. Doppio was usually open with you, but apparently he thought this was a good thing not to mention.

You stare at Mutton who looks at you like he usually did, as if this weren’t an issue. But that was far from the case for you. It wasn't explicitly said but you were sure he told Bruno things about you, and it left you disturbed.

“...Well is there anything else I should know about Mutton?”

"Well his name's not actually Mutton," Bruno says.

"It's Leone Abbacchio, but you can call me Abbacchio."

You grimace from the human sounding voice coming from the cat you had been cuddling practically since...since you moved here!

“Okay Abbacchio, I don't really want you snooping around my house anymore--

“That can be arranged,” Bruno interrupts. “Once we ‘exorcise’ that demon constantly visiting you.”

Your already furrowed brow deepens. Doppio wasn't possessing anything though. You weren't even sure he was capable of that.

“No, I don't want that!”

"Listen, it might seem like Doppio is harmless, but things can become dangerous if he grows too serious of an attachment to you. And if it makes you feel better, we won’t need to hurt him if he leaves quietly."

You weren't exactly sure what the witch meant by "dangerous" but his serious tone managed to spark some anxiety within you.

"I mean it would be natural for Doppio to get upset if I suddenly wanted him gone."

"He's not just talking about being upset." Abbacchio says, annoyance in his tone. "Doppio could literally keep you against your will if he wanted and there would be no way for Bruno to reverse it."

"All demons are naturally envious creatures and the way things are going between you two, it’s only a matter of time. And this doesn't even take into account the other demon." Bruno says.

Diavolo aside, you couldn't bring yourself to see Doppio in that light.

"But--"

The front door slams open and the temperature in the room seems to drop.

Doppio stomps in, his face flushed. Once he sees you he seems to relax slightly but his expression is still irate.

“I finally found you!” he exclaims.

Bruno raises a brow and turns to Abbacchio.

The cat's ears fold back in frustration. "I was sure I lost him."

The incubus walks up to you, stopping too close and grabbing your shoulders harshly. “Are you okay?”

“Doppio you're gripping me too tightly.” You push off his hands and wrap your arms around yourself to shield your body from the sudden chill that seemed to appear. “I’m fine….But they're talking about you being able to keep me? What does that exactly mean?”

You wanted to hear an explanation from the incubus himself. You trusted him not to lie to your face if you asked him straight on.

However, Doppio reacts strangely, as if he's afraid. He makes some space between the two of you and struggles to look at you. You try to catch his gaze again but he refuses to keep eye contact.

"It's…" He strains his fingers. "Well, you see, incubi and succubi can form a….c-connection with a weaker being if they’re close enough. Then they could technically stay together forever."

Abbacchio grunts, "Way to sugar coat it--"

“I wouldn’t do that to you though ____! I didn't even consider it! U-Unless you wanted to it would never happen and I know that you like your space…”

The incubus is the most stressed you've seen him.

Even though you were still upset you didn't like seeing him like this, so in an attempt to ease him, you try to smile. Unfortunately, it comes off pretty strained.

You take a moment to mull over what he said though and come to a conclusion pretty quickly. "Even though that was kind of vague...I think I understand. And honestly, I can't see you forcing me into that."

You'd never seen a cat roll their eyes until now.

"Typical human. They're a lost cause Bruno. Let's leave them to do what they want," Abbacchio says before stretching and laying down.

The witch looks disapprovingly at the cat. "You know I can't do that. Perhaps they actually were charmed. I could--"

"Sir," you say to get his attention. "I appreciate your concern, but I trust Doppio and I'd prefer if you didn't get in between the two of us."

Having to tell your almost neighbor you just met to buzz off even in a polite way wasn't what you were expecting to do today.

Bruno doesn’t look upset though. He's quiet, studying you with an unreadable expression but then he nods.

"I'm having Leone check up on you. If anything seems off I'm getting involved."

Your brows furrow slightly. Didn't you just explicitly say you didn't want Abbacchio snooping around your home anymore?

You want to argue more but the witch didn't leave room in his statement to negotiate. And even though you hate to admit it, keeping the supernatural out of your home wasn't exactly your strong suit. It pissed you off but you couldnt do anything about it. So you give a curt nod and immediately walk to the exit with Doppio following closely behind.

Once outside, you follow the incubus through the forest. There's a long, awkward stretch of silence between you two though.

Doppio tries to sneakily glance at you, which you of course you notice but you choose to ignore it. However, after the 50th one he finally decides to say something.

"____?"

You sigh, "What?"

He slows to a stop to turn and look at you properly but, again, he has trouble keeping eye contact.

"Are you mad?"

Maybe at first but now it had changed to more of a disappointed feeling.

"Not necessarily but you knew about Mutt--Abbacchio and didn't say anything to me. So I'm not exactly happy right now."

"I didn't but--"

You shake your head. "No Doppio. I'm too tired right now to understand whatever weird logic you formed in your head."

His mouth closes and the hurt on his face instantly makes you regret your choice of words. Maybe you shouldn't have said it like that but you really didn't feel like listening to excuses right now.

You look away from Doppio. "Let's just go, please."

#incubus!doppio #vinegar doppio x reader #doppio x reader #reader insert #jjba x reader #if you're wondering what type of eel it is its a snowflake eel #anyways yEP #if you wanna be added to the tag list you can ask in the replies or message me whichever you want #i still need a title for ao3

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rocksandrobots · 5 years ago

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Of Rocks and Robots Ch. 20 - Therapy

Varian sat on the leather couch inside the doctor’s office nervously bouncing his knee up and down. He didn’t want to be here. He wanted to run, but he knew that would upset Aunt Cass who was seated on the chair next to the door.

This was meant to be his first therapy session and he didn’t know what to expect, or to say, or what to do. Both Hiro and Wasabi had told him that all he had to do was talk to the doctor about his problems, but Varian didn’t really feel like talking. He didn’t feel like delving into his past and reliving those painful memories. Moreover, he didn’t want anyone in this world to know of his mistakes, even if they were just a stranger.

Just then the door opened and a tall woman with short bobbed hair and glasses walked in. She wore a white lab coat and held in her hand a clipboard and pen.

“Hello, Miss Templeton. Are we here to see Hiro today?” The woman asked Aunt Cass.

“Oh hi, Dr. Mcguire.” Aunt Cass stood up to shake her hand. “No, I called earlier and told the secretary this, but I’d like you to meet Varian. Varian this is Dr. Mcguire. She’s our family therapist.”The woman smiled and shook his hand as well, as Aunt Cass contunited. “Varian is from Europe and I’m fostering him while he’s here in the states.”

“Oh exciting!” The woman enthused. “Is this your first therapy session, Varian?”

Varian nodded his head numbly, still too unsure of himself to speak.

“Well there’s many different types of therapy. I’m a grief counselor. I use different techniques to help people deal with loss or trauma, such as, listening to people talk about their feelings and problems, helping people develop healthy coping mechanisms for anxiety or depression, helping people pinpoint or understand where their underlying issues are and what might cause them to react the way they do to certain situations, and basically anything else that helps the patient cope with their grief.”

Varian listened to the woman intently but none of what she said made any sense to him. He knew what all those words individually meant on their own but all together it just sounded like a word salad to him. He had no idea what any of that actually entailed in practice.

"Well, now Varian, tell me a little about yourself?" The doctor asked as she sat at her desk.

Varian only stared blankly at her, unsure what she wanted to hear.

Dr. Mcguire expounded "Do you have any interests or hobbies?"

Varian looked back to Aunt Cass questionly and she gave him an encouraging smile and a go on motion with her hands.

"Ummm...I like alchemy."

"Alchemy? Like the history of it, or is that some new video game I haven't heard of yet?" Dr. Mcguire gently laughed at herself. "My kids are always trying to get me into the lastest gaming craze and I can never seem to get the hang of it."

Varian once again could only stare. He'd played a few video games with Hiro and Fred, but he had no idea what was deemed popular or not. Nor did he know how to explain to this woman that he was a practitioner of a long dead science.

When this didn't elect a response from him the doctor tried a new line of questioning.

"Do you have a favorite video game?"

Varian shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't played many of them. We didn't have video games back in Old Corona."

"That's the city he came from." Aunt Cass explained. "Varian is from a Russia territory."

"Oh. Well, what did you play in Old Corona?" Dr. Mcguire asked.

"Not much." Varian racked his brain for a childhood game, but there had been no other kids to play with and his dad was not much for chess.

"My cellmate and I would play 'Noughts and Crosses' to pass the time. It's a little like Gomoku, but you try to get three in a row instead of five, and you just draw an X or O on to a grid you drew in the sand instead of having a board and colored pieces.'

"Oh we call that tic-tac-toe here." Aunt Cass cheerfully said, not immediately picking up on his mention of being in jail.

The doctor however did notice. "Cellmate?" She asked with concern.

Varian clamped his mouth shut at that. He didn't want to go into why he had been in prison, certainly not with Aunt Cass there.

Sensing the Varian's discomfort and seeing Dr. Mcguire's confusion, Aunt Cass spoke up. "I'm guessing the secretary didn't give you the forms we filled out?"

"No, I'm afraid not. I saw your name on the appointment and just assumed it was time again for Hiro's session. I'm sorry, that was unprofessional of me to assume and not come prepared. Would you like to reschedule?"

Aunt Cass looked to Varian. "It's up to you, sweetie."

Varian really didn't want to go through all this again. "No. I'm good."

"Well do you feel like talking about what's wrong then?" Asked Mcguire.

Varian tightened his jaw, unsure how to say no to the woman. But Dr. Mcguire knew her business and understood what Varian meant even without words.

"It's ok." She soothed. "You don't have to talk about anything you don't want to. We're not here to make you feel uncomfortable. Therapy is supposed to help, not hurt."

This relaxed Varian a little, but only a little. He didn't know what either adult wanted from him then.

"Varian, would it help if I left?" Aunt Cass offered. "Or would you prefer that I stay? Either one is fine. It's your choice."

Varian looked back and forth between both women trying to decide. He honestly didn't know which would be more stressful; dealing with the doctor alone or risking slipping up again and having Aunt Cass find out about his past crimes.

"I...maybe?" He eventually answered.

"Alright then. I'll be just right outside the door if you need me." She stood up, walked over to Varian, gave him a peck on the forehead and an encouraging smile before closing the door and leaving.

Varian had to admit, he could breath more easily now that she'd left the room.

"Well," Dr. Mcguire spoke back up, "if you rather not talk about your issues right now, would you like to write about them instead?"

Varian gave her a confused look and in response she dug into a drawer in her desk and pulled out a notebook.

"Sometimes people find it easier to write about things than to talk about them. I often give my patiences journals, so that they can get out their feelings about stuff, make goals and plans, or to help keep track of their triggers and their responses."

She handed the notebook to Varian. It was thin and curiously printed on the front were images of lizards with hats and sunglasses riding upon skateboards. Varian might have thought it absurd looking but he was distracted by something that the doctor had said.

"Triggers?" He asked.

"A 'trigger' is anything that might make someone remember their trauma. It can be anything from a familiar sound or object, to an action or situation that is similar to an event that the person went through. When someone who's been through trauma comes across one of their triggers they might experience a panic attack, flashbacks, get angry or upset, or even completely shut down so to speak."

Varian studied the woman thoughtfully. Wasabi had described what a panic attack felt like and it sounded eerily similar to what he had felt when he ran away that day. The way he felt after having a nightmare. The way he'd felt when he had come home to find his dad unmoving in the amber.

“Do..do nightmares count?” He asked hesitantly.

“Well, yes, in a way. Nightmares are often associated with PTSD. They are a way for your mind to process what has happened to you. But they can also be caused by other things, like stress, anxiety, or just a lack of sleep. You’d have to dream about something multiple times and analyze those dreams in order to figure out their cause.”

She paused and studied Varian intently before continuing. "Some people write dream diaries to track the patterns of what they dream and when. You write what you've dreamed, good or bad, when you wake up. You also may write things like what time you went to bed, how long did you sleep, or what you may have eaten that day as those can affect how well you sleep."

"You could use your journal for that." She gently suggested.

"Then...then I show it to you?" He asked in kind.

"If you want to. Though, once again, you don't have to do anything that you don't want to."

"But, if I did, would it help?" Varian pressed, "Would it get rid of them?"

"It might help." The woman said measuredly. "Though it might not. Or you may need to do that along with a combination of things. The only way to find out is to try it."

Dr. Mcguire gave him a soft smile and Varian turned her words over in his mind. He would love for the nightmares to stop. They had only become more frequent since he moved in with the Hamada's. As if deep down he feared this new change in his life would become permanent and his subconscious was warning him to return home before it was too late. But, even still, while the doctor was right about not knowing till you tried, he worried over his past and what she or others might think of him once known. Then again, no reason to take a dream literally, right?

"I've..I...I've been having nightmares lately." He finally admitted. Dr. Mcguire only nodded along. She most likely had already guessed as much, but she didn't interrupt.

"They're always different. Like they're about different things. Sometimes they're about my home or my dad, sometimes about my friends, both old and new, and sometimes about, ummm, being in jail." He muttered this last part but then quickly contunited on, "They all end the same way though. With me being alone."

He met the doctor's eyes questioningly, wondering how she might respond. She looked to be contemplating over what he'd just confessed.

"Hmmm…Well dreams are rarely the same each time. It's usually just the repeated elements that we look for when analyzing. That's how the journal would help. But it looks like you figured out one of those elements on your own. Does being alone scare you?"

Varian looked at her wide eyed. He didn't know how to feel about having one of his greatest fears pointed out to him. It was true of course, but he didn't like to admit it.

"A, little." He admitted sheepishly.

"A lot of people fear being alone. We're social creatures. Humans need other humans and so we seek out relationships. It's nothing to be embarrassed about." Mcguire tried to ease his fear.

"Were you on your own in jail? Did you feel alone there?" She pressed.

"No, well sometimes, but like I said I at least had a cellmate. That's better than when I was completely on my own before then."

Dr. Mcguire face grew more concerned but she didn't pursue anything else about his time alone. Instead she asked, "Were you friends with your cellmate?"

"No." Varian scoffed, complaining about Andrew was easier than talking about his time spent on the run. "Dude was a creep."

"Oh, did you fight with him often?"

"Not usually. In fact we got along fine, but that's only because he'd pretend to be nice to get what he wanted. I always knew that's what he was doing, but I, guess I just went along with it because….because it was better than not talking to anybody at all."

Dr. Mcguire furrowed her brow, "What did he want from you then?"

Varian wiggled in his seat at that. He didn't want to go into the prison break and what followed thereafter. "Just….stuff."

This did not ease the doctor's fear. "How old were you when you went to jail?"

"I had just turned fifteen." He didn't know where this was going.

"And your cellmate was what, also fifteen, sixteen?" She guessed.

"Oh no. Corona doesn't have, what did the policeman call it, 'juvenile detention center.' Anyways, uh, I'm not sure what age Andrew was. He never said, but I would guess, like, late twenties?" Varian shrugged but he only became even more confused when he noted the look of horror on Dr Mcguire's face.

"And where were the guards when he was making you do… stuff?" She tried to hide it but Varian could still hear the way her voice shook.

"Ummm...well the guards make their rounds of the cells every ten minutes and stand guard at the door between then. Or they're supposed to, anyways. Sometimes they're late or they're switching shifts, or even sometimes asleep." He broke from his matter of fact statement with a little laugh. "I once saw Pete the guard fall asleep while standing up and Stan, the other guard, had to prop him up with his spear to keep the Captain from noticing." He whispered conspiratorially as if imparting some juicy bit of gossip.

But the doctor wasn't amused.

"It would appear that your home country has a very different legal system than ours." She stated as if trying to find a way to navigate Varian's revelations.

"I'll say." He snorted. Complaining about the conditions of the dungeon itself didn't bother him as much as admitting how he'd got there. He supposed it was because everyone suffered the same indignity as he did while there. So he didn't feel singled out.

"I saw what those cells down at the police station here looked like last week. Let me tell you. They were pristine." He began to number the differences on his fingers." Clean, not drafty, there were toilets, electric lights. I was on the bottom floor of the dungeon and all we had was a grate on the ceiling that let the tiniest bit of light and air in from the cell above us. Of course that wasn't much cause that cell only had a small window to begin with."

The doctor interrupted his ramble. "But what about when you were aloud outside?"

"Outside?" He echoed in confusion. "We never went outside. Who'd let criminals out of their cells willingly?"

Dr. Mcguire darted her eyes back and forth as if equally flabbergasted. "But, but what about for exercise!? Showers!? Mealtimes!?"

Varian looked at her unsure how to answer, now only realising just how vastly different the two realities really were.

"We ate in the cells." He said flatly in lieu of anything else. "Is the food better here too?"

"I don't know? What did they serve you?"

"Usually gruel, or bread and water. Sometimes we'd get scraps from the castle's kitchen. Like leftover bone broth before it went bad. I guess not to starve us completely."

"Castle?" She echoed hollowly.

"The jail is underneath the government's palace." He explained.

"And is that the only prison? Wouldn't that get over full?"

"Yeah, it does. That's why they only keep people there until they ship them off on the prison barge or…. til they hang them." He quietly admitted.

This seemed to be the last straw for the doctor.

She took a deep, shuddering breath and tried to compose herself.

"Well, that..uh..we seem to be reaching near the end of our session. How about we bring Miss. Templeton back in?" She flashed him a strained grin, but Varian knew she was rattled and he feared he'd said too much or had done the wrong thing.

"You mean Aunt Cass?" He asked.

"Yes. So you call her 'aunt' too?" He nodded. " Well let's get your aunt in here and we'll talk about how best to continue your therapy."

Dr. Mcguire walked out and Varian could hear her and Aunt Cass having a hushed and hurried conversion. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but he knew it was about him. Soon after, they both reentered the room and Aunt Cass took a seat next to him on the couch.

Dr. Mcguire sat at her desk again and proceeded to make an announcement.

"So Varian and I have talked a little and he's decided that he's going to keep a dream diary, which he can share with me during our next few sessions if he would like. However, I feel that Varian might benefit from seeing a specialist."

Varian heart dropped. He was being turned away? He'd somehow managed to screw up his first therapy session so bad the doctor was pawning him off to someone else.

"But, aren't you a specialist?" Aunt Cass asked, equally confused.

"Yes, but I deal with post trauma, sudden events, like a car accident or the recent death of a family member. After talking to Varian, it appears he's been through prolonged trauma. It'll take a few more sessions to confirm this but, he may have Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It's related to regular PTSD, there is some overlap in symptoms, but ultimately it requires different treatment."

Varian's stomach began to churn and he felt his heartbeat quicken. All he heard, behind the doctor's unfamiliar terminology, was that he was somehow, wrong or broken, more so than even the troubled patients she normally worked with. He wanted to cry, but instead he blinked back tears as Dr. Mcguire contunited.

"I have the name of a psychiatrist that I can recommend. I've worked with him before alongside other patients."

She handed a business card to Aunt Cass who leaned forward to take from her. As she read it the doctor went on.

"Dr. Brown deals with former soldiers, war refugees, abuse victims, and others who've had to endure extremely harsh conditions. He's better experienced in such cases and as a psychiatrist he can also prescribe any medicine that Varian might need."

"Medicine!?" Varian exploded and both women looked at him with concern. "But, but I'm not sick." He whined in protest.

Dr. Mcguire stood up and walked over to him. She knelt down to his level and looked him in the eye.

"I don't know if you are or aren't, diagnoses of mental illnesses take time, but you might still need prescribed medication even if you don't have an illness. You mentioned not sleeping well, something as simple as a herbal tea with added melatonin could help with that. However as a psychologist, and not a psychiatrist, I can legally write you a prescription for that, nor should I."

Varian darted his eyes about the room in confusion. Logically what the woman said made sense, he supposed, but that didn't stop his anxiety from raising. He felt cornered. He wanted to run again, but the gentle hand of Aunt Cass upon his shoulder rooted him to the couch.

"Look, you're still welcome to come see me." Dr. Mcguire reassured him. "I'll gladly help you in any way that I can. I just think Dr. Brown could do even more to help you."

"We just want what's best for you." Aunt Cass interjected. "Thank you, Dr. Mcguire. I'll give this Dr. Brown a call today when we get home."

And that was the end of it. They said their goodbyes and left.

On the whole way home, Varian sulked in the passenger seat as he stared dispondingly out the window. He could feel Aunt Cass nervously stealing glances of him, probably afraid he may jump out of the car again and try to run away.

She attempted to say something a few times, but thought better of it and kept quiet. The uncomfortable silence weighing upon them both until they arrived back at the Luck Cat.

Varian tore out of the car, pounded up the stairs, and was just about to run towards his new room, when he heard Aunt Cass say. "We need to talk."

Varian found himself sitting on a couch for the second time that day. This one in Hamada living room. He eyed Aunt Cass pensively and waited for yet another lecture.

"Sooo, I know that didn't go as well as we hoped today, but hey, we made some progress!" She gave him a plastered grin as she tried to find the silver lining. Varian only gave her a look as if she was crazy and rolled his eyes.

She heaved a heavy sigh.

"Varian, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Lots of people see special psychiatrists. That's what they're for. They wouldn't exist if people didn't need them."

Varian still refused to meet her gaze.

"Also, not everyone finds the right therapist on their first try. It took me a whole year and three different doctors before I found Dr. Mcguire."

Varian did look at her upon that revelation, this time with surprise on his face.

Aunt Cass gave him a small smile.

"Did you think you were the only one who needed therapy?" She gently teased, before admitting, "I was only 24 when I took in Tadashi and Hiro. I didn't know how to be a parent. I didn't know how to handle two grieving little boys nor the emotional roller coaster I was on as well. I had to get help. I had to try out different doctors, different types of therapy, even took medication for a little while, and it took time but in the end it did make things better for all of us. I just want you to get better as well."

Varian processed this confession as he wrestled with his growing sense of shame and despair.

"But...but…you never did anything to deserve that. It was just a bad thing that happened to you.. I… I on the other hand…I wasn't in that jail for no reason." He confessed before bursting into tears.

"I don't care." Aunt Cass quietly said.

Varian looked back in surprise again. She stood before him with worry etched onto her face.

"I don't care what you did." She reiterated. "It doesn't matter."

She bent down and cupped Varian's face into her hand, just as she did when he returned after running away.

"Varian, no one deserves to be treated the way you were. Especially a child. That..that was just cruel." Her voice broke. "Cruel, and inhumane, and oh god, what ever did they do to you to make you think you deserved it?" It was her turn to cry as she scooped Varian into a hug.

Varian blinked rapidly, both because of the tears and because he hadn't been expecting this reaction. He knew he was at fault. Everyone in the kingdom knew it. They all blamed him for what happened and threw nothing but scorn his way. The only reason that Aunt Cass and everyone else didn't hate him too was because they didn't know, surely. But the sincerity in her voice, the tender loving embrace, the way she put up with him and his stupid mistakes around the house, all made him desperate to believe her. So he hugged her tightly back.

"But.. But.. I'm not 'no one'" The tears flowed freely now. "I'm...I'm…I'm not like anyone. The doctor said so herself, today."

"No!" She pulled away from the embrace to look him dead in the eye. "No. She said you needed help that she couldn't give. Dr. Brown, though, can. He deals with people who've been through what you've been through. You're not alone. You're not broken. You're not weird. And you are most certainly not deserving of being thrown in a dungeon."

She wiped her fingers through his bangs, a sign of affection he'd come to recognize from her, and blinking back tears said, "Oh how I wish I could have been there for you sooner. But I'm here now. And so is Hiro, all your friends, Chief Cruz, Professor Granville, and Dr. Mcguire. Ok? We are all here for you now, and we love you, and nothing is going to change that. And now Dr. Brown will be there for you too. So please, let us help you."

Varian searched her eyes. These were words he had longed to hear for who knew how long, but when faced with them for real he had trouble giving into them; to believing them. The nagging voice in his head was screaming at him, warning him that it wasn't true, that they would all abandon his as soon as he screwed up or they found out the truth of his past, the same as how everyone else had given up on him, told him how he didn't deserve such kindness, ect.,but he didn't care. He wanted it to be true.

He nodded yes and flung his arms around Aunt Cass again. They remained that way, just holding each other for several minutes. While Aunt Cass stroked his hair and cooed reassuring words. How she loved him, how she wasn't going anywhere, how he was her child now and nothing would change that. He wasn't sure if he was ready to accept her as a parent yet, to him his dad was the only parent he needed, but he deeply appreciated all that she had done, all that she promised to do, and it felt good to finally be accepted somewhere, to be wanted .

When they finally stopped hugging Aunt Cass said she was going to call Dr. Brown and set up an appointment. She then stroked the top of his head again and asked if he wanted to help her bake something special for dinner. He nodded yes and they both put the unfortunate incident at the therapist behind them.

#Varian #Tangled #BH6 #aunt cass #cass hamada #big hero six #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #BH6 the series

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whenallelsefails-eatpie · 4 years ago

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Finally Answering Questions for y’all

Q1: How tall or short do you wish you were?

I used to wish I was taller because I already am tall for an (AGAB)female (5′8 1/2) but then I learned about platforms so.

4: What was your favorite video game growing up?

Monkey Ball or Sonic Adventure Escape the City...I only had a Gamecube.

6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say?

Warning: Uses humor as a defense mechanism but will quickly become extremely invested in you and give you immense amounts of unending love if they vibe w you

8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic]

Melancholic

9: Are you ticklish?

extremely, on my back and sides (use this information wisely. I take no responsibility for involuntarily punching anyone who tickles me)

10: Are you allergic to anything?

absolutely nothing, allergies are to weed out the weak. (jkjk no eugenics here sis you slay that epipen)

11: What’s your sexuality?

~ pansexual ~ (prefer agab [not cis, those are two different things] females)

12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa?

tea, then coffee with cocoa. I don’t enjoy cocoa or coffee as much separately.

37: What is your eye color?

hazel/green

38: Introvert or extrovert?

I’m ambiverted but lean toward introversion.

44: Do you like tattoos and piercings?

oh yeah absolutely, I personally just prefer that the tattoos aren’t on your face. Or with piercings that they don’t take up so much of your face that I can’t see what you really look like.

54: What color would you like your hair to be right now?

pink, red, or platinum 56: Something that calms you down?

reading, playing instruments, taking a bath, cooking or baking

57: Have any mental disorders?

yessir. ADD, anxiety. and I used to have really bad depression. Now my depression is simply manageable lol.

73: What is your MBTI type?

INFP (enneagram 4)

86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes?

surprisingly yes, will I come close to passing out? Maybe. But I can.

87: Do your socks always match?

never, I hate matching my socks unless the socks are funky and need to match to give them the biggest bang for their buck.

92: A store you hate?

Dick’s sporting goods. I have been dragged around that place for hours and absolutely nothing there interests me. (edit: I found a beanie that I liked but my previous opinion still stands)

93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day?

start counting and never stop. If you mean in terms of actual measurements like cups/ounces, I can drink 20. What can I say I’m from New England.

94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds?

Definitely fly because that might help lessen my fear of heights

95: Do you like to wear camo?

literally shoot me if you ever see me wearing camo. please, I beg you. that will be me at my lowest point

96: Winter or summer?

Autumn. Next question.

97: How long can you hold your breath for?

3-4 minutes. It’s all that breath control from musical theatre.

99: Someone you look up to:

Jughead Jones. Yes I said that, fight me. He is completely himself and he allows the different facets of his personality to shine through to people that he loves and cares about. He is loyal and caring but also unique and resilient. Plus his fave food is burgers which is an instant win for me.

100: A store you love?

Hot Topic, Barnes and Nobles, Savers or any thriftstore

102: Where do you live?

New England bb (; gettin that dark academia aesthetic straight from the source

104: What is your favorite mineral or gem?

Amber

105: Do you drink milk?

You mean out of the glass? Like a psychopath? Like a serial killer? Absolutely not

106: Do you like bugs?

I do! Except for spiders and mosquitoes (although I’m warming up to spiders)

109: Can you draw:

Eh yeah ig, well enough. I draw realistically but I’m not great at animated style.

111: A question you hate being asked?

“Are you a boy or a girl?” (like why? does it personally affect you? are you planning on boning me? if not then buzz off)

113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach?

Yes, but only at night when the beach is quiet. I’m not a huge fan of the beach during the day

114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days?

Rainy or sunny. Don’t go givin me the clouds with none of the drizzle.

119: Favorite thing about a person:

Personality first and foremost. Humor and kindness. But physically; their smile and mannerisms.

120: Fruits or vegetables?

Veggies (or berries i like berries)

121: Something you want to do right now:

Run away... ahah. But in all honesty I would love to go mushroom foraging rn, or possibly go on an adventure. Maybe go put on clothing meant for an entirely different time period and run around Target idk.

123: Sweet or sour foods?

Definitely not sour I hate sour. Spoonfeed me wasabi, that I can handle. But if you make me eat a Warheads I will cry.

129: What would you want written on your tombstone?

I personally have a lot of problems with the funeral industry, so I would rather not take up space and rot preservation chemicals into the earth. But if I had an interim tombstone with no body underneath, it would read “Live Laugh Love” bc ~irony~

131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself?

that I’m very individualistic and stubborn

132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures?

Yes absolutely, that’s what they’re there for.

134: Do you like roller coasters?

Do I like feeling like I’m about to full send through the crust of the earth and die? No. No I do not. (I am a simple person, I go to carnivals for the food and to feed off terror.) 139: What nicknames do you have/have had?

141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink?

OH YEAH absolutely, I am a repressed gen z homosexual raised in a homophobic religious atmosphere, I am practically born with a therapist assigned to me.

142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others?

Definitely good -_- unfortunately. Catch me bein the mom friend.

143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help?

I prefer giving, but I am learning how to recieve.

144: What makes you angry

People who live their lives in willful ignorance despite the endless resources available to them and let that ignorance hurt others.

146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries?

All of em. Gimme em all. I don’t like boys as much currently but I would still probably lay my life on the line for some.

147: Are you androgynous?

Yes. It’s more fluid than it is being in consistent limbo between masc and femme. Usually I’m androgynous but I often swing wildly between both ends of that socially perceived spectrum. 148: Favorite thing about yourself physically?

My hands or smile(product of bracesTM). But I have been told I have nice hands.

149: Favorite thing about your personality:

I am a very strong blend of wise and class clown. I can do em both, I can do em well, and I can do em whenever. I also care a lot about others but I don’t change myself to be accepted by them.

150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person.

MLK Jr. --> I want to gain perspective on some of the current global issues. Jesus --> I’ve got a lot of questions for that dude. JRR Tolkien bc he’s incredible or Joan of Arc for the same reason

151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose?

Ooh well, as a woman not many eras are desirable. But um probably either the 70s or Ancient Greece

154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons?

YES. GIMME UR FINGERS > i meant that to sound much less threatening than it did but my statement still stands. 155: Do you like to play with others’ hair?

Yes it’s literally one of my favorite things to do. I hab empty lap. *pat pat* U may lay your head on it and watch Rilakkuma and Kaoru with me while I play with your hair. pls. 157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious:

Women..... That’s it. That’s the tweet.

158: Biggest lie you have ever told:

That I am not a member of the alphabet mafia. (It’s not currently safe for me to come out) Now tell me *shines light in your face* who are your contacts?

164: Do you have long or short hair?

I have medium hair. It’s around the length of a bisexual bob or a good mullet.

165: Shortest/Longest your hair has ever been:

Shortest was a pixie cut, almost buzzed, amazing. Longest was to my butt and was literally the worst experience in existence. I shall to this day actively rebel against having hair like that again.

166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religion?

Organized religion can suck it. You can’t organize your relationship with God, nor can you stick it into a little manmade box and pretend that you have the ability to create a perfect faith which others have to either follow or perish. It’s arrogant and damaging and hurtful and not at all what Christianity is supposed to mean.

167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created?

I do. I think it’s important and something we need to think about. I do believe there is something after death, and I like to believe that my life has meaning. I think that questions of creation are important questions to ask and we can’t just ignore them.

168: Do you like to wear makeup?

Yes! It’s fun! Pretty colors!

170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully?

Absolutely. And the ones I didn’t feel like answering I simply omitted.

#chaotic good #Q&A #I learned more about myself writing this #than you probably did reading it #pls feel free to continue asking questions #i probably have too many answers #i heard oversharing on the internet is #cool

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skzsauce01 · 5 years ago

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WOW, Jisung

Description: Jisung’s crush discovers a past he would rather hide.

Warning: None

Word count: 1769

Pairings: Han Jisung x fem!reader

WOW, Bang Chan / WOW, Changbin

“Excuse me, Noona. Do you have a boyfriend?”

Jisung chokes on his water upon hearing those words escape from your normally sweet lips.

“W-what?” he stutters, still trying to recover from choking.

“What?” you return, feigning confusion.

“You just said something. What was it?”

“I didn’t say anything; I was just passing by.” You flutter your lashes at him innocently.

He wonders if you’re doing it on purpose-- if you know what effect it has on him.

“Oh, I just thought I heard something,” he mutters, turning away to hide his reddening features.

Sniffling a giggle, you leave the blonde to his imagination.

He heard it. He’s pretty sure he hears it this time, the unmistakable melody of your laughter and Hyunjin singing “wooooow” in an all-too exaggerated manner. He walks into the room to find you cleaning up after finishing his bandmate’s makeup. His heart pangs a little upon seeing you smiling at each other, but the feelings all wash away when you turn towards him with that same curve on your lips.

“Jisung-oppa! You’re just in time. Have a seat!”

“It’s makeup time, ‘Jisung-oppa,’” Hyunjin teases while pushing past the younger’s shoulder.

He sits down in the chair, fairly certain the two of you know something he doesn’t. The fact that you’re wearing a grey jacket doesn’t escape him.

“What were the two of you talking about?” he questions.

You dab foundation onto his squirrely cheeks. “There’s a new movie coming out next week. He wanted to watch it together.”

“Really? It sounded like he was singing something.”

“Singing what?”

Jisung’s voice gets caught in his throat. One, because he would be exposing himself if he told you the title and you actually don’t know about it, and two, because you were leaning a little too close to put on his liner.

“Just... something...” he manages. “Are you really going to the movies with him?”

You’re glad he’s closing his eyes so he can’t see you laughing. “I am. Do you want to come?”

“Yes!” he exclaims too readily. His eyelids pop open in eagerness and you nearly jab his eyeball with eye shadow.

“Really? It’s a horror.”

“O-oh...” He slumps back into the back of the chair. “T-that’s fine. I like horror movies. Yeah, let’s go.”

Jisung didn’t realize a movie outing consisted of not only you, him, and Hyunjin, but also a handful of staff and some other members. Of course it has to be like this; the group can’t handle a dating scandal quite yet.

Through a series of trades, the boy finally successfully got the ticket for the seat next to you. As he weaved through the aisle with a bucket of popcorn he hoped you guys could share, he spots you and Hyunjin wearing one ear of a earphone each and bobbing to some music as the two of you waited for the movie to start.

“What are you listening to?” he casually asks.

“3RACHA,” Hyunjin replies off-offhandedly.

“Oh, which song?”

The taller male mumbles something incoherent. Behind you, Jeongin reaches for Hyunjin’s phone and reads the title. The maknae breaks into a peal of laughter and whispers something into his leader’s ear.

“Ya! Hyunjin! What are you showing Y/N?” whines Chan.

“What is it? What are they listening to?” Jisung demands.

“Art.” “Ear poison.” “The best thing ever.” “Your demise.”

Jisung glares at his members and is about to voice another complaint when a vampire jumps onto screen, effectively replacing his complaint with a scream. He feels you giving his shoulder a calming pat in the dark, and the boy looks down at his feet with burning embarrassment. Perhaps he shouldn’t have chosen this seat after all.

To get Hyunjin to spill the beans on what he’s been showing you, Jisung finally loops you and his bandmates into a game of “Truth or Dare” with Wasabi being the punishment for chickens who flake out on their turn.

After a series of hard-fought rock-paper-scissors, Jisung gets to go first.

“Hyunjin--”

The male in question takes a swig of wasabi paste, earning him a few boos and teases.

Jisung is fuming at this point. It’s already been two weeks since his suspicions arose, and he needs answers. He turns his focus on you, knowing you have a notoriously low tolerance for spice. However, it seems like he isn’t the only one who has you in focus.

“Y/N, truth or dare?” prompts Hyunjin.

“Truth.”

“Do you like someone? Like, like like.”

Jisung’s every sense heighten ten-fold.

You raise a brow at Hyunjin, knowing he already knows the answer. “Yes.”

A few ooh’s and ah’s fill the room. Jisung thought you stole a quick glance at him before answering, but he really isn’t sure about it this time.

After Felix put Changbin’s sock in his mouth, Chan confessed to stealing Felix’s sausage, Minho danced to “Barbie World,” and Jisung being forced to admit he isn’t actually as cool as he thinks, it’s finally the squirrel’s turn again.

“Y/N...” he begins feeling the name that he’s usually to shy to even think about roll smoothly off his tongue. “Truth or dare?”

You narrow your eyes at him, weighing your options. Jisung could feel your intense stare burning his skin and making him dizzy.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to... um...”

All the members already knew of his little fancy and begin laughing.

“Kiss me,” suggests Felix.

“Seven minutes in heaven,” adds Minho.

Play the song you and Hyunjin were listening to at the theater, he wants to say. It has been his original goal after all. But something even more pressing seems to want to escape him.

“H-hug,” he utters.

“Hug?” the room repeats his incomplete thought.

“Hug the person you like!” he blurts, squeezing his body into a tight fetal position and feeling his soul escape him.

He could see your face fall at the command. Chan leans over to your ear and whispers something.

“I know,” you reply. Then you whisper something else back to him.

Jisung’s heart begins racing after catching the first part of what you said. It increases to a rate where he’s sure he would die any minute when you stand and walk towards him.

But you don’t make it to him. Your feet stop two meters short. Instead, you crouch in the middle of the circle the boys form and uncap the tube of wasabi. A tear streams from your face as the foreign substance touches your pallet. Chan pats you on the back when you return to your seat, and you bury your head in your hands, visibly more upset than what wasabi should have cause.

The game ends soon after that due to it being midnight. Jisung never got his answers but it doesn’t seem to matter now that all he cares about is why you’re so down, especially after that dare.

He clutches your wrist as you try to pile out of the room with the rest of the boys.

“Y/N.”

“What’s wrong, Jisung-oppa?” You turn to face him with a half-hearted smile.

He gathers his confidence and hardens his stance. “You’re the only one who knows.”

��The song?”

“No, I don’t care about that anymore. What I do care about is why you’re so upset.”

“Why?”

He decides to take the gamble. “You told Chan you know why.”

Bulls-eye. You falter under his gaze, refusing to meet it with your own.

“How about this: I’ll tell you the song and you leave me alone.”

He runs to the door to block it as you try walking away. “I can’t leave you alone, Y/N. I like you too much to do that.”

You stop dead on your tracks at his vocalized confession.

“But you have to!” you exclaim. “It’ll ruin your career otherwise!”

“Is this what it’s about? Me being an idol? That’s why you never said anything even though you’ve known I liked you all this time. Then what about you? Tell me how you feel about me.”

“I won’t. I can’t,” you huff. “I think that game we just played is answer enough.”

He takes your hand again and pulls you into a hug. “It was, and that’s why I can’t just let you go anymore.” He guides your hand around his waist. “Come on, complete your dare. We’ll make this work somehow.”

You sniffle into his chest, still hesitant.

Jisung sighs and begins rapping softly, letting the vibrations in his chest calm you.

“Excuse me, Y/N, but do you have a boyfriend? A-ah, sorry, that must have been too direct Those guys behind me called you pretty N-no, I'm just nervous, so I'm rambling on I'm still an 18-year-old high schooler Honestly, the last thing you want is stubbornness Although I might be a nuisance I've been thinking about this for a long time My friends are making fun of me Stop for a moment and focus on your gaze Your entire aura is shining I'll focus on expressing my inexperienced heart My sweat keeps flowing and I'm getting goosebumps One comment gives me eighth grade syndrome She must have noticed, at first I was confident This isn't a joke Time shows that you reaction is probably my love potion.” He’s glad to hear your soft chuckles at the end of his verses.

“I can’t believe you did that,” you murmur.

“Well, what do you say? Date me?”

“But the company...”

“We’ll keep it between these walls. I know I’ll be asking you to endure a lot for me, but we can make this work. I’ll make it work. For you, I can make anything work.”

You sigh, giving into your feelings and his charming sincerity. With a tight squeeze around his waist, you nod. “Okay.”

Jisung returns the gesture and buries his face into your hair. He releases a sigh of relief and feels all the anxiety he has built up over everything and anything being freed from him as he melts into your arms.

Fireworks go off. And by fireworks I mean eight overly loud boys.

“Finally!” screams Changbin.

Seungmin is seen grumbling while handing Jeongin a few bucks after probably losing a bet.

“Screw secrecy, go public so I can stop being shipped with this guy,” Minho suggests.

“Were you guys listening this whole time?” Jisung gasps.

“Duh,” Chan replies. “I can’t believe you actually sung ‘WOW’ though, mate.”

“I thought that was the song you guys were feeding to her behind my back, so I found it fitting.”

You laugh at his blushing cheeks, red from embarrassment and regret, and press a quick peck onto it. “It really was ‘WOW.’”

~ ad.gold

#han #han jisung #skz #stray kids #wow #3racha #20190817

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duoplicitous · 5 years ago

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GET TO KNOW THE BLOGGER.

For rp & non-rp blogs to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen !

1. FIRST NAME ⇢ Soda, Jae-Seung

2. STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF ⇢ I have a natural resistance to anesthetic? I woke up like 3 times during a wisdom tooth removal, so they only managed to do 1/2 the job before they were worried about me ODing on whatever they had me on. Then they sent me to a specialist who REALLY knocked me out, but I also was out for at least 45 minutes after the operation, so idk what he used.

3. TOP 3 PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON ⇢ veins (DON’T JUDGE ME) like esp. on hands and forearms, eyes, weirdly enough the triangular divot on the lowerback and upper hips created by the bony landmarks of the sacrum?

4. A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF ⇢ Fresh hand-pulled Noodles, soon dubu

5. A FOOD YOU HATE ⇢ Capers. What even are they???

6. GUILTY PLEASURE ⇢ I have a LOT of stuffed animals, especially ones from the Pokémon Center.

7. WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN ⇢ HD is going to kill me for this, but I don’t change before going to bed. I only use pajams when someone’s visiting me or I’m staying somewhere else.

8. SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS ⇢ I’m more of an all or nothing type where romance is concerned...

9. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE ⇢ I kind wish I hadn’t done so many drugs as a kid, I used to be REALLY smart.

10. ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON ⇢ Physically, not so much... It’s caused issues in the past before, but I just can’t think or be that way. I show affection in other ways I find more important than being clingy.

11. A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN ⇢ Ip Man, In This Corner of the World

12. FAVORITE BOOK ⇢ I guess... Sharp Ends by Joe Abercrombie? I love books, I can’t just pick one!

13. YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE ⇢ If it weren’t entirely cruel to keep a wild animal captive, an owl? Or a tiger- Yes, I wanted to be Princess Jasmine as a child because her best friend was a huge ass tiger.

14. TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS ⇢ Iideku, DabiTwice, ShigaTwice, EraserMic, Tetsudeku (thanks to @unsuccesscr)

15. PIE OR CAKE ⇢ I love cake... but what about tarts???

16. FAVORITE SCENTS ⇢ Holy Thorn incense by Star Child, ‘Wasabi’ by Firebird Bath & Body (it’s actually a mix of ginger, eucalyptus, mint and lime), Burberry Brit Sheer (discontinued unfortunately), Sexual Pour Homme by Michel Germain

17. CELEBRITY CRUSHES ⇢ Robert Downey Jr., Mads Mikkelsen, Eva Gaëlle Green, Salma Hayek, Ray Stevenson

18. IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO ⇢ China, honestly. I loved it there.

19. INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT ⇢ Introvert.

20. DO YOU SCARE EASILY ⇢ Nope, I was raised on Joe Bob Briggs’ Monstervision

21. IPHONE OR ANDROID ⇢ Android

22. DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES ⇢ Persona, Dragon Age, FFXIV, Pokémon, old ports like Chrono Trigger and Secret of Mana

23. DREAM JOB ⇢ Concept artist, author

24. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS ⇢ Get my goddamn teeth fixed, go back home to Korea, never work ever again

25. FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE ⇢ I’m trying to think of someone I irrationally hate, instead of characters who are written to be hated... From this fandom though? Definitely Min//eta (who is actually considered ‘comedy relief’) and End//eavor (wtf is with this bullshit ‘redemption arc’).

26. FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER ⇢ HP, FFXV, ATLA/TLOK, Firefly

Tagged By: @spitecremated (thank you so much, Ray!)

Tagging: IDK who hasn’t done it yet... Steal from me?

#◉ DASH GAMES #◉ BRAWLAMARI [MUN]

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lovetvshowsposts · 6 years ago

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A Variro Story CH 1

Description: Varian (Tangled the Series) is a transfer from Germany and new to San Fransokyo and the Institute of Technology and the second 14-year-old to be inducted in the school. He tries to keep things under control, so people won’t find out his secret. Hiro can handle being a student and hero but now with these unknown feelings and them being toward the new guy he doesn’t quite know what to do. (I swear the story is better than the description) AU (Hiro X Varian=Variro)

This story is based off of Tumblr user @sinningcookie ship of Hiro and Varian (Variro). Be sure to check out the art that has been done of these two it’s amazing. If I was good at drawing, I would have made a Variro comic but here is the story of how the two meet, become boyfriends and each other’s heroes. Complete AU from both of the series but they are represented in ways throughout this story.

Beep beep! Beep beep!

Eyes open slowly at the sound of an annoying noise as it continues to sound. Until they land upon the source. The clock says 7:45AM making the eyes shoot right open. “Ah no, I’m going to be late!!” shouts Hiro as he jumps out of bed grabbing papers and cloths as he looks for his backpack. He finds it hanging on his chair and starts to stuff everything into it, which makes the chair roll right onto his foot. “Ow!” He hops backwards to his bed holding his foot.

The beeping from the other side of the room drew his attention. Baymax opens his eyes to see all of Hiro’s room and the state he was in. He steps out of his charging port and goes to Hiro. “Hiro on a scale of one to ten how would you rate your pain?” he proceeds to show the chart on his chest.

“I don’t have time Baymax, I’m late!! Hiro quickly gets up and starts to get dressed. “Why didn’t you wake me up, anyway? The emergency alarm had to wake me.”

“The average amount of sleep the human body needs is eight hours. You went to bed at two AM by my calculations you need another two hours to function properly.”

“I know Baymax, but I have papers, projects and classes that need to be done.” Hiro argues as he finishes tying his shoe, he gets up and sprints for the stairs. As he was about to leave, Hiro remembers to grab his bag and Baymax in tow.

The Lucky Cat Café was as busy as usual for a Monday morning. All the tables were packed as Aunt Cass tries to cut time by loading up a tray full of coffees and pastries. She walks past the doorway that leads to their upstairs living quarters.

Hiro comes out of nowhere, yelling “Bye Aunt Cass. Sorry no hugs, I’m late.” Running right by his aunt who is able to dodge him, but once Baymax bumps into her she begins to fall, just taking the tray with her, until a helpful hand saves the both of them.

“Woah that would have been a disaster. Are you ok?” a feminine voiced stranger says as she helps pick up the tray and Aunt Cass.

“Yeah I’m fine but when you have a nephew; somethings can go crazy. Ah thank you…” Aunt Cass looks to the young lady that was in front of her as she is helped up. She wore black boots that led to grey skinny jeans. They were held with a brown belt with the most peculiar belt buckle; a circle with three lines on it. As she is still being lifted Cass see a maroon shirt that was tucked in and a black leather jacket covering the rest of the stranger. Cass’s finally helped all the way up get the reveal of the stranger’s face seeing pale skin, dark pink lips, hazel eyes and raven hair that is in a bob-cut of layers with grey highlights. Which Aunt Cass thought had to be the girl’s choice of dying it because the stranger seems to be the age of 23. And that much grey hair on her did not seem natural.

The stranger finally offers her name. “Cassandra, and I kind of am going to be going through the same thing as I watch my friends’ kid.” Cassandra fully gives control to the tray back to Aunt Cass, as she walks to drop off coffee and pastries at tables.

“Ah, are you new here? I haven’t seen you around.” Cass asks as Cassandra follows her.

“No, I’ve lived here for a while and have heard about your place. But I’m just not really a coffee person.”

Cass asks bewildered “Then what brings you in?” as she sets the last pastry down.

“You evidently have a tea other places don’t carry that helps my friend’s kid calm down. With it being his first day at a new school, he’s a bit nerves so…” Cassandra was cut off by a long car honk that came from outside.

“Speak of the devil. That’s him now, can I get a large?”

“Say no more; I’m on it.” Aunt Cass proceeds to make the tea as quickly as she could.

“Alright, Baymax, I’ll be back after classes. The others might drop by throughout the day. See ya!! Hiro says as he closes the door to Tadashi’s lab and runs to Professor Granville’s class. He makes it through the door before he could be marked late.

“You; barley made it, Mr. Hamada. Note; being punctual will help you be able to keep a job in the future, even if you are working for yourself.” Professor Granville states as she pulls her lecture up on to the screen.

Hiro lets out a relived breath as he walks to his seat. He pulls out his notebook and pencil for the lecture. The class was going normally until almost the end of class. There was a knock at the classroom door. Everyone looks to Professor Granville. She looks to the door window.

“Ah yes, come on in Mr. Müller.” The whole class had their eyes on the door as it slowly opens. A young boy walks to Professor Granville. Hiro too, stares as the guy walks by. Noting of what he could see, the student wore many layers of baggy clothes all consisting of teal and black.

A teal beanie sat on his shaggy black hair. His bangs covered a majority of his face. But one strand stood out because it was blue. He held a few notebooks in one hand against his chest and a plastic cup in the other. Hiro took a closer look to see the logo. It was from the Lucky Cat Café. Hiro’s scrutinizing gaze was broken when Granville spoke; “Now class, I don’t normally introduce new students, but this is Varian Müller a 14-year-old transfer from Germany. As you can see, he doesn’t quite know campus so if one of you could show him around?” She looks around the room to see if anyone will volunteer. Instead of volunteering everyone starts whispering.

Hiro looks around making out some of the whispering conversations that were: “He’s young.” “Is his look a fashion statement?” “Why did he transfer?” “What’s his major.” He then looks back to Varian to sees the guy was shrinking in on himself and the cups contents he was holdings was swishing around a bit. Hiro noted probably from being nervous.

Just as Professor Granville was about to speak a happy go lucky “I’ll do it!” came from Hiro’s right. He looked over to see Karmi the 18-year-old bio-tech prodigy. She was all to giddy to be the guide this new kid. No doubt to find out what he studies, or he must be new competition for her. Hiro thought as he watches her head to the front of the room.

“Thank you Karmi. Alright class that is all for today’s lesson don’t forget to do pages nine though thirteen of your textbooks.” Granville states as class is dismissed.

“Argh; finally; the hard part of my day is over!!” Hiro reports as he enters the lab hands full of his textbooks and new project parts. He sets them down on the closest table knocking some other papers and blueprints over to the already messy floor. He wipes his forehead with his jacket sleeve as he looks around the room seeing Fred laying upside down on a chair reading a comic as Baymaxs watches.

All of a sudden Fred pops up saying “Hey! What about this; could a person survive a blast of magma from there hands?” asks Fred excitedly.

“The probability of magma emanating from a person’s hands is nonexistent they would suffer from third degree burns from the surrounding tissue and…”

Baymax was cut off when Wasabi, Honey Lemon and Gogo all barged into the lab. “Did you hear about the new guy!” Squeals Honey Lemon. “I heard he was too smart for his old school so that why he’s here.”

“Yeah this kid’s got a so many awards he’s probably going to win all the ones here.” Wasabi chimes in.”

“I heard he is an alien from the planet Malgo an here to suck out our brains!” Fred says enthusiastically as he walks over to Gogo trying to scary her.

“No.” Voices Gogo as she stops him from getting closer by putting her hand on his chest.

“Freddy were you feeling left out because you don’t know what we’re talking about?” implies Honey Lemon.

“Yes; No; Maybe?” Fred shrinks down after each word knowing his guess were way off. Which made everyone silent until Gogo announces “I just heard he was from Germany.”

“Wait you guys are talking about the transfer uh Varian…uh…Varian Miller.”

“It’s pronounced Mueller since he’s from Germany Hiro.” Politely corrects Honey Lemon.

“Whatever he’s Karmi’s new competition so I don’t care what his name is.” Hiro starts to dig through a box of parts to get started on a project.

“Oh, so you didn’t hear?” States Gogo as she crosses her arms.

“Hear what?” Hiro looks to his friends in confusion while he was still digging. Fred shrugs because he is just as much in the dark as he is.

“Karmi released a whole report about this kid. Its on the schools blog.” Wasabi pulls out his phone and shows Hiro. The screen shows a quick snapshot of the kid trying to block the camera with his fingerless gloved hands. With the title New Prodigy Hits Campus! Before he could read anymore Wasabi took it away saying. “It says the kid went to Berlin’s Institute of Technology our number one competitor. He’s won all sorts of awards. Until a mysteries accident caused half the school to be decommissioned. He’s now here to continue his studies.”

“Did he actually tell Karmi this?” Hiro asks as he pulls out the tool he was looking for.

“I don’t think so. I saw Karmi in the library on the computer.” Gogo says as she blows a bubble from her gum. Hiro walks over to some parts that he has on a table and starts his project.

“What I’m shocked is he’s majoring in Chemical Engineering and Robotics. Two majors is suicide at this school!”

As soon as the word Robotics left Honey Lemons mouth, he froze. “What is he majoring?”

She repeats herself “Chemical Engineering and Robotics.”

“Ha looks like you finally have some competition man.” Fred blurts out. They all start to continue to talk about the new guy which seems to just fade to a hum to Hiro as things were swimming around his mind. He puts his tools down and walks to the door. “I’m going to go get some gummy bears I’ll be right back.” If his face gave away sign of irritation his friends didn’t see it as they said see ya and went back to their conversation. But Baymax knew and he follows Hiro.

“Hiro my scans indicate that you are slightly irritated. What is irritating you?” Baymax asks.

“Nothing buddy just got a lot on my mind.” He says subdued until he states, “But not as much as that new guy I bet he won’t be able to last a week handling such difficult classes.” Brightening his spirits as he walks to the vending machine.

Two Weeks Later…

“Man did you hear Varian made a…”

“That kid is smarter than anyone here.”

“Varian just combined a …”

“Varian”

“Aaaaaa” Shouts Hiro as he slams his head on the table. “Make it stop!” he muffles.

“Hey, did you hear…” Fred asks till he is cut off by Hiro.

“YES, I heard he made a unstoppable robot, he is smarter than anyone else here, I even heard that he is the cutest one here. And I’m here to say; I have had enough. I’m going to challenge him to show this nerd school who is the true prodigy of SFIT!” Hiro stomps out of the lab Baymax following behind him.

“I was just going to say they had free tacos at the cafeteria.” Fred announces to an empty lab as he takes a bite out of one of his tacos.

#big hero 6 #big hero six #hiro hamada #hiro #tangled the series #varian #crossover #big hero 6 the series

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lolbtsaus · 7 years ago

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Get To Know Me Tag

I was tagged by the lovely jeons-jalebi, thank you for tagging me!!

RULES: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

THE LAST:

1. Drink: water (literally all I ever drink) 2. Phone call: I don’t really call people?? I get random numbers calling me but I don’t answer bc I don’t know them so I guess my last call was to my mom’s fiance bc he had lost his phone and we were trying to find it by calling it 3. Text message: the last one I sent was to my mom 4. Song you listened to: Into You by Ariana Grande 5. Time you cried: it would probably be back in October or November

HAVE YOU EVER:

6. Dated someone twice: nope 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: no 8. Been cheated on: nope 9. Lost someone special: yeah 10. Been depressed: not really no 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: never drank

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12: Anything pastel 13: Blue 14: Dusty rose/rose gold that type of shit

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: yep 16. Fallen out of love: nope 17. Laughed until you cried: hell yeah I have a cat that loses her balances just grooming herself 18. Found out someone was talking about you: no 19. Met someone who changed you: not really no 20. Found out who your friends are: yep 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: I don’t have a facebook

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: don’t have a facebook 23. Do you have any pets: I got my bby furball, Annie who is my cat, a dog named Lenny and a dog named Dobbie 24. Do you want to change your name: Nah I like my name 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: My mom, her fiance and I all went to this restaurant we love and then we came home and played Catan and it was probably my favorite birthday ever, I also had a late celebration with my entire family in like April, around Easter bc I have a huge family and we can’t get together on every individual birthday bc people got jobs and they live in different cities so we do group bdays so all of the recent bdays were celebrated and mine was one of them and I got to blow out a candle with all of my cousins that had had a bday 26. What time do you wake up: like 5:30-6 pm bc my sleep schedule is fucked up 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: either eating, writing or watching youtube shit I don’t really remember 28. Name something you can’t wait for: to move 29. When was the last time you saw your mom? a couple hours ago, when I thanked her for cutting us up some cantaloupe 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I wish I could be moved into another city bc I do not like the city I live in now but that’s pretty close to happening (maybe, if we find a place in another city but I’m getting vibes from my mom that she wants out too so fingers crossed) 31. What are you listening to right now: a megamix 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: no I don’t think so 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: landlords/owners of houses bc this is the second time in two years a home owner has been like oops get out we bailing 34. Most visited website: youtube or tumblr or this one site I use to play a game I’ve played for years 35. Mole/s: I have three or four on my neck, I have one on my shoulder, one on my shoulder blade, I have a few 36. Mark/s: I have a few freckles/moles, I have a couple scars and a birthmark 37. Childhood dream: to become a vet 38. Hair color: brown but like with red undertones 39. Long or short hair: short for sure 40. Do you have a crush on someone: no, my last term, I sat in between two people and both of them had rings on their fingers :’) 41. What do you like about yourself: I like how open minded I am 42. Piercings: none but I want like ten 43. Blood type: I have zero clue 44. Nicknames? Sae 45. Relationship status: single 46. Zodiac: Pisces 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV Show: Bob’s Burgers, Game of Thones, Vikings, Rick and Morty, etc. 50. Right or left hand: Right handed 51. Surgery: None 52. Hair dyed in different color: Yup, too many colors 53. Sport: the closest I got to a sport was archery and I only did it for a month bc my arm kept getting scratched and bruised from the string snapping against it bc my instructor wasn’t paying attention and didn’t correct me and it was only when my brother (who also did archery a few years ago) came with me that he noticed and pointed it out and we never went back bc my arm had bruises that would nearly cover my entire forearm every single week and that’s not cool 54. Piercing: None yet 55. Vacation: my last vacation was to visit my grandparents but my dream vacation would probably be Sweden or Denmark or Iceland or Busan 56. Pair of trainers: idk I think they’re Vans I’m too lazy to go find out

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: I just ate half of a cantaloupe and it was great, I got a bit of cat fur onto one piece, brushed it off and ate it anyways 58. Drinking: water 59. I’m about to: I’m about to go: write maybe or finish watching Hyuk’s vlive bc I forgot Vlive had other groups on it for a minute there and now I’m catching up 60. Waiting for: school 62. Want: to move and also breadsticks 63. Get married: I think I do I’m iffy about it, idk if I’d break up with someone if they didn’t want to I don’t think I would 64. Career: pfft fuck if I know, paleontology, paleo-anthropology or marine science/biology bc fuck me

WHICH IS BETTER

65. Hugs or kisses: hugs with kisses on the forehead good shit 66. Lips or eyes: eyes, for sure 67. Shorter or taller: Taller but I’m not picky 68. Older or younger: Older, I’m too young to be going younger 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Nice arms or nice stomach: I guess both, I’m not that into muscles,I can appreciate a really good soft stomach though 71. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive 72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant but not too hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a Stranger: nah 75. Drank hard liquor: haven’t drank 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: I once woke up from a nap at like 3 AM and couldn’t find my glasses so I had to wake my mother up and have her find them for me (they were on the other side of the room somehow) 77. Turned someone down: nope, never been hit on (cue the slow tear) 78. Sex on the first date: haven’t been on a date 79. Broken someone’s heart: no, not that I know of and I don’t see how I would’ve 80. Had your heart broken: nope 81. Been arrested: hell no, I’m the same one that never skips classes or leaves early 82. Cried when someone died: does it count if it was a cat 83. Fallen for a friend: no, I’ve had lowkey crushes though but it was one of those situations where it was like is this a crush or am I just liking this person as a human bean like do I make a move here do I wanna make a move

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84: Yourself: yes 85. Miracles: meh 86. Love at first sight: I believe in attraction at first sight, I personally couldn’t love someone until I love them really well 87. Santa Claus: I want to bc that’s an awesome theory but nah 88. Kiss on the first date: depends on who it is 89. Angels: I’m pretty iffy on religious things, I don’t know what I believe yet but I would like to think they exist

OTHER:

90. Current best friend’s name: I have a few really close friends that are all my best friends for different reasons and aspects, I’d say someone I can confide in and talk to no matter what is Ally, she gives amazing advice and is super sweet

91: Eye color: light brown

92: Favorite movie: Quest For Camelot, Jurassic Park

I tag everyone that wants to do this as well as wasabi-duck bc ily and I don’t think I’ve tagged you in any of these yet ?? but you should do it it’s fun

#tag

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kimdaily · 7 years ago

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eeek!!! Sab I think that was the same owl cafe I went to!!! Were there owls named bob or wasabi or schola? That's so cool if it was the same one since I suggested to visit an owl cafe and you went to the same one I did! I hope you enjoyed it :) -HP anon

ahhhh yes it’s the same one! :’))))) schola is my faveeee he looks so grumpy omfg

#anonymous #answered

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russianspy24 · 6 years ago

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Devils in the Windy City - Chapter 7

Summary: Elijah travels to Chicago, led by a vague prophecy about a girl who could be the Mikaelson family’s salvation. Klaus soon confronts him, and later Rebekah is drawn into another case of family drama. However, this trip to the Windy City turns out to be longer than a short stint. The Mikaelsons discover that their lives may change forever. Including every other vampire’s.

Word Count: 7,786

Author’s Note: This story is posted on FF.net and AO3, and since I’m on Tumblr, decided to post it here. ‘Bout time I’d say. Hopefully you read and enjoy!

Warnings: Rated M

Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

Chapter 7: Unwanted Guests

The daycare was ordinary. It was a one-story rectangular building that could’ve once been a Verizon Wireless store or maybe one of those family owned furniture stores. Now, colorful paper cut outs of flowers, trees, bunnies, and bumble bees were stuck to the glass of the large windows. The sign above said Children’s Land. The blinds were partially open, revealing rooms with kids. Children were also playing outside in the fenced-in area to the side of the building. The area had a playground, a small field of grass and a cluster of trees. The parking lot was empty mostly, as it wasn’t time yet for the parents to come retrieve their offspring.

Three adults, who were women, monitored the kids outside. One of them was Ollie, who was the youngest. The other two women were older.

It was a sunny, noon spring day, warm enough that hats or scarves weren’t needed, but jackets remained on. A child with a runny nose came running to them and said, “Miss Ollie, Miss Ollie, I need a tissue.”

“That’s not how we ask, Jake,” she said pointedly.

“Please can I have a tissue?” the boy amended with a sniffle.

“Yes, you can.” Ollie squatted and produced a plastic pack of said tissues. She raised it to the four-year-old boy’s nose and said, “Blow,” and he blew with all his might and she nodded curtly, saying, “Good.” After she made sure he had no more boogies, he lingered.

“I’m hungry,” he said with a whine.

Ollie stood and looked down at him with a raised eyebrow, her fist with the tissue at her hip. “Lunch is after playtime. Twenty minutes.”

“Twenty minutes?” gasped the boy. “But that’s soo long away.”

The other two ladies chuckled like hens.

“Be patient, Jacob,” one of them said. The woman was the tallest and rail thin with white hair. “Go play.”

“But…” the boy pouted.

“Go on, buddy. You heard Miss Tonya.” Ollie gave the boy a mock-stern look, which he took very seriously, and then turned around to go back to the other kids.

“A look from you, they march away,” the third lady said, shaking her head. She had short, graying red hair. She also had a thick Eastern European accent.

Ollie grinned and pocketed the crumpled tissue and the rest of the package inside her cargo jacket, giving the woman a sidelong glance. Ollie’s dark hair was up in a ponytail, loose strands fluttering in the wind. “My kids fall apart when I leave, Marfa,” she sighed dramatically. “I come back and they’re demanding and whining.”

“We have to watch our kids and yours. What do you expect? They had substitute for four days,” Marfa said.

“Hey, I didn’t go on vacation,” Ollie countered.

Tonya nudged the younger woman with her elbow. “We know, we know. We just like to give you a hard time.”

“My Timofey said the compote you shared with the pack was better,” Marfa said. “Better than last month’s. Is it new recipe?”

Ollie tilted her head, looking thoughtfully at the playing kids. “I don’t know. Maybe? Maybe my friend Liza said she added more honey in it. I have no idea. But yeah, it was better.”

“Well, whatever she did, Tim said to continue making it like that. I know wolfsbane takes like zhopa.” Ass.

“There’s nothing you can compare it to. It burns your mouth like it’s on fire and takes like gavno,” Ollie said to Marfa. Shit.

“What’s the difference?” Marfa said.

“Trust me. You should be glad you don’t know,” Ollie said with a raised brow.

Marfa’s husband was like Ollie, and Tonya’s in-laws were a part of the pack, so by default, she was, too. The kids ran around like puppies, chasing each other. Every kid’s family was associated with the suburban wolves in some way, whether directly or indirectly. Some were from American wolf families.

Ollie knew how lucky she was that the daycare was so accommodating. It was like one huge family of sorts. She wasn’t necessarily invited to every christening, but the ties were unbreakable. Most people couldn’t be a lone wolves.

Tonya went off to reprimand a couple of boys. Marfa went to take a little girl to potty. Ollie stood alone in the shade of the building and watched as two more little girls brought her a small bouquet of dandelions. It was impossible to linger in the mental clusterfuck of the full moon that had just passed—not when around children. Ollie loved them. No matter what mood she was in, they made her happy.

She raised the dandelions to her face, brushed them against her nose. The wind stirred, a cool breeze, promising summer around the corner. The air here wasn’t as clean as it was where the pack went during their time of the month—the sparsely populated area north of Rock City, by the Wisconsin border—but it was still pleasant.

With the breeze carried the blooming scent of the trees, the smell of the clouds, and the avoidable exhaust of cars on the street. Ollie’s gaze followed the notes in the breeze and looked to the cars that passed. Her stomach grumbled. She was hungry for lunch, too. Most wolves had huge appetites, whether or not the curse was triggered. As much as she loved to cook, Ollie was going to make a quick run while the kids napped to get Marfa, Tonya, and herself sushi across the street.

The joint was small and quaint but had the best maki rolls—in her opinion, anyway. One of those hole-in-the-wall places with a big Buddha by the front and a neon flashing sign that said Sushi! It was usually busy during lunch. They had specials until 4 in the evening.

A man sat at the front windows with a clear view across the street. He was sipping hot sake, which wasn’t half bad, popping edamame into his mouth and dropping the shells into an extra bowl that came with. He was gazing out the window casually. He looked like any of the other patrons that came in to have lunch solo.

“Your Chicago Crazy roll, Viking roll, and the Moonlight roll,” said the waiter, who finally brought the man his food. The arrangement was on a large flat white plate that was decorated with some kind of soy glaze.

“Thank you, and another large sake,” the man said. He’d already finished the first karaf and tossed the last small ceramic shot back. He didn’t look remotely buzzed. He seemed to have a high tolerance.

However, the waiter didn’t comment and simply bobbed his head, taking the karaf away and going off to fetch a new one.

“Let’s see if these are any good,” the man said. He had a distinct English accent. The Moonlight roll in particular had slices of radishes on each piece. They resembled the sphere that hung in the sky at night. How clever.

Knowing how to use chopsticks like most people, Klaus picked up one of the pieces and popped it into his mouth. With an expressionless face, he chewed. When he swallowed, an eyebrow quirked up. “Not half bad.”

He forewent the soy sauce and directed his chopsticks straight to the round glob of wasabi that had been provided next to the ginger slices, and picked a pea-sized amount with the tips of the wood. He proceeded to try the rest of the rolls when his new sake appeared, and he distractedly thanked the waiter, waving off his, “How are you liking it so far?”

Klaus started to feel a little warmth inside his skull by the time that he finished the second karaf. It took a lot for him to feel the effects of alcohol, but no matter—he hadn’t been planning to get drunk, anyway. And sushi wasn’t really why he’d gone out of his way to eat in the sleepy suburbs of Chicago.

When he was finished eating, he looked up to see a new customer enter the establishment. He hadn’t sat right by the door but close enough for him to get a good view.

The girl was short with dark hair, which was up in a ponytail. The jacket she had on was loose, unbuttoned, but her jeans hugged her legs in all the right places and were tight at her behind in particular. Klaus watched as she told the hostess she had a pickup order by the name of Ollie. She was told that it would be out in the minute, so Ollie took a seat on the bench against the wall. This put her directly across from Klaus.

He watched her without taking his eyes off of her while he waited for his check. She, on the other hand, didn’t look to find him staring at her. Like many people nowadays, she busied herself with looking at her phone in her lap.

He took in her features—the subtle way she’d react to whatever she was looking at on her device. Her dark eyebrows arched up ever so slightly, and her full lips curved at their corners. He had no idea what she was looking at it. Maybe it was puppies, or shoes, or a post on Facebook. He himself didn’t use social media.

His blue-green eyes trailed down her face, her neck, to her exposed bosom. It was the way she was sitting, slightly hunched forward, legs crossed and one of her elbows on a knee; the way her t-shirt sagged at the v-neck collar. She had a nice pair. He thought that she was good-looking. Her face was soft, round-shaped. Her gaze was doe-eyed, deep set. But it was her eyebrows that made her look far from innocent. She was supposed to be a wolf after all.

A man came out of the kitchen, the fabric partition flapping behind him, and he held out a plastic bag with three boxes in it. Ollie stood up and pocketed her phone, thanking him. It was as she was turning to head to the exit that another man stepped before her. She looked up as he held open the door.

“After you,” Klaus said. It was hard to ignore his accent. He was long used to the doubletakes that woman gave him when they heard it. Ollie was no different.

She opened her mouth, hesitating very briefly, and then smiled coyly and walked ahead of him into the breezy spring air.

“I’ll have to keep this little hole-in-the-wall in mind,” he said behind her. “The food was surprisingly good.”

She looked at him over her shoulder quickly. One eyebrow rose above the other one. “Yeah, the sushi is good here.”

His own smile dimpled his face, and he watched her go toward the street, but not without one last look at him. Her expression was slightly bemused. She knew that he’d been checking her out. He didn’t follow her, though. He didn’t even consider it. He’d only come to watch from afar. Plus, he didn’t want her getting suspicious. A proper meeting was in order for later.

###

As soon as he heard the word “walk” utter from either of the girls’ mouths, Ramsey was rushing to the front door and prancing in circles, his curled tail wagging. It was his last walk of the night, and although usually it was conducted by one girl, Ollie was going to accompany her friend and roommate. Safety was number one priority. Being protective was one of Ollie’s positive qualities. She might’ve been bossy due to working with children all the time, but she was certainly maternal.

“You’re like my guard dog,” Liza joked as she put on her coat.

Ollie rolled her eyes. “Until we can figure out what the fuck to do with the vampire.” Liza took a small can of pepper spray just in case, pocketed it. Ollie leashed up Ramsey. “But I’ll ask one of the guys I know. I’ll ask him and see if he can come over, watch us.”

“Like a guard dog?” Liza said with a smirk. Despite her inner trepidation, she opened the door. The small hallway was empty. The one with the keys, she ended up locking their apartment behind them.

“Yeah. Don’t call any other wolf that,” Ollie said with a scoff. “Especially not a guy.”

Ramsey rushed down the stairs, pulling Ollie, who held on tight. Liza did feel a semblance of calm knowing that her dog would be the first one to sense trouble. At the same time, she really didn’t want to think about any danger befalling the canine. Ollie reined him with surprising strength. To those who didn’t know her, the way she looked was deceiving.

Ramsey had a long pee in the small front yard within the fence, as always. Half-jokingly Liza said, “Okay, we can go inside now.”

Ollie answered with a scolding note. “We’re going to walk him down the block at least. He needs a walk.” She gave Liza a pointed, sidelong stare.

“I know, I know,” Liza said quickly. They walked alongside each other onto the sidewalk. Liza took out a pack of cigarettes and started to light one. “I was going to get some vervain.” Since the herb was known to repel vampires.

“Good idea,” Ollie approved. She held out her hand for a cigarette of her own. She didn’t smoke often but wanted one sometimes, especially when she was on edge. They periodically stopped while the Akita marked trees and plants.

Liza exhaled a white plume of smoke while looking at the street. A couple of cars passed. “I’ll have to go into the suburbs for that.”

Ollie held Liza’s lighter back to her and inhaled out of her own cigarette. “To that one apothecary?”

Liza looked over her shoulder. No one was behind them. “No, I wanted to go to this Asian one I know of. I don’t want to run into any Russian witches.”

Ollie regarded her seriously. “I think you should just suck it up and get the damn vervain.”

Liza narrowed her gaze. “You don’t know what it’s like.”

Ollie spoke quietly but it was a harsh whisper. “You don’t think I know what it’s like? Really? I can’t go to the burbs without seeing someone I know, asking me if I found a mate yet, or when I’m going to have babies, because most girls my age are already getting married and having a litter.”

Liza huffed a chuckle and shook her head, watching Ramsey. “Oh yeah, you’re such an old maid at 24. That’s not what I’m talking about.”

Ollie gave her a mock-offended look. “I’m just saying.”

Liza shrugged her shoulders. “They’re weird around people who aren’t in a coven.”

Ollie got defensive on her friend’s behalf. “Who cares? Fuck them. You never wanted to be in anyone’s coven anyway. Do you want me to come with you?”

Liza shook her head quickly. “They’ll just think that you want something from them.”

“So?” Ollie didn’t give a rat’s ass.

Liza glowered at the prospect but waved off her offer. “Just forget it. You being there will make it weirder. I’ll go tomorrow.”

Maybe most witches had vervain on hand at the back of the herb cabinet in their witchy laboratories, but that wasn’t Liza. She didn’t have a potions cabinet and neither did she have a place to mix stuff. She just used the kitchen when she needed to make Ollie’s wolfsbane mix. As much as she really didn’t want to go to the apothecary, which was actually disguised as one of those family-owned pharmacies, she had to. Precaution won over apprehension.

The girls walked to the end of the block and then turned back. Ramsey pooped thankfully, and Liza picked it up. There were absolutely no vampires sighted. Ramsey would’ve alerted them.

###

It was about half an hour later, when the girls were back inside, that someone rang the doorbell of the landlord downstairs.

The old man opened the door with a “who on God’s green earth would ring the doorbell at this hour?” type look. But before he could so much as utter, “Who are y--” Niklaus gave him a deadly smile.

“Doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is that you are the lord of this domain and I need your permission to enter. While it is a cumbersome rule I must follow, I suppose I should be grateful that lease agreements are not considered a part of said rule. So I have to only get through you, and then I am free to confront those two,” Klaus looked up at the ceiling, “lovely ladies that you have as tenants.”

“My tenants? What are you doing—who are you?” Stan was sputtering. This stranger was speaking so, well, strangely and quickly, that the landlord had a hard time following. A woman peeked her head through the doorway behind her.

Klaus saw her—his wife, probably. “Well, hello, ma’am. I don’t want to end up killing you as well.” He frowned falsely. “It would be far too much of a mess.”

The old couple gasped. Klaus rolled on the balls of his feet, almost giddy. The two were about to shout bloody murder and shut the door in the vampire’s face when there was a hand on Klaus’ shoulder. Elijah had appeared behind him. One look from the older Mikaelson and the couple silenced just as they were about to scream, for Elijah had stuck his foot past the doorway to stop the door from shutting.

“Now, my brother isn’t going to harm a hair on your heads,” Elijah assured, and as Klaus looked at him, Eljiah gave him a glare. “Forgive him. He beat me here. But I’m glad I got here in the nick of time.” The couple just regarded the both of them with dumbfounded expressions.

“But I like a race,” Klaus said to him. “And I like beating you.”

Elijah leaned past him to get a better lock on the humans’ gazes. “Please invite him in. I promise you two will be safe, as long as you stay inside your apartment and lock your door.”

“Like a lock could keep me out,” Klaus said.

Elijah ignored him and put a hand on his chest to keep him at bay. “Invite my brother, Niklaus, in please,” he told the couple.

Stan blinked, looking from Elijah to his brother, who pursed his lips and scowled. Stan looked a bit scared, but the compulsion was keeping him from freaking out. “Please come in, Niklaus,” he said robotically. As he backed away, so did his wife, and Elijah stepped through first.

“Thank you,” he said, ever polite. Watching them, he made sure that they retreated back into their apartment and closed the door behind them.

Klaus was already going up the stairs. Fortunately, the sound of dog barking made him pause. “Did you know they had an…animal?” he asked.

Elijah looked indifferent. “I did know. Nothing we can do about it now.”

“Canines happen to like me,” Klaus said matter-of-factly. “Perhaps I should go ahead of you.” Elijah was stepping past him.

“Let me do the introductions,” he insisted.

Liza and Ollie already knew who was coming. It was the way Ramsey started to go nuts as soon as Klaus had arrived, wanting to be let inside the two-story graystone. They were expecting the vampire—Elijah—to show up at some point. They hadn’t known when. It wasn’t like they’d exchanged numbers. So presently, Ollie stood in front of Liza, looking through the peephole. Liza had leashed Ramsey up, so she wouldn’t have to hold him by the collar.

The brothers didn’t have to knock on the door. As soon as they reached the second-floor landing, Ollie was opening the door. The man behind Elijah shifted into view and recognition flashed across her face. A little bewildered but firm, Ollie said, “We were wondering when you were going to show up.”

Liza looked back and forth between the two men. Elijah stopped an appropriate distance away. Klaus, not wanting to stand behind, shifted beside him. Before Liza could ask, Elijah was introducing his brother.

“I am so sorry that I’ve come announced again. This is my brother, Niklaus. I promise that we come in peace,” the man said, again, to reiterate what he’d told them the last time.

The girls studied them. The brothers didn’t look in any way similar. For one, Klaus was dressed casually. He wore a vintage Van Halen shirt beneath his leather jacket, unzipped, and stylishly ripped jeans and biker boots. Elijah was, of course, in a suit, as if he’d just gotten off work, albeit late.

“You sound like an alien, Elijah,” Klaus commented, in that accent of his. Ollie narrowed her eyes at him. He simply smirked at her. Elijah ignored him.

“I saw you,” the wolf girl cut in. Her voice hardened. “I saw you today.”

Klaus didn’t bother to lie in the slightest. “I think I’ll be coming back to that sushi place. Elijah, you must try it. They’ve got something called the “Viking roll.”” He elbowed his brother. They’d technically been vikings once. Elijah drew his brows together, had no idea what he was talking about and didn’t like the sound of it.

Liza looked at Ollie, confused, too. “What?” the former said. Ramsey shifted, anxious, and growled. Feeling the tension from the girls didn’t help the canine’s own nerves.

“I was at work, picking up lunch. I saw him there—at that sushi place I took you to once. He was there!” Ollie insisted. There was a flash of fear in Liza’s eyes at that. She took a step back. Elijah watched and started to get frustrated.

“Niklaus, where did you go?” he demanded.

The pairs remained on either side of the doorway to the apartment.

Klaus shrugged, not bothered by the tense atmosphere. “Oh, I just went on a little excursion…to the suburbs of this fine city. Needed to breathe better air…”

Elijah stared at him. “Why on earth?”

Klaus looked between him and the girls, speaking lightly. “Well, I thought I should know who we’re dealing with. Come to find, it’s only a pretty werewolf girl. Harmless, from the looks of it.”

Ollie’s jaw tightened, her expression darkened, and she gripped the edge of the door hard. “Most people make the mistake of thinking that,” she said, an almost low, gravely quality entering her already husky voice.

Klaus pointedly looked Ollie up and down, taking her in. “Oh, I don’t doubt it. But I’ll have you know…” Ollie merely raised her chin as he checked her out, and her eyes turned yellow.

Elijah took his brother by the arm. “Niklaus,” he said sharply.

Klaus shrugged him off and took a step toward the threshold. “I’m one of you.” The younger brother inclined his chin, smiling wide, and his own gaze became the same as hers.

This took the girls by utter shock. Ollie should’ve known, but she hadn’t. She and Liza gaped at him. Although the latter lived with a wolf, the suddenty of this stranger being one as well didn’t make her relax. In fact, as Elijah looked at Liza in particular, he sensed that she felt terrified. She reflexively pulled Ramsey back, despite the dog pulling toward the two men, to no avail.

Klaus clasped his hands in front of him. “It’s all a really complicated story. But we’re half-brothers, Elijah and I.” He briefly glanced at him. “May we come in? For a friendly chat. I wouldn’t dream of hurting either of you, especially with that loyal friend you’ve got there.”

Elijah regarded his brother, who was completely full of it, and scoffed. But Elijah didn’t say anything. He just watched intently. Klaus was being his charming self. As long as he didn’t do the opposite of what he was promising, perhaps this wouldn’t go south. Klaus was looking at the dog, who was whining, and Liza had to use both hands now to pull Ramsey back. As Klaus approached, hand outstretched toward the Akita, restraining him was even harder.

Ollie took hold of the leash too, but Ramsey still got his way. He sniffed and snorted as Klaus neared him.

“What a handsome boy you are,” he said and squatted. “May I come into your humble abode?” He asked the dog this.

Elijah’s eyes widened. He’d never seen Klaus make nice with a dog, let alone to any animal really. His family never really cared for them. They never kept pets. They particularly didn’t drink from animals, either. So this was new. And bizarre is what it was. Elijah didn’t know much about wolves and nuances of their own relationships with animals, particularly canines. Did Klaus know what he was doing? Or had he just gambled this?

“Ramsey, come back,” Liza said through gritted teeth, not that it would stop the dog, who had stepped over the doorway. Ollie just watched, equally shocked.

“Ramses,” she scolded.

Klaus glanced up at them. “Ramses, is it? Like the Pharaoh? What a regal name!” he approved.

After thoroughly sniffing his hand, Ramsey nosed his snout under his palm. Klaus inched his hand even closer to lay it on the animal’s head. For a pat. He started to pet him.

“Good boy,” Klaus said. “What a good boy you are, protecting these girls. What a faithful companion you are. Aren’t you, Ramses?” Now the man used both hands—he started ruffling Ramsey’s head and the dog was liking it.

Liza stared, aghast—how dare this man touch her dog. “Ramsey!” she said again.

Elijah stepped up beside him and Ramsey looked up at the vampire and snarled. Klaus burst into chuckles.

“Oh, he hates you, Elijah. Who would’ve known that my noble brother isn’t liked by such a majestic beast.” Klaus stood, grinning, but hunched over to give Ramsey a little more love.

“May we please come in?” Elijah cut in at last. This was ridiculous.

Ollie looked at each of them, then glanced back at Liza. “It’s your call.”

“What?” Liza said, alarmed.

“Look, I can kick them out. I’ll call up my wolves right now and make sure they’re gone, but they’re here because of you, Liza, whether you want to believe it or not. We still don’t know why.”

Obviously, they had no idea who Klaus really was—a hybrid—let alone that they were more powerful than any regular sort of vampire, but this was left out, and Klaus didn’t correct Ollie. He just clasped his hands in front of him again and smiled charmingly.

“I don’t want to know why!” Liza answered Ollie. Her hands were white on the end of the leash. It didn’t matter that Ramsey had taken an unnatural liking to this Klaus guy. Give Ramsey a steak and a thief could steal whatever he wanted.

“Yes you do. I, for one, do. I want to know why the fuck are you involved with vampires,” Ollie said.

Liza was shaking her head, unable to tear her eyes off of the men. “I’m not fucking involved with vampires. I never was.”

Instead of answering her, Ollie took Ramsey’s leash out of her friend’s hands and stepped aside. “Shoes off,” she told the brothers sternly, her gaze flashing gold again. “And one wrong move. I swear.”

Klaus walked through the doorway without delay. He raised a hand. “Scout’s honor, love.” As he walked further, he swooped to give Ramsey a pat on his back.

“Shoes, Niklaus. We must respect their wishes,” Elijah said as he started to take off his own shiny leather shoes, using the toes of one foot to slip off the heel of the other, then vise versa.

“How very European,” Klaus said with appreciation. He had to use his hands to take off his boots.

Elijah was the one who made sure both of their pairs of shoes were neatly to the side of the door, which Ollie closed behind them. She let Ramsey off the leash. The dog made a wide berth around Elijah. Klaus, completely at ease, stepped ahead and looked around the apartment.

“What a charming home you have. Original crown molding, hard wood floors. Very cozy,” Klaus said. As Ramsey went up to him of his own volition, Klaus resumed petting him.

Liza kept the furthest away from them, arms crossed, and kept looking back at Ollie, who hung up the leash and stepped in direction of the living space. As Klaus unabashedly made his way through the large room, Elijah looked at Liza. Despite their conversation outside the day before, she seemed to be warier of him—no surprise. If Klaus wasn’t with him, it might’ve been different. So Elijah gave the girl a semblance of a smile. She, on the other hand, looked away.

“Did you talk to that psychic kid again?” Ollie asked before awkward silence could make itself comfortable.

Klaus helped himself to looking over what the girls had as decoration on the shelves of their walls—DVD collection, pictures in frames, books, and whatnot. Ollie watched him closely. He didn’t touch anything.

“I did not,” Elijah answered, also watching his brother. “But I can call him again.”

“Please don’t,” Liza said.

“Liza, maybe we should,” Ollie reasoned.

Liza didn’t bother hiding her exasperation. She regarded her friend across the combined living and dining space. “No. I don’t want to call him. I don’t need him to channel that spirit. I don’t care who it claims to be. I don’t want to hear anymore about this shit.”

Ollie glared. “Stop being a child,” she said.

Liza scoffed, offended, crossing her arms. “Olympia, don’t be a bitch to me right now.”

“Ladies,” Elijah cut in quickly. “I don’t have to call Benjamin. But the offer is there. There is no need to argue.”

Klaus had turned around, amused. The anxiety between the girls was almost palpable. “Do you think perhaps it would be possible to have a cup of tea?” he asked all of a sudden. “Nothing a cuppa can’t solve.” He spread his arms in a shrug, ever so innocent. “I heard you work at a tea shop, Elizabeth. You must have quite a collection here.”

“It’s Liza,” she corrected, and didn’t answer his request.

Elijah glanced at him, incredulous. “It’s all right. We don’t need tea,” he amended.

“No, it’s fine.” Ollie was already waving a hand and stepping toward the hallway. “I’m going to go put the water to boil.”

Liza paled all of a sudden at the prospect of being alone with the two men. Klaus went to take a seat at the barely used dining table. Ramsey trotted up to him. He started petting him. As Ollie retreated to the kitchen at the end of the hall, Liza just stared at her dog and the attention that he was getting. It was bewildering. Ramsey was supposed to be a good judge of character and yet Liza got an uneasy feeling from Klaus. Elijah appeared far more…trustworthy, even though she couldn’t say she trusted him at all.

Were looks deceiving? Or was Ramsey just appealing to the werewolf because he was a wolf? The same way Ollie had the effect of seeming more superior when she handled the dog—higher up on the pack order?

“So tell me a little about yourself, Liza,” Klaus said, looking back at the girl, unoffended by her previous lack of response to his desire for tea. Her brown gaze snapped to him. “You’re a witch, huh? And you seem to be a special one at that.”

“I’m not special,” she said flatly.

Klaus tilted his head, a furtive glint in his eye. “Well, you have to be if we’re involved.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, unsettled by that.

Elijah stepped toward the table but didn’t sit down. “Klaus thinks very highly of himself. Remember what I said yesterday, Liza? We’ll figure this out together.”

“Yes, together,” Klaus echoed cheerfully. He scratched Ramsey’s neck, under the collar, and the Akita just melted into his hands.

Elijah studied the girl, who was watching the interaction with an acute sense of betrayal. He could tell that she didn’t like what Klaus was doing. “Niklaus, perhaps you could…”

Klaus raised his eyebrows at him. “Perhaps I could what?”

Elijah exhaled a small breath, glancing back at Liza. “Why don’t you…let the animal go?”

“What?” Klaus looked at them both, blinking, then down at Ramsey. “I’m not hurting him.” The dog was loving his attention!

“Niklaus, just,” Elijah’s face strained, “just let him go.”

Klaus rolled his eyes and looked at him blankly. Then with a glance at Liza, he forced a smile and took his hands back from the dog. Ramsey, however, was taken completely aback—why did this man stop with his ministrations? The dog put his paws on Klaus’ lap and raised himself up.

“I’m sorry that I have such an effect on him,” Klaus said, but he wasn’t really sorry. “I love dogs, what can I say?”

Liza turned away to take a step and peek down the hall toward the kitchen. “It’s fine,” she said grudgingly. Elijah slowly shut his eyes and tilted his head down, shaking it. Klaus just grinned at him. Liza slipped out of sight.

In the kitchen, she approached Ollie, who was putting loose-leaf tea into a tea pot while the electric kettle boiled.

“Do you need help?” Liza asked her.

“No. Go back to the other room,” Ollie said without looking back at her. “Stay with them.”

Liza didn’t say anything right away. So that’s how it suddenly was between them? This tension? Was Ollie mad at her now? Did she not understand why it wasn’t so easy for her to just open up to a couple of strangers, let alone a vampire and his werewolf brother? About the subject of her magic, her dead grandmother—all which wasn’t any of their business? Normally, she would question Ollie, ask her what her problem was, but now wasn’t the time. Leaving Elijah and his brother probably wasn’t the best of ideas, either, though.

So all Liza said, at last, was, “Okay,” and went back down the hall.

Both brothers looked to her when she reappeared. Elijah was walking on eggshells. He looked like he felt bad. “I apologize for the inconveniences,” he said, earnestly.

“It’s fine,” Liza said, perhaps a little more sharply than she intended. She went to sit on the chaise part of the L-shaped Ikea sectional—it was closest to the dining table—and crossed her arms.

Elijah remained standing. Klaus ruffled Ramsey’s chest now, chuckling under his breath. The dog had his eyes closed and he looked like he was smiling from one end of his maw to the other. Liza tried not to look at them. Elijah looked back and forth between her and his brother. Awkward.

“How old is the lad?” Klaus was asking.

“What?” Liza asked.

“Ramses. How old is he?” Klaus clarified.

She found the question odd. Perhaps if Klaus was an animal-loving rando on the street that suddenly stopped to pet her dog, it would’ve been a legit question, but it caught her off guard. “Oh, uh,” she had to wrack her brain, having forgotten her dog’s age, which usually didn’t happen, “He’s, um, he’s turning six in December.”

“Oh, well, that would put you in…the mid-to-late thirties in human years, wouldn’t it?” Klaus asked Ramsey, who looked up at him with squinting triangle eyes. “Handsome boy. At his prime, you are. Yes, you are.”

Liza looked anywhere but at them. Elijah stepped toward her but kept enough of a distance so that she wouldn’t feel her space was invaded.

“I’m sorry,” he said, feeling the need to say so.

Liza looked up at him, studied his expression. He held her gaze. She didn’t see an ounce of falseness within his. He really did appear sincere. She found herself believing in it before she could help herself. Looking away first, she shifted on the edge of the couch, drawing her attention down to her thighs, which she squeezed.

“It’s fine. I mean, it’s whatever. I know dogs like werewolves. I’m not surprised.” She glanced at Klaus and Ramsey, who laid his head down on his lap. “He listens to Ollie better than me.”

Elijah didn’t know what to say to that. He simply frowned. Then they heard Ollie as she came from the kitchen.

“Liza was supposed to inherit her grandmother’s power,” she said in a tone that meant let’s get down to business.

“As in her coven’s power?” Klaus said, perking up. Ramsey sat back on his haunches by his legs.

Liza bristled but remained where she was. “It wasn’t a coven. It just consisted of my grandmother. But like I said, I haven’t inherited anything.”

“Well, maybe you’re just not tapping into it,” Ollie said, putting her hands on her hips. Liza just looked at her. Ollie threw up one hand, gesturing with it. “You never even tried. I never saw you actually try.”

“That’s not the way it works, Ollie,” Liza said coldly.

“How does it work, pray tell?” Klaus inquired, leaning his elbows on the table. Even though he stopped with his ministrations, Ramsey kept his head on his lap.

Liza stood, antsy. She stepped away from them as she answered, held her hands up. “You feel it. I don’t know. It’s hard to describe, but I never felt it. It’s not here. It’s not in me. Okay? If it was, I’d prove it to you.”

“Then we have to find a way for you to get it,” Klaus said. He gave Ollie a glance and a smile, but she just looked at him with those expressive dark eyebrows narrowed.

Liza spun around, crossing her arms again. “Why?” she asked, looking from him to Elijah. “What does it have to do with you and your family? Why am I supposed to use the power on you? Do you want wolfsbane?” This she directed to Klaus. “‘Cause that’s all I can give you.”

“This is something that Benjamin wasn’t able to elaborate on,” Elijah said regretfully. Of course, he left out the mention of his family’s “salvation.” They had been who they were for a thousand years. Nothing had ever changed.

Klaus looked at the table and idly ran finger along the wood. “Well, then he’s useless, isn’t he? Say, Liza, why don’t you contact your grandmother yourself? Ask her directly. Why go through some TV star brat who probably wants money out of us anyway?”

“No. I’m not going to contact anyone,” Liza said flatly. “I don’t do that. I don’t contact the-the dead.”

“Well, why not?” Klaus asked.

Liza’s voice hardened. “Jesus. Because I don’t.”

“Liza, why can’t you just try?” Ollie questioned. She was annoyed, like she was dealing with a stubborn child, who her roommate. Liza didn’t like the tone she was using. “You’re acting like one of the kids I work with.”

It was also embarrassing—being told this. Liza’s face turned red and she looked away, scoffing, trying to find words to say. She was hurt that Ollie would talk to her like this in front of two complete strangers.

“You got a fucking Ouija Board lying around?” Liza said, but without the fervor that she felt a moment ago.

Ollie cocked her head, as if to say, really? “Don’t be a smart ass, Liza.”

Elijah almost felt himself defensive on behalf of the witch, and he took half a step toward her. Her wolf friend really was using an unpleasant tone with her. “We will find another witch to help us,” he said evenly. “Liza, how do you feel about that? If we find a witch—whom you approve of, of course. Unless you know one you trust.”

Liza didn’t look at him or the other two. She blinked a few times. Emotion made her eyes glaze over. “I don’t know anyone,” she said quietly. “I don’t have witch friends.”

Elijah frowned as he said, “All right.”

Klaus studied him for a moment, curious, but then he looked at Ollie, who looked like she’d cooled off a bit. “How about that tea?”

“Sure.” As she was turning around, he stood up.

“I will help you. Do you have Earl Gray, perchance?” he asked, following her.

“We have five different kinds,” Elijah and Liza heard Ollie say to Klaus.

Left alone with Elijah, the witch walked over to her dog, who passed right by her. The girl watched him disappear toward the kitchen, her face blank. “Really?” she said to herself. Yanking back one of the other chairs around the table—it made a squeak against the floor—she fell into it.

After a moment, Elijah also sat down—in the chair beside the one that his brother had occupied. Liza avoided his gaze. She looked anywhere but at him. She fixed her attention across the room at a small crack in the wall that she could see. It was in between the carved frame of the fireplace and the painted plaster. Elijah didn’t watch her. He too looked elsewhere.

She thought of the dream all of a sudden, having forgotten about it until now. She recognized Niklaus, the way he’d smirked at her before she had drowned him. It was the exact smirk that he’d worn while showering her dog with affection. This was most unsettling—apart from tenderness with which Elijah had gazed upon her after the sun had risen. At least there was none of that on his face now. Liza stole the quickest of looks at him. He noticed and she quickly looked back at the fireplace.

“I understand why you want no part of this. Trust me when I say that I do not want to burden you with this. The last thing Niklaus and I need is to involve a witch with our family matters. They’re no one’s business but ours,” he told her, his tone of voice steady. He clasped his hands in front of him on the table and looked down while speaking. “When we find someone to help us contact your grandmother’s spirit again,” Liza visibly shuddered as he mentioned her, lowered her own eyes. He paused sympathetically. Then he went on, softer: “We will get to the bottom of this. I promise.”

“If it isn’t my grandmother, spirits can lie, you know, then you and your brother go away and never come near us again,” Liza said coldly. She looked at him square in the eye, clenching her jaw. Elijah met her eyes solemnly. She tried to steel her emotions—all of them—so that the previous vulnerability was hidden.

He nodded his head. Her gaze flicked to his birthmark on his cheek, then down to his squared jaw, all within the span of a second. She remembered how close he’d been to her, in the dream, their faces inches away from each other, close enough for her to take in every detail of his features. She failed to stop the remembrance before it had returned. Damn it.

Elijah’s expression shifted the slightest as he regarded her, and his eyebrows began to rise. He’d heard her heart skip a beat and quicken its rhythm. Liza blinked. She was made. He sensed something was off—even if he couldn’t find an answer as to why. She cleared her throat and quickly looked away once more.

“I, um—”

“You have my word,” he said. “We will never darken your doorstep again.”

Liza examined her nails as if they were the most interesting thing right then and there. “Good,” was her curt reply.

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10 Days Of Hero Shipping

Day 3

I RETURN WITH ANOTHER FILL.

I kinda skipped yesterday because Ro doesn’t really have any significant relationships with the villains beyond “we’re on opposite sides & it’s my job to Stop You”

This one was fun for me for two reasons. One, I’m attempting something I’ve never done before, which is a chatfic-esque format. Two, the AU I chose is p near & dear to my heart.

Basic context - this takes place in the Flatmates AU. It’s an AU that @flashlight-chan and I have and is basically a feelgood, for fun AU that sort of mashes together a Modern AU & a Youtubers AU, wherein Ru & Ro are university students who are also flatmates and also have youtube channels & a collab Let’s Playing channel. That doesn’t come up much in the fic itself, since it focuses on Ro & Artix & them being internet friends, but it’s the background for the AU!

This thing is literally just. the definition of self-indulgent. Enjoy a bunch of vaguely disjointed snippets in chatfic format.

And here we go - Day 3 - AU

Ro & Artix

Reibhleann added Artixadin

Reibhleann has renamed this conversation to "IT’S TIME"

Artixadin: why a group chat?????

Artixadin: this is literally just the two of us?????

Artixadin: are others going to join us

Reibhleann: probably not but this way I can make lame jokes renaming it

Artixadin: like what???

Reibhleann has renamed this conversation to "like this"

Artixadin: you are right that is a lame joke

Reibhleann has renamed this conversation to “shut up Artix”

Artixadin: Rude >:(

Reibhleann: this is bringing back an old thing but like

Reibhleann: you seriously don’t have tablet in your country???

Reibhleann: give me your address so I can mail you some

Artixadin: if I do that you have to give me your address so I can mail you homemade wasabi :D

Reibhleann: you know what I am suddenly fine with you being deprived of the greatest foodstuff found on this planet

Artixadin: :(

Reibhleann: you threatened me with suffering so now you must suffer

Artixadin: >:(

Artixadin has renamed this conversation to "TWO CAN PLAY AT THIS GAME"

Reibhleann: it’s been three days

Reibhleann: did you figure out that you could rename it on your own by accident

Reibhleann: did someone tell you

Reibhleann: ....did you google it

Artixadin has renamed this conversation to “Shut up Ro”

Reibhleann has renamed this conversation to “YOU GOOGLED IT DIDN’T YOU”

Artixadin has renamed this conversation to “PERHAPS”

Reibhleann: do you ever realise that your search history probably looks really incriminating from an outside perspective

Artixadin: the last I checked it was three am in your time zone

Artixadin: go to SLEEP!!!!!

Reibhleann: but!!!!!!!!

Artixadin: SLEEP!!!!!

Reibhleann: Okay but seriously my search history probably looks so incriminating

Artixadin: just try not to get caught near the scenes of any crimes involving archaic bladed weapons and you will be fine o.ob

Reibhleann: you say that like it should be easy

Reibhleann: which ups the likelihood of it happening to me

Artixadin: I do not think that is how probability works?????

Reibhleann: well if I ever end up accused of being an axe murderer just know I blame you

Artixadin: would it not be more likely that I ended up being accused of being an axe murderer

Artixadin: a sword or knife seems more likely for you

Reibhleann: okay that’s fair

Reibhleann: wait that gives me an idea

Reibhleann has renamed this conversation to “Artix Is An Axe Murderer”

Artixadin has renamed this conversation to “why are you like this”

Reibhleann: ARTIX

Reibhleann: ARTIX NO

Reibhleann: ARTIX DONT YOU DARE CHARGE IN THERE IT CAN ONLY END IN TEARS

Reibhleann: ARTIX WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT

Artixadin: sorry I cannot hear you criticising my excellent battle strategy over the sound of us winning!!!!!!!

Reibhleann: WE LITERALLY JUST DIED

Artixadin: okay but before we died we were winning!!!!!!

Reibhleann: WE REALLY WERENAE

Artixadin: is your capslock stuck again

Reibhlean: MAYBE

Reibhlean: THAT’S BESIDES THE POINT

Artixadin: you

Reibhleann: ...Artix?

Reibhleann: Artix did you fall asleep on your keyboard

Reibhleann: I’m going to assume the answer is yes since you arenae answering

Artixadin: my face hurts

Reibhleann: is it from falling asleep on your keyboard

Artixadin: possibly

Artixadin: so where did your username come from anyways???

Reibhleann: it’s the 1st letter of my 1st name & my middle name

Artixadin: O.O

Artixadin: you are joking right???

Reibhleann: i’m dead serious

Artixadin: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT

Reibhleann: SHUT UP I MADE IT UPO WHEN I QAS LIKE NINE

Reibhleann: YIUR USERNAME IS YOUR NAME MASHED TOGETHER W/ YORU FAVOURITE RPG CLASS

Reibhleann: YOU AHVE NO ROOM TI JUDGE

Artixadin: that was a lot of typos

Reibhleann has renamed the conversation to “shut up Artix”

Artixadin: again. Rude. >:(

Reibhleann: !!!!!!!!!!!

Artixadin: !!!!!!!!!!!

Reibhleann: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Artixadin: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Reibhleann: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Artixadin: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Artixadin: WHY ARE WE !!!!!!!!!!!ING

Reibhleann: [!!!!!!!!!!!.png]

Artixadin: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Reibhleann: okay so Artix I need you to Help Me With A Thing

Artixadin: what Thing????

Reibhleann: okay so there’s this game that Ru & I are gonna be playing on the gaming channel

Reibhleann: bc people’ve been nagging us about it forever

Reibhleann: and basically it’s an online thing

Reibhleann: & you can have teams

Artixadin: I think I see where this is going

Reibhleann: will you be my team member so we can kick Ru’s backside at this game

Reibhleann: we are the Best Team and it will be awesome

Artixadin: I will not deny that we are The Best Team but

Artixadin: how is Ru getting her teammate???

Reibhleann: um.

Reibhleann: online random selection?

Artixadin: is that how you are supposed to be getting your teammate???

Reibhleann: I mean

Reibhleann: maybe

Artixadin has renamed this conversation to “Hero Bhaltair is a dirty rotten cheater”

Reibhleann: so are you helping me or not

Artixadin: I suppose

Reibhleann: yaaaaay

Artixadin: [check it out.png]

Reibhleann: oh my gosh

Reibhleann: is that

Reibhleann: is that what I think it is

Artixadin: yup

Reibhleann: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Reibhleann: I know we’ve been talking about this for months but IT FEELS SO MUCH MORE REAL NOW

Artixadin: HOW DO YOU THINK I FELT BUYING THE THING!!!!!!!!!!!

Reibhleann: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Artixadin: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[The quality of the video and the way that the camera wobbles slightly and doesn’t quite strictly stay steady are all the signs really needed to tell that it was taken on a mobile phone.

The location is an airport, in the arrivals area. There are several people from the most recent flight entering.

The camera briefly pans to a young woman, with blue hair tied back in a pleat and a thick scarf hiding half of her face, bouncing up and down on her toes.

“You’re very excited,” says an off-camera voice, presumably the one filming.

“Mmhmm,” the woman replies, eyes focused entirely ahead on the arrivals.

Abruptly, she gasps and her pupils visibly dilate, the scarf shifting and the corners of her eyes crinkling upwards in a clear ear-to-ear grin.

She takes off running.

The camera shakes as it is frantically moved in order to follow the near inhuman speed she moves with, managing to reorient and refocus just in time to catch her running towards a brunet man who vaults over the arrivals barrier rather than go around to the gap for the exit.

As soon as they are close enough, she jumps, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso. His own arms come up to hug her in kind, but the momentum throws them both off, resulting in them both crashing to the ground.

The camera bobs slightly as the one filming approaches the two. They are wrapped around each other like octopuses, holding tightly as though the other will disappear if they let go. Their faces are buried in each other’s shoulders and it’s unclear if the sound they are making is crying or laughter or some combination of both.]

#10 Days of Hero Shipping #Artix Von Krieger #hero bhaltair #Dragonfable #dragonfable fanfic #I HAD!!! SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS!!!#MOST OF IT WAS WINGING IT BECAUSE HOW DO CHATFIC #BUT THE REST WAS JUST SHAMELESS FUN & SNARK

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