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Elizabeth Collins x Fem!Reader: Good Behavior

Summary: ghostsunderstoodmysoul sent... Elizabeth Collins + 36 -- "You were put on this earth to give me a headache."

AO3

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A/N: To this day, this is one of my favorite Michelle roles. I think it's just so fun. Also I need you to know that when I saw the number and the character I was SO EXCITED. It's the perfect combination for her character!!!!

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Tag List: @escapetodreamworld @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix

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You’re sitting at the long dining room table, flipping blindly through the newspaper for something interesting. Carolyn is half-sprawled a few seats away on your left, eyes closed, head bobbing. The chair groans and squeaks as she shifts her whole body the longer the song goes on.

The coffee in your cup makes you wince with every bitter sip. Someone—Barnabas—had been asked several times to get milk at the store, which he forgot, along with a whole manner of other things. You haven’t worked up the energy to make the trip yourself but you and Elizabeth both made the decision that Barnabas is not to be trusted with family errands; you’re not entirely sure why he was trusted in the first place.

Carolyn hums a few chairs away as the record player goes quiet, spinning and crackling, before another song starts. The girl is up and out of her seat as the first note hits her ears. She sways and dips, making you raise your brows, but ultimately you turn back to the newspaper.

“Good morning.” A quiet voice comes from your right.

You jump. Dropping the paper onto the table reveals David. He silently takes up a seat, dark curls flattened on one side and pajama set rumpled. You grin and resist the urge to lean over and ruffle his hair.

“Morning, David,” You say, “Sleep well?”

He nods. His eyes are focused intently on the bowl in front of him as he goes through the motion of fixing his cereal—though it isn’t much, without the milk.

“I saw my Mom again last night.”

“Sweetheart, your Mom moved on, remember?” You say gently.

A shadow comes over his face. You wait, sipping at your coffee, every painfully bitter sip infusing your bones with warmth. David has struggled separating dreams from reality as of late, mentioning conversations with his Mother like they happened just yesterday. It pains you every time you have to remind him of the truth.

He lifts a spoonful of dry cereal to his mouth and nods. You almost regret having said anything.

“Yeah,” David says, “It was a dream. It felt real.”

“I know. She was with you for a long time, so that’s only reasonable.”

“Do you think she still is? Aunt Liz says she—”

Carolyn cuts in violently, “Will you two shut up? This is the best part!”

David goes silent and drops his spoon into the bowl. He pulls his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms securely around his legs. You breathe deeply and take a moment to gather your patience. Despite her outburst, it took Carolyn no time to return to her dancing.

You level a heavy look her way, but she doesn’t notice. It’s only a few days until the full moon now. You can blame her temper on her magical affliction all day, but you’d be wrong to ignore how she has methods of coping with her anger to use rather than blowing up.

Clearing your throat, you push your chair back from the table.

“Turn it off, please, Carolyn.” You request.

It goes ignored.

“Either you turn it off or I will.” You say.

That earns you a reaction. She groans and turns, teeth bared. David flinches away from the display of her elongated canines and yellowed eyes. You just stare back. The challenge makes her growl, deep and low in her throat.

It’s an impressive display. Unfortunately, Carolyn is all bark and no bite. You’re not going to bend to her performance.

“God!” She shouts, finally breaking, “You’re the worst!”

Carolyn turns off the record player and stomps out of the room, huffing the whole way. She passes Elizabeth coming in on her way out. Her Mother turns as if to say something, before thinking better of it. Elizabeth is still shaking her head when she comes to sit beside you.

You lean over and place a fond kiss on her cheek. It earns you a warning glance. The paper you discarded on the table catches her eye and she tilts her head, taking in the headline.

“What was that about?” Elizabeth asks finally.

All too aware of David still listening at the table, “I’ll explain later. Sleep well?”

She did. You know that because you sleep next to her and she was snoring—rather obnoxiously —when you woke up.

“I did,” She says. She pours herself a cup of coffee before glancing over at your cup, “Black coffee this morning, dear?”

“We still don’t have milk.”

You motion to David, who has returned to eating his dry cereal, and Elizabeth sighs. Two fingers pinch the bridge of her nose. It makes you chuckle into your coffee.

There’s a grocery trip in the very, very near future. But you have to make sure Elizabeth is distracted before you attempt to leave. She’ll fight hard to go with you, but you can see the strained look in her eyes, her smile not feeling completely authentic.

You’ve made it your mission that Elizabeth spends the day relaxing. No errands, no business, nothing. All of it will fall to you; you’ve made sure that any calls from Collins Cannery are held until tomorrow and any bright ideas Barnabas may get are brought to you instead. You even went out of your way to restock her macrame supplies.

“We’ll go after breakfast.” Elizabeth decides.

Lucky for you, you’re already done up for the day. Elizabeth has forgone her makeup for breakfast which leaves you just enough time to slip out of the house. You’ve also made sure to hide the keys in case she catches on.

She doesn’t, though.

After breakfast, she leaves you with a small kiss, and ascends the stairs to your shared bedroom. You wait a good thirty seconds before fishing out the car keys from a vase near the door.

David catches your exit and his brows furrow. You don’t resist the urge to ruffle his hair this time, to his dismay. He frowns at you through an abundance of curls. The action reminds you how young he still is. Emotions welling in your chest, you kiss his forehead.

“Tell your Aunt Liz I’ve got groceries covered and that she should do some macrame while I’m gone.” You relay.

“...Okay.”

— —

Elizabeth stands in the doorway when you return. Her arms are crossed over her chest and she looks displeased, but not truly; her frown isn’t deep enough. You flash her a smile when you turn off the car.

“Get some macrame done?” You ask.

“You were put on this earth to give me a headache, you know that?” She says, ignoring your question, “I come downstairs and David tells me I should go do macrame. He didn’t tell me where you were, I didn’t realize until I saw the car was gone.”

“You know what cures a headache?”

“Don’t.”

“Macrame.”

“I despise you.”

“If that were true, I wouldn’t live in your house… or sleep in your bed.” You point out.

Elizabeth glares, “You can just as easily sleep on the couch.”

“You’d miss me too much, Lizzie.”

She turns around and closes the door behind her. You hear the heavy lock click into place on the other side. The groceries in your arms feel much heavier. Carefully balancing the brown bags, you round the house to the back door, only to find that locked too.

Damn her.

You try to do one nice thing for her and she kicks you out; Carolyn’s mood swings must be an inherited trait. It seems you’re going to wait on the front porch until her mood blows over.

Turning to head back up front, you hear the lock click, and the squeal of the hinges as the door opens. David stands in the doorway with a small smile on his face. That isn’t a good sign.

“Aunt Liz said not to let you in until you learn your lesson.” He says.

“Oh, yeah?” You say, “Then why open the door?”

His smile widens.

“What’s your price?” You ask.

“I want ice cream for dinner.”

You try not to wince. Elizabeth will never go for the idea, but your arms are aching. The only way inside is to agree and risk pissing her off more.

Maybe, you think, you can smooth things over. She’s kept you around this long, hasn’t she?

“Fine,” You agree and he lets out an excited yes! before you hold up your hand, “but it has to be tomorrow night, I don’t want to stress your Aunt out anymore today.”

This time of the month she’s already bogged down dealing with Carolyn, so where usually she’d find ice cream for dinner amusing and playfully scold you, it could possibly mean hell over the next few days. You have to be careful about this.

“Okay!” David agrees. He opens the door and lets you through.

You drop the groceries on the closest available surface.

No sooner have you done that than Elizabeth appears, arms crossed over her chest, lips pursed. David walks by as if he wasn’t the one to let you back in the house. Once he’s passed, you offer her a smile. She raises a brow.

“You should be relaxing, honey.” You advise.

Elizabeth reaches into the bags and begins to unpack them.

“I’d relax more if you wouldn’t sneak off.”

You laugh, “Would you have actually let me go this morning, Liz?”

She says nothing.

Putting the eggs and milk away is very interesting all of a sudden. You try to hide your knowing grin, but when Elizabeth glares, you know you’ve failed.

You kiss her sweetly on the cheek. She’s impossibly cute, even when she’s annoyed.

“I know you, sweetheart,” You add, “You need a day off.”

“I take days off.” She argues.

“When was the last day you took, hm?”

“I–” Elizabeth starts, only to pause. You can practically see the gears turning in her head. Finally, her face settles into a frown, “I’d have more time to take days off if you all behaved.”

“You mean if Barnabas behaved.”

Of the Collins family, Barnabas is by far the worst behaved. It forever astounded you that your werewolf step-daughter had more decorum than the centuries old vampire. It’d astound Elizabeth too, if she wasn’t the one handling the fallout.

The people of Collinsport had been more amiable to Barnabas’... affliction than you’d expected. When you hadn’t woken up the morning after the fires to a mob outside the dingy hotel room you were staying in, you were amazed. They had even helped you all rebuild—the house, at least; the bones had survived, being made primarily of stone, but the insides… a lot had been lost, but a lot had been saved too.

Collins Cannery had been a completely different beast.

Luckily, Elizabeth had been smart enough to set the business up with insurance this time, rather than relying on old family funds. Barnabas had made his first very blatant error when he—badly—hypnotized the insurance adjuster into fudging a few numbers.

You swore up and down that you thought Elizabeth was going to tear her hair out when the threat of a lawsuit came around. Thank god for plausible deniability.

Since then, Elizabeth had taken on the bulk of the Cannery work, attempting to make sound business decisions while dodging accusations of foul play on Barnabas’ end. You’d been fortunate enough to sit in on a meeting where Barnabas had loudly proclaimed that he only engaged in dishonorable play. He was promptly removed from the board after that.

“Do you think Barnabas would take offense to us sending him on a short vacation?” Elizabeth asks, face contemplative.

“Why not a long one?”

“David enjoys having him around.”

You nod, “Short vacation it is. And when our dear cousin is on this vacation, will you finally take that break?”

Elizabeth looks over her shoulder with eyes full of amusement. You know the answer without her having to say it. Smiling, you saunter over to the phone, dialing a well-known number. The line rings before you’re connected to someone on the other end.

Smiling and throwing Elizabeth a wink, “Hi Delia. I’ve got a quick question—where did you say you sent your Mother-in-law last week?”

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Elizabeth Collins-Stoddard x Fem!Reader: Of Signatures and Subtlety

Summary: "I chose you." or A late-night conversation between you and your partner.

AO3

A/N: I've been sitting on this one for a minute! I wrote it at the beginning of October when I attempted to do Fictober (privately) and then ended up in the midst of the busiest month I've ever had! So I fell off the Fictober train but not without writing this. I feel like Elizabeth is really unappreciated and that makes me sad.

Little snippets into day-to-day life are always my favorite to write, but also what I struggle with. So I really hope everyone enjoys it!

Tag List: @escapetodreamworld @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix

Warning(s): None

Running a Cannery was a lot more involved than you expected. You curse Angelique for making it look simple as you sign off on another contract and throw it on top of the enormous pile, wincing as you try and flex your hand. Had you known better, you wouldn’t have agreed to take on such a large role; you’d rather run around all day than sign another piece of paper.

A hand settles on your shoulder and you look up into a pair of smug eyes. Elizabeth raises an eyebrow, a not-so-subtle smile pulling at her lips.

“Yes, dear?” You ask.

“You’re grumbling under your breath again,” Elizabeth says and her smile grows a little, “I told you that I can transfer some of the contractual obligations to Barnabas.”

Absolutely not. Barnabas is a good cousin, sure, but he’d been very odd in the beginning about how your role in the company was larger than his. You wouldn’t give any of his outdated views fuel, however small they may be.

You give Elizabeth a long look and she chuckles. Her hand brushes over your shoulder and the back of your neck as she crosses around the desk, glancing out the window overlooking the Port. It’s raining and growing darker with every minute. Lights on the fishing boats out in the water bob up and down, while some pass and dock just below the window.

It’s a peaceful scene that you often take a few minutes to enjoy, when the paperwork is manageable. Busy season had brought in enough money for new boats and with it, new employees. More fish meant more work, who knew?

“How are the preparations for tonight going?” You ask, capping your pen and joining her by the window.

She takes a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose, “Are people always so infuriating?”

“Typically. That’s why I let you handle them.”

“Well, they’ve been nothing short of exhausting. It’s a banquet for investors, for heaven’s sake, not a coronation. And that awful Scavena woman won’t stop interrupting preparations to suggest changes to the floral arrangements.”

You try to hide your smile, “Still holding energy about her, Liz?”

“I’ll stop doing so when she stops asking after you. ‘Oh how is the dear girl, Elizabeth?’” She mocks, a scowl on her face, “'Do tell her to give me a call, would you? I so miss our teas.’ Ugh.”

“She’d be less obnoxious if you’d let me make a scene.”

Many times you’d suggested some overt display of affection to ward off the woman. A few dates—a few very bad dates—had left her following after you like a lost puppy. Sure, she was pretty, but why settle for pretty when you had Elizabeth? Miss Scavena had been a moment of weakness before your perfect woman had given you a chance.

Elizabeth wasn’t one for public displays of anything, least of all affection, so all you’d managed was a lingering kiss on the cheek in front of the other woman. And you’d been given a stern lecture afterwards for that. It didn’t help that Carolyn had been going on and on that night about how obnoxiously loving you two were; you conveniently forgot to pick up her favorite ice cream at the grocery store that week.

“Absolutely not.”

“Then ignore her. I chose you. Doesn’t that count for anything?” You ask, batting your eyelashes.

“I suppose.” Elizabeth rolls her eyes.

Arms crossed over her chest, she tries to keep her scowl in place when you steal a long kiss. But her blushing cheeks say all you need to hear. She even goes so far as to steal one herself before pulling back and crossing the room, throwing behind her, “I want those contracts done before the dinner!”

“Yes, dear.” You laugh as the door closes behind her and settle in for another few hours of cramped signatures.

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