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TEACH ME PT.3 | TRAVIS KELCE

a/n : The third part of Teach Me is finally here. Sorry for the wait, I was done but decided to rewrite it because I wasn't satisfied with the result. Hope you like it 🙏🏼 Enjoy!

Warnings: None, some fluff aand flirt, first date with Travis

Words: 2,560

Pairing: Travis Kelce x Reader

Part 2

TEACH ME PART 3 | TRAVIS KELCE

The next morning, you woke up feeling content and excited. You had spent the rest of the night with Camille, in your pyjamas, doing skincare, watching movies and daydreaming about Ryan Gosling in the Notebook.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee welcomed you the moment you stepped into the kitchen. You best friend was pouring herself a cup when she saw you come in.

‘’Coffee?’’ she asked you, raising the coffee pot in the air.

‘’Is that even a question?’’ you said, looking at her like she grew three heads. She giggled as you sat down at the kitchen island. She poured you a mug as you looked through your phone, noticing an unread text message from an unknown number. You smiled and blushed as you opened it.

I had a lot of fun yesterday ☺️

A picture was attached to the message. Wyatt was in her uncle’s arms, as you laughed loudly at something she said, Travis looking at you with a big grin.

‘’What are you smiling about?’’ Camille interrupted you, leaning over your shoulder and looking at your screen as she dropped a mug in front of you. ‘’Ouh … would you look at that’’ she said taking your cellphone from your hands as she examined every detail shown in the picture.

After a few seconds, you snatched it back, giggling at the way she looked at you with big eyes. ‘’What?’’, ‘’ Girl, have you seen the way he looks at you? He’s obsessed.’’ Your faced became even more red than it already was.

‘’Are you going to stand here and look at your phone all day or are you going to answer back?’’ she continued nudging you, smirking as you rolled your eyes at her. Your phone buzzed again.

It’s Travis by the way.

You giggled before replying.

Thank you for clarifying, I couldn’t really tell by the picture 😜

Your phone started ringing indicating a call.

Incoming Call – Travis Kelce

You panicked for a second, showing your screen to Camille before she hurried you to pick up and talk to him. ‘’Hi’’ ‘’Hey… that wasn’t very clever of me, was it?’’ he asked scratching his head, slightly embarrassed. You giggled at his question before he talked again. ‘’So, how did you sleep?’’

‘’Pretty good actually, thanks for asking, what about you?’’ ‘’I slept okay… you know, I really had fun yesterday and I meant what I said Y/N, I would really like to take you out soon.’’ You smiled and walked towards the living room to get a little bit more privacy.

‘’Perhaps tomorrow night, if you’re free.’’ You blushed. ‘’Tomorrow works for me.’’

‘’Great’’ he exclaimed loudly, fist pumping in the air. You couldn’t see him but just by the tone of his voice you just knew he was excited. “Uhm, I’ll pick you up at 7’’ you discussed a little more before you gave him your address and said your goodbyes.

As you came back into the kitchen, Camille put her phone down quickly, focusing entirely on you with eager eyes. ‘’And, what did he say?’’ she asked as you sat down facing her, sipping on your coffee. ‘’We are going out tomorrow night’’ you said shrugging your shoulders like it was nothing.

‘’Ahhhhhhh’’ she screamed with excitement ‘’My best friend is going out on a date with a hot professional football player’’ she said dancing around you, making you laugh. ‘’I’m trying to stay calm and collected but I’m nervous as hell.’’ You stated.

You, going out with Travis would be the first date you’d be going on since breaking up with Christopher a few months ago. You were excited because you could feel the connection you had with Travis, but you couldn’t help but to freak out. He was famous, girls were throwing themselves at him, tabloids would be making rumors and publicizing everything he did. Going on dates with him and maybe developing a relationship of some sort would mean you’d have to accept his lifestyle and accept to be a part of it.

In contrast, your life remained quite uneventful. After graduating, you pursued a career as a preschool teacher. Although you occasionally socialized with friends, your life was predominantly marked by its tranquility.

During your younger years, spontaneity defined your character, but being in a relationship with Christopher necessitated a shift. Christopher's finance job revolved around meticulous planning, and he was a dedicated organizer. It became unusual for the two of you to engage in spontaneous outings or unplanned trips; everything adhered to a pre-established agenda.

You adapted to this routine, although it never truly brought you much satisfaction. Becoming his girlfriend changed you. You had become quieter, and organisation and planning were now a part of your daily life.

‘’Should we go shopping to find you a new outfit?’’ Camille asked, wiggling her eyebrows making you laugh. ‘’I wouldn’t even know what to shop for, I have no idea what he has planned or where we are going.’’ You responded not knowing what to except from your date.

Later that day you ended up going to the mall, browsing to find an appropriate outfit for your evening with Travis. Camille wanted to stop by Victoria Secret on your way out because they had a sale going on.

Your eyes danced around the store, looking around at all the different color garment. You picked up a cute 2-piece red set and showed it to your friend.

‘’What do you think of this one?’’ You asked placing it in front of you. Camille smirked at you ‘’I’m sure Travis will love it’’ you chuckled, shoving her as she giggled back at you.

‘’As if I was sleeping with him tomorrow.’’ ‘’I mean, have you seen him? I wouldn’t blame you.’’ She exclaimed before moving towards other gondolas as she continued shopping for herself. You waited for her by the cash as she paid for her items.

After she was done, she came towards you, and she handed you a small black and pink bag. ‘’What is this?’’ ‘’A gift’’ you looked inside the bag seeing the red two-piece lace set that you had your eyes on earlier.

‘’Just don’t forget to mention my contribution to your relationship in you guys’ wedding speech.’’ She winked before running slowly towards the exit, laughing as you rolled your eyes blushing.

The next day passed by pretty fast and soon enough you were getting ready for your date with Travis. You looked at the clock and realised he would be there any minute. You applied the last touch of lip gloss on your lips before you heard a knock on the door. You stared at yourself in the mirror and took one last look before walking towards the entry way. You took a deep breath and opened the door.

There stood Travis, looking handsome as ever, a single red rose in his hand as he looked up at you, smiling.

‘’Hi’’

‘’Hi’’ you gave him a small smile in return. ‘’This is for you’’ he said handing you the flower before you smelled it, blushing at the nice gesture. You thanked him and invited him inside while you fetched a small vase for your rose. You grabbed your coat and your purse before meeting him back and front.

As you stepped inside, the soft hum of conversation surrounded you. The hostess greeted you with a warm smile and led you to your table in a quiet and more private corner. Travis pulled out your chair with a grace that belied his powerful frame. You talked casually before Travis ordered some wine and you both ordered some food.

As the evening wore on, your conversation shifted to more personal matters. You talked about your families, your childhoods, and the moments that had shaped you into the people you had become.

"So, what's one thing about you that not many people know?" Travis asked, genuine curiosity in his eyes.

You took a moment to think, then smiled. "Well, I have a secret passion for old black-and-white movies. There's something about the nostalgia and the storytelling that just draws me in."

His eyes lit up with intrigue. "Really? That's unexpected, but incredibly charming. Any favorites?"

You leaned forward, eager to share. "Casablanca, definitely. The way they captured the complexities of love and sacrifice... it's just timeless."

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I'll have to give it a watch. It sounds like a movie that could teach a guy a thing or two about love." He said looking at you with a small smirk while you blushed lightly.

As the night deepened, you touched on dreams and aspirations. Travis spoke of his desire to give back to his community, to make a difference beyond the football field. It was inspiring to see this side of him, the man behind the athlete.

"And what about you?" he asked, his gaze steady. "What's something you've always wanted to achieve?"

You took a moment to gather your thoughts. "I've always had this dream of opening a community center for underprivileged kids. A place where they can learn, grow, and discover their potential."

He looked at you, a mixture of admiration and respect in his eyes. "That's amazing. I have no doubt you'd make a huge impact on those kids' lives. I mean you already do, I can see it with Wyatt" he continued as you smiled and blushed.

After excusing yourself to visit the restroom, you made your way back to your table, the soft glow of the restaurant enveloping your figure. As you approached, a heartwarming sight unfolded before your eyes.

There stood Travis, a towering figure of kindness and humility, crouched down to meet the eye level of a young fan who couldn't have been more than seven or eight. The child's eyes sparkled with pure delight as he clutched what looked like to be a jersey, beaming from ear to ear.

Without missing a beat, Travis leaned in for a picture, their faces alight with shared enthusiasm. The child's guardian, a beaming parent, snapped the photo, capturing a moment that would undoubtedly become a cherished memory.

Your heart swelled with admiration as you watched him interact with the young fan. He treated the boy with a kindness and genuine affection that spoke volumes about his character. It was clear that he understood the impact he could have on young lives, and he embraced that responsibility with grace.

As they finished up, the child's beaming smile remained, and he gave Travis a heartfelt hug, which was reciprocated with equal warmth. They exchanged a few words, and the child left, practically floating on air, clutching the signed football jersey as if it were a priceless treasure.

As Travis turned to head back to your table, his eyes met yours, and his face lit up with a mixture of joy and pride. You couldn't help but be moved by the scene before you. Here was a man whose heart was as big as his presence on the field, someone who understood the impact he could have on those who looked up to him.

He joined you at the table, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Sorry about that. I couldn't resist when I saw that little guy's face light up."

You smiled back, your heart still full from the touching moment. "No need to apologize. It was beautiful to see."

He nodded, a glint of gratitude in his eyes. "It's moments like these that remind me why I do what I do."

And in that instant, you knew you were witnessing something special. Not just the heartwarming encounter with the young fan, but the genuine, kind-hearted man sitting across from you. It was a reminder that behind the glitz and glamour of his profession, Travis was a person who cared deeply about making a positive impact in the world. It was a quality that made you even more grateful to be getting to know him on this special evening.

As you sipped your wine, a mischievous glint danced in Travis's eyes. "You know," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone, "I've been told that sharing dessert is a great way to test compatibility."

You leaned in, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Is that so? Well, I wouldn't want to jeopardize our compatibility, now would I?"

He chuckled, his gaze lingering on yours. "Then I guess we'll have to order something sinfully decadent."

"Agreed," You said, your heart doing a little somersault. "After all, we wouldn't want to leave anything to chance."

As the waiter approached, Travis turned his attention to the menu, a twinkle of mischief still in his eyes. "I think we'll take the chocolate lava cake. And two spoons, please."

The waiter nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Excellent choice."

As soon as the dessert arrived, Travis looked at you with feigned innocence. "Shall we put this compatibility theory to the test?"

You picked up your spoon, meeting his gaze with a playful glint of your own. "Let's find out, shall we?"

You each took a bite, savoring the rich, velvety sweetness. Your eyes locked, and a shared laughter bubbled up between you. It was a delicious game of playful flirtation, and you were thoroughly enjoying every moment.

Your conversation shifted to lighter topics, and you shared stories about your favorite travel destinations and memorable experiences. With every word, it became clearer that you both were kindred spirits, sharing a sense of adventure and a zest for life.

You were both becoming more comfortable, and your conversation took a flirty turn. You playfully teased Travis about some of the extravagant vacations he'd been on, and he responded with charming anecdotes and witty comebacks.

"You certainly know how to live the good life, Travis. I'm impressed," You said, feigning astonishment.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, I might know my way around the football field, but I'm still figuring this whole 'impressing someone on a date' thing out."

You laughed, feeling your cheeks flush. "You're doing just fine, trust me."

The waiter returned to clear your plates and placed the bill on the table. You reached out to grab it, but Travis had faster hands. ‘’I got it, if I remember correctly, I invited you tonight, didn’t I? ‘’ ‘’You did, I really appreciate it, thank you.’’ You said with a smile.

As you guys stepped out of the restaurant, the cool night air felt invigorating against your skin. The cityscape stretched before you, a tapestry of lights and life. Travis slipped his hand into yours, your eyes meeting, his touch warm and reassuring, as you strolled along the bustling streets.

As you walked, your fingers intertwined, a subtle electricity passed between the both of you, a silent acknowledgment of the connection you were forging. It was a sweet and tender moment, a sign of the intimacy that was blossoming between you.

As you passed a lively bar, the sounds of laughter and music spilled out onto the sidewalk. A small group of intoxicated man were chatting outside when a voice caught your attention.

‘’Y/N?’’ Your heart skipped a beat as you locked eyes with him. Standing there, slightly swaying, was Christopher, your ex-fiancé, a figure from a chapter of your life you thought was firmly closed.

To Be Continued

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the-modern-typewriter · 10 months

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The Art of Turning 30

“So, am I allowed to talk?” Annabelle gave an awkward little laugh, that she immediately wanted to stuff back into her mouth. “I’ve never done this before!”

“You can talk.” Julian flashed her a quick, reassuring smile. “At least until I tell you not to.”

They both laughed, then. Julian’s laugh was not awkward.

It was six months until her thirtieth birthday.

She had met him at her girlfriend Camille’s twenty-ninth birthday party, a few weeks ago, only to be surprised that they’d somehow never crossed paths before. London was big, but it wasn’t that big surely, and Julian was an artist.

Annabelle felt like she spent half her free time at artsy bohemian parties and amateur gallery openings, though maybe that was why. He wasn’t an amateur, was he?

She’d looked him up online after and seen several shining reviews of his first exhibition, and a rosy buzz of anticipation at what he’d do next.

She remembered that buzz. People used to get that buzz when they talked about her. Apparently, his work was ‘visceral’ and ‘felt startlingly alive’.

It seemed impossible that he wanted to paint her, of all people.

Annabelle shifted on the stool, glancing around Julian’s studio space as he finished setting up his easel and paints. Oils. He’d said he was using oils. That mattered in painting, didn’t it?

The studio was everything she’d always imagined a professional artist’s studio to be. It was quite large, with clean wooden floors and white walls crowded with stacks of sheet-covered canvases in progress.

There was only one that was ready and visible; a painting of a beautiful blond man, probably nearing thirty too, lounging on the same stool that Annabelle was perched upon. He gazed out at the viewer with a hungry sort of hope. Like they were the best thing he had ever seen.

The studio smelled like drying paint and the sandalwood diffuser wafting its calming scent from the window sill. Sunlight coated the room like honey, or gold.

“You’re not going to make me look ugly, are you?” she asked.

He smiled again, meeting her eyes. “I couldn’t possibly.”

He probably flirted with all of his models, but she still felt a blush of heat rise to her face.

He looked like he could be in a painting, or one of those classical sculptures still concerned with archetypal ideals of beauty. Of course, she was with Camille, so nothing would happen…but still. The attention made her heart pound. Camille was usually too tired from work to flirt with her anymore.

Annabelle wasn’t sure how good she’d be at seeing a painting of herself that she hated, and not letting it show on her face. She’d probably tear up. It would be embarrassing for both of them. She shifted on the stool once more, and tugged at the hem of her summer dress.

“This is for your next exhibition?”

“I think I’m going to call it ‘The Art of Turning 30’.”

“Explains why I’m your muse instead of some gorgeous twenty two year old ingenue.” She laughed again. He did not. She continued, even as she willed herself to stop babbling, because he wasn’t looking at her with the expectation that she do anything. He plucked up a pencil, beginning his work. “It’s like, when you’re a woman, after you turn thirty your life is over, right? It’s like with my acting. And then by the time you’re forty all of a sudden all you can possibly be is, like, a mother or a witch. Or, you know, the dead wife. It’s all downhill.”

“You wouldn’t want to be a witch?” He raised a brow. “They always seemed pretty powerful to me. I could see you as a witch.”

“But do you know what I mean?”

“Can you turn your head a little the left, please?”

“What? Oh. Yes.”

She turned her head to the side, towards the window, and hoped the sunshine made her seem younger rather than highlighting every growing crag and wrinkle.

She could only watch him out of her periphery vision now; a wistful muse, seemingly unaware that she was being observed. She tried to look deep and mysterious.

“Perfect,” he said. “Thanks. You’re just perfect.”

The canvas of the blond man fell to the floor with a soft thump.

Annabelle jumped.

“Sorry.” Julian shook his head, another easy laugh on his breath. “The landlord never lets me put proper hangings on the wall here. Says it wrecks them. I guess so long as they don’t do that at the exhibition?”

“I don’t know, you could probably play it off as a stunt…lean into the photorealism.”

“Now, there’s an idea. Genius.”

She probably didn’t look deep and mysterious. She probably just looked smitten.

***

She sat for Julian three times a week for the next several months.

It became a pocket of peace in her life, the hours when it was okay to finally stop and be for a while, because everything else seemed to be hurtling through her fingers faster than she could clutch hold of it.

She’d always imagined that she would be a successful, or at least up-and-coming, actress and screenwriter by the time she turned thirty.

Sure, women only made up around 30% of the directors or writers behind the camera, but back in school everyone always said that maybe she’d be the one to change that. She wasn’t entirely sure when they stopped saying it, but they had.

It was three months until her thirtieth birthday.

“Here.” Julian caught hold of her chin, featherlight, angling her back towards the sun. The days were getting shorter. Time was running out for them both. “You were like this.”

She had got in the habit of always sitting a little wrong, because he’d always adjust her, oh so careful and attentive, like she was his masterpiece.

She would have probably preferred to be her own masterpiece, but being his seemed like the second best option. She could practically feel the ghosts of forgotten, underappreciated female muses-past screaming at her that no, it was always better to be somebody than someone’s, but frankly she wasn’t sure she could be picky.

She’d been getting less and less call backs, and was starting to feel more like she was a part-time waitress dabbling at film than a part-time actress-filmmaker working hours in hospitality to make ends meet.

It was like a window was closing. Her window. That morning she’d found an honest to the devil grey hair on her head!

Camille told her that she was being ridiculous – that she’d become increasingly vain since Julian started painting her.

Annabelle had snapped back that vanity wasn’t vanity for an actress. Her looks were her currency.

It hadn’t always been so hard, had it?

All in all, it didn’t seem like a sin to let him touch her. It was nice to be touched. There was nothing untoward in that.

She peeked up at Julian, standing over her, his star ever on the rise. Their stares met again. He smiled that quick, reassuring smile of his.

“You look tired,” he said softly.

“Sorry.”

“No, no.” He widened his eyes. “I didn’t mean—” he huffed gently, and let go of her. “I haven’t got to your mouth yet. If you want to talk about it.”

Annabelle grinned back before she could stop herself.

It had become a standing joke. She sometimes felt she spent their whole time together talking about herself, but he always said it was interesting and made the hours fly. He was a very good listener.

More privately, she sometimes suspected that he was leaving her mouth for last just so they could continue chatting, but she wasn’t allowed to see the painting to check. The thought was thrilling though.

“It’s nothing,” she said, even if she already knew she’d probably tell him everything on her mind. “I don’t know.”

What would she do when the painting was done? She’d see him at his exhibition opening, probably, but there would hardly be a reason for them spend time together like they did when she was sitting for her portrait.

Maybe it was silly to consider him one of her friends. She’d miss it, though. She’d miss him.

Maybe he’d want to do another one of her, but who was she kidding? Maybe in ten years, when he did a gimmicky but charming follow up. The Art of Turning 40: Where Are They Now?

What did he know about turning thirty anyway? He couldn’t be more than twenty-five. He had loads of time.

“There’s an intimacy,” he murmured, “to painting someone. Especially like this, in the old fashioned way. A lot of people use photographs and quick studies because they’re more convenient and you don’t have to catch the right light, you know? But I love it.” The air filled with their breathing, and the soothing dab of his paint brushes on his palette, mixing up the colours of her. “You really get to know people this way. It adds soul to the work. It’s magic.”

She felt, more than saw, his gaze cut over her again. Her blood was electric beneath his scrutiny.

He continued, softly.

“I knew from the moment we met that I wanted you to be my centrepiece for this one.”

“Flatterer.”

“It’s true!” He laughed. “You have this great energy. I knew you were going to be interesting, and I was right. And you know how to model well. Because you’re an actress, right? You’re used to people looking at you.”

An actress, no ‘wannabe’ or ‘aspiring’ or ‘failed’ tacked on front. She couldn’t help but sneak a glance at him as best she could without turning her head.

“My boss always says I should have more energy, then I’d wait tables faster.”

“What does Camille say?”

“Camille—” Annabelle blinked in surprise, then swallowed. Her hands curled in her lap. She resisted the urge to sigh.

“Uh-oh.”

“No, no,” she said. “It’s fine. I just – she thinks if I’m not happy I should do something about it. She’s always telling me about other things I’d be really good at that have better pay, or more sociable hours.”

“So, give up on your dreams already.”

“Yeah.”

Annabelle deflated. She knew that Camille didn’t mean anything bad by it, but that was what it implied, right? She was never going to be a famous and successful actress or screenwriter, so she should settle for something manageable.

“Well, she’s not a creative, like us,” Julian said. “She doesn’t get it.”

Like us. Annabelle was a horrible girlfriend for feeling a swell of pleasure at that. It was true, though. Still.

“We’ve been together for a really long time, and she’s been really supportive. I think she’s just finding the whole ‘me turning thirty’ thing annoying. Mainly because I won’t shut up about it. Which I’m sure you sympathise with!”

Camille said that anyone who claimed life stopped at thirty was an idiot. There was no limit for potential, no one age where everyone had to have their life together and perfect by.

She was probably right, but Annabelle could still feel the panic of it clawing at her the closer her birthday got. Even if she was successful after thirty, she wouldn’t be one of those young geniuses that everyone had expected her to be. She wouldn’t be exceptional.

She would just be Annabelle. It didn’t feel like enough. Maybe if she could see herself like Julian apparently saw her, it would be better.

“Chin up,” Julian said.

Annabelle cleared her throat again. “Right, yeah.”

“No, I mean.” His voice was deadpan. “Your head. You’ve moved. Drooped.”

She shot him a look over her shoulder. The melancholy shoved itself down again in the pit of her stomach.

He tossed her a wink from behind the easel, to indicate he was joking. Only trying to cheer her up and lighten the mood.

“So, I still don’t get to see what else you’re working on, huh?” she asked.

“I’d have to kill you.” He switched to another, smaller brush in her periphery vision.

She snorted.

“It would be very inconvenient all around,” he said. “Rigor mortis sets in fast. I’d never get the painting done in time.”

“Well we can’t have that. After you’re finished with me then, I suppose.”

“Our art is a part of us, Annabelle.” He shot her another glance in turn, brush poised above his image of her, considering. “So how, then, could I ever truly be finished with you?”

Her breath hitched in her throat. She debated possible responses to that, and how he could have meant it. Her body felt warm and flushed.

He gestured that she angle her head left once more, not looking away for a second himself.

Annabelle turned.

The summer waned outside the window, but in the painting she would still be in her sundress, legs tanned and toes painted sky blue.

Thank god he kept his studio warm. The minutes ticked by, the air between them settling tranquil once more.

“Sometimes,” she said, softly, “I wish we could stay like this forever. Freeze the moment. Is that stupid?” It felt a confessional thing to say. Bold.

“No.” She could hear the equally soft smile in his voice. “It’s not stupid. Isn’t that how I got you to agree to do me this favour?”

She remembered the party; an adult version of what they all used to do, even if it still felt like they were all pretending to be grown-ups. Or at least, Annabelle felt like she was pretending. She didn’t feel twenty-nine.

She’d clutched her glass of wine and hovered near a somewhat strained conversation about mortgages and the state of the housing market, and how none of them were going to be on the property ladder before they were fifty, before she caught sight of Julian coming in.

She echoed his words, and didn’t have to fake her wistfulness that time.

“To be remembered in art is the closest any humans’ get to immortality.”

He echoed the next line back at her. “Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

And she’d said yes.

***

“I’ve got a date for the exhibition,” Julian said, from behind his easel. “A few weeks after your birthday. Short notice, I know. Soz.”

“Ugh, don’t mention the B word. But that’s exciting! Can I come?”

“Of course you can come,” he said. “It’s why I’m telling you. This wouldn’t be possible without you.”

“I mean, while sitting here is terribly difficult,” she said, “I do feel like you should get some of the credit. Just some.”

She heard him laugh.

She’d grown to love Julian’s laugh; he was so ready to do it, at least in their sessions.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d heard Camille laugh at something she said. Then again, she wasn’t sure the last time she and Camille had spent all that much time together.

By the time Camille got back from a day of teaching, Annabelle was usually already out for the night shift at the pub she waited in. Yet another thing in her life that wasn’t working like it was supposed to!

Camille said that could be worked on if, hey, Annabelle was willing to actually prioritise their relationship.

It had been one of their worst arguments to date.

“There’ll be thirty paintings in total, I think,” he mused, more talkative than normal. “Yours being the main one, like I said.”

“I’m sure you will perfectly capture the raw turmoil of turning thirty.”

He laughed again. It had been one of the most notable reviews of his first exhibition – except the exact wording had been that his work perfectly captured ‘the raw turmoil of adolescence, as an emotional and nostalgic period of change and growth’.

He’d finally caved and showed her some of his previous pieces, other than the ones she’d managed to find online, as a compromise of his refusal to show her how his painting of her was coming along.

Most of the individual pieces from his first exhibit had been sold off, but he’d kept the main one.

His main piece – Girl On Swing – got the most praise, so it had apparently been a bit of a scandal that he hadn’t sold it. He’d had offers.

It was a triptych (Julian’s word) of a girl, unsurprisingly, on a swing.

In the first of three paintings she was a child, carefree and giggling. In the second, a young teenager, her face a storm of emotion. In the final one, she was a young adult, caught mid-leap flying off the swing she’d been sitting on for seemingly eighteen years. Her arms were painted halfway to transitioning to a bird’s wings. She was no longer looking back at the viewer but forward, to all that life had to offer.

Annabelle wondered what people would say about Julian’s version of her.

People liked to fantasise about how amazing being a teenager was when they were an adult, but she hadn’t met anyone who fantasied about turning thirty. It wasn’t nearly as glamorous.

She hoped he made her glamorous.

“Of course,” he was continuing, “with the date so near, we might need a few more sessions to get finished on time.”

She looked over at him again, then, even if she wasn’t supposed to be moving.

The golden light danced across his handsome features, and caught the edges of the canvases behind him. There were twenty nine of them waiting.

“I make a pretty good lasagne,” he said, biting his lip. “If I say so myself. Compensation. If you don’t mind finishing late. There’s also a nice wine I got for Christmas that I really couldn’t drink alone.”

“I don’t mind,” she heard herself saying, before she’d even thought about it. “I don’t mind at all.”

“It’s a good venue,” he said. “A really good venue. Everyone’s going to love you.”

With him, maybe, the window wouldn’t close.

***

“I’m done, except for the varnish.”

The words sent a bolt through her, stirring away the sleepy content that came with posing for an extended period of time. She felt seen. Now, though, she wanted to see. Finally.

It was the day before her thirtieth birthday, and Camille had a massive surprise party planned, that Annabelle was both pretending that she didn’t know about, and dreading like a punch to the gut.

It was sweet that Camille was doing it. But also, maybe, if she didn’t celebrate the date she could still, somehow, be in her twenties for another year. That was how it worked, right?

“You are?” She leapt off the stool, and felt her joints click. “Can I see? I feel like I should have a right to see before everyone else. I won’t tell anyone.”

“It is top secret.” He pretended to consider.

She took the opportunity to relish actually looking at him for once; there was a kiss of red on the cuff of his painting shirt that hadn’t yet dried. It was the exact colour of her lipstick. She smiled.

He really had left her mouth for last.

“Fine,” he said, and gestured her over, eyes bright with amusement. “But only because I know you won’t tell.”

In the short space of walking over, Annabelle had time to feel her stomach clench. Her old fears boiled nauseously to the surface.

What if it was awful?

What if it wasn’t what she wanted, as if that had ever been the point?

What if her immortality looked like the part-time waitress she didn’t want to be?

She would have to keep a straight face, and not hurt his feelings. He’d been working on it for so long. It would ruin everything if he knew she hated it. It would no doubt be technically very skilled. She should have researched painting techniques she could comment on.

She rounded the easel, a little dizzy.

His hand fell on the small of her back, thumb tracing the curve of her hip, idly almost.

She stared.

Her painted self was lovely. So alive, as if thirty couldn’t possibly contain her.

It was not as realistic as ‘Girl On Swing’ though.

She was caught in the motion of talking, hands gesturing animatedly in the air despite her best efforts of posing, and though her face was turned towards the light of the window it was as clear as confession that her eyes were always turning towards him, trying to steal a glimpse.

She looked at him, at the viewer, like he was the best thing she had ever seen.

Camille would see the painting too.

She had already said that she had to come to the opening, especially ‘after all the time her girlfriend had spent with this Julian fellow instead of her.’

Annabelle swallowed.

The perfect bubble burst.

She released a shaky breath, abruptly more aware of his hand through the thin material of her dress.

They hadn’t done anything.

Even the night when she ended up staying over at his, after lasagne and wine, they hadn’t done anything.

The painting made it look like they had, though. She wasn’t even sure she could accuse Julian of exactly making it up, either.

He had painted the truth. Raw. Even when it would have been politer to hide it.

“Oh,” she said. “Wow. Um. Julian—”

“Happy Birthday,” he murmured. “For tomorrow.”

His hand moved up to the back of her neck and all of the colours of the painting swirled and rushed forward to meet her.

“Oh, and Annabelle?” His voice sounded very far away. “This is the bit where you stop talking.”

***

Annabelle had been thirty for nearly a month. Well, not exactly.

They all said that she looked amazing. So realistic.

She couldn’t move. She couldn’t feel her body. But, she could watch, from her frame.

She’d watched as Julian approached her with a paintbrush dipped in varnish – to seal the work – and she’d watched with her world turned sideways as they carried her canvas from the studio to the gallery.

She’d watched as they hung her up on the wall and made comments about her like she wasn’t there at all.

She’d screamed, too, or tried to. They hadn’t been able to hear her.

Julian had approached her again when they were alone, hands in his pockets, perfectly relaxed and pleased with himself.

“It’s a good trick, isn’t it? I’ve always had the knack of turning people into portraits.” He’d flashed her the same quick, reassuring smile he always did as he peered up at her. “As I said, it’s all about getting to know the person. Getting them to pour their soul out to you.”

He’d laughed, like he so often did, only this time it was at his own joke instead of hers. Or maybe she had always been the joke.

“I did worry for a moment that I wouldn’t be finished in time. But, don’t worry. We made it. You’re twenty-nine forever! Just like you wanted. Just like I promised. I’m not that cruel.”

She’d wanted to tell him that this was not what she’d wanted. She wanted to ask a million questions. She wanted to punch him.

Instead, Annabelle watched as Camille stepped into the exhibition room, on opening night.

She watched Camille scan the crowd, feverishly, expecting her to be there.

She watched as Camille’s attention snagged on the vast painting of her across the room.

God, Camille.

Her girlfriend made a beeline over. It had been an age since Annabelle had last looked at her, properly looked at her, hadn’t it?

Camille’s face crumpled a little as she studied the portrait; a myriad of regret and fear and confusion. Hurt. Her eyes were red and swollen like she’d been crying. She raised one hand towards Annabelle’s life-sized face, as if to touch, but didn’t. Her fists curled at her sides instead.

Guilt twisted in Annabelle’s gut. Camille looked exactly like how one might when learning that their girlfriend had cheated on them.

She felt an absurd surge of hope, despite everything, that Camille might see her where no one other than Julian had. The portrait, for all of its intimacies, suggested a grand love affair. People didn’t vanish fairly from grand love affairs, they just didn’t! It was suspicious, right? He was the last person to see her. The proof was in the painting!

Camille stared at her for a moment longer, her jaw set with grim determination. Then she scrubbed a hand over her face. Her shoulders hunched against some unbearable, undefinable weight. Her dark hair was greasy with worry.

“I’ll find you,” Camille still whispered. “I swear, I’ll find you.”

Annabelle’s stomach sank.

“No, Camille—” Of course, the words didn't come out. Nothing did.

She’d had been such an idiot, hadn’t she?

She felt a fresh stab of longing for that surprise birthday party.

How long had they waited for her to arrive? Waited for her.

Had Camille reported her missing? There would be no body to find, no evidence. The painting, the wanting limited eyes she looked out of, felt like a mockery.

Maybe the life she had with Camille hadn’t been perfect, not by a long shot, but at least they’d been alive. At least they’d been real.

Camille began to turn away.

“Please.” Annabelle’s voice broke. “I’m so sorry. I’m here, please. Don’t leave me! Camille!”

More attendees bustled to claim prime spot in front of the painting, murmuring about how talented Julian was, speculating on if Annabelle was his lover. Camille flinched.

“It makes me feel,” one of gallery attendees said, “like I’m interrupting them in a private moment, you know? Of course, it’s so Julian that she’s not actually a nude—”

She couldn’t see Camille anymore.

She was never going to see Camille again, was she?

CAMILLE. CAMILLE. CAMILLE.

Annabelle screamed it with everything she had, every atom of her, with the absolute certainty that if her girlfriend walked out the gallery door that Annabelle would never escape the painting.

She would never get to say sorry, or kiss Camille, or tell her properly that nothing had happened or would ever have happened, despite what she may have let her foolish heart feel.

She’d just liked the way he looked at her.

She didn’t want to stop the clock.

She wanted her life back, to live.

The painting hit the floor of the exhibition with an almighty crash.

Everyone scattered back. Red wine spilled like a crime scene against the polished floor.

Camille whirled back around too, alone a few metres away, her eyes wide and startled.

Julian appeared, clutching a glass of champagne in one hand.

“Goddamn these hooks. Who set this up? It’s a hazard. Everyone alright?” He looked around at his adoring fans, and summoned up a rueful smile. “I should have just got eyes to follow you all around the room instead, huh?” He looked down at her, where she stared up, in the same narrow periphery vision he’d painted her with. “Really leaned into the photorealism.”

Past him, past his taunts, Camille looked between the two of them. Uncertain misery flashed across her features once more. She opened her mouth, as if to say something, before closing it.

Annabelle willed her painted self to move again too, to speak, to do anything. She willed Camille to question, to press, to not give up on them and on her. Not now.

“Camille!” Julian had caught sight of her too, and straightened. He gestured for one of the gallery employees to get Annabelle back into position. “I’m so glad you could make it! Is Annabelle not with you? She was so excited for the exhibition…”

“You haven’t seen her?” Camille’s voice broke. “I – I thought she’d be here, at least. With you.”

“With me?” Julian spoke mildly. Innocently. “No, no. I haven’t seen her. I thought she was with you. Is something wrong?” His tone gentled, as he walked towards Camille. “She mentioned you’d been having some problems…”

“No – it wasn’t like that – Camille—”

Crowds swarmed Annabelle’s painted self once more. She was lifted back on the wall, as if nothing had happened.

"Let me get you a drink," Julian said. "You can tell me everything."

She caught a glimpse of Julian's arm wrapped around Camille's waist. The way she leaned into him, looked up at him. His lips by her ear.

"Camille—"

By the time the room cleared, they were already gone.

#the last of these stories I swear #turning 30 #short story #horror #fiction #writing #creative writing #writeblr #getting rid of the archive just in case #idk what to tell you #art #magical realism

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Any chance of something With Klaus and reader, where reader is worried about how much time Klaus and Cami spend together, but Klaus plus everyone tells her not to worry. It their anniversary and reader is all ready for the night out that Klaus has planned but Klaus doesn’t show and comes home to find reader asleep on their bed still dressed in her gorgeous dress it then he remembers their anniversary.

You were with Cami

Pt 2

For weeks i had listened to the entire Mikaelson family had been persuading me that Klaus was loyal and would never do anything to harm me.

See he’d been spending the majority of his time with his new friend Camille, i’ve met her a few times and she’s so unbelievably nice. Like she’s polite, smiles, gives her perfect opinions and makes everything laugh. And just to top it off she likes me, decided we should be friends too. We even went out for lunch. She’s lovely. I would want her too. And i hate her for that.

It’s wrong to be mad at her but she must know that she’s some what harming mine and Klaus’s relationship. You can’t be giggling at every little thing he says with your hand on his bicep without knowing that you’re flirting.

One time she kissed his cheek right in front of me, she gave me such a kind smile i would have looked like a dick if i didn’t return it. When i brought it up to Klaus he told me i was being dramatic and needed to ‘calm down’

Somehow i’m not allowed to talk to a single being of the male community but if i get upset over him dancing with a gorgeous blond then i’m being jealous and pathetic. I thought at least Elijah would back me up being the ‘feminist’ he says he is but noooo “Niklaus loves you y/n, you’re imagining things. You’re hid redemption and you can’t be thinking silly things, it will ruin your relationship”

Well bet they weren’t prepared for me storming through the compound in a very expensive body con dress. One i had spent hours choosing so that my own boyfriend or whatever he was meant to be would notice me

See he had asked me to meet him at this restaurant and let me just say it was nice restaurant with a lot of snobs sat in it. Lets imagine the immense embarrassment i felt when i sat waiting at a table for over 4 hours. Thankfully the waiter was sympathetic and felt bad so he gave me some free drinks. I actually ended up having a pretty good chat with him, his fiancé had left him a week before their wedding, i think we both cried a little too much and the people in there did not like us.

Once the place closed i came back to the compound and the second i stepped foot inside it seemed to hit me again. He left me alone, no text, no call, no excuses. I was holding together until the other Mikaelsons came into view and Rebekah just had to mention him

“where’s Nik? i thought you two would’ve been back ages ago”

and i burst into tears. I saw the panic in all their faces as they quickly went to comfort me. Rebekah wrapped her arm around me and Kol took my hand but i shoved both of them off

“no! none of you get to pretend you care anymore, you all knew didn’t you? you knew he was with her, knew he wouldn’t come to be with me because why would he anymore!? And i swear if anyone of you says that i make him a better person i think i might just scream, i am not his redemption and i don’t mean anything to him anymore, your entire family is one big lie, you’re all liars and i hate all of you, i’m staying the night and that’s only because i have drank way too much to be driving but i don’t want any of you saying goodbye because i will be gone by the time you wake up and yes Elijah i know you get up fucking early” half of my words were definitely slurred but i think the message was clear regardless as i made my way upstairs and collapsed on Klaus and i’s bed. The bed that i thought we would both come back to, instead i was cold, alone and drunk.

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(third person)

Klaus had just got home to three nervous siblings. Elijah was pacing the length of the living area while Kol chugged his scotch and Rebekah chewed at her once perfectly manicured nails. Klaus narrowed his eyes as they all froze upon his arrival

“who did something stupid?” he asked with a sigh and Kol hesitantly raised his hand

“don’t dagger me but um i think you did…”

“what?”

“i’d check upstairs if i were you”

and so he did

Klaus turned the light on only to find his love curled up in a beautiful tight dress and a tear stained face. It took him a minute before he finally realised what had happened

“no no no no” he whispered as he lifted her passed out body, the smell of alcohol was strong as he held her in his arms

“oh my love, please forgive me” he uttered as he peppered her face with kisses

“i’m so sorry” he told her despite her unconscious state.

“you look so gorgeous sweetheart, you look like an angel” he whispered rocking her gently

“i’m going to make this all up to you when you wake up, i promise you y/n, i love you so so much” he carefully removed her dress and slipped one of his shirts onto her, he wiped her once flawless makeup off of her face

“i’m so sorry” he repeated continuously while getting her ready, slipping her heels from her feet and taking out her elegantly styled hair before brushing it through and plaiting it for her. He didn’t bother changing his clothes as he got into bed and held her as close to him as he could

“i’m so sorry i wasn’t with you”

“you were with Cami” she tiredly uttered, still pretty much unconscious though that didn’t stop the flow of tears in her sleep. His heart hurt as he heard her broken voice

“i’ll never speak to her again, i’ll never see her again” he promised both her and himself

“i love you” he muttered kissing her lips softly

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gorgeys · 5 months

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MEET ME AT MIDNIGHT ★ camille l'espanaye

camille l’espanaye x femCEO!reader

again, you find yourself seated across from camille on a quiet night, and this time your flirting has real consequences

warnings: nothing really, it’s all sfw just some sexual suggestions

word count: 2440

note: this takes place before the court case and everything starts

also the ending is kinda rushed bc i just wanted to finish it sorry

the two regally dressed doormen opened each side of the gigantic glass doors, allowing your entry into the restaurant. famously known as the most elegant restaurant in all of new york city, it was unusually empty on this saturday night. all of the tables were barren except one against the far glass wall.

it was a table for two, already prepped with the proper silverware and two full glasses of wine. the table’s occupant didn’t spare you a glance as you took your time sauntering over to her. you knew she must be able to hear the loud clicking of your heels against the marble floor, especially among the off-putting silence, but her eyes were fixed on the sights of the city behind the glass wall. located on the top floor of a skyscraper, the entire skyline was visible through the glass walls of the restaurant. it was an especially astounding sight in the dark hours of the night when the city glowed brighter than the stars in the sky.

only when you placed a perfectly manicured hand over the cream tablecloth did she turn her head to look at you.

“and for a second i thought he might actually show up,” you said, still standing over her. you clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth. “i should’ve known better.”

one of the waiters seemingly appeared out of nowhere to pull your chair out for you. you gave him a smile and your thanks before you took your seat and he disappeared into oblivion.

“roderick always has to send one of the minions to do his bidding,” you said, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back in your chair.

“please, my father has much better things to do than deal with your antics,” camille said, reaching for her wine glass. her gaze was as sturdy as you remembered.

“and you don’t?”

“apparently not,” she said before taking a sip. “but you should thank me actually because he could’ve sent froderick instead.”

“you’re right, what a bore” you said. you suddenly leaned forward and rested your elbows on the tabletop. you pushed yourself so close to her that your chin hovered just above the candle in the center of the table. your face was illuminated so desirably by the light that camille wouldn’t have dreamt of taking her eyes off of you. “thank you, camille,” you said, almost in a whisper. the silkiness of your voice and the slight pout of your lips tempted and teased her. she knew exactly what you were doing yet you were still undeniably persuasive.

it wasn’t until you abruptly returned to your original position that she was pulled out of your trance.

“you're welcome,” she said plainly, adjusting herself in her seat.

the server brought over two identical hors d'oeuvres before scurrying back to the kitchen.

“but i’d like to think you enjoy my antics. you must like me a little if you keep agreeing to this,” you said with a knowing smile.

“i’m only here because the rest of my siblings are too incompetent to do…well, anything really,” she said, disinterestedly poking at the food with her fork.

“don’t lie to me. no one—not even your father—tells you what to do. you’re here because you want to be. and because you like me, don’t you?”

camille looked up from her food only to glare at you through hooded eyes. she hated your smug little smile and the way it made her feel.

“aww, come on, say it. say you like me. make me feel good,” you said, placing your hands over your chest.

as much as she would deny it, a little part of her brain wondered how good she could make you feel. especially when you looked as good as you did, all dolled up for her in that red dress. her eyes followed your hands which laid just above the hem. it was only then that she realized you had worn the same dress for your vanity fair cover last month. oh to be a fly on the wall during that shoot.

“i didn’t think a woman like you would need so much validation,” camille said, finally taking a bite. “but look at you being a pathetic little praise pony.”

maybe you were going crazy but you could’ve sworn you saw a smile itching at her lips. and that made you smile.

“i only want praise from you.”

she looked back up at you and you pursed your lips in an exaggerated pout. if only she knew how serious you were.

“well, you won’t be getting any. not tonight, at least,” she said.

your eyebrows jumped at that last part, intrigued by her suggestion.

“are you implying-”

“i’m not implying anything,” she quickly interrupted, predicting your every move. “are you?”

“depends.” you reached for your wine glass and took a long, thoughtful sip as you basked in the moment of silence you had created. you ignored camille’s expectant stare for you to finish your thought and let her sit with the possibilities of what you meant.

“i mean, you take me out on these expensive dinner dates, rent out restaurants for me, and expect me not to feel special? you do this for all of your girls?”

she scoffed at you. your attitude would be irritating if you were any other person.

“you flatter yourself too much,” she said, leaning forward. “if i wanted you, i would already have you,” she said with a self-assured nod and a tight, smug smile. typically that assertive tone left no room for argument, no matter how true or untrue her statement was. but that was never the case with you.

“oh, don’t lie to me, camille,” you said, leaning in to match her posture. “i know you’re like your father: intimidated by powerful women.”

camille’s eyebrows shot up, surprised by your sheer audacity, but her eyes and smile still held an element of amusement. not often was she curious—because in most situations she already knew too much—but the cunning look in your eyes pushed her toward that unfamiliar feeling.

“what else do you think you know about me?” she said, placing her elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand as if she had all day.

“oh, just the regular things. i know that you’re lucky number five,” you said, holding up and wiggling five fingers. “i know that you and frederick are the only ones who are staying in the family business. i know…that you’re bright and very good at what you do.”

she was barely listening, lost in your face and your hypnotizing eyes that never strayed from hers. your words were blending together in her head, turning her brain to mush as she silently admired you in your natural state.

it was your power that had intoxicated her. not necessarily your business status or bank account, but the way you carried yourself. the two of you were alike in that way.

“and that’s why it’s strange that he’s next in line for CEO while you’re slaving away in the basement being daddy’s sock puppet.”

that statement sobered her up quick. you knew you struck a nerve when her brows pulled down and her eyes narrowed. she wasn’t hard to offend.

“god, i can’t believe saffron hasn’t crashed and burned because clearly you don’t know a damn thing about business,” she spat, teeth showing and venom oozing from her lips. “fortunato wouldn’t be a thing if it wasn’t for me cleaning up everyone’s load of dogshit. you don’t even know how much dumb fuckery i have to deal with; my father—my entire family owes me.”

“relax, camille,” you said in your smooth tone, unphased by her aggression, your lips daring to quirk into a smile. “that’s exactly what i’m saying; they don’t give you enough credit for what you do.”

suddenly camille was a bit lost as she was unable to figure out what your angle was. you now sounded so genuine that it was off putting. she had been so used to your play-fighting and exaggerated lust that she almost didn’t know how to take a real compliment from you. almost.

“thank you,” she said, pushing her back over her shoulder and averting her eyes toward the window. she was slightly embarrassed by her unwarranted, short-lived blow-up but made her best attempt to play if off.

“i mean, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to understand that your brother’s a flamboyant idiot. i mean, i think i actually lose brain cells when he opens his mouth,” you said, smiling to yourself. “but, even if you’re playing for the other team, i can admit that you’re impressive. you’ve made yourself indispensable to fortunato. you’re twice the man he’ll ever be.”

camille tried to restrain herself but a smile spilled onto her lips. it ranked among the top compliments she had ever received. half because she knew it was true and the other half simply because it was coming from you.

your heart jumped, her rare show of warmth encouraging you to continue.

“i mean, just think about all that you could do if only you were given the means. anywhere you are is already a force to be reckoned with, but with you at the top of the ladder, fortunato would be impenetrable.”

“cut the crap,” camille said, remnants of a smile still playing on her lips. “what are you actually trying to say?”

she analyzed every twitch of your expression for a hint.

“what? i can’t just admire you?” you asked, tilting your head to the size and studying her as if she was a prized work of art.

she was a work of art.

she licked her lips, enjoying your adoring gaze.

“save it for the bedroom, y/n,” she said so casually, clasping her hands on the table. your stomach churned at the thought, your mind drifting. “i’m the one who called you here but you talk like there’s something on your mind.”

“just you. always you, actually,” you said. your smile was smaller and more thoughtful this time.

you had assumed that, with the court case looming, camille had come to broker a deal with you. as the CEO of a competing pharma company that was in good standing with the public, fortunato could greatly improve their image and reliability by partnering with your company, saffron. it was an obvious move, one you had predicted months before. you had just been waiting for the ushers to finally approach you. and in that time, you had developed a risky counterattack.

she was silent, her eyebrows raised and her lips pressed together, attempting to coax a response out of you. you breathed deeply and then you gave her what she wanted.

“maybe your father doesn’t appreciate you, but i would appreciate you so much.”

your emphasis was telling. you would never directly say what you meant but camille always understood. though there was a hint of something else lacing your strong voice this time. something not entirely sensual.

“appreciate? now what could you possibly mean by that?” she asked, wondering if your promise was simply flirtatious or if there was a deeper meaning behind it.

you chuckled and then you sighed, chastising her lack of deduction with the shake of your head. your fingers danced across the tablecloth like a spider crawling toward camille.

“you really can’t take a hint, can you?”

she rolled her eyes at your rebuke. meanwhile you leaned toward her, bracing yourself with your elbows on the table.

“you need to leave your father. and then i’ll make you mine,” you said. she was about to laugh but then she noticed your gaze. it was uncharacteristically straight and serious. that’s what made her realize that you weren’t joking.

“i mean that, if you leave fortunato, there will be a spot waiting for you at saffron. and i can guarantee you that it’s a much higher one than you currently hold. how does president sound? maybe even COO if you can charm the board.”

she immediately scoffed at you.

“you’re out of your goddamn mind, you know that?” she said, appalled by your request. still, it was a better reaction than you were expecting. “i…wh-what about the will, huh? i’d just betray my entire family and get cut off?”

“well, first of all, we both know you couldn’t give a single fuck about your ‘family’. it’s not like they raised you. and as for the will, it won’t matter in the end. you’ll be making more than all of your siblings combined working under me.” you subtly flashed her the diamonds on your fingers as proof. “ten or twenty million more won’t even make a dent in your back account. you’ll be the richest woman in the world. and do you know why?”

you stuck your chin up at her and smiled fully. she watched anxiously as the long expanse of your neck revealed itself to her and your eyelashes fluttered majestically.

“because you’ll have me. all to yourself.”

camille’s chin lowered, looking up at you through her own eyelashes as if to question the validity of your statement. you nodded reassuringly.

“what are you waiting for? i mean, fortunato is only on the decline. it’s time to do something good for once and jump ship,” you said.

you paused, noticing the hesitation behind her blue eyes. it seemed that she was actually considering your proposal. so you decided to lay the seduction on heavy.

“there’s nothing left for you at fortunato. but everything you could have is sitting right here,” you said, confidently motioning toward yourself. “i mean, come on, baby, look at this face and tell me you don’t want it, this body,” you said, smoothing out your dress.

the wrinkle in her brow and the slight gap between her lips was telling. that distant yet focused look in her eye told you that daydreams were whisking her off to far away places. she was imagining what her alternate life would be like, what it would feel like, what you would feel like. she was clearly conflicted.

“well, i’ll give you some time to think about,” you said, abruptly standing up from your chair. she didn’t protest as you picked up your half full wine glass. “in the meantime, don’t be a stranger,” you said, leaving her with a final smug smile.

you intentionally swayed your hips as you retreated from the restaurant, taking your wine to-go, reminding her that she would be stupid not to take you up on your offer.

“until we meet again.”

#camille l'espanaye x reader #camille usher #camille l'espanaye #the fall of the house of usher #tfothou #tfothou x reader #house of usher #house of usher x reader #fall of the house of usher #the fall of the house of usher x reader #fall of the house of usher x reader #mike flanagan #flanaverse #kate siegel

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romanroycoo · 24 days

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After The Fall - Vincent Renzi x Reader

Note: You guys are going to like this one😋

Summary: After the trial of the death of your husband, you struggle to come to terms with this new life and the trauma of what has happened before. Vincent Renzi, however, becomes your comfort, staying beside you the whole time. A friends to lovers fanfiction

CW: Cigarettes, Angst, fluff, obvious flirting, reader is depressed, grief, hurt and comfort, mentions of death, ex-husband was abusive - no mentions of it in this chapter.

Chapter three - Snowstorm.

“Hey, Vincent.” You had been suprised by the call which came late afternoon.

“Hey, um, me and a few friends are going out for a few drinks and i was wondering if you wanted to join? You know trying to cheer you up and everything..”

“Oh no, I don’t want to intrude or anything like that- “ You immediately refuse.

“Listen, you wouldn’t be intruding Y/n, i’m literally inviting you to come with us.”

You sigh and hesitate.

“Come on, it will be fun.” He persuades over the phone.

“Okay, but just a few.” You finally agree.

*************

You’d just arrived outside the bar down town, it has taken you half an hour just to drive down and they were certainly a couple of drinks in by now. You were nervous, and it wasn’t his unknown friends that caused it. It was him. You were nervous to see him. It was the first time since the trial you had tried to make yourself look nice, finally styling your hair and clothes.

“Hey! Y/n!” Vincent shouts across the bar before running over and bringing you to greet his couple of friends.

“This is Nicolas and this is Camille.” He introduced before you greeted them kindly.

“I’ll go grab you a drink.” He says before strolling over to the bar. He was still in his work clothes, suit pants and a loosely unbuttoned shirt. You couldn’t help but admire him from afar.

“So, how do you know Vincent?” Nicolas questions from across the table.

“Oh, he was my lawyer actually, for a case not long ago.” You hoped they wouldn’t make you elaborate further.

“Ah, he is good isn’t he? He’s always been so dedicated to law and his job.” Camille says before continuing on. “We used to go to the same university, he was a good scholar. And a good man too.”

“A good man? Thank you very much guys!” He says placing your drink in front of you and sitting down.

“Yeah, yeah..” Nicolas mutters.

*************

It was a few hours in, and definitely late now. You looked out the window and noticed the heavy amount of snow falling to the ground. How were you meant to get back in this weather? Especially up near the mountains.

“Christ. The weather, you guys seeing this?” Camille says noticing it too. Vincent and Nicolas turned their heads to the window promptly.

“Shit. That’s heavy. Y/n, do you live close? I hope that’s not going to be a problem for you.” Nicolas asks.

“Ummmmm, no. I do not live close and that is an extremely big problem..” You hum before turning back to you drink and taking another swig. They all laugh.

“I mean, we’re staying at the Inn in town not far from here, there should be a room free if you can’t get back.” Camille explains.

“No, no. It’s fine you can stay with me. Save the money.” Vincent interjects, sipping his drink.

“Vincent, i couldn’t do that- I’ll just stay at the inn, it’s ok-“ You decline. You really didn’t want to intrude.

“Y/n. It’s fine. I have a pull out couch, it wouldn’t be a problem.” He assures.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I am.”

*************

“Bye guys. Get back safe!” It was really late now and you were all very drunk, saying your goodbyes and setting off for home. You and Vincent begin to walk to his apartment, a few blocks from the bar. Still sipping on your last beers and sharing a cigarette.

“ I’m so glad i came tonight, that was the most i’ve laughed in a long time.” You say before inhaling the smoke and passing it over to Vincent.

“I’m glad you did too. They seem to really like you, my friends.”

“Yeah, hopefully.” You both laugh and take a swig of your beer.

He loved the way your drunk smile and the way your cheeks pinked up from the alcohol. He could watch you forever, admiring every crevice of your skin. You were beautiful.

***********

“It’s not much, but it’s home.” He states before you both walk in to his apartment. It was cozy and nicely decorated and you loved the homely atmosphere of it all.

“No Vincent, it’s lovely.” You compliment as you take your coat off and hang it next to the door.

“Do you want something to drink?” He asks from the kitchen.

“No, no, I don’t think i can handle anymore.” You giggle.

He laughs back before answering. “It doesn’t have to be alcohol, i’ve got tea or coffee. Water?”

“Water would be nice, thank you.” You say strolling over to him. He’d taken off his coat too and the weather has roughed up his hair. You watch as he grabs a glass and fills it for you drunkly. You couldn’t help but notice how good he looked like this. Work clothes, drunk and with messy hair.

“I’ll go get the bed ready, do you need any clothes to sleep in? I can give you a jumper or?”

“A jumper would be good, it’s still a little bit chilly from outside.” You laugh before he nods and goes into the smaller room nearby and comes up with a black knitted jumper.

“Thank you so much, for all of this. I feel like such an inconvenience.” You shrug, looking down at you feet and back to his eyes.

“It’s truly not a problem, i wouldn’t have offered if so. It’s the least i could do with the weather and all.” He smiles at you before going back to the room and you put on the jumper and follow over.

“Okay, this is you.”

“That’s not a couch bed Vincent, that’s your bed.”

“I know, i’m taking the couch.”

“Vincent, no. This is your house your not taking the couch-“

“You’re the guest here, have the bed. Please.”

You sigh before giving up and going into the room, he grabs a few things before leaving. “Goodnight, Y/n.”

“Goodnight Vincent.” You says before climbing into the made bed and turning off the light.

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writingbyshiloh · 11 months

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Cautious yet Optimistic and Graceful Part 2

Part 1 & Part 3

CW: Morally gray reader, F!Reader, John Wick-type universe (ie, killing, the reader thinks about past injuries from fights. training not descriptive). Not smut but suggestive thinking from both Vincent and the reader, mutual pinning, and worldbuilding but no description of the reader. Smoking, a nonsexual cigarette burn on the reader, brief drinking. MAYBE OCs (Fictional staff for the fictional hotel). NO BETA

Summary: The Marquis de Gramont still annoys you. But he needs help from you(r hotel). Like a good manager, you help.

AN: PART 2 everyone!!! Thank u for the likes/comments/reblogs! This takes place a few months after part 1. IDEK if this is ooc the man had like 30 minutes of screen time overall and I’ve been writing this for a week. I read it a few times for spelling but something got messed up copy and pasting and a para or 2 got dropped. Part 3 will be out ???? soon(ish)

Something about today had his words bouncing around in your head. Out of all the ways to describe someone, he narrowed it down to three (well technically he used six).

Cautious. Sure, you can see that. Out of a love of being alive, you tried not to take any unnecessary risks in your fighting days. You also tried to avoid having a marker whenever you could. There was one in existence with your blood on it. A favour for someone you thought was a friend. You held up your end, the bloody fingerprint stored in the New York Continental as proof.

Optimistic. That also makes sense. You actually enjoy what you do, loving being part of the criminal underworld before and now. You haven't been the manager for too long but would already die for this hotel.

The part that was throwing you was graceful. You didn't think you were that graceful physically. You have scars to prove that you've taken a hit, slash, or burn many times. Did he mean gracefully with people? Camille did so much for the hotel, you just deal with regular hotel things (like getting Monument Historique status for a collection of French weapons, take that, Vincent). The other part was implanting rules from the high table. Maybe just being graceful and polite when you were resisting the urge to claw your eyes out.

It could also be flirting. You felt he wasn't the type to hit on someone out of the blue. Sure he was smart and confident, but it seemed like too big a risk for him to take. Unless he is just a playboy, which is something you find yourself tempted to google twice a day.

You would rather die than admit it, but you almost like when he called you Mademoiselle. Almost. It was like a nickname, plus it brought out his accent more. When you found yourself enjoying.

To make things worse Camielle caught on to your crush immediately. While embarrassing, it did show how clever she was and you were glad she was the concierge. Her knowing also gave you an excuse to just tell Vincent your direct number, so Camille would stop reminding you how frequently he called.

You love the bar in the hotel. It is beautiful, decorated in an Art Nouveau style, with large windows allowing for the sun to filter in during the day. You were almost pleased that Vincent asked to meet you there, allowing you to subtly show off your business.

Finding him at the bar wasn’t hard, no one else was wearing a dark green three-piece suit, complete with a complexly tied tie and their coat of arms pin. He looks good but tense, one long leg crossed over the other. Plus, you could see Chidi and another guard in their gray suits keeping an eye. You were thankful that you took extra time this morning on your outfit.

You slid into the chair next to him, after shaking a few hands with other big names down in the bar for a late-night drink.

“I hear you have a problem.” You say, while not knowing the full details, just that he wanted to meet you in the bar and something was wrong. It kicked your heartbeat up, even if you only told yourself it was the stress of him being here.

“Correct.”.

“I’m sure you know because of your love of rules, but I can only help those who are using the hotel services.”

You didn't care that much, and would absolutely bend the rules to do him a favour, but couldn't resist a chance to get a dig in.

The Marquis pulls out two gold coins and slides them across to the bartender. He orders a top-shelf spirit before his eyes cut to you. Now he's buying you a drink in your own hotel. You would want him to buy you a drink in a different situation but at least he didn't order for you. That may cause you to actually kill him.

Clearing your throat you order your usual, quietly thanking the bartender when the drink was placed in front of you.

The bar wasn't loud, but he dropped his head towards you so you could hear him better and to give the conversation some privacy.

“You have a cartographer here, no?”

You nodded. The cartographer is excellent. He had blueprints for buildings past and present, as well as the catacombs. He also had knowledge and keys to abandoned buildings if something had to be desponded and not be found.

“How soon do you need him?” While one of the best, he was away for his daughter's wedding

“Tonight.”

You took a small sip of your drink. You could probably get the information he was looking but you wouldn't be as efficient.

“While we do have a cartographer, he's gone to a family event. If your plans are that urgent I can try my best to fill in.”

Content with your answers, Vincent leaned back into his seat taking a swig of his drink. You took the finishing sip of yours before pushing out of your chair.

“I have spare keys in my office. I’ll meet you back here in five.”

For how commanding and prideful he is, you never expected him to need the services from your hotel.

The maps room was fairly boring. Three out of the four walls were filled with lockboxes to various maps. Blueprints, and documents for France and even some other countries nearby.

“Are these your beloved catacombs?” The Marquis asks, studying the paper taped to the wall. You asked the map maker for more information and for ideas on what you could do with them.

You hum in agreement, deep down thrilled that he remembered such a small part of your conversation ages ago.

Your eyes jump over the numbered lock boxes in front of you, trying to find the one he needs.

You half expected him to help you pull out maps and building plans, a blend of chivalry, showing off his height, and getting under your skin. He didn’t, letting you struggle with the lock instead.

Vincent knew he should help you, but the way your back was arched as you tried to open one of the lockboxes out of the dozens was more interesting. His gaze moved over your legs, before looking at your ass in your skirt.

Feeling the lock give a turn to the side, you peek inside the box to make sure the plans were there. Hand sliding in, you pulled the thin tube out, double-checking the label on the front to make sure it is the one you need. Leaving the box unlocked you turn to face Vincent, a triumphant grin on your face.

Maybe your grin and pride in getting the correct documents were a bit unprofessional but he didn't care. Not since the small room amplified the smell of your perfume and how the spent the better part of the last five minutes checking out your legs.

Uncapping the tube, you pulled out the blueprints and spread them on the backlist glass table in front of you.

“Here are your prints,” you state awkwardly. You're not sure why he needs them, and why he personally came here. Chidi is keeping guard outside the map room, despite you repeating the hotel policy of no business.

The Marquis nods in response already focusing on the table. You flatten a small map from the tube in case he needs context on the area. Not likely since he already knows what to look for, proven by his notebook and the constant sound of his pen against the paper taking notes.

Watching him study the map may have been alright at first, but three hours later you are tired. There are only so many times you can look at his hair and wonder if he would get mad if you run your hands through, or gently tug it. Or what his hands would feel like, especially with his signet ring.

The grandfather clock tells you that it's only 2:36 am but you feel like it's later. Even Vincent looks slightly less than perfect, hair falling out of place from where he had gelled it that morning.

He is a guest of your hotel so you're going to keep helping him no matter how long he stays. Just with a bit less optimism.

“Mademoiselle?” Your eyes snap to his face at the sound of his voice, pulling you from your thoughts.

“You look tired. You should go to bed,” he comments.

Wow. Thanks, you think.

“I’m okay. I’m happy to stay here as long as you need,” you say while hoping he leaves soon. “How are the plans going? The cartographer can help you with the finer details when he gets back.”

“That is not necessary. I have all I need here.” He slowly stretches and starts to stand. You never considered it but being hunched over the table must have been hell on his back given his above-average height. Finally seeing your chance to go to bed, you quickly make it over to the door, opening it for him.

“Merci, again.” He thanks you as if this is not your job.

“Do you want me to walk you to the main door?” You have all your floor plans memorized.

“We are fine.” He replies.

He looks at you and you can't read his expression. He's less tense, obviously getting what he needed from the plans.

“The high table did a good job making you the manager.”

You feel pride swell in your chest, despite the exhaustion you feel behind your eyes.

“Bonne nuit, Mademoiselle”

“Bonne nuit. Bon matin.” You quietly wish him as he leaves, wasting no time putting the plans away and locking the map room door.

You let out another exhaust of bitter smoke, watching it curl away on the cool night air. You didn't start smoking in Paris, but dropped and picked the habit a few times.

“Fumes-tu, Mademoiselle?” a voice behind you makes you flinch. You didn’t tell anyone that you have a secret smoking place, let alone that you went out to smoke.

You spin around before relaxing at the sight of the Marquis, clad in a dark suit, his signature pin on the lapel reflecting the light.

You nod, before realizing he probably can't see you well under the lights in the alcove. He is by your side quickly, long legs carrying him the short distance.

You tip your head to the small table, where your rolling papers, tobacco and other smoking paraphernalia sit in a silent offer. Vincent looks at the table before facing you again. Guess he's too fancy to smoke you assume while taking a drag.

You turn your head to blow out more smoke, careful not to blow it in this direction, a hard feat considering he was extremely close to you. The smell of his cologne drifted under the smell of smoke.

You move your cigarette down and out to the side, fully ready to see why the Marquis interrupted you. Watching his face, his eyes dipped down to your lips and then back to your eyes almost a silent asking. The smooth and sophisticated era was still there but there was uncertainty under it.

You slowly leaned closer, not wanting to make the first move, but you want this to happen. He hand-cupped your face, the cool metal of the ring nice as he shifted closer, leaving a small gap for you to make the final push to kiss him. Just a few more inches and then -

Pain. A sharp burning pain on your pinky finger.

You jerk back, trying to examine what happened. Your cigarette slipped while you were distracted and the glowing embers of the end dropped only to land on your pinky.

“Shit. Sorry,” you apologize, letting out a nervous huff of a laugh while holding up your burn. The Marquis was unreadable, hand withdrawn. Does he think you rejected him?

He reaches for your wrist and you let him take it. Slowly he brings your hand up to the outdoor lamp to inspect your burn. The stinging has subsided but you are sure the flesh is a bit swollen.

With his free hand, he takes the offending cigarette and brings it to his lips. You can't help but stare, cigarette burns long forgotten as you watch him take a deep inhale, before exhaling over your head, so no smoke blows in your face. Part of you regret not making the final push to kiss him, while another hopes he takes another puff.

Vincent brings your cigarette down to examine it in better lighting before placing it back in your hand, still firmly in his grasp.

“It is not a well-rolled cigarette. It is too tight.”

There it is you think. The classic Vincent snark. But you secretly hope he rolls one so you can watch his hands and watch him smoke it.

“You don’t have to smoke it.”

“I just wanted to give you this.” He reaches into his suitcoat pocket, retrieving a white envelope. His hands brush yours while you grab it.

You know his handwriting from the time with him in the map room, and you could easily tell he wrote your name on the front.

“Thank you?” you weren't sure what was inside but you were being all the things he described you as.

“I will go, and let you read it.”

You watch him leave, thoughts racing too fast to try and save the situation.

Do you call out after him? Does he think you rejected him? Maybe not because he still gave you the envelope.

You ash your cigarette before collecting your things and going back to your office. Maybe things would make more sense there.

Taglist: @heartrot666

#ONCE AGAIN ITS DONE !!!!! wooohoooooo #marquis de gramont x reader #marquis de gramont #marquis vincent de gramont x reader #Vincent de Gramont x reader #john wick movie x reader

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l-r-christian · 2 years

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May I request a fic were reader is the older sister of the Mikaelsons and is married to Carlisle Cullen? Like it is just after Hayley gave birth to Hope and instead of sending her away with Rebekah, Elijah takes Hayley up to Forks where Reader lives to protect Hope? May I also ask for cute Elijah and Camille moments?

Oh I love this idea

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Protective!Reader, Carlisle just simpin his wife, Y/N and Carlisle being love sick fools, cute baby Hope, Jealous!Hayley

Elijah knew Hayley would be upset bit it was to protect Hope as Klaus said they needed to get the youngest out of the city. Rebekah suggested their older sister which Hayley wasn't aware there was an older Mikaelson and Elijah agreed to take Hope there with Hayley coming with him.

Y/N Mikaelson was the twin sister of Finn and a powerful Heretic that had rained her rage on the Scooby gang when Finn and Kol was killed. Elijah had to call her husband Carlisle Cullen a vampire doctor and lucky them that he calmed his wife.

"So your older sister?"

"Twin of Finn and married a back in 1919, New Orleans. Dr. Carlisle Cullen surprisingly stood his own against Niklaus, Kol and Finn when we first heard of their relationship."

"Oh....she lives in Forks Washington? Why?" Hayley asked as they pulled up to a beautiful home. It was quiet and peaceful as Hayley started to get why the eldest Original may have chosen to settle down here.

"The family would have stood out in New Orleans." Elijah says holding Hope as Hayley was quick to take the baby. They stepped up to the house and before Elijah could even knock the door was opened and two young women threw themselves into his arms.

"Hello to you too Rosalie, Alice." Elijah says calmly to his adopted nieces as it was always like this when the others would visit, Rosalie and Alice would throw themselves at Elijah as they adored their adopted uncle.

"Elijah?" Elijah smiled hearing his sister's soft motherly voice and looked seeing Y/N standing on the steps. Hayley swallowed seeing how beautiful Y/N was like all of the Mikaelsons, she had long dark hair and hazel green eyes dressed in a long sleeved dress.

"Hello sister."

"Come here." Y/N says as Elijah stepped forward leaning into his sister's touch when she cupped Elijah's face looking him over. Hayley had never seen Elijah melt so quickly in someone's touch before and Y/N had them come in.

"Uncle! You brought a baby?" Emmett said as Esme placed some tea down while Hayley noticed they were vampires and a heart beat had her looking at Y/N.

"I understand you are going to have a little one of your own but please Hope needs protection." Elijah says gently taking Hope from Hayley and handling the infant to his sister.

"Of course my dear Elijah, we can watch over our little Mikaelson." Y/N said gently smiling down at Hope as Elijah smiled never seen his sister so happy not since the death of Kol and Finn.

"Uncle let me show you and...."

"I'm Hayley." Hayley said as Alice smiled brightly showing them the guestrooms when Y/N handed Hope back to her mother.

Hayley woke to the smell of breakfast being made and the sounds of playful flirting coming from the kitchen. Hayley went down stairs seeing Elijah feeding Hope while Y/N was being cuddled by her husband.

"Are you sure this is alright?"

"Of course Elijah." Carlisle says pulling away from his wife pressing a kiss on her temple before stepping over to Elijah.

"Goodmorning Hayley." Y/N says with a smile and placed a plate down for Hayley as Carlisle was checking Hope over making sure she was healthy. That morning Hayley and Elijah had to let go of Hope but knew they'll see the baby girl again.

It was early morning when Carlisle found his wife holding their niece as the sunrise shine though the window singing a lullaby in Icelandic. Carlisle felt his breathing hitch finding Y/N just gorgeous holding Hope and he couldn't wait to see her holding their child.

"My sweet girl, so innocent. I will protect you Always and Forever." Y/N whispered kissing Hope's forehead and Carlisle walked up warping his arms around her waist feeling the small baby bump. Y/N smiled kissing Carlisle lightly as he turned looking at a sleeping Hope gently rubbing her round cheek.

"She is a quiet one."

"She takes after Elijah, when we were children Elijah was a quiet baby. Always clinging to Finn and I."

"You speak of Elijah with such fondness."

"I must admit, Elijah is my favorite. Do not let my other siblings know." Y/N says as Carlisle chuckled nodding kissing his wife.

Y/N smiled hearing Hope's joyful laugher as Emmett played with the baby along with Jasper. The young vampire's took to Hope well and were protective of the baby and of course the wolves hear about it. Y/N sat in a circle of candles chanting to keep the barrier up around the house until a shock hit her making the Heretic cry out and her daughters were quick to her side.

"Mom?! Are you okay?"

"N..n..no. I need to call Elijah." Y/N said standing trembling having felt string magic reach out to her.

"No need uncle is here with a friend." Rosalie said as Y/N headed out seeing Elijah speaking with a blonde woman and Y/N smirked seeing Elijah cup the woman's cheek.

"You well be safe here Camille and I will return for you and Hope." Elijah says rubbing Camille's cheek as she blushed looking into his eyes getting lost.

"I'm sure me and your sister will get along fine."

"I know we will." Y/N said watching the two pull away quickly, Elijah was flushing looking away coughing as Camille was blushing badly. Carlisle chuckled leaning Camille inside as Y/N smiled at Elijah.

"Please watch over Camille, Esther is after her to get to me."

"Of course. That explains the magic back lash I felt earlier. Camille will be safe here as if our mother shows her face, I will kill her."

"I know sister." Elijah says understanding as Esther and her oldest never got along reasons Y/N wouldn't tell her baby siblings.

"So you and Elijah?" Y/N asked Camille that night making the human blush as the Heretic was making dinner as her husband and children were out feeding. Hope was in a baby swing sleeping as the women talked.

"Yes but Hayley also likes Elijah and I am pretty sure he would prefer her over me."

"No, Elijah likes you. I see the way he looks at you much like how my beloved Carlisle looks at me."

"Like what?"

"Unconditional love." Y/N says making Camille's heart skip a beat and watched as Carlisle had swooped in kissing his wife. Y/N giggled reaching up wiping the corner of Carlisle's mouth seeing drops of blood watching his pupils dilate when she licked it off her thumb.

"You little minx." Carlisle growled leaning in to kiss her roughly but his wife stopped him by covering his mouth with her hand.

"Carlisle we have a guest." Y/N say squeaking when he nipped her fingers as he leaned to her ear holding her hips.

"I'll get you back tonight."

"Looking for it Dr.Cullen."

Y/N held Hope as Camille sat next to the Heretic watching the boys wrestle as the family was out enjoying a picnic in the sun. Rosalie and Alice sat with their mother and Camille on the blanket while Hope laughed grabbing at the flowers. It was sudden as Camille jumped suddenly holding Hope behind Emmett, Jasper and Edward. Carlisle looked worried at his wife feeling her magic spark as a woman stepped out.

"Hayley! You scared us have to death!"

"She meant no harm sister." Finn's voice reached his twins ears as tears filled her eyes rushing to hug him as Hayley went to get Hope while Mikaelsons reunited. Y/N cupped Finn's face smiling as she cried and Finn smiled.

"Missed me too big sis?" Kol said getting smother with a hug from his sister as the rest of family happily joined the affection. Elijah stepped over to Camille smiling surprised when the human looped her arm though his as it warmed his heart not seeing Hayley's jealous stare.

"Are you sure sister?"

"Yes stay, relax. You all need a break besides you can bond with your daughter Niklaus." Y/N says as Klaus sighed looking over seeing his adopted nephews trying to take Kol down, Elijah standing with Camille talking with Esme as Rebekah and Finn caught up with the girls. Klaus knew sister was right and nodded hugging her getting a hug back.

"So Elijah and Camille?" Rebekah whispered to Y/N as they both watched Elijah and Camille talk as they sat on the deck.

"Yes I have been talking our dear brother up to miss Camille."

"Ma! Edward is bringing a girl home!" Emmett shouted from the front door and even though Y/N was three months pregnant she moved quickly. Edward had Emmett in a head lock as Jasper laughed walking by pressing a kiss on their mother's head as he passed.

"Who is she Edward?"

"No one mother."

"Her name is Bella Swan." Alice says clapping as Y/N smiled brightly taking Edward up to the living room making him groan listening to his mother talk. Of course Elijah joined in making Camille laugh behind her hand watching an old vampire act like the teenage boy he was.

"Young Edward, I hope you have been a gentleman?"

"Yes uncle."

Hayley watched feeling jealous seeing Camille dance with Elijah with her head on Elijah's chest as they slowed dance. Alice, Rosalie and Rebekah had planed a baby shower for Y/N and Carlisle and Elijah took it as a chance to show Camille his feelings. Y/N sat with her husband squealing quietly gripping Carlisle's arm.

"Darling calm yourself."

"I can't help it. They are so cute." Y/N said watching Camille shyly kiss Elijah's jaw making him smile placing a kiss on the corner of Camille's mouth. Camille's face exploded with blush hiding her face in Elijah's chest as he chuckled kissing her head.

"Out did yourself, sister." Klaus says sitting next to Y/N holding Hope smirking watching Elijah and Camille.

"I just want Elijah happy and Camille would be good for him." Y/N said smirking as Klaus chuckled while Hope bounced in hid lap. The family enjoyed the peace and quiet that they hadn't had in long before whatever new danger showed it's ugly head.

#L.R writes #carlisle cullen x reader #carlisle cullen imagine #mikaelson x reader #camilijah #elijah mikaelson imagine #Klaus Mikaelson imagine #cullen family x reader

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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*Wednesday is subjective and can last up to 36 hours due to insomnia. Wednesday starts on Wednesday and ends when the author passes out sometime later.

The Rules + Notes

Only Malec prompts accepted

It’s okay to prompt another chapter for an existing fic, even the oneshots. There is a chance i won’t be able to or want to fill it, but i’m always willing to consider. Just be polite.

I write a lot of dark stuff, so feel free to specify if you want to avoid something or want something specific.

I really do enjoy just the fun of building a fic from a single word, but I’m also happy to try and tackle any longer and more complex prompts.

If your prompt isn’t filled the week it’s sent it, I’m still going to write it. I always respond to an ask to explain why I won’t fill it if I’m not going to.

If I can’t/wont fill a prompt, I’ll post it and explain and say it’s okay to send another.

prompts are only open on writing wednesdays or if i specify otherwise (this was changed because of how many prompts i get easy wednesday and thats the specific prompt day)

feel free to ask me if i've got your prompt but please know it sometimes takes time to get to all of them and I write verses based on the mood I’m in

I don’t post all of my fic fills to ao3 but I do try to do about half of them. Posting takes a lot of spoons and I generally end up adding more to the fics when I post them so it takes a bit.

I want it very clear that I do this because it’s fun and healthy for me and everyone who prompts is super sweet and I don’t do it to get feedback from prompters (but I always enjoy it)! It's really just worth it to me for the expression of shared art. Because I wouldn’t write half of the fun stories I love creating and exploring without the prompts from others to tickle my thoughts.

However, my partner and I are very protective about my mental health and I have social anxiety to the degree that I sometimes still need my handheld after strangers talk to me so I don't go rolling into a blanketball and scream.

If you are rude, I will sic my boyfriend @saeths (who is an asshole) on you and they will happily come down like a blistering gust of burning wind from an out of control wildfire. Seriously, they think it’s fun to fuck with people and they’re very protective. {i have npd and a lack of acceptable targets -saeth}

They would enjoy it, except the part where it made me upset.

So don’t make me upset and I won’t set saeth on anyone.

Also saeth and i tend to flirt in posts on our blogs back and forth. so if you don’t want to see that because you’re here for fics and want to avoid it the tag is always ‘saeth & kitten’

- Lumine

The Author likes to write

darkly!soft romance

magical realism & magical flora and fauna

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (3DNE)

Magnus/Cat/Ragnor friendship

Exploring the eldritch and angelic natures of nephilim and the fallen divinity of greater demons

Alec’s Institute and shadowhunters being competent

creature!character fics

soulmates

The Author won't write

non-con/rape

cheating

major character death

hurt no comfort

sad endings

any main pairing besides malec

mpreg/kidfic

camille centric fics

non-magical mundane/shadowhunters inverted au’s

Verse List (under cut)

this eldritch delight – soft-horror malec (Alec is the Trueblood heir, Addams Inspired)

star eater – sentient!shadow Alec Trueblood au

the agony of living – chronic!pain alec

Elysiums Tears – Alec is cursed with visions of the future(s)

all your cracks I’ll paint gold – deruned Alec

the bonds i'd break – all your cracks i'll paint gold au

in his wake, petals fall – Alec loves flowers and Magnus loves indulging him

cider verse – Alec and Magnus are in a secret relationship since before canon

pray to the hunters – Alec worships dead shadowhunters instead of Raziel

the price of lust – Manipulative dark Magnus

a stolen blade – assassin!alec au soulmates

dressed to kill – mob!wife Alec

flames of triumph – Phoenix Magnus & unicorn Alec

ripples of magic – Sentient Institute & wards

in the light of the night – Alec hunts circle members to feed the angelic core

the core of me belongs to you – Alec is the institute

rituals & souls – Magnus summons an alec for himself after meeting the possibility of him

to find, to yield – power imbalance, dominion magic

the frost of fury – competent Alec takes no shit in his institute

to break with fate – the circle wins

all my fears forgotten – alec has amnesia

like real people do – dragon!alec

saint & sinners – shadowhunter!magnus & mentor/mentee

hoarfrost kiss on lips aflame – nephilim are more eldritch than mundane and it presents in the most chilling of ways

heartbeat like fire – sentinel!magnus & guide!alec

spoils of war – Alec is a political hostage disguised as a groom

devotion across worlds – Alec Trueblood (sentient shadows) is summoned to another universe and mistaken as an angel

marriage of inconvenience – Magnus marries Alec to save him from marrying Clary

running from my dreams – alec has to work through past trauma when the Institute is poisoned

walls of adoration, claws of desperation – Magnus and Alec are pre-canon secret relationship. alec is older in this fic, he's 7 years older than izzy and was raised by trueblood grandparents

bleed for desire – Magnus is king of the east coast and happily steps in to take care of newly born vampire Alec

art of obsession – au of bleed for desire (instead alec ends up falling into Edom and Magnus decides to keep him there for a bit and go on vacation for a bit)

your heart is full of jewels – alec is mistaken by mundanes as a sugar baby

an extension of you – alec is known as belonging to magnus' and that means something for downworlders

not all that glitters is gold – dragon!magnus with a lot of kink and monsterfucking

for you the world will burn – maryse isn't a good person, but she is a good mother and that is sometimes the more dangerous combinations

finders keepers – alec ends up in another universe and that magnus decides to keep him

feral sweetness, like honeycomb – incompetent shadowhunter and Alec deals with them and Magnus is there watching *its how they meet

soulfire – magnus summons another magnus bane to help him save his soulmate. magnus/alec/magnus

flames so cold they shatter – alec gets the lightwood family gift and remains the lightwood heir... and the only lightwood left

to tremble from your gaze – BDSM verse, dom!magnus and sub!alec

the craft of adoration– alec manipulates his way into magnus' arms

the most fragile of poisons – magnus pretends to be a damsel in distress, aka enjoying overprotective alec

undertow – kelpie!alec au with accidental courtship and BDSM

the treasure of kings – alec and magnus aren't impressed to find that lilith's son takes after his mother (aka wants to bang a lightwood)

the same sky – malec time travel to back a few years before canon, both of them

a warlock's hoard – a/b/o universe, omega/omega malec

to be or knot to be – a/b/o universe, alpha/alpha malec (look it was punny, i couldn't knot use it)

the worth of a life – asmodeus asks for the parabatai bond instead of magnus' magic to save jace

the desecration of souls – lilith has a claim to alec as her son thanks to valentine's experiments

the bonds i'd break – au of 'all your cracks i'll paint gold' where alec takes a chance and steal leaves nephilim/shadowhunter society but keeps his runes

guided by my unchained heart – alec resigns from the institute when jace is made hoti and goes to magnus

the taste of his magic – dragon!alec and magnus (he can shift into a cat) meet because alec can't keep his claws off of magnus' garden

(i'm trying to add some stuff but saeth will come back and fix it!)

#malec #shadowhunters #prompt request #writing wednesday #long post #request rules #art by saeth #lumine writes #lumine rants about words #writing wednesdays

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that-sarcastic-optimist · 2 months

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I don't knwo if you've heard of this, but on instagram, there are a lot of people doing those kind of trigger!people video skits, like pick-me girls and toxic girl best friends, guys who think every one wants to date them, etc etc. Anyway, i w as watching one of those for 'work wives' and i would love to see a kc drabble based on that if youre still taking requests! like klaus/caroline getting all jealous when they see teh other getting flirted with. thanks!

Hi, nonnie! I have seen one or two that have popped up on my feed, but I've never really given thought to that as a klaroline drabble up till now! You're right, this made for a great idea, hope you like it!

xxx

Caroline smiled at Klaus’s assistant, who grinned back tiredly. “Hey, Caroline. Surprise visit?”

“Yeah,” she said, holding up the bag of sushi she had picked up. “Thought I'd pop by for lunch.”

“He’s in a meeting, but he’ll be done in five minutes, do you want to wait inside?”

“Sure.”

“I'll just put a call for him through, and you—”

“Sophie, call Klaus and tell him to meet for lunch,” said a snotty voice beside her, and Caroline stiffened. She turned her head to see a tall blonde woman leaning over Sophie’s desk, watching her as she raised an eyebrow.

“Um, actually, Camille, Caroline here was going to meet Klaus for lunch, she’s going to wait inside—”

The woman whipped her head around to look at Caroline, narrowing her eyes. “Who are you?”

“I'm the wife of the man you demanded to meet for lunch, who are you?” Caroline snapped.

The woman laughed. “Oh, you're the wife.”

The wife? Excuse her.

She smiled. “Sorry, I've never seen you here before. I nearly forgot Klaus was married.”

Oh, she did, did she? How convenient.

The woman continued blithely. “It’s just that, we meet every single day, and though he talks about you, I've never seen your face.”

This woman was clearly stupid and blind. If she met Klaus every day how had she not noticed the photos of her on his desk?

“Who are you?” Caroline repeated, cutting her off.

“Oh, my name is Camille. Klaus hasn’t mentioned me? I'm what the people call his,” Camille winked, causing Caroline’s blood to boil, “work wife.”

“Literally no one calls you that, Camille,” Sophie droned monotonously, her eyes fixed on the computer screen before her.

Camille gritted her teeth and turned back to Caroline. “Like I said,” she smiled. “Work wife. We have lunch every single day, but it’s…nice, that you’ve popped by. Gives us the chance to get to know each other.”

Oh, like hell was she going to eat lunch with this bitch. Caroline was going kill her if she had to spend more time with her.

“Actually, this was going to be like a date thing.” Caroline smiled at her, the same fake smile she had perfected during her years as cheerleading captain in high school.

Camille’s smile turned brittle. “Oh, don’t worry, Klaus and I have a few things to discuss anyway, we’ll be done soon. This is important, I'm sure you understand.”

Um, no, she does not fucking understand. What was the bitch’s problem?

“Mr Mikaelson!” Sophie called out, her tone relieved. “Thank god you're—I mean, your wife is here.”

“I can see that, Sophie, thank you.” Klaus’s smile is broad, and he walks over to where she’s standing briskly, leaning down to give her a long kiss. “Hello, love,” he grinned. “Fancy meeting you here. Can't say I'm disappointed. I have missed you.”

Caroline’s annoyance melted at his adoring smile. “So did I. So I brought lunch, hope that’s okay. I finished my reports and my boss told me to go home since I've logged more hours than I have to for the week.”

“My wife, ever the overachiever,” Klaus teased, kissing her on the lips once again. “I'd love to have lunch, my meeting just ended—”

“Actually, Klaus, we have those reports to get to, remember?” Camille’s snotty voice tore her out of her happiness bubble, and before she could retort, Klaus turned to her, placing his hand on the small of Caroline’s back.

“We can get to those later, Camille, I haven’t seen Caroline in ages, I want to have lunch with her.”

“I can stay, if that’s what you want. We can get those done faster anyway.”

“Later, Camille.” Klaus’s tone booked no argument and Caroline couldn’t resist flashing Camille the smuggest look she could muster up as she and Klaus turned around and walked into his office.

“I'm so sorry I don’t have much time, but it’s lovely to see you, sweetheart, and I intent to make the mo—”

Caroline cut him off with a swift kiss, standing on her tiptoes and giggling against his lips when he made a surprised sound. “That was nice,” he said dazedly when she pulled away, walking over to his desk to perch herself up on it as she opened the cartons of takeout, sliding one over to him as he sat down in his chair. “Any occasion?”

Caroline scoffed. “Do I need an occasion to make out with my very hot husband?”

Klaus smirked. “I suppose not. Is there, however?”

“No,” Caroline replied, affronted. “Who’s the bitch who keeps flirting with you?” came the mumbled addition after five seconds.

Klaus looked at her, amused. “Ah. You met Camille.”

“Hell yeah, I met Camille,” Caroline muttered, stabbing her sushi with a chopstick. “She called herself your work wife. What the fuck is that?”

Klaus sighed. “I honestly don’t know why she keeps calling herself that, no one calls her that. Besides, you don’t need to get upset, I only have one wife, whom I love very much,” he added, winking at Caroline.

Caroline couldn’t resist the small smile that spread across her face at his statement, and looked down into the box to hide her blush. “You eat lunch with her every day?” She couldn’t help but ask, hating that her voice sounded so small.

Klaus smiled, stood up and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Caroline, sweetheart, there’s absolutely nothing to worry about. Camille’s just a colleague.”

“I know that, I trust you!” Caroline protested. “It’s just that…she gets to see you for so long every day, and I only see you when you get home and in the morning—”

“And I miss you every day. And I eat lunch with a big group of people, love, not just her. She’s just being petty because she likes me.”

Caroline scoffed, shoving him lightly. “You're so full of yourself.”

“Not to worry, I do like it when you become jealous,” Klaus said cheerfully.

Caroline narrowed her eyes. “I'm not jealous.”

“Like I said, love, it’s very entertaining. And arousing,” he added shamelessly, coughing when she kicked him lightly under the table.

Caroline hummed. “Oops.”

Klaus shook his head amusedly. “The things I let you get away with.”

“Because you love me.”

“That I do, so very much,” he sighed, kissing her shoulder.

xxx

Hope you liked it!

#klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #klaus x caroline #klaroline #klaroline drabbles #camille o'connell bashing #klaroline fics

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ks-dreams-fantasies · 7 months

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TEACH ME PT.2 - TRAVIS KELCE

a/n: I'm so glad you guys liked the first chapter, I really hope you enjoy the rest of this mini series 🥰

Warnings: Nothing much, first getting to know each other, some flirt hère and there

Words: 1,553 (Not proofread)

Pairing: Travis Kelce x Reader

Part 1

TEACH ME PT.2 - TRAVIS KELCE

’’Stop doubting yourself, you look great Y/N. Now hurry up or we’re never going to make it’’ Camille said chuckling at your nervousness. She had seen you try half of the items you had in your closet to find the perfect outfit for the occasion.

You listened to her, grabbing your bag as well as the gift you had wrapped for Wyatt before heading out the door. You were so grateful when Kylie told you, you could bring a plus one to the party, you felt relieved to be able to bring your best friend with you to calm you down a little.

It was just a kid’s birthday party but the fact that Travis was going to be there had your mind racing with anticipation.

You entered the lively scene of the Kelce’s backyard, amidst the laughter and chatter, a tall figure caught your attention the moment you arrived. You locked eyes for a second before tiny hands reached for you.

‘’Miss Y/N, you came.’’ Wyatt said hugging your leg tightly as you chuckled ‘’Is it for me?’’ she asked pointing at the gift box in your hands. ‘’It is. Happy birthday little one. Where can I put this?’’ you asked her, referring to the box in your hand.

‘’I’ll take care of it.’’ A deep voice said before you looked up to meet a pair of mesmerizing blue ones. ‘’Oh thank you.’’ You handed him the present before replacing a strand of hair behind your ear.

‘’I'm glad you could make it," Travis greeted, his smile sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

‘’Me too’’ you responded blushing slightly before you remembered your best friend. ‘’You remember Camille?’’

‘’We met briefly, it’s nice to see you again, I’m Travis.’’ He said reaching for her hand. ‘’Oh, I know.’’ She responded as she looked at you with a smirk before meeting his eyes again ‘’great to meet you too.’’ She said shaking his hand in return.

You soon got interrupted by Jason and Kylie, greeting you and offering you a drink. They had done an amazing job at decorating the backyard. The garden was transformed into a whimsical wonderland, with every detail carefully curated to bring Wyatt’s dreams to life. It was a pastel wonderland, giant balloon arches everywhere, banners with her name on it and a big inflatable bouncy castle. There was a dessert table and an open bar for the adults.

As the day progressed, you and Travis gravitated towards each other. You exchanged stories about your own childhoods and discussed Wyatt’s potential. Laughter flowed easily, and conversation felt like second nature. It was as if you had known each other for years.

Hours passed like minutes, and soon it was time for the cake-cutting ceremony. Wyatt insisted that you stand close to her. You felt a sense of belonging that was rare to find outside of your classroom.

‘’You know Wyatt was so happy that you came today, she really adores you, actually she won’t stop talking about you.’’ Travis remarked.

‘’I have something to admit, but if I tell you… you have to promise me not to tell anyone.’’ You said a playful glint in your eyes. ‘’Anything for you’’ he said getting closer to you.

You looked up to him and got on your tiptoes trying to get closer to his ear. ‘’Wyatt might be my favorite, but I’m not supposed to admit that.’’ You said leaning back and smiling at him. Your breath tickled his neck, creating small goosebumps on his skin. He brushed it off chuckling at you. ‘’You’re secret his safe with me.’’

As the evening sun cast a warm golden hue over the backyard, Travis invited you to take a walk in the neighborhood which you agreed to. You both strolled along the winding path, the soft rustle of leaves accompanying your conversation. The easy banter and shared laughter made the world seem lighter, more vibrant.

"You know, Miss Y/N, spending time with you makes me wish I had a teacher like you back in the day," Travis admitted with a grin. "I might've actually enjoyed school."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his playful remark. "Well, you know, it's never too late to start learning something new."

He flashed a charming smile, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "Maybe you could be my personal tutor, then. I've always wanted to learn a second language."

You raised an eyebrow, feigning contemplation. "I suppose I could make an exception for a dedicated student like yourself."

The flirtatious undertone was unmistakable, yet it danced around the edges of propriety. It was a delicate balance, one that left you feeling both exhilarated and cautious.

As the conversation flowed, Travis shared anecdotes about his football career, often finding ways to slip in compliments about your intelligence and warmth.

‘’You really like football uh?’’ you asked him playfully but in awe at how dedicated he sounded.

‘’It really is my life. There’s nothing like the adrenaline of stepping on the field, people chanting your name and having fun with your teammates. I just know I was made for this…’’ he said daydreaming, ‘’sorry, I’m ranting.’’

‘’No, no it’s fine, I love hearing you talk about your passion and your career, it sounds pretty fun actually.’’ ‘’Yeah?’’ he asked surprised, you nodded.

‘’Well, you should come see me play sometimes’’ he said walking slowly, looking right at you. ‘’I would love that.’’ You said with confidence, the action surprising you more than it surprised him. You had been walking for 45 minutes and came back to the front of the house without even realizing it.

You went back into the backyards, enjoying the rest of the evening with the other guests. It was now time to head out with Camille, you scanned the room for Travis and Wyatt and saw them laughing loudly near the photobooth area. He had her in his arms, to take photos and he had opted for a little pink wig to make her laugh.

‘’Take it off’’ ‘’Why do I have to take it off?’’ he asked his niece, ‘’Because I don’t like it.’’ ‘’You don’t like it? I thought you said you wanted dad to have pink hair.’’ She leaned in, pointing at his head, ‘’Yeah, but I don’t want you to have pink hair.’’

‘’Why can’t I have pink hair?’’ he asked her, looking offended, ‘’Because you’re naughty and you’re sneaky.’’ You chuckled at their conversation making Travis turn around to look at you with a smile on his face, pulling off the wig from his head.

‘’Can you believe that?’’ he said fake gasping at what Wyatt said to him. ‘’That your naughty and sneaky? Actually, yeah, I believe that’’ you said smirking back at him. He laughed pulling you closer into his chest so that the photographer could take a couple pictures of the three of you. You blushed at the proximity of his body against yours. You could feel his arm snake around your waist, as he smiled at the camera, Wyatt in his arms and you by his side.

Camille was staring at the both of you from where she stood, talking with Jason and Kylie.

‘’He won’t shut up about her since they met earlier this week’’ Jason admitted making your best friend chuckled quietly. ‘’Well, he made a good first impression, she was so nervous before coming here today.’’ They all laughed. ‘’I mean they look good together.’’ Kylie added before you joined them.

‘’Thank you so much for the wonderful day, it was really fun.’’ You said, before hugging Wyatt’s parents. ‘’The pleasure was ours, Wyatt was so happy her favorite teacher could come, and she loved the gift you picked for her.’’ Kylie said smiling widely at you.

‘’I’ll walk you out’’ he said before you both followed Camille as she got in the driver seat leaving you and Travis outside the car. You were about to open your mouth to say your goodbyes when Travis beat you to hit.

‘’Listen, I won’t beat around the bush, I had a good day with you, and I find you so beautiful and kind and … and I’d like to take you out.’’ You gulped slowly. You had an amazing day too, but you couldn’t help but wonder if you were ready, ready for something new. You hadn’t gone on a date in forever, and the last time you opened up to a guy, he broke your heart. You could hear Camille’s voice in your head, screaming at you to go out with the man. You couldn't deny the magnetic pull between you and Travis and the undeniable chemistry that seemed to swirl around you both.

‘’I’m sorry, forget it, I… I just thought we had a connection today and…’’ he rushed in response to your long silence before you cut him up rapidly.

‘’No, no … I would love to. I’m sorry I just wasn’t expecting you to ask me out’’ you laughed quietly ‘’but I would love to go out with you’’ As you bid each other goodbye and exchanged numbers, there was a charged moment of unspoken attraction. The world seemed to hold its breath as you parted ways, leaving you with a feeling that the story between the both of you was far from over.

To Be Continued

Taglist : @kkrenae @spencerreidisbootiful @nabiiturner @ilove-tswizzle

Part 3

#travis kelce #travis kelce nfl #kelce x reader #travis kelce imagine #travis kelce x reader #travis kelce fic #nfl imagine #nfl fic

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rere-the-writer · 2 years

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I love your blog 💕✊

could you please write a smut between dom! elijah, dom!hayley and sub!reader. maybe with a praise kink and a really shy reader 💕 please

We got two in one boys so here we go. Now I don't normally write for Hayley but I liked this idea

Warnings: Fluff, Smut 18+, Hair pulling, use of toys, Oral (F receiving), use of a safe word, BDSM undertones, Elijah and Hayley getting protective, Elijah and Hayley being the best Doms, shy bean Reader

It was a cool night as Klaus had thrown a ball to try and reach peace with the other Factions which Elijah didn't trust knowing Klaus. Elijah stood by Hayley both watching you stand at the bar waiting for a glass of water.

"She is gorgeous tonight." Hayley says eyes going over your figure as Elijah smirked.

"Yes Rebekah out did herself." Elijah said also looking over your figure. Rebekah had showed up at your door earlier that afternoon to get you ready knowing full well you would try and stay home.

You were placed in a beautiful champagne colored dress that was off the shoulders and backless. Your hair done up and makeup carefully done with the prefect for your Doms. Both Elijah and Hayley had already been dating but wanted something more and Camille suggested a BDSM club when they met you a shy human dragged to the club by a friend of yours.

"Hello there beautiful." You were snapped out of your thoughts seeing an unknown vampire smirking at you. It surprised you that someone was flirting you as everyone around you knew how possessive both Elijah and Hayley were of you.

"Hum....hi?" You say nervous looking around thinking the vampire mistaken you for a different woman. You jumped when the vampire leaning against the bar counter undressing you with his eyes.

"So you lost babygirl?" The vampire said smirking his tone making you bristle in a instant as you were feeling uncomfortable. You swallowed stepping back and doing the one thing you could think of as you felt your fight or flight triggered.

"Lavander." You mumbled your safe word and right away both Elijah and Hayley heard it. The vampire jumped surprised to see Elijah and Hayley both staring him down. Hayley wrapped her arm around you letting you hide in her arms while Elijah glared harshly at the vampire.

"Trying to touch what isn't yours?" Elijah questioned as Hayley kiss your temple moving to take you upstairs leaving Elijah to deal with the vampire.

"Hey babe look at me." Hayley said softly cupping your face as you did as Hayley said seeing a soft look on her face. When it came to your Doms, Hayley was the softest of the two as Elijah dealt out punishments.

"You did good by calling for me and Elijah." Hayley praised you as a shiver ran down your back. Hayley pressed kisses along your neck praising you while taking off your dress and undoing your hair.

"Starting with out me, my loves?" Elijah teased closing the door then took off his suit jacket and tie getting a drink. You watched Elijah sit down in a chair with a glass of bourbon in hand.

"Watching tonight?"

"I join in a moment but I think our little bunny deserves a reward." Elijah says as you flushed shying away but Hayley gently got you onto the bed. You swallowed watching Elijah unzip Hayley's dress then her pulled out a box of toys.

"Take off your underwear babe. Pick a safe word." Hayley says kissing you gently as you undressed completely and got shy as Hayley moved behind you speading your legs for Elijah to see.

"Dagger Ma'am." You breathed shuttering feeling Hayley's hands move along your thighs as Elijah watched with darkening eyes. Hayley grabbed Elijah's favorite vibrator to use on you making you moan loudly when Hayley had pressed a vibrator against your clit as she left marks on your neck.

"We are going to see how many times you can cum tonight babe. As Elijah says you deserve a reward." Hayley says sultry in your ear as you cried out arching when Hayley pressed two fingers into your aching center.

"She is soaked Elijah."

"I can see that " Elijah baritone voice reached your ears making you grind against Hayley's fingers trembling as the vibrator was moved along your clit. Hayley smirked feeling you squeeze her fingers as she curled them pulling a loud moan from you as you cummed.

"Such a good girl, go on clean off my fingers." Hayley says holding her fingers up to your mouth as you obediently open your mouth. Elijah sat his drink down and moved to the edge on of the bed lifting your legs over his shoulders diving between your thighs. You moaned around Hayley's fingers as she kissed your neck with her other hand cupped your breast.

"Such a good girl. You are doing so well." Hayley whispered in your ear as your hands gripped Elijah's hair pulling it making him growl against you. You were shaking tears rolling down your face moaning as Hayley bit your neck and both of your Doms smirked watching you cum hard.

"Look at you, little bunny. Out of breath and flushed." Elijah cooed cupping your cheek wiping a tear away leaning over kissing Hayley both pulling away hearing you weakly moan as you came again due to Hayley accidentally pressing the vibrator against you.

"Oh babe I'm sorry." Hayley said as your chest heaved kissing her neck forgiving her. Elijah pulled away undressing getting both your and Hayley's attention and you swallowed flushing when Elijah settled between your legs.

"Think you can take all of me thime?" Elijah asked kissing between your breast hearing your heart racing. You had yet to take all of Elijah leaving him to fuck Hayley instead as he never wants to overwhelm you.

"Yes Sir." You squeaked feeling Hayley behind you with a strap on pressing against you also. Hayley smirked leaning forward kissing your neck.

"Babe, we are going to fill your every hole. Safe word?"

"Dagger...Ma'am." You whimpered feeling nervous hiding your face in Elijah's neck as they both picked up on it right away.

"Bunny, you don't have to if you feel like you can't." Elijah reassured you as you pulled back looking at Elijah kissing him.

"I want to try...Sir." that was all it took before you found yourself sandwiched between your lovers. You moaned loudly arching as pleasure flooded you and true to Hayley's word, your holes were indeed filled.

"Such a messy girl. Here I thought my little bunny was a good girl." Elijah said lowly as you could barely talk with both Elijah and Hayley moving in time with one another and Hayley having three fingers in your mouth. Elijah held your legs open smirking looking you over as you were indeed wreaked, tears falling down your face drooling around Hayley's fingers and your face flushed.

"God she looks so good like this." Hayley cooed her hips stuttering as she was close while you let out a muffled cry.

"That she does." Elijah cooed rubbing your clit with his thumb watching your eyes roll back and Hayley buried her face in your neck moaning as she came. Your orgasm hit you hard as you bit Hayley's fingers when you arched nails digging into Elijah's back. Elijah growled giving one last hard thrust following after you and Hayley.

"Babe? You alright?" Hayley asked you when you fell back against her chest breathing hard looking completely wreaked. You felt weak and hazy but managed to give Hayley a nod whimpering when Elijah pulled out.

"I'll start a bath, Hayley get her some water." Elijah says as they layed you down on the bed, Hayley got you a bottle water as Elijah started a bath. You woke against Elijah's chest in bed cleaned and dressed in Elijah's shirt while Hayley layed next to holding your hand.

"Hey there babe. You passed out on us."

"Sorry, Hayley." You whispered as Elijah pressed kisses on your neck arms wrapped around you. It was always like this with you three in bed you and Elijah being cuddles while Hayley liked sleeping on her own side just holding your or Elijah's hand.

"Don't apologize beloved. You did so well, you did better than I thought." Elijah said his tone husky from sleep as you grabbed Elijah's hand kissing it. Hayley leaned over kissing you gently and you three settle to sleep.

"I love you both."

"I love you too babe."

"I love you both more." Elijah said making you and Hayley laugh tirelessly knowing he always wanted to one up you both. You relaxed in Elijah's arms as Hayley moved closer falling while Elijah watched you both are awhile before sleeping hisself.

#rere's stories #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah x reader #elijah mikaelson fluff #elijah mikaelson smut #hayley marshall imagine #hayley marshall x reader

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klausysworld · 1 year

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Hi, if it isn’t too much to ask can you do a continuation of “You were with Cami” and/or “A life i do not deserve”? I just wanna see Miss Reader living her best life & Klaus groveling (maybe she takes him back maybe she doesn’t the important part is that she’s happy) (and hey if Klaus suffers that’s a bonus) it’s fine if you can’t! Please and thank you!

You were with cami pt 2

pt 1

(third person)

Klaus woke with a tight grip on a pillow instead of his lover. His head shot up as the memories from last night rushed to his head. He scrambled to sit up when he realised that y/n was gone from his hold. He looked to the clock to see it was only 4:30am, quickly he began searching the house, nearly ripping each door off the hinges as he yelled her name. Soon enough Elijah was in the room

“she’s not here! Where is she!?” Klaus was close to hysterical as his arms flew around the air, the entire room looked like a hurricane had come over it and Elijah had nothing but pity on his face

“last night… she mentioned that she would be gone before any of were to wake… we assumed it to be an empty, drunken threat but it would seem she was quite serious” Klaus’s rage grew as he watched his brother step back cautiously

“you knew she would leave? and none of you thought to tell me!? Rebekah! Kol!” All siblings stood apprehensively as he let out a laugh, the kind of laugh that signals something bad, a manic sort of laugh.

“Niklaus, perhaps some space is what she needs…she’ll return when she’s ready” that resulted in a table nearly hitting Elijah and Kol to run out of the room

“Jesus christ, What is wrong with you!? This is not our fault! You’re the one who had to go and Flirt your way around the town just because you’re so far up your own arse! I mean come on Klaus what did you think would happen? She’d come running to you with open arms?” Rebekah was getting right in his face, both she and Elijah expected him to scream, shove her, dagger her. But instead he remained silent for a moment before large uncontrolled tears began slipping down his face, confusion and panic washed over Rebekah as she hesitantly pat his shoulder in a sense of comfort, she was even more taken aback when he pulled in her for a hug, fully sobbing as she patted his back. Elijah made his way to put a hand on his brothers arm

“she’ll come back, she loves you” he whispered while looking into his heartbroken eyes. Niklaus shook his head rapidly against Rebekah’s shoulder

“she’s gonna hate me forever, i hurt her so bad” He chocked and Rebekah felt tears of her own sting at her eyes, she couldn’t help but feel her brothers pain, she understood the feeling of loosing someone you love.

They remained stood their quietly comforting Klaus until a phone rang, Klaus’s phone. He practically launched himself at it, only to be immensely disappointed when he saw if was Camille calling.

“what” was his response as he picked it up

“Klaus? Hey i need you to come to my apartment, i have something that you’ll want to see” her tone was seductive and it made him wince

“Camille i don’t want to see you ever again, don’t call” he replied simply and blocked her number. He handed his phone to Elijah before wiping his eyes and taking a deep breath with a roll of his shoulders

“i’m going out to find the love of my life, could you please compel someone to clean up the mess i made and can at least one of your stay here incase she returns. And can you keep my phone… i don’t think she’ll want to talk to me over the phone, its best i don’t call her” he then rushed out of the house, still in his clothes from yesterday, looking exhausted with his puffy, red eyes, pinker than usual nose from sniffling and his hair a state.

Klaus searched for her for weeks. Each time a witch sent him somewhere she was moving somewhere else. Your scent still faintly in the air as he sat in the apartment you had been staying in. Sometimes he managed to make it to the hotels she had been resting at before they had been cleaned, one time he went as far to turn into his wolf form and try to track her.

Each time he saw someone who looked just a tiny bit like her he practically chased the girl until realising it wasn’t her.

A few months later, he was still searching. He was mess, that much was obvious to anyone that saw him. The days he wasn’t looking for her, he was nearly passed out drunk, his art room remained trashed, Elijah realised that each time he had it cleaned it would only end up ruined a few days later anyways so he left it be. Y/n was the only thing that he would paint, draw, the only thing he though of, dreamt of. He needed her back. One night Klaus had been both drunk and high, the next day he woke locked inside a shopping centre with an extremely expensive engagement ring in his hand and apparently he’d left y/n 47 missed calls. But the thing that made him most angry at himself was that it said that she had picked up, there was a 19 minute call and he couldn’t remember any of it, but something in that call made him buy a ring. He knew that he had to find you or he would go completely mad.

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(first person)

It had left the Mikaelsons nearly 8 months ago. Since the i have traveled pretty much everywhere, one time Klaus had promised he would take me around the world but it turned out that he was always too busy, whether it be a different war he was the target of or a therapist that he was attached to.

i was very aware that he was looking for me, if not from him turning up wherever i was then because he told me himself. After ignoring or declining nearly 50 calls from him in one night i decided i may aswell hear him out.

“y/n?” he mumbled

“yeah…it’s me” i whispered, i heard a load of rustling before he spoke again

“i miss you so so much, can i come see you please?” his words were slurred and sluggish, he must’ve been past drunk.

“klaus…have you been drinking?” i heard him sigh and sniff lightly

“a little bit yeah” he whispered, suddenly a loud crowd of people must’ve walked past as i could hear loud muffled yelling

“sorry, i think i’m by a pub” he muttered once they were gone

“you think?” i asked slightly worried

“um..yea i am, i think i’m in um Australia maybe? I don’t know but it’s really hot out here and its like 5 AM, you aren’t here, you were supposed to be here” he was crying, my heart ached as he sobbed down the phone, whether he broke my heart or not, i still loved him and hearing his pain hurt me too.

“Klaus i think you need to get inside, the sun will be up soon, i don’t want you to throw up from the heat and alcohol okay?”

“i wonder if my skin would still burn… did you know i’m a vampire and a werewolf? i heal like so fast, i can run fast too, i’ve been like this for so long” i laughed inwardly to myself as he rambled about his abilities as though it were brand new information

“do you enjoy being like this?” i asked, when he stayed silent for a few minutes i called him name

“i don’t know… sometimes maybe, but right now i just want to be human, i wish i could just live with you in a normal house, with our own little family. We would have a girl and a boy and we would all sit together as a family… we would be so happy, we’d visit my siblings maybe once a month and at holidays like christmas, we could celebrate christmas like regular people, no fear, just happiness and celebrate” some of his words were unclear as he cried and his voice cracked

“Niklaus…” i tried but he kept going

“do you remember when we spoke of Elena? there’s a cure, she has it, for vampirism and maybe i could have it and we can move away to somewhere quiet and secluded, i can keep us safe and i’ll give you babies, you want babies don’t you? we can be a family? we could get married and our daughter could be the flower girl and our son could hold the rings…” i cried silently while imagining the scene he was describing, a life where it was just us, our family

“maybe in another life Nik” i whispered and he sobbed

“no, this life, i can be human in this life, i need you in this life. Please don’t make me be alone, please i just want you, nobody else ever, just come home please come home please please please I’m so sorry i forgot our anniversary i didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’ll make it better, i can i promise, i really can”

i was fully crying now, tears streaming

“i know baby, i know” i whispered

“please let me see you”

“i’m in Italy at the moment… i’ll come back to New Orleans in a few days okay? I’ll meet you there okay?”

“i love you so so much, we’re gonna get married and be a happy family i promise”

Now i was sat in the compound for the first time in ages, listening to Elijah tell me that nobody had heard from Niklaus in over a month. I nodded, got up and left with a simple ‘goodbye’. I’ve decided to stay for a while, maybe he’s on his way.

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(third person)

Klaus was lost. He wasn’t in Australia anymore, he didn’t know where he was, he didn’t know why he a had ring and he didn’t know where his love was. Somewhere along the way he had lost his phone and his wallet, he was trying compel people but he was never able to focus enough.

After about 3 more weeks Klaus arrived in New Orleans. He finally got through the compound door, ready to collapse in a heap before he saw her. She was sat in his chair speaking to Rebekah, she looked so gorgeous. Both girls looked right at him while he fell to his knees and crying out a string of incoherent words

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(first person)

His clothes were torn, hair longer and probably matted, i short beard formed on his face while he blurred his words into one jumble. I made my way towards him, going down onto my own knees so i could wrap my arms around his torso

“shhh, it’s okay” i whispered but he just kept shaking his head

“i’m so sorry” he chocked

“it’s okay, it’s okay, breath Nik, you need to breath”

eventually he calmed down a little, we both now sat on the sofa, Rebekah had decoded it would be best to give us some time together.

“how come it took you so long to come back?” i asked quietly and his brows furrowed

“what do you mean? i was looking for you”

“well… klaus, do you remember our phone call?” i asked and his face fell

“did i say something stupid?” he asked and i laughed

“no, you were very sweet actually. you said you were going to take the cure and would be human so we could have a family and be happy. We agreed to meet here a few weeks ago” i told him softly

“oh god i’m so sorry, did you think i wasn’t coming?” his head was in his hands

“did i say we were gonna get married?” he asked muffled

“you did” i laughed

“what did you say?” he asked quietly

“i said…well i said in another’s life but you said that you could make it work in this one which is why we’re meeting…but Klaus i understand that you were drunk and probably on something else but i don’t think i need to know and so if-“

“i want to, i’m going to do anything and everything to be perfect for you, i’ll take the cure, we can move away, have our children and get engaged, i actual ready have a ring i think drunk me was very confident… maybe we’ll get engaged before the kids” he was staring at nothing while thinking things out

“klaus… i dont know if i can do all that right now…”

“no i know, not straight away, we’ll move slow, i wont push you but i mean…we can try…right?” he voice was small and his eyes full of hope

“we can try” i smiled slightly and i hugged him tight

“but first you need a shower and we’re shaving your beard and i’ll cut you hair a little and definitely brush it” he laughed and nodded picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom and handing me the hair brush. He was wrong for what he did, but he had suffered and he was sorry, there’s not much else i could want from him, he was trying his best.

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