#meanwhile i have been in onion hell far too many times

[vaurien]

gonna be making lentil curry for dinner tonight. i think chopping vegetal is the hardest and most annoying task ever. especially onion. not garlic tho. love u garlic

#i love how my hands smell after i chop garlic #meanwhile i have been in onion hell far too many times #not to mention spicy peppers. mistakes have been made. #personal #seems like it made toni's whole day to think about curry for dinner so thats nice #they will be making the rice because i thoroughly botch it everytime

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Talking to the Dead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oooh. Kinky."

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

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

"Shut up and let's go!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Boo. You're no fun."

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

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

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

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

"Just a little," you muse, giggling.

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

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

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

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

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

"Pft. I don't want money."

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

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

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

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

"Deal."

"Yes!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Gross, but yeah. Lead the way."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh you'll know," Sookie mutters.

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

"..dangerous. Need to leave."

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

"Stupid fuckin' vampers."

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

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

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

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

"Did she- can she hear us?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know of it," Eric says.

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

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

          - - - - - - - - - -

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

"You're awake. Good."

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

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

"You two exes or something?"

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

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

Can you hear me?

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

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

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

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

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

"Have you tried getting answers from other Fae?"

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

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

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

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

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

We'll see about that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And the voices?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What was that?" Eric asks.

"Sookie."

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

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

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

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

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

"..inside.. safer.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The wailing is a whole different breed."

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

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

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

"Aren't you a smart cookie."

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

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

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

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

#true blood imagine #eric northman imagine #eric northman x reader #eric northman #true blood #sookie stackhouse

[lu-undy]

May I have a fic Of sniper trying to prepare a sexy evening and failing miserably there’s something about mundy being a hopeless romantic for spy but having no experience at all that makes me giggle

Hey there! There it is, Mundy awkwardly tries to impress the man that he treasures in his heart :D I  hope you’ll enjoy :)

"Right, the food is cookin' and it smells nice, I'm doing well, I'm doing well…"

Mundy wiped the sweat off his brow as he put a lid on the pan. He was trying his best. Tonight he had invited the handsome Spy for a date, and this time, the shy Sniper wanted to impress. He had it all prepared. He had rehearsed that recipe in secret multiple times. 

Spy had taken him to multiple different places, fancy restaurants that Mundy never thought he would see unless it was in movies. There was an Italian place, a Japanese one and of course, the French restaurant where Mundy realised that indeed, Spy was very French. The man in the suit and tie seemed to know the staff there well. He spoke to them in French as fluently, and infinitely more easily, than Mundy would in English. Unlike him, Spy knew how to talk to people without it feeling awkward or clumsy.

This time, Sniper wanted to invite Spy to experience something different. He had thought about typical Australian dishes but it didn't seem right. Nah, he wanted to try and surprise Spy. He had told him his favourite dish was the ratatouille that his mother used to prepare. He had said that it was about the only memory he had of her, her long dark hair and her smile that brought a unique kind of warmth to him.

Mundy had since looked up the ingredients and different recipes. He had tried countless ones until he chose one that pleased him most, hoping that Spy would like it. 

"Bugger, I forgot the suit!" 

He knew Spy was off to town, to get more cigarettes and it would take him a while to come back. So he took advantage of his absence to get everything ready before Spy would come back. 

Mundy ran back to his van and took the suit he had prepared. It wasn't even as sharp as one of Spy's work ones. It was old and he had got it from his father. The sleeves were a bit too short and the collar was quite large, from a fashion long gone. But it was the only suit Mundy had so it would do. He had bought a bowtie for the occasion and had asked how to tie it properly. When he had a few minutes to spare and Spy was far, he would rehearse the choreography to make the knot, again and again. 

Mundy ran back to the base, the suit in a plastic bag. He went to the small laundry room where there was everything necessary to iron the suit. He looked up at the clock and got started fast. 

Oh he hoped Spy hadn't caught him doing any of those preparations. Mundy made a lot of effort to make it a surprise but Spy being a spy, he had a nasty habit of noticing the smallest of odd details and make his deductions flow down to guess what Mundy was up to.

Mundy had even asked Pyro to stay at the base's front door and tell him when he saw Spy's bright red Italian car, even though he had given a precise time to Spy and knew he would be on time.

"Oh God, the ratatouille!"

He had left it in a pan on the stove while ironing his shirt and trousers. Mundy slipped them on hastily and ran back to the kitchen. He managed to rescue the French dish just in time and took the pan out to his campervan, the ratatouille still bubbling and steaming.

"Roight, now, table…" 

As soon as he put the pan down in his van, Mundy unfolded a table and chairs outside. He had bought a red tablecloth for the occasion and a couple of candles. He lit them up and made sure that the van was parked such that it laid between the table and the base, hiding them from the eyes of their colleagues. He then laid the plates and cutlery as well as the glasses. Two for Spy and two for him. Spy had always been more than strict and would never mix water and wine, even if it was for a single drop.

"Napkins…" 

Mundy slipped in the van again and got the nice ones he had bought a few weeks before. They were beige and went beautifully with the cashmere motifs on the tablecloth, which were also beige. He also retrieved the bottle of wine from the château that Spy had mentioned when they were at that French place. It had been hell to find, but he was hoping that the surprise would be worth it.

"Candles, chairs, plates, forks…" Mundy's eyes darted from one item to the next on the table. He pondered, wondering whether he had forgotten anything, as he tied his bowtie. "Oh! The rose!" 

Mundy took a glass and used it as a vase for the deep red rose he had been hiding for a few days already. 

"Mmmph! Mph!" 

Pyro came running at Sniper and stopped sharp when he saw Mundy not in his usual clothes but in a suit and bowtie. 

"Right, thanks Pyro, I'll take it from here!" 

Pyro returned to the base, not understanding why Sniper was dressed in such an unusual fashion. 

Mundy poured the ratatouille in their plates and took a seat on the chair. He waited, knowing that Spy would come soon. He heard him park his car and slam its door shut. 

Come on… Come on…

Mundy was so focused on his hearing that he almost could perceive Spy's light footsteps and as he closed his eyes, he could see the elegant, feline gait, the long, thin legs and the piercing eyes.

Mundy smiled without realising it. His insides were warm and there was something oddly pleasing about it all. He was waiting for Spy, longing for him, but with the certainty that he would appear very soon. The footsteps grew louder and louder until…

"Hello-oh…?"

"Hey, Spy, uh…" Mundy stood up. "Tadaa, I guess?" He awkwardly added, extending his arms towards the table.

Spy's shoulders sank as his jaw dropped a bit at the sight of his colleague in a suit that obviously wasn't fitting him.

"What…?"

"I uh, this is, well, I tried to make some dinner if that's ok for you?" 

"Of course, of course."

"C'mere and sit down. I hope it's still hot." 

Spy took a seat on the plastic foldable chair and in a quick glance, he noticed it all. Sniper's attempt at using hair product, his fresh shave, the collar of his shirt that reminded him of Elvis Presley given the size of it, the bowtie that wasn't straight. And then on the table, the soft tablecloth, the napkins that had a slight golden sheen under the candlelight, and of course the ratatouille in the plate, under the rose that was standing in the improvised vase. 

"Did you prepare all this?"

"I-I tried my best, uhm, try the ratatouille, please." Mundy answered as he was sweating bullets. He hoped that he didn't mess it up and hos anxiety was rising as he saw Spy take a couple of slices of the courgettes in the thick tomato sauce before raising it to his nose. He closed his eyes and smelt it. Spy frowned and Mundy bit his lip.

He then put it on his tongue and slowly pulled the fork out. Spy took his time and did not bite at first. He let the taste of it all come to him before letting his teeth sink in. His tongue managed to find the garlic, the onions, the herbs and as he closed his eyes, he heard the crickets sing in summer, in the South of France, the distant bells of the church ringing loudly across the village as yet another young couple celebrated their union on a hot Sunday… 

"Mon Dieu…" He said as he opened his eyes. 

[My God…]

"W-what? Is it bad? Oh I knew I shouldn't have left it to cook that long, I-I just thought I had enough time to get my suit sorted meanwhile but of course I forgot about it and when I came back, I-"

"Mundy." It was the first time Spy used Sniper's name. How he managed to learn it was beyond Mundy and all he knew now was that he had blushed beyond his ears and they almost burnt under the embarrassment. 

"Y-yeah?" 

"This is excellent, Mundy. I am speechless…"

Mundy smiled in pride. 

"Really? It tastes like it should?" 

"Oui, really, I am astounded! I didn't know you could cook French dishes?"

Mundy started digging in his plate and their conversations were now punctuated by a concerto of forks on plates in delight major.

"Well, neither did I, eh? I just… I just learnt." 

"You took lessons?" Spy raised an eyebrow. 

"N-not really, I did it like I learnt shooting, I just trained."

"What do you mean, 'you trained'?" Spy asked. 

"I cooked it a lot of times. I tried different recipes, oh and I had Pyro to help me taste it, just to get a second opinion, y'know." 

Spy smiled. 

"All this effort for just one dinner?" He asked.

"Y-yeah… I mean… You took me to all the fancy places that exist in town so I didn't have many options left…"

"Are you apologising?" 

"Kind of. But I'm really glad you like this ratat-oh?" 

Spy slid his hand on the table and his fingers lazily laced between Mundy's. 

"Please don't." Spy almost whispered and Mundy blushed again as he saw the ice-drop like eyes riveted on his. 

"Don't what?" 

"Don't apologise. You are offering me something that is priceless."

"What d'you mean?" 

Mundy felt Spy's thumb brush his and he made him very hot all of a sudden. 

"The time you have spent trying your best to cook something that you knew I would love, all that time and effort, no one can buy that from you. I should be the one apologising for taking you to restaurants when you bless me with such extraordinary gifts."

Mundy smiled. 

"I… No… You're not gettin' it, Spook-"

"Lucien." 

"What does that mean?" Mundy's eyebrows jumped as he didn't know that French word.

"Technically, it comes from the latin 'lux' which means 'light'. So Lucien means 'the luminous one'."

"Why d'you say that word like that?" Mundy was confused. 

"Because it is my name." 

"Oh…" Mundy's jaw dropped. "Y-your name is Lyucian?" 

Lucien smiled. 

"With your accent, oui. With mine, it is Lucien." 

"Oh sorry, I can't pronounce it right, the sound at the end is…"

"I know, but I would never complain about accent, I never did." Lucien added as he bent forward on the table. Mundy mimicked him, not even realising it. 

They devoured each other's gaze, their eyes fenced in lagoon blue and ice grey. 

"Mundy?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Your bowtie is not straight, and your suit is… original, tonight."

"Oh, bugger, I really wanted to get it right, I'm sorry…"

Mundy backed off and removed his hand off Lucien's, trying to adjust his bowtie as best as he could. 

"Gosh I can't get it right without a mirror… I-I'm sorry, I swear I know how to make them, I learnt it when I bought this one and uh, I trained and stuff, so I know how to tie it properly but the damn thing sometimes just isn't right, argh…"

"May I help?"

Mundy sighed and let his shoulders sink in defeat, his head lowered. 

"Yeah, well, I ruined it…" 

He stood up his chair and went to his van, locking the door after himself, in shame. Lucien was left here, speechless. 

Merde. He thought.

[Shit.]

He had not meant for his remark to offend Mundy, he was about to say that he found it more that touching that he had gone through all that trouble just for one dinner. Lucien never felt like he was going on a crusade when he took Mundy out. And now that he was left alone at the table where the candles glimmered and waved under the night breeze, he understood why.

Contrary to him, Mundy wasn't confident in himself. He didn't think and he didn't know that he was handsome, and that his shyness only made him more endearing. Non, chances are he thought that that dinner was a challenge, he had worked hard for it, rehearsing it like a show, just to impress Lucien…! 

The Frenchman frowned. Mundy hadn't ruined anything, on the contrary, Lucien understood that it was all on him. He stood off his chair and went to the van's door, a few steps away. 

He didn't even knock to not make it more awkward. Non. He went to his breast pocket and retrieved his cigarette case. He then took the two pins that were concealed there and picked the van's lock easily before slipping in, as silently as a shadow. 

Mundy was curled in a ball in his bed, giving his back to the door. Lucien removed his shoes and his jacket before climbing up the ladder and sliding behind Mundy in his bed.

"What the-?! Huh?!" 

He gasped when he finally felt Lucien spooning him. 

"What the hell are you doin' here?!" 

Lucien had laced his arms around him. 

"Asking for forgiveness for my being most rude with you, and cuddling with you because I have yearned for it for too long." 

Mundy turned to face Lucien. 

"I'm sorry." Lucien said, his hand on Mundy's cheek now. "I meant to express how moved I am that you made all these efforts for just a dinner. You dressed up nicely, you shaved, you even are wearing a perfume that I have only smelt when I take you out. And that is without counting the Godly ratatouille you prepared for us tonight, the rose in the vase, the tablecloth that was so brand new that you forgot to remove its price tag." 

Lucien chuckled and they stared in each other's eyes.

"You're so bloody wrong." Mundy answered. The ceiling window gave them just enough moonlight to see each other. Lucien frowned. 

"What do you mean?" He asked. 

"You think that I worked hard to make that ratatouille. I didn't. It didn't feel like work. I was happy to try to make it, to make you smile, even just a tiny bit. I have no clue what a proper one tastes like but the way you talked about your mum's got stuck in my mind. I wanted to try it and maybe you'll remember me a bit, through it."

Lucien's fingers were brushing Mundy's cheek, his rough skin and his sideburns. Mundy loved the warmth.

"And for the suit, bah, it's my dad's. He's shorter than me. It used to fit me well back in the days but uh, not so much now…"

"Mundy?" 

"Yeah?" 

Lucien smiled. 

"How come you are a professional hunter and you happen to be that delicate and sensitive?"

"I-I don't know… I don't like it either, mate, I-"

"Who said I didn't like it?" Lucien interrupted him. "I love it almost as much as I do you." 

Mundy's eyes snapped wide. 

"What…?"

"You heard me right." Lucien answered. "Why do you think I want to treat you to all the delicacies in the world? Do you think I take anyone else than you to all these places?"

He let the silence weigh for a few seconds. 

"And why do you think I go through all this, only with you?" 

Again, the silence answered his question. That, and his irresistibly charming smile. 

"Come here." 

Lucien pulled Mundy and laced his arms around his head, such that now Mundy used Lucien's upper chest as a pillow. The Frenchman lost his fingers in the Aussie's hair. 

"I love you, Mundy." He whispered. 

Mundy screwed his eyes shut. 

"M-me too." 

And he buried his head deeper in Lucien's chest, as he felt a few pecks land on his head, through his hair. 

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy

[harborpointeblvd]

another rec list no one asked for

I read more good stuff, so I’m doing this again. Here’s my first rec list if you’re interested. I’m going in order from most lighthearted to most likely to have you writhing in pain, so here goes.

Cool Doji Danshi - ongoing

Or, Play It Cool, Guys

This one is not a romance, just a comedy, but it is still cute as hell.

Four guys with very different personalities have one thing in common. They're all total space cases. You know when you do something embarrassing like realizing you’re walking the wrong way and have to do an awkward 180 on the sidewalk? I try to unlock my house with my car remote on a fairly regular basis. Well that’s these guys’ entire lives. They all handle their clumsiness in different ways, and as they start to encounter each other by chance, they learn from each other’s actions, and it’s just fucking delightful.

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Zettai BL ni Naru Sekai Vs Zettai BL ni Naritakunai Otoko - ongoing

Or, A World Where Everything Definitely Becomes BL vs. The Man Who Definitely Doesn't Want To Be In A BL

This is not a BL (yet?), but it’s definitely for people who’ve read BL. A plain-looking man knows he lives in a BL universe, but believes himself to be a background character. Until his plain-looking younger brother gets a confession from his best friend, and our main character learns that nobody is safe. He spends his days avoiding BL tropes so he doesn’t get caught up in a BL romance.

If you like parody and meta humor, you should check this one out.

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Karasugaoka Don’t Be Shy!! - complete

Izuhara Sou and Shinba Tetsuji are the leaders of two rival crime prevention groups (good guy gangs!). Izuhara admires Shinba, who came to his rescue once when he was a kid and inspired him to help others. However, anytime he comes face to face with Shinba, Izuhara gets nervous and acts like an asshole.

This is a short one, so I can’t say much more about it, but it’s hella cute and you should go check it out.

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Three Men, One Chinchilla - ongoing

It’s complete in Korean (54 chapters), but only 13 chapters have been translated so far. I actually bought the raws. I paid actual money to read a comic in a language I don’t know. It was too weird for me to even guess what was going on, but it was worth it just for the facial expressions.

Ham Un comes home to find a chinchilla in front of his door, and it gets weirder from there. After finding the chinchilla, he meets the adorable Seung and the sketchy Namhae, and hilarity ensues. I don't want to spoil the experience of reading the first few chapters so I'm not gonna say anymore, but it does have supernatural elements.

Seung calls Un “Onion”, so their ship name is Seunion. No one else is talking about this comic here, so I get to make that call. This webcomic has everything you could want in a BL. Cute nicknames. Comedy. A chinchilla.

But.

It hasn’t updated in over a month. *update - This manhwa has been picked up by another group (and I’m in the group, not that that makes a difference)

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March Third - ongoing 

I think this one is complete in Chinese, like 150+ chapters, but it’s only translated up to chapter 97, and hasn’t updated in a while. I still have hope that another translator will pick it up.*

A historical comedy that follows military officer Mr. Buddha as he tries to woo the stage actor Mr. Red.

This is one of the funniest comics I’ve read, for serious. Someone suggested this one when I asked for recs similar to 19 Days, and this one is it. Don’t ask me how a historical comic set during a war is like 19 Days, it just is.

*Update: It’s been picked up! It’s translated up to 107.

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A Strange Joke - *complete

Or, Just Kidding. I started reading under the title A Strange Joke, but I’m now reading the official English translation, and they call it Just Kidding.

Min is an unremarkable college student who is firmly in the closet. Jun is a heartthrob who, for some reason, has taken an interest in Min. Sehun is Jun’s friend who is also on all of the cover art. I’m sure he plays a major role later on. It’s only translated up to chapter 18 right now. But it’s so funny, I had to give it a mention. Min and his friends are a bunch of drunken dumbass college students in the best way, and Min is the dumbest of them all.

The official translation is on Pocket Comics, and you get a bunch of free points just for creating an account and daily gifts for logging on.

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Fools - complete

After overhearing a fight that new student Jeongwoo had with his boyfriend, college senior Eungi finds himself becoming increasingly confused about his feelings toward Jeongwoo. Jeongwoo, meanwhile, fresh out of a long and rocky relationship, isn’t ready to act on his feelings toward Eungi. Commence awkward not-dates.

This is the most relatable depiction of the uncomfortable early stages of a romance that I’ve ever seen. It also shows how trauma from past toxic relationships can affect new, healthy ones. But it’s never too heavy-handed about it. It’s really funny at times, but also has its fair share of angst. It’s also my favorite on this list, and I adore all of these comics.

In the official English translation, their names are Edward and Justin, but I think it's weird when they do that.

Update: Fools is being remastered in full color with an updated art style, but I still recommend the original.

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Unintentional Love Story - *complete

I’m pretty sure this one is complete in Korean, and has something like 55 chapters.

Wonyoung is fired from his job after being falsely incriminated in a corruption scandal. By sheer luck, he happens to run into the company chairman’s favorite ceramic artist, Yoon Taejun, who has been living under an alias. He’s told he will likely get his job back if he could get Taejun to partner with the company, so he tries to get close to Taejun without revealing that he knows his true identity. What he doesn’t plan on, though, is falling in love with Taejun.

This one is where the DRAMA is at. The story doesn’t ignore the fact that the relationship was built on a lie. It addresses it, and then addresses it, and as of chapter 35, is still addressing it. It hurts so good.

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How to Hate Mate - complete

Or, Hate Mate

Two years ago, Subin drunkenly confessed his feelings to his straight roommate, Hyunwoo. After that, Hyunwoo left for his mandatory military service, and Subin hasn’t heard from him since. Just when Subin is finally ready to move on, Hyunwoo reappears and things get complicated.

Listen. Hate Mate hurt me in a big way. Don’t read this if you’re looking for the warm fuzzies, because you will not find them here. I loved this story for its realism. All the characters are seriously flawed, and even though it ended the way I hoped it would, nothing feels fully resolved. This comic will hurt you and skip the aftercare. Anyways, have fun.

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A Shoulder to Cry On - complete

Or, Cheer Up Boy. Or, Comfort the Boy. There are too many alternate titles, but I like A Shoulder to Cry On best.

When Dayeol is framed for assault by Taehyun, he nearly loses his archery scholarship. But instead of feeling the least bit remorseful for nearly ruining Dayeol’s life, Taehyun starts to torment Dayeol even further.

So a LOT of fiction will do this thing where a character will just be truly horrible, but when their tragic backstory is revealed, they’re supposed to be absolved of all guilt. I HATE that. I hate it to the point where just introducing a tragic backstory actually makes me hate the character more, because I anticipate that happening.

That being said, Taehyun is one of the biggest assholes I’ve ever seen as a main love interest, and his backstory got to me. It made me like him, and I’m ashamed for not standing by my principals. It helps that he’s not immediately forgiven for bullying Dayeol just because he had a bad childhood, but still.

What I’m saying is that this is fucking sad and you should read it. But I’m recommending this with a big fat trigger warning for self harm.

#cool doji danshi #zettai bl ni naru sekai vs zettai bl ni naritakunai otoko #karasugaoka don't be shy!! #a strange joke webcomic #just kidding webcomic #three men one chinchilla #march third #fools webcomic #unintentional love story #hate mate #how to hate mate #a shoulder to cry on #comic recs

[melodiouswhite]

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde rewritten - Ch. 44

44. Meeting the Prince and Princess of Wales

They arrived half to six pm.

Technically, they were early, but Lady Summers told them the cable had also stated that they should come earlier.

“Albert and Alexandra won't have time for us once everyone arrives. They have to greet every single one of the guests personally, so that alone would take a while. It's the protocol. But they insisted on having a few minutes to get to know my friends.”

“They must be very curious about us”, Utterson noted.

The German-born Countess chuckled: “To be fair, I did shower you with praise in each letter.”

“But surely not me!”, Hyde piped up.

The blonde woman fixed him with her ice-blue eyes. “I told them that you're an intelligent and talented young man, albeit not the most charming one. Also, how will you introduce yourself? Remember what we practised over the week.”

Hyde rolled his eyes, but duly answered: “When they ask me, I will say, that I'm Dr. Jekyll's ward and medicine student, not quite twenty-one years old and not married.”

She nodded. “Good. And try to keep your voice down and appear as timid as possible. If we can convince them that you're just shy, you will be granted a little more alone time.”

Then she turned to her sister, who was wearing a fashionable green gown. “And you, Alma, remember what I told you.”

The redhead groaned: “I am not allowed to refuse a dance, I will not mumble, use strong language or an accent, I will not show the slightest signs of displeasure, I am not allowed to touch strong waters or anything that contains onions or garlic, I am to talk quietly and I am absolutely not allowed to go and sulk in a corner or even walk across the dance floor.”

Lady Summers clapped her hands in satisfaction. “Very well! Now let's go, or we'll be late.”

Utterson didn't like how huge the hallways alone were.

There could only one purpose be to this; to make the people feel small and insignificant, when they passed through here.

Lady Summers heard his thoughts and chuckled: “Yes, pretty much. That and showing off how rich the royal family is. The ceiling in the ballroom is even higher. But don't worry; it won't seem so big anymore, once the room is crowded with guests.”

Utterson caught the glance of Hyde, who was walking next to Jekyll. The brunette was looking positively horrified. He saw the young man's little hand tremble lightly and Jekyll's larger hand tightened its grip around it in response.

Good to know that I'm not the only one uncomfortable with the prospect.

The Prince and Princess of Wales were already waiting in a smaller chamber next door to the ballroom. As a herald announced them, the couple stood up to greet them.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome! It's a pleasure to see you!”

Prince Albert was a tall, brown-haired man who, despite being a few years younger than Lady Summers, looked older with his full beard and balding head.

Princess Alexandra on the other hand looked every bit as fair as people said of her.

He turned to Lady Summers. “Luise, my dear cousin! It's so good to see you again! These galas are always so dull without you!”

“You give me too much credit, Sire”, the Lady replied, curtsied and turned to the Princess. “Your Highness.”

“Countess Summers”, the Princess returned with a nod.

The Prince chuckled: “Enough with the formalities! Won't you introduce your company to us? I only know your butler and your lovely first lady-in-waiting, after all.”

Lanyon saw Miss Kurogawa blush and the poor Princess sighed.

He managed to hold back a frown, but he couldn't help but sympathise with her.

He knew how it felt to silently stand by while your partner shamelessly flirted with someone right in front of you. Their eyes met and she seemed to recognise his sympathy; her practised friendly smile became grateful for a second, before returning to its former state.

Meanwhile Lady Summers began to introduce everyone.

“This is Dr. Lanyon, my personal surgeon.”

He bowed politely, but the Prince shook his head. “No need to bow, it's still half an hour until the first of the other guests arrive. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Doctor. Luise told us a lot about you, but if I may be frank, I expected you to be more …”

“Handsome?”, Lanyon supplied drily. Lady Summers stared at him incredulously.

Prince Albert chuckled: “Not at all. I was going to say 'chubby'. More handsome, please! As if I would be one to talk!”

“Bertie!”, the Princess protested.

Her husband continued: “No false humility please. I was told that you're one of the best surgeons in Greater London. And if Luise says so, it must be true.”

Lanyon blushed awkwardly. “That's too much praise, your Highness.”

“Not at all! If you managed to win the friendship of someone as remarkable as my cousin, you have to be a very special man!”

The hoary doctor blushed harder and stared at Lady Summers.

What the hell did you tell him about me?!

“The truth”, the Lady responded mentally, “The truth and nothing but.”

Thankfully the Prince turned to the others. “And you are …?”

Lady Summers went back to introductions.

“This is my half-sister and ward, Alma Donovan. Please don't flirt at her, Albert”, she added, “She doesn't appreciate male advances.”

“Certainly don't”, the redhead agreed flatly. “But good evening, your Highnesses.”

“Likewise”, the Princess replied.

“This is my lawyer, Mr. Utterson.”

The black-haired man bowed duly.

The Prince chuckled: “Why, if I hadn't asked you to bring him along, I would be worried!”

The blonde woman laughed: “Oh, I hope I won't need a lawyer tonight!”

“As do I”, Utterson agreed, “It's an honour to be your guest, your Highnesses.”

The Lady went on: “This is Dr. Jekyll, a famed physician with many other useful qualifications.”

Jekyll had the decency to blush at the flattery, before greeting them in his refined, charming manner.

Lanyon was sure that the blond would twist a lot of ladies' heads tonight.

“And this is Mr. Hyde, his ward and private student.”

“It's a pleasure”, Hyde said (doing his best to sound friendly) and lowered his head.

The Prince seemed intrigued. “Ah, so you're studying medicine?”

“Yes”, Hyde lied, “That and mathematics.”

“If you don't mind, may I ask your age, young man?”

“I'm not quite 21 years old”, Hyde answered slowly.

The Princess seemed to notice the boy's agitation, as she spoke up: “Bertie's cousin described you as a very talented young man.”

Before Hyde could answer, Jekyll did it for him: “Oh, he certainly is. Very capable and diligent.”

“But are you feeling alright, Mr. Hyde?”, Princess Alexandra inquired, “You're rather pale and you look tired.”

The genuine concern in her voice seemed to mollify him a little, as he assured her: “Oh, don't worry, that's natural. Unfortunately I haven't been gifted with a healthy appearance, but I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, your Highness.”

Lanyon was impressed. So far Hyde was nothing but polite to their host and even managed to make his normally creepy smile look friendly. And the couple seemed not to be affected by his dark aura, or were good at hiding it, if they were.

Prince Albert clapped his hands. “Good! Now that the introductions are done, why don't you sit with us? We would like to get to know you better.”

The following talk was cordial and open, much to Lanyon's surprise.

The hoary doctor had heard, that the Prince and Princess of Wales were very approachable, but this exceeded his expectations.

They inquired about how they were doing overall and what they were interested in, talked about their children from time to time and exchanged niceties with all of them.

Lanyon was relieved, that they didn't pry too far into his relationship with Lady Summers.

In fact, they seemed more interested in their musical hobbies.

Princess Alexandra was obviously intrigued that Hyde liked to play the piano (wait, what?!) and that Utterson liked to sing (oh, of that he knew – and of the lawyer's magnificent singing voice too).

“Indeed, these two are very talented”, Lady Summers told her cousin.

Prince Albert smiled. “In that case we would be very delighted, if you two gave us and your fellow guests a demonstration of your talent. I'm sure the pianist we hired will forgive us, if we let you have the piano for a while, Mr. Hyde.”

Hyde blushed awkwardly and mumbled a thanks.

Lanyon could tell that the young man was uncomfortable with the thought of being the centre of attention. But the brunette couldn't refuse and thus pretended to be honoured.

Poor boy.

Utterson had to be equally uncomfortable, but hid it better.

But their hosts seemed to mistake their discomfort for timidity.

“Wonderful!”, the Princess cried, “We're looking forward to your performances!”

Then the herald entered the room and announced the arrival of the first guests.

Everyone stood and they returned to the ballroom.

Turned out that Lady Summers hadn't been joking.

The royals indeed greeted every single one of their dinner guests.

And that was a lot of people.

Those who had already had their turn, went over to the buffet tables to help themselves with snacks and chat with each other.

But finally, everyone was here and the Prince of Princess of Wales called for their attention.

After holding the mandatory welcoming speech, he announced: “We hope that you will greatly enjoy yourselves! Let the gala begin!”

Then the orchestra began to play.

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Prompt Creator: @ecto-american Prompt: Vlad buys Danny a car for his 16th birthday Summary: Danny has an adrenaline problem

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Danny wakes up that morning expecting fancy pancakes and unusually flavoured milkshakes. Grinning, he pulls on his heavily over-sized NASA sweater and hops down the stairs two at a time. Unsurprisingly, he is indeed greeted by plentiful pancakes but also Hobson; whose holding a tray with a milkshake on it. “Did you guys really hire him just for my birthday?”, then smiling devilishly to Hobson. “I fully intend to drown in milkshakes today”, at which Hobson looks quite disgusted.

Taking his first of many milkshakes from him, Danny has a sip as his parents give him a plate of pancakes. “Kiwi and fudge? I think I know who’s idea that was”, Danny laughs, as Jack gives a thumbs up at Hobson.

While he’s chowing down he suddenly hears what sounds like wind being whipped really fast. It takes only a minute or two for everyone else to notice. Hobson already looks exhausted. As the sound gets louder Danny realises it’s a freaking helicopter. “Now what!”, Danny shouts while Jack runs out guns in tow. Looking out the window Danny sees, a car? Placed onto the ground with a massive neon green bow. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”, Danny mutters as Jazz claps him on the back. Getting up the two walk outside to join their parents, who thankfully have lowered their weapons. The last thing the road needs is an exploded helicopter and car. They’ve already plucked the card from the bow and hand it to Danny as he comes out. Danny groans, “Vlad? Seriously?”. Then muttering quietly to himself, “you can’t bribe me into being your apprentice, but I will take your car and check it for bugs you crazy frootloop”.

Jazz leans over him and looks down at the note, “he really is lonely isn’t he?” They both snicker as Danny actually notices the handwritten letter inside the card. Danny hands the card itself to Jazz as he reads the letter.

It’s your 16th so consider this a rare day of rest. I am not so evil as to not gift you appropriately, though you may think I am. In case you wish to brag, it’s a W Motors Lykan Hypersport. This is the 3rd one to be owned by a single person. It has 420 emeralds embedded in its headlights, white gold stitching on the seats and the colour name is Lykan White. Top speed is around 400 km/h and goes 0-100 in 2.3 seconds. Have fun little badger.

By the time Danny’s done reading the letter, his mouth has gone dry from hanging open so long and his sister is poking him. “Danny I think this card is made from freaking silver with gold front. He is really trying hard”, Danny looks at his sister finally closing his mouth. “Jazz, I think this maybe the most expensive car either of us will ever see in our entire existences.”, Danny’s holding the letter like it’s a bomb, but with Vlad it just might be.

Danny goes up and tentatively pokes the car, when nothing happens he pulls the bow off. Underneath is a fancy looking manual featuring more of Vlad’s handwriting.

So you don’t destroy it and don’t worry about a license just turn on the hologram.

Danny rolls his at this, “you are a madman. How would that help, I only have a learners”. Jack comes up and slaps him on the back, “who cares? All Fenton’s are great drivers! I can’t believe V-man would go this all out! Especially when he didn’t get Jazzy anything”. Maddie is highly suspicious of the car just like Danny, but Danny’s the only one who really knows why Vlad would be gifting him. After all you can’t be archenemies without being close and knowing each rather well.

Smiling at Jack and nodding to Maddie, “I think I’ll have a look around inside”. So he flops down on the steps and starts looking through the manual for how to open this thing. Jazz elbows him in the side, “I’m pretty sure you’ll need these, Danny”. Danny chuckles as he takes the absurd looking key from her. It looks oddly like a very pointy triangle shaped usb stick, with a badger tail on a keychain attached to it. “Uh, I’m not sure if that’s supposed to be a threat and Sam’s going to hate it”, Danny chuckles.

After he figures out how to not only unlock and open it, but as well as how to turn the whole thing on. Danny walks up and opens it up, doors opening backwards since the hinges are by the seats instead of the dashboard. “It just keeps getting more flashy and absurd doesn’t it?”, Danny mutters while Jazz chuckles.

Danny snoops around the car, climbing in the back sets and poking his head intangibly through the back wall into the trunk. He’s glad for the tinted windows since it blocks anyone from seeing what he’s doing. As he goes he opens every little pocket and looking in any grooves or holes, for traps or anti-ghost stuff. Finding nothing, though he’s sure there must be at least one camera in here, Danny plops down into the drivers seat.

Sticking the key in, Danny starts it up with a low purr. Sitting in the white and black cyber looking seat Danny can’t help but find it incredibly cool. “Dash is going to be pissed,”, he laughs to himself as Jack comes round to the window. “This thing is way to tiny for me, so how about you and Mads take it for a spin?”, Danny nods as he opens the passenger door. Maddie can’t help but run her hands over the dashboard as she gets in. She nods to her son, trusting that he checked the car for anything fishy, buckling up.

“Vlad was not kidding this thing can go fast, holy shit!”, Danny says as both him and his mom yelp. Getting the car up to 85, well over the limit, almost instantaneously. Luckily, there was no cops around and even if there was, they likely wouldn’t care as soon as they saw two Fenton’s inside. Danny had learned last year that no cops were even willing to pull Fenton’s over, due to multiple ghost incidents.

Maddie can’t help but excitedly laugh, “now that is power, I wish some of our weapons would kick up that fast! And that wasn’t even with you actually trying to!”. Danny joins her in slightly adrenaline fuelled laughter. Danny takes a few unnecessarily sharp turns to see just how tight this thing can pull. “Danny!”, his mom yells as she’s jerked to the side of her seat by the sharp turn. Danny, meanwhile, just whistles as he does a very sharp u-turn to head home.

They’re gone for only half an hour and look like they had been on a roller coaster. Jack bounces up to them giddy, “Wow that was fast! Wonder if we could hook any guns up to this baby?”. Jazz immediately shakes her head, “we don’t need any more ghost weirdness at school and-”, with a glare at Danny, “- no one will be chasing ghosts in his car”. Danny 100% intends to though, because if he wants to show this off to anyone it’s Technus. Who will likely stop fighting altogether just to stare at it. Danny can barely contain his smirk.

Eventually, they do actually park it in the garage, making sure nothing can fall on the multimillion-dollar car. So that Danny can go back for more pancakes and milkshakes. Staring out to the street Danny is honestly thankful no one came out since everyone is used to loud noises from Fenton Works. Though them ignoring a straight up helicopter is pretty sad.

Danny elects to spend the day with the giant green bow attached to his head, because why not. Ordering a skittles, cream cheese and tater tots smoothie from Hobson, “of course sir” being his only response. He picks up his phone to call Tucker.

“Dude, you are not going to believe this. Vlad sent me a gift and not only does it not suck, the only thing creepy about it so far is the dead badger tail”

“Does that say something about us that that qualifies as not much of a problem?”

“I’m positive it does but that’s a problem for my sister”

“True dude. Anyways, what’d that nut case get you? That you felt the need to call me right after?”

“Well let’s see it can go nearly 400 km/h and will make Technus drool.”

“Dude! A car! Wow for once he doesn’t suck. I so have to see that when I get there. Also, that sounds insanely fast for a car, what did he even get you?”

“Lykan something, but Tuck dude. A freaking helicopter dropped it in the front yard.”

“Well Vlad is nothing if not extra, though if it’s pink Sam will mock you relentlessly.”

“Hell no, though he was a cheeky bastard with the colours. Can’t say I’m complaining though. Black and white is my thing after all”

Tucker laughs on the other end, “Wow, you’d think your parents would be suspicious by now. Anyways, I’ll see you in an hour or two and you are taking us for a drive!”

Hanging up, he’s tempted to call Sam but he kind of wants to see her face when she sees he’s got a car too now.

Danny goes through six more smoothies and managed to finally make Hobson barf, black licorice with onions and sunflower seeds smells pretty bad apparently. While watching some reruns Sam and Tucker both show up, in Sam’s bubblegum pink hearse. Apparently, she was given the option to either pick the kind of car or the colour, not both. Parking the hearse in the Fenton driveway the two don’t even bother knocking on the door, as they barge in. They are immediately greeted by a grinning Danny with a giant green bow on his head.

“Dude what? That’s a little on the nose”, Tucker laughs as Sam rolls her eyes. Danny smirks, “it’s ectogreen, I had to”. Then grinning devilishly, “so want to do something stupid and race cars?”. Jazz glares at them from the kitchen but knows it is rather pointless to stop her brother, who can make himself literally untouchable. All the trio knows is high-wire living and Danny’s self-preservation is beyond brutalised.

“Danny what? Really? They got you a car too?”, Sam asks rather surprised. “Well my parents got me a person actually”, Danny points over his shoulder at Hobson; who’s now making a gummy bear and seaweed milkshake. “As for the car that was Vlad actually, yeah surprising I know.”, Danny smirks at Sams surprised face. “Sam, the birthday card alone is made of gold and silver. I’m positive he’s trying to butter me up again but the car is very nice”, Danny sticks his finger in the direction of the garage for them to follow.

“Let me guess, green bow for a green car and that it’s too small for your dad to drive?”, Sam snickers while Danny smirks. Opening the garage door, “small? yes, green? no and even your parents would be impressed”.

His two friends stare at the impressive car, even Sam parents don’t have cars this expensive looking. Meanwhile, Hobson brings Danny a cupcakes and horseradish smoothie along with the gummy bear seaweed one. “Dude, Your parents really did just buy you a butler huh?”, Danny nods at Tucker as he pulls out his keys. Sam is standing behind the drivers door as Danny snickers at her, which earns a confused look from her. Then the doors open backwards and force her to stumble back. “What in the? Where did he even find a car that opens like that?”, Danny just shrugs at Sam’s confusion. Opening up the side door he lets both them climb in and flings the manual at Tucker. Sam, noticing the seats, “very cybergoth”.

Tucker is practically feeling up the electronic dashboard and with neon green holograms on it. Noticing that Danny points out, “apparently there’s also a pop out hologram so that, according to Vlad, I can drive it alone without getting into trouble for not having a license yet”. Tucker immediately jumps out of the shotgun seat as he pushes a green button with a M on it. A Maddie hologram pops out into shot gun and waves at the driver's seat.

All three jump, “fuck that’s creepy, should have guessed though”. Sam and Tucker both nod at Danny as Tucker passes his hand through it. “It’s impressively real looking though. You actually might not get ticketed with this”, Tucker grins evilly. The two get out and let Danny in, they head outside to wait for him to pull out. Both of them accept, to Hobson’s pleasure, normal strawberry milkshakes from Hobson.

Danny pulls out of the garage pretty smoothly for a beginner, though all three have driven illegally in Sam’s pink hearse many times. Not to mention Danny has driven all sorts of crazy things. Danny drives the thing backwards and spins it around sharply to drift in right next to the hearse, the car shakes from the sudden stop as Danny shows a cocky grin. Which both Jazz and Jack can clearly see from the window. While Jazz shakes her head, Jack beams with pride, “look at him go, already defying the rules of the road. Just like his old man”. Jack wipes away a small tear from his eye.  

Tucker laughs wildly as Sam glares, “what you watch Fast and Furious again?”. Danny wiggles his eyebrows, “not yet but I am looking for ideas”. Opening up the side door and bending the seat forward. “Now are you two getting in or what. I already gave my mom whiplash, it’s your turn”, Danny turns his head to Tucker. “I wasn’t kidding about 0-100 in around 2 seconds”, Danny smirks as Sam goes wide-eyed as she climbs in the, very small, back.

“Danny, there is no way you’ll fit back here. Hell, I don’t even think there’s supposed to be a back here”, Sam mutters as her head touches the roof. Danny laughs, “it’s mine why would I be in the back? I’m just impressed the front seats are low enough for me to fit anyways”. The still a short shit Tucker glares, “damn you and your growth spurt”. Sam rolls her eyes, “it’s more than that Tuck. Unlike someone, Danny actually gets a freakish amount of exercise”. Tucker waves her off as Danny smirks slamming the pedal down without warning, just as they buckle in.

“HOLY SHIT! DON’T KILL US!”, Tucker screams as they hit 140 km/h in 4 seconds. Danny slows down smirking as he notices a very startled cop who doesn’t even make an attempt to go after them. Laughing his ass off now with pure adrenaline, as another cop pulls up next to them at a red light and stares. Danny rolls the window down so the cop can both see and speak to him, all the while wearing a crazed grin.

“You’re a Fenton kid aren’t you?”

“Yes sir and it’s my birthday”, Danny laughs loudly. As the cop just tips his hat and drives away once the light turns green. Though Danny can hear him mutter, “fuck that, so long as they don’t kill anyone it’s not my problem”.

“Wow dude how did you not get pulled over for that? That was like at least double the speed limit”, Tucker shakes his head in amazement, vibrating a little from the adrenaline. Danny smirks as both he and Sam say, “Fenton’s don’t get pulled over”.

Danny drives around for a while, randomly speeding up just for shits and giggles. Eventually, he gets where he’s going and they’re on a long deserted stretch of round. “Oh fuck yeah”, comes out of Tucker’s mouth as he grins like an idiot. Both he and Sam hold on as Danny guns it. “Fuckin Christ yeah! That book was not lying about top speed! Fourteen freaking seconds!”, Danny laughs like a loon as he proceeds to do sharp turns and donuts as fast as he can, in an abandoned parking lot.

Meanwhile, Vlad is watching through a camera; that he knows they’ll find and take out sooner rather than later. “Maybe this wasn’t the greatest idea, since when did he even know how to really drive? And is his self-preservation really this destroyed? The world isn’t a racing movie, boy!”, Vlad shakes his head as Danny quickly snaps the car into the opposite direction. Sending Sam and Tucker slamming into their prospective doors and lifting the tires up a bit. Danny, laughing and grinning all the while.

Back with the trio, Danny is driving home as all three laugh filled with adrenaline. “Imagine if I could fly this fast! I know I’m up to 280 now but still! And the g force!”. Tucker excitedly whacks him on the arm repeatedly, “you can barely even feel that when you fly! Holy shit dude!”.

“I know! Flying is lazy and light, this is like flinging my self at a bunch of walls and liking the impact!”, Danny giddily says as the three get out of the now parked car. Sam smacks him on the shoulder as she’s still catching her breath, “you are so taking this to school”. Danny finger guns at her, “don’t you know it! I’ll get there early and let everyone wonder who’s car it is till the end of the day!”. Tucker flops on the ground once in the house.

“Dude, that is going to be great! And who are we kidding? You are a menace!”, Tucker laughs from the ground. “A menace with a really nice car”, Danny points to him as he flops the manual on Tucker’s stomach. “You’re the techno-geek, have fun.”, Tucker would glare but he’s too interested.

Just as Hobson is giving Danny a peanut butter and Laffy Taffy milkshake Tucker starts hitting him. “Dude! This thing is fucking bulletproof! Not only that but I can easily put a ghost shield in!”, Danny laughs. “That frootloop did everything didn’t he? For once I’m glad my arch enemy is filthy rich!”

Danny has exactly 3 more milkshakes before it’s time to go out to eat. “While you have a car now Danny, I think it would be best if we all went in the Fenton Assualt vehicle”, Maddie basically announces much to Jazz’s pleasure for once. She wasn’t quite sure just what her brother was like on the road without her yet and seeing the stunt he pulled earlier, she didn’t really want to. And to pretty much everyone’s surprise the trio actually agrees.

Once at the theatre Danny notices the cop from earlier, Danny smirks as the cop approaches. “It’s you again, I’d say I’m amazed you’re in one piece but I’m pretty sure you Fenton’s are indestructible”, Danny laughs since not only is it likely that he might just be indestructible but also because the cops shorter than him. Jazz glares and crosses her arms at Danny, as the officer leaves, “and what did you do?”. Tucker grins goofily answering for Danny, “drove fast enough to give the cops buddy whiplash”. Jazz glares even harder as Danny starts laughs even harder. “Jazz, that thing speeds up freakishly fast, takes just over 2 seconds to get up to a hundred. Vlad knew full well I’d end up speeding with it.”, Danny waves her off as they head into the movies. “Yeah well you still shouldn’t, hell you shouldn’t even be driving without an adult.”, at this Danny just shrugs. But then he leans and whispers to Jazz, “tell that to the Maddie hologram”. Jazz turns her head to him and makes a face that’s mutually horrified and disgusted.

After the movie and supper, they all head home, Sam and Tucker staying over for an all-nighter movie marathon. “So obviously we’re watching the fast and furious movies?”, Tucker unnecessarily asks. To which both his friends say “duh”. They manage to get through all the movies before it’s time for school. Danny was grinning wildly the whole time and it’s obvious he was taking notes. As they head out to their cars, Tucker opting to go with Danny while Sam takes her own car.

Inside Danny’s car, “so I think this thing is getting named The Phlying Phantom, with a Ph. Because I’m awful and own it”. Tucker laughs, “that is awful and the spelling seems like it would be awful too”. Danny one-handed finger guns at Tucker because he’s not quite crazy enough to drive with his knees, yet.

Unsurprisingly, they get there before Sam and break at least two laws. Danny’s also pretty sure he’s going to get very familiar with seeing startled and scowling cops. “You’d think for being a hero you’d have more respect for the law!”, Tucker chuckles as he gets out. The two just stand there and watch the doors close, still impressed by the weird ass doors. Tucker elbows him, “you should totally open the trunk”. Danny raises an eyebrow but indulges Tucker without asking. The two watch as the trunk splits in two and opens out and upwards in two separate parts like a pair of metal wings. Danny’s jaw drops as Tucker says, “wow that looks way cooler than the manual implied”. And that’s how Sam finds them, after parking next to Danny’s car;  she too turns to gape at the weirdest trunk doors ever. “Now that’s just being extra”, Sam shakes her head as Danny starts to smile. “That’s exactly why I’m putting my backpack in the trunk for my ride home, Tuck?”, Tuck just smirks and fist bumps Danny.

By the time lunch has rolled around half the school is talking about the crazy white and black sports car in the parking lot. Everyone has ruled out every rich kid they know of, mostly due to the colour alone. Well except one kid who knew who’s it was the second he heard the colour. “The sports cars your isn’t Phantom”, Wes practically growls at Danny; who smiles in return causing Wes to toss his hands up. “Of course it is! Are you just mocking me and everyone else?”, Danny shrugs before responding. “Actually, you can blame the mayor for this one”, Danny laughs as Wes practically slams his tray on the table and stomps off.

Tucker snickers, “he loves you, doesn’t he”. Both Sam and Danny laugh, “well how couldn’t he? After all he knows the fantastical and fabulous Phantom!” Danny sticks his finger in the air for added emphasis.

The group overhear Dash and Kwan before lunch finishes.

“Dude, I so want to know who’s got that awesome car!”

“I know, I would sell most of my organs for that.”

“Whoever they are, they’d for sure have to be a cool kid or an A-lister!”

“Well it’s obviously not one of us, but dude. Do you want to stick around to see that baby startup and actually drive?”

“Well duh, who wouldn’t?”

The two guys notice the trio, who are all snickering to themselves.

“Well I guess Fentit and the merry band of freaks wouldn’t!”, Dash shouts. Earning an eye roll from every member of the trio.

“Yeah, dude. What would they even know about a nice car?”, Kwan smirks as they head off. Dash tosses his leftovers at Danny for emphasis, but Danny bats it away with Wes’s tray.

As the three walk out to the parking lot no ones surprised, since not only is Sam’s laughably pink hearse there but they all assume the resident freak trio want to see who owns the car too. Danny notices someone leaning against the driver door before Sam and Tucker do. Quickly he realises it’s Dexter, a 19-year-old held back 12th grader. If he remembers correctly Dexter is or was the only student with a sports car. “Well I guess it’s not surprising to see you being so chill about touching a sports car”, Danny nonchalantly says as he twirls his keys; walking up to his car. “Care to get of my car door, buddy?”, Danny’s tone is slightly unpleasant as everyone in earshot gapes. Some people, who didn’t hear Danny, are pointing to the keys he’s swinging and whispering.

“Ah, so you’re the so-called cool kid with the new sports car?”, Dexter’s tone is mocking. Noticing this Danny pushes his keys to open the trunk, causing the right trunk door to open straight up blocking Dexter's view; as Danny and Tucker walk up and toss their bags in. Multiple gasps can be heard from the crowd as everyone clues in that the “cool guy” car belongs to one of the loser freak trio.

Dexter is actually pretty impressed, he hasn’t seen a car like this before and doesn’t know the make off the top of his head. Which makes him think that it must be a more expensive one. He only made a habit to learn the affordable ones; because what kid would have an expensive one? This kid apparently.

Getting off the door and sticking his head around the trunk door just as Danny signals for it to close and responds to Dexter’s question. “Yup, black and white is sorta my thing in case you can’t tell by my wardrobe”, Danny gestures to his white wife beater, black leather jacket and black military pants; the look finished off by white doc martins. Dexter smirks, “well I haven’t even seen a make like this, so how did you, of all people, get it?”. Danny chuckles and puts his hands in the air, “mayors gift, people seem to think I’m kidding when I say we’re well acquainted with each other. Close family friend and all. And if you must know it’s a W Motors Lykan Hypersport and it has a lot of emeralds and gold in it”. Tucker laughs as he leans over to Dexter, “simply put it’s a sports car on crack”. Danny nods as he laughs a bit, then noticing Dash coming up, he smirks.

“Why hello there Dash, come to ogle my car as well?”

“No way this is yours Fentoilet!”

“Oh I don’t know Dash, I’m pretty sure a fair amount of people saw the three of us flying around in it yesterday”, Danny jeers as Sam smirks as she leans against her own car.

Dexter, meanwhile, is both shocked and impressed, “this baby must cost quite the penny then and why don’t you prove it’s yours”. Dexter goes to stand up in front of Danny, as Dash just watches. Even Dash doesn’t mess with a 12th grader known for setting things on fire and breaking people’s noses. Danny however, doesn’t seem to care, “pretty sure I already did”. Dexter laughs cruelly and crosses his arms, “naw man, if you drove it here you can drive it out, can’t ya?”. Danny raises an eyebrow kind of confused, “um duh, that’s half the point of having one”. Dexter smirks, finding himself amused by this kid who’s clearly not as spineless as rumours suggest. “Oh and what would the other half of the point be? Care to enlighten us?”, a couple of people in the crowd snicker. While Dannys’ grin verges on manic, “to go fast, why else would you drive a sports car of any kind?”.

Dexter throws his head back and laughs, “you really don’t give a shit do you? Well if that’s the case, there’s an abandoned strip of road leading to a deserted mall and parking lot; know it?”. All of the trio can’t help but laugh, since they were just there yesterday. Danny sticks his hands in his pockets and grins wiley, “of course, left some burnt rubber there on more than one occasion”. At this point everyone at Casper high are starting to think Danny is a bit tougher than they thought. Dash’s jaw is completely dropped as he exclaims, “but you just turned 16? You can’t even have a drivers yet?”. A few heads around nod as Dexter raises an eyebrow. Sam laughs, “that doesn’t matter if you’re a Fenton, cops won’t touch them. Too many cops get hurt when they try!”

Danny snickers, “what can I say, my dad’s driving breaks a few laws of physics” ending with a shrug. Dexter squares the muscular Danny up again, “well then that settles it then, met me by the exit to the abandoned road in an hour”. Dexter then turns his head over his shoulder as he walks away, “Good luck”.

The trio all laugh as Danny opens the doors and half the crowd makes “oooo”’s and “ahhhh”’s at the weird backwards opening doors. Dash follows Danny around and watches him get in the car, “you’re nuts Fenton”. Danny starts up The Phlying Phantom as he laughs, “what’s new?”.

Sam hops in her hearse as Danny aggressively swings his car out of its spot and shoots out of the parking lot at a, slow for the car, 50 km/h. The whole crowd gaping as Sam smirks and drives off after them.

“I can’t fucking believe it? That loser not only has a car but a sports car?”

“I know, just doesn’t make sense”, is all Kwan can think to say.

Meanwhile Wes muttering, “of course Phantom is having a drag race, of course no one thinks anything of the colour choice, of course he has a sports car...”.

“Dude! That was awesome! You have a car for two days and you’re already putting it through the ringer!”, Tucker laughs his ass of from shotgun. Danny grins as he heads to fill up and then home for supper. Elbowing Tucker on the way, “Tuck, you are so going to have to put a bass booster in here”.

“Hey Jazz, gonna just grab some food and go”, Danny says as he shovels a few of the tater tots in his mouth and grabs a burger. Jazz sticks her head in the kitchen, “Danny you just got back? What are you up to?”. Danny makes a motion that looks like steering a steering wheel, “I guess I can’t blame you but you really should have an adult, an adult like me, with you”. Danny rolls his eyes and waves her off with his free hand. Jazz goes to step in front of him, prompting him to raise an eyebrow and quickly chew and swallow all the tater tots. Which if it wasn’t for body manipulation, would have been very painful; Jazz grimaces. “Jazz I'm fine, it’s not like I haven’t drive alone a bunch of times before”, Jazz sighs and shakes her head disappointedly. “Dont do anything stupid, little brother. But I’m coming with you unless you give me a damn good reason not to”, Danny groans and checks the time. Rubbing his neck, “you hate dad’s fast driving as it is, and well fast driving is what’s happening”. Jazz immediately clues in that Danny’s doing something both stupid and illegal, “Danny! Yes I’m coming with you. At least to watch and make sure you don’t fuck yourself up”. Danny deflates, “Fine, I guess, but you’re in the back and you’re not riding later. Gotta go now though”. Jazz raises a brow as Tucker lets her climb in the back.

“So clearly something specific is going on, so spill”, Danny groans. While Tucker turns around to answer, “there’s only one other kid, well he’s not a kid but still, at school with a sports car. So now there’s a drag race”.  “What! Danny! That is more than just stupid and illegal!”, Jazz shoves her head forwards as far as her seatbelt will allow. Danny just shrugs as he drives to the abandoned road.  

Dexter smirks as he sees Danny’s Lykan pulling up next to the sidewalk before the abandoned road, after looking up this car he knows he’d lose to anyone who was actually an experienced driver, but with this kid he’ll be able to brag about besting the car. Shrugging to himself, he’ll just leave out the age of the driver during his bragging.

Tucker opens the passenger door to let both himself and Jazz out, a mash-up of every Skrillex song at once can be heard as the two go and stand with Sam and a bunch of other people from Tucker’s grade.

“I can’t believe Danny actually has a car like that”, Star shakes her head at Tucker. The two had become somewhat friendly to each other ever since their dating stint. Tucker smirks, “you should see the hologram stuff it’s got inside and the seats are literally stitched with gold”. Star blinks a few times, “wait you mean he was serious when he said there was gold and emeralds in it?”. Tucker nods, “there’s something like 400 emeralds in the headlights alone. But that’s what you get for over 4 mil”. Kwan nearby starts cough and staggers up to Tucker, “what do you mean 4 mil? As in million?”. Tucker chuckles, “Yeah, exactly. It’s normally only 3 and half mil but Vladdie got it done custom”. Kwan just stares at him and shakes his head.

Danny pulls up next to Dexter as he cuts the music, “so quick question, you think you can take this easy because you think I’m inexperienced due to my age, right?”. Dexter blinks a couple times and frowns, “you’re only 16 and don’t even have a licence yet, what kind of driving experience could you possibly have”. Danny laughs, “I’ve driven or flown everything from assault vehicles to a jet”. Dexter looks at him mildly concerned as it approaches time to go.

Danny can’t help but laugh as the, ever so stereotypically scantily clad, lady who’s probably someone’s girlfriend; walks up and signals for them to go.

Danny doesn’t waste any time in straight up gunning it, being used to the fast and crazy life, his head doesn’t even snap back from the g force. He winds up around 380 in about 15 seconds. Laughing his head off as he cranks the wheel around one of the turns in the road. Looking to the mirror he sees how far back Dexter is, so he decides to fuck around and make Jazz regret coming. So he spins around harshly, flying his hair the totally wrong way, and starts driving backwards without even looking behind him. He waves back at the gaping Dexter as he just starts randomly driving his car all over the road, drifting sideways at points and eventually whipping around to face forwards again; grinning like a completely insane idiot. He whizzes into the parking lot and does a couple of random high-speed donuts before parking. Opening his door he goes and lays on the roof, waiting for Dexter to eventually get there.

Meanwhile, Vlad is staring in horror at the screen slowly starting to question the sanity of the young halfa, “What have I done?”. He’d watched as Daniel jerked the wheel around pulling donuts of increasingly tighter loops only to suddenly jerk and go the opposite direction. He could tell by the tilting of the screen that the wheels left the ground multiple times. Listening to the manic laughter of Daniel and seeing his massive grin, all the while. “I’m starting to think Daniel might just be right in the “halfas are either indestructible or immortal” theory. That, or my little badger has a death wish”, with that the older halfa rubs his trembles but doesn’t turn off the device.

Back with Sam, Tucker and Jazz. Sam and Tucker are both laughing their ass off while Jazz looks just as shocked as everyone else at just how fast Danny’s car is. “Holy...”, is all Dash’s two remaining brain cells can put together.

“I-I think that-that Danny might have a bit of a-a adrenaline addiction!”, Tucker wheezes out while Sam pats him on the shoulder humorously. Jazz decides that if they ever have to flee anything, Danny is driving.

Danny turns his head as Dexter pulls up next to his car, Dexter is shaking his head as he drives. “You are one crazy guy, but mad props for pulling that stunt and not destroying your car”, Dexter tosses a large wad of money at Danny who grabs it confused. Dexter laughs at this, “you won dude, even if you clearly did this for shits”. With that Dexter drives off, leaving Danny to fiddle with the money. “Well ok then, I feel like a tornado attempting to take a nap and now I have money in my winds”, Danny looks around and then phases inside his car. Unwrapping the wad he flings the cash all over his dashboard just to be dramatic, he starts The Phyling Phantom back up. Jerking the wheel harshly sending the car snapping around in a tight circle as he floors it back to his friends, cash flying around inside. He winds up flying past Dexter, again, who just blinks startled by the sudden wind as Danny is grinning widely with his chest pushed up against the wheel. Danny cranks his wheel and yanks the emergency brake to drift sideways and come to a stop about 2 feet from Sam and Tucker, who are the only ones who don’t jump out of the way of the oncoming car driven by a probably indestructible halfa. Opening the door Danny flops out laughing his ass off, with a 50$ stuck in his hair, “god this thing is bloody fun and yes Tuck, I’m totally down to see just how you can soup this up to even more insane levels”.  Tucker laughs, “Just don’t ask your dad! You’ll wind up with it covered in F’s and poor taste guns!”.

Sam and Tuck high-five the grounded Danny as Kwan looks inside the car and sees money all over the place. “I guess there’s no way you couldn’t have won but since when did you even know how to drive?”, Kwan asks what most of the crowd wants to know just as Dexter arrives back. No one even gives Dexter any mocking for losing because of the clearly over powered car his opponent was driving. Danny waves at him from the ground as he answers Kwan, “dude, you can’t be a Fenton and not know how to drive the assault vehicle. It might not speed up as fast but it can go way faster than the average car. It is meant to chase ghost after all”.

Danny’s righted himself by the time Dexter gets over to them, Dash joins them as well. “Well, man you’ve won your first race and own an insane car. Care if I look?”, at this point, Dexter likes this kid and fully intends to laugh at anyone who claims this kid is some weak loser. Dash’s face light up, hoping to get a look too.

Danny raises his eyebrow at the bully, “last I checked anything that was mine was instantly uncool. But then again it’s not like you were ever informed on many things”. Turning to Dexter, “go ahead dude, you probably know more about it than I do”. While Dexter jumps in, leaving the door open though. Dash pipes up, “Fenton, no one could taint a freaking sportscar, not even the biggest freak in the school”. Kwan taps his chin, “I’m amazed your parents didn’t get pissed at the Phantom paint job though, what with being hunter’s and all”. A couple of people nod in the crowd while Tucker groans, knowing full well what Danny named it. Danny chuckles, “they didn’t even mention it, not like I picked the colours anyways. It does fit me though and that’s also why I named it The Phlying Phantom”. Even Dash seems to be impressed by the name choice and many people laugh, while Jazz pinches her nose. Muttering, “you are just asking for trouble little brother”.

Dexter sticks his head out the door as Dash sticks his in but not touching a single thing, Dexter rolls his eyes at the blonde before shouting at Danny “dude, this thing’s custom isn’t it? There shouldn’t even be seats in the back and the window tint is complete black out from the outside with a green tint. Is that even legal?”. Danny laughs, “oh yeah it definitely isn’t, cops won’t do shit apparently though. Vladdie even put extra hologram stuff in and I think an under glow. Cost him an extra half mil, apparently”. Dexter shakes his head at Danny before walking back to his own car and slapping its roof, “Well see you at school you wild weirdo”.

Eventually, everyone starts taking their leave and Sam takes Tucker home. Jazz follows Danny into The Phlying Phantom, turns to him and practically shouts, “you insane idiot! I can’t believe you’d be so reckless and stupid!”. Danny just waves her off as he buckles up, “my very existence is reckless, your point?”. Danny laughs as Jazz pushes some cash out from under her before she buckles up herself, glaring at him the whole time.

On their drive home Danny’s ghost sense goes off, he smirks and jerks the car in that direction before Jazz can even say “no”. Funny enough it’s actually Johnny and Kitty, and Johnny’s has clearly souped up his bike again. Danny’s honestly impressed they’ve actually stopped at the red light, so much to his sisters complaining, he pulls up next to them. Johnny eyes Danny’s ride, not able to see who’s inside, and whistles. Even Kitty gives it an impressed smirk as Johnny says, “well guess I’m not the only person in this town with something that’s got some real speed and power?”. Johnny chuckles to himself deviously before asking, “care for a race?”. Jazz slams her head on the dashboard as Danny goes to roll down the window.

“What’s up Johnny? And I don’t see why not, I could do with winning two tonight”, Danny grins at Johnny’s shocked but then impressed face. Kitty however, looks really damn pleased, “well looks like we won’t be winning by ghostly cheating, Phantom. Hope you’re content to drive straight up some buildings”. To which Danny just laughs as the light turns green and he’s off to the races again.

Unsurprisingly they indeed wind up driving straight up and sideways on a few buildings, Jazz screams as Danny goes off a damn crane and floats the car down to the park. Johnny pulling up behind, “respect dude, it’s clear us ghostly folks have the monopoly on speed”. Danny laughs maniacally, “well I have a new appreciation for fast vehicles that’s for sure, and this thing has officially lived up to the name of Phyling Phantom!”. Kitty herself laughs at Danny’s on the nose naming before the couple wave off.

Danny spins the back of the car and peels it out of the park, going a little too fast on the road; getting himself promptly pulled over. Johnny and Kitty watch, smirking from a distance; they picked the most heavily patrolled area for this very reason. “Hey Jazz, climb into the back would you?”, Jazz glares at him but does so. Once she’s seated and buckled, “the fuck is wrong with you Danny and you know I can’t be your adult from the back”. Danny smirks as he pushes the big M button, “I want to see if this will really work”. Jazz doesn’t even have time to be confused as the Maddie hologram springs out and smiles at the drivers seat. “What the fuck Danny? Did Vlad put that in? Because that is either really sneaky and I’m not impressed or that’s really creepy and I’m not impressed”. Danny draws a V in the air just as the officer knocks on his window.

Rolling his window down, Danny smiles at the officer as “Maddie” waves, “what’s up sir? Just enjoying a night-time drive”. The cop moves his flashlight from Danny to the hologram that somehow actually reacts like a person to the light, and then to Jazz. “Fenton’s huh? Well I hope you were chasing something in that park and I hope you caught it, good night”, the cop spins on his heels and books it away from, what he believes is, one of the two highly destructive Fenton parents and their apparently equally reckless child. Johnny shakes his head as Kitty smiles, “got to hand it to the kid, he’s alway got something up his sleeve”.

As Danny puts the Maddie hologram away Jazz stares in shock, “Vlad has issues for one, for two he has given you too much power. Now let’s go home, at a reasonable speed”. Danny laughs, “death gave me too much power first!”

End.

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[elejah-wonderland]

An Officer and A Gentleman/3

Fanfiction

Elijah Mikaelson x reader/Elena Gilbert

Part 3

Intro: Elijah Mikaelson is a Navy Seals operative, same as Angel S. Booth. They are sent to Top Gun, navy strike fighter tactics instructor program, for a special course called the Hybrid Seals Program (this is fanfiction, so all is invented!). There he will meet the aero-space engineer and instructor Y/N/Elena Gilbert. Having their heart broken due to life’s circumstance and such - they will try to learn to love again.

a/n: thanks so much for reading this most unusual crossover. But, Dg is so dashing in uniform, so I guess I had to write Elijah Mikaelson as an Officer, who is also a gentleman! lol. xoxo

tags @rissyrapp20 @captainshurley @elejahforever @hides2000 @cassienoble2000

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⛔  

Y/N/E and Elijah stood in awkward silence.

Y/N/E's heart, same as Elijah's thumped wildly. It was clear there was a burning attraction there. But there was also this invisible boundary between them. If they crossed it, there would be repercussions. They were very well aware of that. She was one of the instructors and he was one the Lieutenants she was instructing. And Y/N/E was a very ethical person. The alarm bells in her head were now on maximum and she stepped back, slipping -

"Thank you for the ride. Night."- and before her heart overrode her head she turned around walking in the building.

"Don't turn around. Don't turn around."- she muttered to herself as she walked to the stairs. And she didn't, though her heart wanted to.

And if she had, she would see Elijah standing, gazing at her leaving, like had done for so many times in the past few weeks.

      He tried so hard to steady his feelings, rippling in his veins now. Whoa, he thought. How could he get so full on. It was inexplicable. He only felt this kind of rush with his College love, Antoinette, and it had not been that intensive. This was out of this world. Was it because she was off limits in a way? Must be. He could not explain to himself how he could be so moved. The truth was that the moment he saw her in the bar, it was like he saw a shining star. This is just a rebound? No, it can’t be. Like you have said to your friend. She is beautiful, smart, funny, and not necessarily in that order. Talking to her, being around her. listening the way she spoke in class. He knew that he had encountered a twin soul. This probably was all about her heart being destroyed by life’s bitching hand. 

Flashback

Barbecue, Salvatore House

Elijah walked to the mantlepiece now seeing a photo of Stefan Salvatore, and a black ribbon on it.  There beside it was also a photo of Y/N/E and Stefan happy and smiling. 

Damon getting in with some beers, saw the Lieutenant gazing at the photo. Handing him a bottle of beer, he now said-

“Y/NE was my brother’s fiancé. They were supposed to get married just a - he was taken down in Afghanistan- a month before they - my mom still keeps the photo of them together - some things are hard to let go off.”

Elijah now took a swag of beer and said -

“Devastating doesn’t describe it, does it?”

“No.”- Damon said-”we still can’t believe he is not - here. And for her, I think it still is pretty hard”

 What ever it was, he could not shake the moment. And if it was any other situation, he would have kissed her there and then.

Now, taking a deep breath he got on his motorbike and drove off.

In the apartment, Elena also tried to make sense of her feelings still rumbling inside her and the fact that it hit her hard.

"You have to cool it." - she said to herself.                  

That night in their respective beds, Elena floated away, thinking of the dreamy, sexy Lieutenant, wild thoughts now not letting her sleep, same as Elijah

             ___

Meanwhile

Buffy sat down in the Ocean Drive Diner, ordering a Baja Burger and fries-

"Onion rings, too. Thank you."

"You don't plan on kissing anyone tonight!?" - Vicky, the waitress said.

"No."- Buffy said.

And as those words came out of her, Angel walked in

, her eyes now catching his as he turned to see if Elijah was there.

"Cola or?" - Vicky asked.

Buffy, who was in an another world for a second now shook her slightly saying what.

"What are you having to drink?"

"Just club water. Thanks." - Buffy now replied. As Vicky now went, Buffy made a little mental gulp as Angel was now approaching her table.

So far they had only communicated in the official capacity when needed in the class. Buffy avoided any other contact, but she knew that sooner or later they  would meet in a social capacity.

"Evening" - Angel said.

"Hi."- Buffy slipped and - there it was - the awkward silence, but soon she broke it-”Don’t you want to sit down?”

“Yes - ahm - I didn’t want to - disturb you. I am looking for Elijah. We were supposed to meet here. To grab something to eat. And as per usual he is not answering his phone.”

“I have not seen him.”- Buffy said, he ocean blue eyes now beaming with a sweet kind of look, adding- “You can sit down, I don’t bite.”

Angel now laughed a bit, his nervousness sort of lifting as she smiled back at him.

“But you slay”- Angel now said as he sat down, adding-”the way you slashed Lockwood today - I would be -careful”

“You know how I hate smart ass comment. He had it coming for days.”- Buffy said.

Vicky was now back with the drinks and Angel basically ordered the same as the bold instructor.

“What he doesn’t know is that I have actually been in Afghanistan, and Congo”- Buffy now said.

“You have?”- Angel was surprised to hear it.

“Yep. But you have to keep this one to yourself.”- Buffy said.

“You - did you work for - SIS?”

Buffy now just gave the Lieutenant a confirming look. 

“After - the split with Andrew - I just went dark.”- Buffy now said openly.

Angel now looked at her with great compassion gleaming from his eyes-

“I am so sorry about - you know - the baby and - also- I really need to apologize for me back then coming to the wedding -”

“Thanks- and hey - can we put all that behind us? A lot had happened since and - I am not the same person anymore- well - I am and I am not. I have to say that - seeing your name down on the list when I got here- kind of surprised me. I thought you would stay in Washington.”

“Same as you - life throws you this curveball and - one morning you wake up and - take a road - and end up here”- Angel said.

“I read your file. It’s really impressive. And you being here is not surprising really - I thought that you always had it in you to save the world”- Buffy said with a little smile on her face.

“Please - that is a huge exaggeration. I just - went to forget about -”- and he stopped there, now looking at her with his piercing dark eyes. Buffy knew exactly what he was talking about. 

“Me”- she slipped.

Angel now nodded. He could not longer hide what was enclave deep in his soul. 

He gulped and then said-

“This is so not appropriate right now- but - I - never stopped - loving you”

Buffy now stretched her hand out and putting on his said-

“I didn’t either.”

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In the morning 

Y/N/E met up with Buffy at the diner for breakfast.

"Just coffee for me."- Buffy said.

"I'll have bagle and cream cheese and a fruit bowl. OJ. Thanks. " -Y/N/E said.

"You got a new car!?" - Buffy now remarked as she saw Y/N/E get out of a different car earlier.

"No.The battery went on the Porsche and Kai gave me this one till they look at it. The alternator is not working right. But I am thinking of buying a new car."

"The Porsche is such a great vintage thing."

"Yes, but it was never really my thing. I prefer something more reliable. I think I am going to get a jeep. That car was -" Y/N/E- sighed-"Stefan's."

"Oh-" - Buffy let out.

"Yeah. I - held onto it - to kind of be close to him. And- it keeps breaking down all the time. He knew how to repair it. So loved working on it. I am going to give it to Damon."

Y/N/E now swayed to another topic-

"Ready for the karaoke night on Saturday?"

"Pretty much." - Buffy replied.

"Great. You have to meet all of my friends. They will love you. We managed to get Caroline over. We need one more girl so we can have a band"

"I can't sing."- Buffy said.

"I can't either. Caroline will be the front girl, and we will just be back-ups."- Y/N/E said.

“All right -”- Buffy smiled, and by the way her eyes sparkled a bit, Y/N/E now asked-

"Did something happen?"

"Happen?"- Buffy said innocently.

“Yeah. You have that smile and a - glow on your face.”

"Yeah - ahm -Angel got to the diner last night and we - talked"- Buffy said.

"Broke the ice?" - Elena said.

"More. We - kissed  and - huh-  but you really have to keep this to yourself- you know "- Buffy replied now flashing back to the night before. 

“My lips are sealed. So happy for you!”- Y/N/E said, and now told her her friend why Elijah didn' t show up.

"Yeah, he took me home." - Elena said casually.

"He seems like a good guy. Angel talked about him like he is his brother."-Buffy said.

"I saw their rapsheet. They've been through some real tough things."

"Yes, I've read it."- Buffy said and added- "He is a real Maverick. Rescued the whole squad single handed."

"Though it was too risky." - Y/N/E said-"he seems to be totally fearless."

"They wouldn't be here if they weren't?!" - Buffy remarked.

"Yeah, you're right." - Y/NE sipped her OJ thinking of Elijah, but then she shook her head and now asked Buffy what song they should choose to sing. 

💜

In the baracks, Angel had the biggest smile on, which slightly annoyed Elijah, though he was happy for his friend. 

“Ok- you either tell me what the Hell is so great that you had to smile like a Cheshire cat?”

"Buffy and I - oh, it was amazing. We could talk. Really talk. And it was so good. And - "- being a gentleman, he didn’t say, but it was easy for Elijah to put two and two together. His eyes now were wide-eyed, and now said-

"Whoa. You - made up ?! I am happy for you, man."

"Yeah. But, what happened? Where were you?" - Angel asked.

"Just - needed time off - went on a bike ride. Needed to - vent" - Elijah said.

"Y/N/E?!" - Angel stated.

"What?"

"Well - Goose saw you ride off with her." - Angel said.

"Damn. Does anything go unnoticed?" - Elijah was miffed a bit.

"Seriously?! Don't you know where you are?"

"Yeah, I do."

"You got it bad, ha?"- Angel wanted to know more as Elijah was obviously in the dumps.

Elijah sighed and said honestly-

"I don't know what's happening? I can't stop thinking about her. It's mad."- Elijah poured a bit of his soul out.

"You didn't, did you?" - Angel now said referring to Elijah having tried something on.

"No. But -" - Elijah now exhaled-" I nearly kissed her.  And - I know that it's not right."

"Cause she the instructor?!"

"Yep." - Elijah said-"I have to cool it."

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

The two officers now got to the flight hanger and soon were only concentrated on the test flight with the new jets.

Days went by, and both Y/N/E and Elijah acted in a very professional manner. Having just exchanged a little chat about her new Jeep Wrangler, as he saw her click it open.

"So, you gave up on the Porsche?"

"Yes. It - constantly needed repairs."

"Did you sell it? It's just - a great classic car - and - I'd like to but it?!"

"Oh- it's not for sale." - Y/N/E said.

"Right. I just thought - if -" - Elijah said.

Y/N/E cut in  before he could finish and somewhat abrasively said-

"I gave it away."

"Ok-  Right. I - see you around." - Elijah said-”I am sorry I asked-”

“I’m sorry I - reacted the way I did- ahm- I’m kind of busy - so - later.”

“Yeah-”- Elijah now said.

Y/N/E put her sun glasses on and got in the car. She hated the way she brushed him off, but, suddenly the talk of the car, and it being Stefan's, brought all the old memories of ex-fiance back, and mixed with her current mashed up emotions, she just got all worked up.

Arriving at Damon's apartment building she parked up. She sat there and suddenly broke down crying.

    Life was such a crazy mess, she thought. She now thought of Stefan, who found her sitting outside her school, all lost, writing in her diary.

◀️"Hey- I heard about your - parents- your mom and stepdad"

Y/N/E looked up at the cadet and sighed, tearful.

"I know it's not the end of the world to find out that they are getting divorced, but  - everything just sucks. "

"Yes. Life's a bitch. But you got to get up and - just go and kick ass."

Y/N/E looked at the young man a bit taken aback.

"I tell myself that - nearly every day - and - sometimes it helps."

"Sometimes?!" - Y/N/E said.

"Well, there are good and bad days. We all get confused, overwhelmed by stuff. It's really mad out there, but - kicking ass - well- doing the best you can - best you can give from yourself is the thing. At least I believe so."- Stefan said.

"You do, ha?" - Y/NE said.

"Yeah. I do. Come on. Wallowing is nit going to make it better. My mom would always say that Scarlett O'Hara got it right."

"What? Tomorrow's a new day?" - Y/N/E said.

"Exactly."- Stefan said - "Come on - Ocean Drive has the best chocolate ice-cream"◀️

The incisive ringing of Y/N/E's phone brought her back from her thoughts. She answered it, wiping her tears off-

"Yes, Damon. I am here. Hey - do you have any chocolate ice-cream? - it's ok. I'll get some. Right. I'll be there in a jiff."

That night, she spent with Kai and Damon, pouring her heart out about a certain Lieutenant Mikaelson.

💜The next day

Caroline arrived for the grand opening of her and Enzo's bar.

Enzo, who once played in a band in High School, now took the guitar and jammed a bit, humming a song. Caroline, making sandwiches and coffee looked at her boyfriend lovingly. 

      Life was good, she thought, thinking of the baby and all that they had achieved so far.

The doorbell rang, and Caroline went to open it.

"Ahh, finally -" - Caroline said hugging her friend.

" I will leave you two to your girls thing" - Enzo said putting the guitar down-"see you at the bar."

"Yeah, later." - Caroline said as she exchanged a little lips-puckering kiss with her boyfriend. Then turned to Y/N/E -

"I want to hear everything in detail. Kai said you had a whole tub of chocolate ice-cream all by yourself."

"I knew it would go viral." - Y/N/E joked as she sat down on the sofa-"but first you - how are you and the baby."

"We are fine."- Caroline smiled happily-"only you know, so -"

"Of course" - Y/N/E said-"my lips are -zipped!"

"Seriously, come on- what's going on- is he coming to the opening?"

"I don't know."- Y/N/E said and now told her friend about the brush off she gave Elijah.

"Does it have to be - serious?" - Caroline said-"if you feel like - a hook up is ok?!"

"I - oh- I don't know why I - I' m 30, and yet - hook up is a big deal to me - but you know me -"

"Yeah- we know you - it's about falling in love and - he has to be the one -" - Caroline said and then abruptly stopped as Y/N/E's eyes watered.

"Sorry -" - Caroline said as she felt by mentioning 'the one' it was bringing Stefan back, as Y/N/E said that he was the one.

"This is it - I - feel - there are like these feelings when I am around him" - she emphasised the him - "everything inside of me goes flipping - and - I never had that. I - didn't have with Stefan - I didn't go crazy - like - OMG - I so wanted him to kiss me that night. And it's not right." - Y/N/E huffed.

"It's the classic case of hot attraction. I think that you should just - hook up - and get it out of your system. And it's all right, Y/N/E. No one will judge you." - Caroline said.

"I don't know." - Y/N/E exhaled.

"I asked Kai - from scale 1-10 of hottness - he said that Elijah is - 100."- Caroline now said-"and if Elijah was into him, like he said the way you said it was electric between you two that night - he would not think twice."

"Yeah - all right - but then I have to work with him - I mean - you know"

"A hook up is a hook up. It's not - biggy- you're both adults."- Caroline said-"and he is probably soon deployed somewhere"

"Yeah, you're right. I don't know why I am making a big deal out of this." - Y/N/E said.

"Cuz it's - the first someone you - have feelings for - whatever they are" - Caroline said.

"Yeah - I never though there could be anyone - ever again"

"Hey - it's good - and talking about good things - what are we going to sing tonight? Oh, I don't know what I am going to wear."- Caroline was in her party organizing mode again. She now went with Y/N/E to the bedroom to show the dresses she had bought.

💜

Hours later

Mystic Ocean Bar

The place was buzzing with people, waiting for it to be officially open.

Caroline and Enzo both went to the stage welcoming everyone and with just saying-

"The bar is open. The first round is on the house!"

The grand party sort of started.

Y/N/E, was there already with Damon, Kai and Buffy, as well as some of their friends as well. The karaoke was in full swing, proven to be a great idea.

The only thing was that Elijah and Angel were no show, Even though Angel had asked Buffy if she was going to the opening, and she had confirmed she was.

Where were they?

Both Elijah and Angel were called in by the Commander.

"Gentleman, we have a situation in the Pacific. By the first reports by Sunny, you two are the only one who are the most familiar with the new F-14. You are to fly out at 7:00 to the USS Enterprise. You will get all the further details there. Dismissed." - the Commander said.

As they got out of Commander Saltzmann's office, the two officers went to pack the essentials.

"Here we go."- Angel said.

"Yeah"- Elijah just let out.

"So, Y/N/E wrote a good report!? That means that she thinks you're good. So the thing in the class saying that you shouldn't have done the manoeuvre was right. I don't get it." - Angel stated.

"Well, I don't either." - Elijah said.

"Ok. We still got time to go to the bar. For one drink at least -" - Angel now said.

"You go. I'm going to bail." - Elijah said.

"Oh, come on! Don't be a total party breaker." "You'll be with Buffy and I - just -"

"You're telling me that you don't want to see her before we go?! You really cooled on her?!"

Elijah just looked at his friend, but said nothing. And the look said it all. He was far from being cool about Y/N/E.

Angel looked back at Elijah meaning - suit yourself, and got out of the room.

Elijah laid on his bed for a second and then jumped like something had stung him and rushed out, catching up with Angel.

💜❇️

As they got to the bar, they could see that the singing and dancing was on full swing and that everyone was having a great time.

Buffy waved at Angel as she saw them come in. Both of them now went to the bar, where Y/N/E was also sitting.

She and Elijah now just exchanged a hey, with Elijah making a remark about how the place was on fire.

"It's all thanks to Caroline. She is a party Queen." - Y/NE said.

And talking about the party Queen, she now went up to the stage, taking the mic-

"Ok. This is a song I won the 80s karaoke night, which is -  important - for many reasons" - Caroline looked at Enzo with a smile and then continued - "ok- everyone find a partner to dance. It's called Coming Around Again."

She now gestured  Enzo to start the song on the machine. 

      As the song started, Angel put a hand out to Buffy for a dance. Following his act, Elijah did the same. Y/NE took it and thet both now went to what was a huge makeshift dance podium. As Elijah rested his hands on Y/N/E's waist, the brunettes felt like her breathing would stop. She tried hard not to look at hi, cause she was sure her look would betray her.

💟... I know nothing stays the same But if you're willing to play the game It's coming around again So don't mind if I fall apart There's more room in a broken heart

And I believe in love But what else can I do I'm so in love with you

I know nothing stays the same But if you're willing to play the game It's coming around again I know nothing stays the same But if you're willing to play the game It's coming around again

I believe in love What else can I do

I'm so in love with you

Love is coming around again 💟

Y/N/E now got out of Elijah's dance hug and went out of the bar.

                  __________

#Elijah Mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x reader #Elena Gilbert #Fanfiction #angel x buffy #tvd imagine #fanfiction crossover

[mz-morrissey]

Shark Club // Saskatoon, Circle Drive // $9.00 CAD // Vegetarian Friendly*

Shark Club is a chain of seedy sports bars with 12 locations across Canada and with a U.S franchise opening soon in Texas. I’ve never been to a Hooters restaurant and hopefully never will, but if I draw a comparison using my imagination to give you my image of Saskatoon’s Shark Club, it is Canada’s own HootersLite™ - interpret that as you will.

I’ve only ever been to the bar at night and only because it is a convenient stop on the way home from my work on the north side of town. Shark Club Saskatoon is jammed between a Denny’s and a hotel, so god knows how anyone finds the place without knowing it is actually there. I guess in some regards that is kind of cool, I can’t think of any other ‘hidden’ bars in Saskatoon off the top of my head but hell what do I know. 

I’m quite fond of American sports bars and that’s part of what makes Shark Club Saskatoon so sad - it is a shoddy sports bar. Sure, there are a good number of televisions & a decently sized bar, though I’ve only ever sat in the booths. In one corner are pokies machines, if you’re into that. Sadly however, outside of these things and a nicely sized food menu with some decent drink specials here and there, the positives are few are far between. To make matters worse, Shark Club’s positives are all standards when it comes to sports bars and there’s nothing that sets it apart from the pack.

There’s no life nor character in the bar. I’ve come in on different nights and always I am greeted by the same empty feeling, even if it is busier than what seems to be its normal. Saskatoon’s Shark Club is a bit too large for itself and its decor is sterile and lacking. There are no beautiful neon lights and not enough sports memorabilia or art. 

The furniture and tableware is a misguided attempt at minimalist-hipster. The tables feel cheap like balsa-wood and I can’t tell you what colour the walls are - if I had to guess, they are a forgettable dull blue-grey. Before seeing the television, waitresses and menu, one might think it more appropriate for the walls to be armed with meaningless inspirational quotes inside the outlines of abstract shapes drawn with a fountain pen - instead we notice a Slapshot poster resting above our booth as we get up to leave, sitting high above our booth and out of reach of the light.

On to the poutine…

Shark Club Saskatoon’s basic poutine was listed as an appetizer, the $9.00 one I ordered. If you enjoy meat, you can add pulled pork for another $5.00. Tricey.

The serving size was abysmal for the price and felt even smaller than some poutines that I have bought for what seems to be the average $5.00 mark. The curds were tasty but hardly there, as many of them just seemed to be shredded cheese curd rather than actual curd cubes. 

Meanwhile the gravy was acceptable and the fries were actually delicious, I particularly appreciated the green onion topping. The poutine was served in a small pan that was trying to match the ‘minimalist-hipster’ chic that Shark Club Saskatoon was attempting to create. It wasn’t appreciated as the pan just added to the tiny feel of the dish. Ultimately if the serving size was larger (like the size of a main dish) and the curds were more plentiful, then this poutine is tasty enough to justify the price. But without the extra-size it is a complete rip-off. 

Summary

Would I get this poutine again? God no. The only way I’m ever eating Shark Club’s poutine ever again is if my workmates coerce me back there another time and offer to buy me the poutine - you reading this Tyler & Haidz? I would enjoy the poutine in that scenario but otherwise it is WAY too expensive to be ‘just another poutine.’

Pros: + Fries were delicious  + Is poutine + Seemed fresher than fast-food poutine + Green onions were a nice touch + You can order a beer with your poutine

Cons: - The price, too expensive for the serving size - Too few cheese curds - Probably not fresher than fast-food poutine - The price, HOLY JESUS THE PRICE!!! - Not a fan of the venue

Final score: 1/5 cheese curds.

*no literal meat was found this poutine product, however an ingredients list detailing exactly how the cheese curds, gravy or frying oil were made up could not be found - eat with discretion.

#poutine #shark club #saskatoon #yxe #vegetarian

[formerprincess]

What’s always without you?

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: LiamxTheo

Summary: This came to my mind the minute I watched the finale episode. Theo left after the fight in the hospital, claiming to sort some things out for himself. He promised Liam to come back...

“You have absolutely no idea where he is?”

Liam stopped wrapping his lacrosse stick with some tape and looked up, shooting a glare at Corey and Nolan. “Did I stutter?” He asked, brows furrowing in annoyance. “I, Liam Dunbar, have absolutely no idea where Theodore Raeken is at this very moment.” He said solemnly, even going as far to raise one hand in mock pledge. 

“But....” Corey started again and Liam rolled his eyes.  “Okay, stop right there before I start snapping. Theo is out of town, he needed to sort some things out for himself. After the hospital...” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “After what happened at the hospital, after we won and all the adrenaline was out of his system, he realized what happened, okay? So he told me he had to take his time and process it. Alone. On his own.”

Liam remembered the talk when Theo showed up at his house in the early morning hours. He had seen a shocked eighteen-year-old boy, visibly shaken up by the events, had seen the impact his ability to take Gabe’s pain had left on Theo and Liam had felt sorry. Theo was completely overwhelmed, they all were, but Theo was suddenly faced with the possibility of him being redeemed. He had told Liam the knowledge of him caring enough to take pain was just so new and overbearing, he almost felt as if was rushing over him and he couldn’t think straight. Since Liam freed him, Theo had worked on redeeming himself and now that he had managed to do just that, the chimera had no idea what was in for him now. What was about to come, what he wanted, what he wanted to achieve. 

That’s why he left town. To clear his head without being constantly surrounded by memories. Liam could understand that. It’s what he told Theo, trying very hard to be brave and supportive of his friend. Because Theo was just that, okay? His friend. They went through all this and the older risked his ass for Liam several times, it was safe to say they were past the alley stage and right in the middle of friendship. Liam liked having Theo around and the other leaving had been hard for him but he tried to disguise it. Theo had noticed anyway, of course he did, and his reaction had been equally surprising as it had been welcome: He had pulled Liam in a hug. Theo Raken had pulled him, Liam Dunbar, in a hug, a very tight hug to say the least, and Liam had clung to him too. “Hey, I’m not leaving forever. I will be coming back, I promise.” Theo had muttered and Liam swallowed before he nodded. “I knew.” He had uttered back and squeezed Theo one last time before they parted, the older boy got in his truck, and drove away.

“He will return one day, he promised.” Liam now repeated for what felt the millionth time. He really didn’t get why Corey and Nolan were on his case about that so much. “You miss him, don’t you?” Nolan asked, squeezing Liam’s shoulder in a comforting gesture. “Well, of course, I do. He’s my friend.” And yeah he had thought Theo would at least message him every once in a while to let Liam know he was still alive. But since Theo left three months ago, radio silence. Okay, Liam could work with that. 

He wouldn’t text Theo and make it seem like he was a worried mother hen. Theo was old enough and strong enough to look out for himself. No matter if Monroe and her army were still out there, Theo was smart and cunning. Liam wouldn’t think about all the negative things that could have happened and he sure as hell wouldn’t think about Theo enjoying his life somewhere else because that would only make him feel something he forbade himself from exploring any further. This undefined feeling was enough to make him feel strange, no need to explore this any further. 

Scrambling to his feet Liam stuffed his things in his locker and changed into his street clothes. “Uhm, yeah, do you guys want to hang out at the Diner? I’m craving a good bacon burger if I’m being honest.” Everything as long as he didn’t have to dwell on the feeling images of Theo being happy somewhere else with someone else. 

Nolan and Corey obviously decided they would let it slide for now because they also gathered their things and together the three friends left the locker room and shortly after the school. “Mason’s still with Deaton and learning all about the supernatural?” Nolan asked Corey who nodded.  “I’m sure he will join us for burgers though. Who says no to that?” He laughed and Liam had to agree. The burgers in the Diner not far from school were too delicious to stay away.” “We should go there more o....” He wanted to suggest but something in front of him made him cut himself off abruptly. 

Because there, just a few feet away from them, stood Theo Raeken. Hair a bit longer than last time Liam saw him but just as perfectly styled as always and looking as neat as he always did (even when he had been homeless), stood the one person Liam had missed more than anybody else. And that said something, giving most of his friends were at college or out of town. But Theo, Theo had left a special empty spot in Liam’s life and his heart too. 

And all of sudden he was back again, smiling softly at Liam. 

“Hey.” Theo greeted and that voice made Liam drop his bag. He was here, Theo was really here. He was back, just like he had promised Liam months ago. Liam felt a big smile spread over his whole face and he moved towards Theo, telling himself to keep his dignity and not jump his returned friend.

***

“He jumped him.”, Nolan said later. “Talking full on running towards him, lunching at Theo and hugging him tightly here.” “And Theo didn’t drop him. He staggered a few steps back but he didn’t drop Liam.” Corey chimed in and Liam blushed, much to the chagrin of his friend’s. Mason chuckled at his best friend reaction. “I didn’t jump him!” Liam tried to defend himself. “You had your legs wrapped around him! Liam, you basically turned into a koala right then and there.” Nolan laughed. “But Corey has a point too, Theo never stopped holding you. Nope, he hugged back actually.” “Really?” Mason asked gleefully and Liam groaned, resting his forehead against the table. 

He had really tried to keep his calm but having Theo stand there, smile at him and having him talk to Liam made Liam realized how badly he actually missed the older boy. So he had started running and yes, unfortunately, jumped Theo. He could still hear the chimera’s surprised laugh in his ear but then Theo had wrapped his arms around Liam and kept him from falling flat on his ass. It had given Liam a strange sense of protection, the one he always felt around Theo. Theo would never let him get hurt, one way or another.

Feeling somebody slide next to him in the booth as well as the delicious smell of onion rings made Liam’s head snap up again. Theo had settled on the table as well, bringing a plate full of onion rings with him,

“You hate those!” Liam exclaimed and Theo shrugged, snatching a few fries from Liam’s plate. 

“And you love them. Figured you would like it.” He made a hand motion towards the plate, offering some to Nolan, Mason, and Corey too. His arm slung over the backrest of the booth and Liam caught himself asking if the way Theo’s hand stroke over his back while doing so was just an accident of desired. He blushed against and snatched two onion rings which he quickly devoured. They were the best in town.

“How have you been?” Corey now asked Theo and Theo shrugged. “I’ve been driving around, visited a few towns and cleared my head. Was a lot to take in.” “Did you manage to sort your thoughts?” Mason asked. Theo nodded. “Yeah, mostly. I know what I want to do now, what I want to have and achieve.”  “That’s great.” Mason smiled at the oldest of the group and Theo nodded his head with a small smile. “It is.”

Liam meanwhile acted like nothing was off but he felt the way Theo’s thumb stroke forms on his back while he talked. It was a casual move but it made something in Liam stir again. Was Theo doing this on purpose or was he just too focused on the talk to notice?

“What were you talking about?” Theo asked curiously and Liam groaned once more when Mason, Corey, and Nolan turned towards him with shit-eating grins on their faces.  “About the way Liam suddenly turned into a koala instead a werewolf and clung to you.” Corey snickered and really, Liam loved his friends, but right now he wanted to strangle them! “And how you didn’t drop him. Something we actually expected.” Theo chuckled. “I saved Liam’s ass so many times, I’m used to sudden actions from him. This wasn’t as surprising as you would like to think.”  Liam had to bite back as gasp because now he felt Theo’s whole hand slowly stroking over his back, softly stroking his skin through the fabric of his shirt, and had the chimera’s hand always been this hot? Liam felt like it was burning a hole in his clothing. And it was definitively not an accident that Theo was stroking his back, that was for sure!

“You’re an idiot!” He choked out and grabbed his coke to take a large gulp. That way he didn’t need to talk or look at Theo. And it hopefully cooled him down enough so he wasn’t as blushing as much as he felt himself doing. His cheeks were literally burning. 

***

“I missed you, you know?” Liam said when they were driving home. Theo chuckled softly and stopped his car in the driveway of the Dunbar-Geyer house.

“Your greeting gave that away, believe me.” 

Liam sighed and rolled his eyes. “And I’m outta here.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and the opened the passenger door. “Welcome home, Theo.” He said with one last look at his friend, offering a soft smile. Theo returned the smile with one of his own and Liam left the car, slamming the door shut. One last wave to Theo and he made his way to the front door but on his way his steps haltered, thoughts running around like crazy in his head.

He was so happy Theo was back, back where he belonged. Beacon Hills. Liam. Liam didn’t know when he had started to see it that way but now it was crystal clear to him: Theo belonged with him and he didn't want him to leave ever again. Not without Liam at least. His longing for the older had gotten stronger with every day Theo had not been there and suddenly Liam found it impossible to ignore the undefined feeling in his stomach any longer. Not when every touch from Theo felt like fire.

Spinning around he was chasing after the car, good thing Theo was just slowly pulling out of the driveway. When he saw Liam running towards him, he stopped altogether, winding down his window. “Liam? What’s wrong?”

“I forget something!” Liam called out and Theo frowned.

“What did you forget? Your bag is right on your shoulder.” 

But Liam didn’t waste any more time with long explanations, instead, he opened the door to the driver seat, grabbed Theo by the collar of his shirt, and yanked him into a kiss. His heart was running a mile per minute, thundering against his ribcage, and when Theo didn’t respond he was about to pull away and start apologizing; but suddenly there was a hand on his cheek and Theo moved his lips, kissing back with equal fervor. 

How long they stood there and kissed, Liam didn’t know, all sense of time completely forgotten, but when they eventually did, Liam leaned his forehead against Theo’s. “I can't let you go ever again. At first, I just missed you as a friend but then I realized...I realized there is something else you suddenly you’re back and you’re holding me and you’re making me feel safe and the feeling I have intensified and your hand feel like fire and please, tell me it makes sense what I’m babbling!”

Theo laughed softly. “I get what you’re trying to say. And before you even ask, I felt something similar.” He looked down and laced their fingers together. “While I was away I tried to sort some things out and after a while, it always came back to you. You were the one pulling me back, you were there, it was always you. I said I wouldn’t die for you but that’s a lie. If it means keeping you safe and sound, I would basically do anything.”

“Don’t say that! Because if you die then....then we can’t kiss again. Oh god, if you want to kiss again I mean. Didn’t want to assume. You have....” Theo cut him off with another kiss, softer this time and Liam felt himself smile into the kiss.

“Breathe, Liam. I would love to continue kissing you. As often as you want. I like kissing you. Just as much as I like you” He smiled softly and Liam found himself thinking how much he loved this look on Theo’s face.

“I like it too. And you. Can we figure this out, like together? And now just as friends?”

Theo nodded and squeezed Liam’s hand. “Together sounds great to me.”

Liam kissed him once more and then cleared his throat. “Well, you're back but I don’t think you already got yourself a place yet? We have a guest room and in case you don’t like it, my bed is big enough for two.” He invited Theo with a smirk. The chimera’s eyes widened slightly but then he grinned and was faster out of the car as one would think, one arm slung around Liam’s shoulders while they walked towards the front door.

#thiam #My writing #I know have the desire for a smutty part 2 of this oh my

[dwestfieldblog]

UNNECESSARY WORDS

Unwanted advice, cautionary tales and Strange things in different systems....

Good evening...but I'll soon change all that...This is a song of hope....hope you like it... (Arf arf arf, etc)... get ready to learn the answer to the famous Zen koan: 'What is the sound of no audience clapping?' A living joke, well worth the price of submission, er admission. It's only a stage on the journey. I know why the bird cage sings....19 new songs (82 minutes) with all lyrics and tracks, recorded over 25 hours (so far...There is afierce savage joy in having an idea from nowhere and manifesting it almost complete within a day or even ten minutes after writing it. Almost like magick. The heart wants what it needs. And I WANT.

Surfing high on a crest of pure Gonzo adrenalin, anticipating the wipe out....'Discipline, discipline, we need some discipline in here'....Too right... Just on the off chance.....Voiding the Subject, ha ha....fire of the heart. Blessed Be. Amen, ahem.

In Prague this month (end of April) the next Million Marijuana March...arf again... A march?? A loopy shuffle perhaps. 'What do we want?'  Errrr... Cakes and chocolate? When do we want it?  Giggle giggle giggle.... Why are we here?  Oh, wow..... wow..... Ohhhhh...... err... what? Legalize it, you know it makes sensimilla. Bonfires on the lawn...Yum yum.... Psyche-delicious. Try three glasses of dark ginseng wine with fine powdered October mushrooms and a certain deep breathing exercise for a minute. The aeons open, time dilates and cries: 'Use your teeth!'.

'It never got weird enough for me'. (Hunter S Thompson.) 'Virgin Mary was tired, so tired'... of all the vanilla guerillas and the weekend warriors. Either go away or go all the way...(as Grace Slick used to sing). This wouldinclude rebelling against your own self, you weakling plastic amateurs. 'Persistence is all'. Crocodile tears from 'Onion Peelings'. The wolf is outside the door and has the key...and Satan will save your soul...for his private collection. But the devil has all the good tunes eh?

Anyway...God blessed Dr Eric Pearl by gifting him with The Reconnection. Precious few 'healers' deserve to be rich. Conduits all.... Hmm.. 'I think if you have therapy, it can have the effect of making you less productive but more creative'. John Cleese.  'What I like about laughter is that when people laugh, they can have new ideas' Dalai Lama from the same interview.

Some recent heart melting moments walking around in Spring rain, watching little creatures in small boots... one small boy, holding his grandfather's hand, scientifically stamping his foot in puddles. Or a girl alone alone, sitting thinking in waterproofs outside a circle of her schoolmates at a bus stop. I still deeply regret not having had a child of my 'own'. The Easter Oestrogen kicking in. Deep sigh. Too late old one, the end of your line of DNA. A good thing too... But the sadness hurts. It hurts and pain makes me angry. Wounded and damaged... go for a walk in the woods, lie down and die eh? Good to have a backup exit plan.

Meanwhile, some real news... Erdgogan the Turkish gargoyle assumes complete control, anyone with a mind and heart of their own over there is going to have even more serious problems from now. Cracks me up with a pure evil delight that the good folk of England, seeking to stem the brown flow of refugees from Muslim countries have now signed a contract with Turkey, part of which hinges on lifting the need for visas for their citizens to travel to the U.K. Meaning...yes, you get it....

NEVER trust the mass, NEVER follow them...or those with a cult of personality. Follow yourself. When making mistakes, make sure that they are your OWN mistakes. Speaking of which...

Early election in England. Ho Hum. A mandate for bloody Brexit. As said last month, one of the main reasons I am against it (other than the immense gullibility of the masses who have allowed their emotions to manipulated by opportunists who could not give a flying one for their country (note for English students, the expression is'not to give a flying f**k, meaning not to care at all.) is that 'we' are doing more and more BAD deals with scum swine to make up for the debt paying and coming shortfalls in revenue etc. Not just with Duck Fart and the Gargoyle but with Saudi Arabia too...last year, they were elected to the UN Human Rights Council. Think about that for less than ten seconds and cry a little inside. A country who refuse to evendiscuss their Rights record with anyone.

Speaking of which again...North Korea blah blah, let's hope China can bitch slap some sense into that pudding boy before the missiles start. Be a good test of their famous on-line capabilities if they could disarm all Kim Wrong Un's weapons before they can be fired.

Nationalism and xenophobia being encouraged and pushed along down the danger roads... Europe swells a little more each month with pregnant fascism. Notice how much Putin is smiling in photographs in the last few years? Cover his face and read his eyes. The master agitator.

Meanwhile, back again closer to home with the poor little middle aged ghost boy... the cold turkey is freezing me out...Trying to rail against all of my negative addictions at the same time, not because I enjoy suffering but because I demand to be a control freak of what I can be. Being controlled by that which I cannot/ do not really want to stop doing is not a good way forward for long. Many things are not a useful distraction. Sooner or later, physical control is taken away from us and all we are left with is our Inner Will. Spirit itself cannot be broken but the mind which believes in it, can.

 I surrendered to music decades ago. Give yourself to that which you consider beautiful.But fuck, the darker sides are sexy eh? Inhale the ether and pick up a quill pen by candlelight.

 Certain things should NEVER be mixed (would you like a list?) My recent alchemy was more twisted than I am. Throw caution to the winds but don't be surprised when it blows back (or up) in your face. Be certain of your chemical sources and never ignore the warnings written in memory. Just change the prescription and the scenery. And never get involved with crazy people unless your sense of fascination and love is stronger than the fear and doubt... And blackouts do not count as sleep. When the mind feels like rotating helicopter blades, the heart like a celestial lighthouse and the synaesthesia takes over again, channel the mania or fall.

Everyone is an artist, an architect, an engineer on the astral, aware of it or not. The imprints shift in waves, the waves shift an imprint and the accumulation constructs a reality for similar minded/vibrating types to visit. Heaven and Hell are self fulfilling prophecies, states of existence in dimensions of fluid Light. Once yet again, for the 23rd time, the map is not the territory. Frequencies resonate....

Pretended ignorance is no defence. Unless one is truly a moron. Hello friends! Lack of knowledge of the basics is a dire weakness after a certain age, all else is lie.  A meeting mask to mask. Un-censor yourself. Be real. Arf.

Occasionally though, you meet one of those whose level of intellect just makes them arrogant. At that point you start to think that various despots had the right idea...

Can't seem to stop writing 'songs' (he says, thus removing the blessing) The Westfields have been fallow for two or more years of desolation, seedless, drained, barren and now the whole damn farm is fecund and raring to go...it will all end in tears of one kind or another. Haven't bled for two weeks, so that must be good eh? Unless all the solid blood is now inching its way to my heart or brain. ...................................................................................(One day later I bleed onto a handwritten song I spent some hours on, rendering half of it illegible forever. Looked good though. A couple of weeks ago, I sent an sms saying 'I feel amazing' ... a couple of hours after that, had collapsed on a park bench and then blacked out in the bathroom. Dave, STOP tempting fate. Grow up boy. Who in time and space do you think you are? A drop inside the reservoir...

Studio fun...trying to play the piano...forget it...the well tempered klavir meets the bad tempered pianist. Perhaps better to stop trying and just play it. If I could actually write music I wouldn't go to bed until I collapsed. Why sleep? Way too many fans and critics seem to believe that musicians et al take drugs as mere recreation. The majority of musicians take drugs to be able to WORK, stay awake to record a thousand ideas, chase a riff, a sequence, a verse, play gigs, travel in crap vans, on crap buses, unwashed with permanent red eyes and aching bodies...and more drugs to make sure they get some sleep when too much adrenalin is still burning. Some of them take drugs to 'escape' themselves but this often has the effect of being surrounded by mirrors of the inner self. Which can lead to pure horror.

Still, stretching the perception is always useful. Up to a point. Of no return. All together now... 'We cross the Rubicon'....' Serenity is a problem when you get this close to Heaven'....Still in Coilworld two months later and loving it...'out of light cometh darkness'...

Next female T shirt seen in Prague (after the 'Special/Unicorn'one last month...'Change doesn't scare me...staying the same Does'....and a third girl wearing 'Goodnight Male Pride':-)

An hour ago (and sober/straight) I laughed so hard about Hairy Pothead and the Philosophers Stoned that I triggered yet another nose bleed, my own thought police won't even let me laugh now. ARF. Cynics often sound like realists but they really aren't. Never trust a cynic. And never trust anyone who says 'Don't trust anyone'. Get pissed, destroy? Get kissed beneath a May tree and ignore the news,read the energies...

Next batch of answers to my random sms... 'What advice would you give to ANYONE in the world'?  Been sending these to all ages and sexes....

Don't Lie 

Do things you will not regret

Look for your Honour

BeHappy.**************************************

And don't forget kids: 'Eternal damnation and suffering await all those who question God's infinite Love'. So sayeth Bill Hicks.

A ladder up to the stars, the old Tree of Life

Follow the flow of theheart

Spheres they will open by Grail and by Knife

The snake sends you back to the start....           (DW)