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thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis · 2 years

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A Gentle Voice (Greg Gerwitz x Reader)

Word Count: 2,106

Pairing: Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz x Reader

Summary: You got kidnapped by members of an aggressive incel group, and thought that this was how you were going to die. But a group of the Chicago PD are able to save you; now you just need to help them find the group that did this. Only one problem: You can’t talk.

Warnings: Graphic details of beatings and abuse, mentions of blood, violence against women, and swears.

A/N: So this was based off an idea by an anonymous sender asking for more mouse imagines. And since I am on a break from work (i’m okay, I just work at an elementary school and its summer vacation lol) I thought I would get some writing done :) I hope you all enjoy, and if anyone else has ideas for imagines you want me to write, send me a message!

I’m going to die.

You still remember the moment where you knew something was wrong when you were walking home from your job at the tech firm. It was late, not crazy late, but late enough where the street lights started to flicker on. The clicking of your footsteps soon stepped in sync with someone else’s, and before you could pull out your phone or your mace, a bag was thrown over your head and with a hard hit with something, you were out.

Now here you were, who knows how many days have passed, in a jail cell of a room, trying to anticipate when your kidnappers would come back for another round of smacking you around with the assorted weapons at their disposal. This group has been trying to extract some info about a set of code you had recently written to help one of the biggest banks in Chicago with their security; you assumed to rob it. You’ve also heard murmurings from outside your door about how they needed the money, for what though you didn’t know.

While curled up in a corner, trying to prepare yourself for the inevitable; that you were not going to make it out, you were shocked by a big BANG that shook the walls that surrounded you. You could here shouting, many voices echoing around as the scuttering of footsteps getting closer and closer to where you were being kept. You tried to push yourself further into the corner, and as the door swung open your hid your head in your lap with your arms over your head for protection.

“Hello?”

Slowly, you raised you head and squinted as a flash of light caught your eyes. In front of you was three people; two men and a woman. They had guns in their hands and bulletproof vests labeled with POLICE.

“Ma’am? Ma’am are you okay?” The taller man asked, his brown hair slicked back and his blue eyes looking at you with concern. With a shaky nod, the woman cop slowly comes over to you and kneels down.

“Are you Y/F/N Y/L/N?” Another nod, and the woman cop looks to her friends then back at you, offering her hand. “I’m Detective Lindsay, and we’re here to get you home.”

A flood of tears well up in your eyes and you reach out and grab her hand, her grip firm and comforting as she helps you up and out of your nightmare.

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Hours have passed, and Detectives Lindsay and Halstead are standing outside a hospital room where you were sleeping off the meds the doctors had given you. Erin and Jay watch you through the window as the doctor walked over to them, clipboard and your chart at hand. “Detectives?”

“Yes.” Erin said, straightening up. “How is she?”

“Y/N is sedated now, but looks like she might be here for a couple days. With contusions on her legs, two broken ribs and a concussion, we would want to keep an eye on her before sending her home. We also had to administer a rape kit after seeing the bruising on her legs.”

“These guys really worked her over.” Jay murmurs, looking at you again before turning back to his partner.

“When she wakes up, please give us a call. We need to ask her some questions about the people that kidnapped her.” Erin hands the doctor her card and is about to turn and walk away when the doctor’s voice makes the cops’ stop.

“That might be an issue.” Erin and Jay turn back around and walk back to the doctor, looks of confusion present on their faces. “When she got to the hospital before being sedated, Y/N stopped answering any and all questions presented to her.”

“Like she’s refusing to talk? Why would she do that?” Jay asked.

The doctor shook their head and pulled their clipboard to their chest, “The head of psych, Dr. Daniel Charles, believes that Y/N has developed Psychogenic Mutism. Basically because of the trauma Y/N has endured, her mind has shut off that part of her brain that allows her to communicate. It’s not that she is choosing to not speak; it is that she feels physically unable to.” They explained, glancing over in your direction as she progressed.

“How long will that last?”

“It could be days, weeks, or it could go on for years. This type of trauma response is very unpredictable because we are not just dealing with the health of the patient. We are dealing with their mental health and it they feel safe and secure enough that their mutism can subside.”

Erin looked over at you again and sighed, hating that not only had the people responsible hurt you and taken away your feeling of safety, they also somehow took away your voice.

Over the next few days, it was explained to you that an investigation was open on your kidnapping and subsequent abuse. A Dr. Charles also visited frequently about what he called your “mutism”. He ended up giving you a whiteboard and marker so you could write, but whenever he brought up your attack, it was like your brain would shut down. The first time it happened, you woke up to Dr. Charles standing over you, telling you that you had a panic attack and passed out. After that, Dr. Charles and others were very careful what to bring up around you.

Eventually, you were released from the hospital and given your own police protection detail just incase those guys tried to take you again. The Detectives that found you, mainly Detective Lindsay, would visit and say how you were, and if you had thought of anything useful to help the investigation, but it was no use. One one day, you were asked to come to 21st District to look at some pictures of possible perps, and you were dreading it. It was the first time you had left the house since being released from the hospital and you had made your apartment your safety bubble; essentially everything in the bubble was good, and everything outside was dangerous. But some righteous part of you wanted to see the people responsible for your attack put to justice, so you got into the police cruiser of one of your protection detail, and made your way to the 21st.

Inside the district, you were met with a sturdy-looking older woman behind the desk of the main floor. She looked like the one in charge, her eyes never wavering even when you walked over to her. The officers with you, you think their names were Burgess and Roman, explained who you were, and you were buzzed up to the upper level which was explained to you that was where the Intelligence Unit was. After arriving to the office space, officers Burgess and Roman were called over their walkies, the sudden noise making you jump.

Officer Roman moved to answer the call as Burgess moved closer to you, “Sorry. It looks like we need to go. Lucky though you are in the safest place for you to be right now.” she said with a reassuring smile. “There is a civilian who works for the unit; he is their tech expert and used to work with Detective Halstead when they were Rangers. We’ll get him to come up and stay with you until the unit comes back.”

You nodded as Burgess and Roman walked down the stairs back down to the main flor of the district, leaving you alone for what feels like the first time in weeks. You took a seat at one of the desks, and fiddled with your hands as the silence around you started to press down on you.

I’m alone...The last time I was alone I was taken...I-I don’t want to be alone...I-I-I

Suddenly the room felt like it was moving, a swaying motion that didn’t bring you any comfort. Your lungs felt like they couldn’t get enough breath as you tried to get more air into them, and slowly your brain realized that you were hyperventilating. You were so concerned with trying to breathe that you didn’t hear someone enter the space you were in or how they moved closer to you quickly. It wasn’t until there was a hand falling on your shoulder that made you jump out of your seat and look up.

In front of you was a man with combed back brown hair and striking blue eyes, wearing a spotted black-and-white button-up shirt and jeans. The look he was giving you was full of concern, but not edging on pity which was mostly what you’ve seen since your attack. It took a second to realize that his mouth was moving and words were leaving his lips.

“-ear me? Hey, can you hear me? You need to breathe, okay? Match my breathing.” He said, his tone calming and rumbling like a faraway thunderstorm. Slowly, you were able to take deeper and deeper breaths, your heart slowing down until the panic attack subsided. Tears started to drift into your vision as a wave of exhaustion encompassed you all the way to your bones. “Its okay, its always a bit overwhelming after an attack like that.”

You nodded as you wiped away your tears to try and regain some composure, but the man didn’t seem bothered by the tears. He gave you a small smile and patted your lap before getting up and heading to the side kitchen. There was noise of ceramic clanking together and the sound of water, and a couple of minutes later he came back with a cup of tea. “Tea really helps. I have a cup after I have my panic attacks and its a nice calming drink to help ground me.” He explained, handing over the cup.

You sip from the cup, the smell of flowers of some kind and the taste of some kind of sweetener warmed your chest and let a small smile appear on your face. The man smiled at your calm exterior before pulling over a chair and sitting next to you, “Officer Burgess explained they were watching over you but had to leave, I’ve been helping the unit on your case so I know you can’t speak. That’s okay though. I’m Greg, by the way. Greg Gerwitz, but everyone calls me Mouse.”

You look over with a confused look on your face, which made Mouse laugh, “Its a very long story, trust me you don’t want to hear it.” You smiled again, a little bigger than before, and you two spent the next few minutes in conversation. Well, with Mouse talking and you listening, but it was the closest to a normal conversation you’ve had in weeks.

“-and then Jay, Detective Halstead, started running around like crazy, shucking off his shirt in the barracks looking for the spider.” Mouse said, laughing at the memory of Jay freaking out because of a spider. You were smiling and before you could even notice, your mouth was moving.

“What happened after that?”

Mouse turned to you in shock, and you stared back wide eyed as your hand came up to your mouth. “Oh my god.”

“Did...Did you just speak?” Mouse asked, his full attention now on your next move. You paused, thinking that you had both imagined that, but then went to try to speak again.

“H-Hi.”

Mouse’s shocked expression turned into a smile, “Hi.”

Just as the two of you were in the middle of a moment, the gate leading to the bullpen downstairs clanged shut with the follow up sound of multiple footsteps coming up the stairs. Mouse and you both turned to see Detective Lindsay, Detective Halstead and a few others walking into the room.

“Y/N, sorry for making you wait. I hope our tech expert Greg wasn’t that bad of company.” Jay said jokingly, giving Mouse a smirk. Before Mouse could open his mouth to reply, you stood up.

“N-No, he was great company.” You said as you watched Detective Lindsay and Halstead’s jaws drop at the sound of your voice. “He even helped me find my voice.”

“So you can talk now.” A voice said as an older man walked out to the front of the group. Clearly he was the Sargent Voight Mouse had mentioned to you earlier, the head of the Intelligence Unit. “Does that mean you’ll be able to help us with your case?”

You looked back to Mouse who gave you a reassuring smile, then turned back to the unit, “I’ll tell you everything.”

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captainmarvels · 6 years

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caro’s wonderland writing challenge!

Hello, my friends! I reached 10k not too long ago, and I wanted to celebrate with a writing challenge, since you guys are all super amazing, talented people!

If, by some miracle, all the prompts are taken, I will add more and/or reopen the prompts to more than one writer! I hope you all consider giving this a try, and don’t worry about having no experience - this is all about having fun!

Rules + prompts under the cut!

To participate, must be following this dork (please please PLEASE don’t let this flop because I really wanna celebrate with y’all lmao) + reblog this post!

Word count: 500 minimum, no maximum

One-shots, drabbles, drabble or fic series are allowed, as well as any genre; fluff, angst, smut (Absolutely NO SMUT for Peter Parker - that’s just so wrong.)

ABSOLUTELY NO: non-con or dub-con.

Any MCU character is allowed; Steve Harrington and Eggsy Unwin are included, too!

Actors allowed include: Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Ryan Reynolds, Anthony Mackie, Chadwick Boseman, Tom Hiddleston, Tom Holland, Chris Hemsworth, and Taron Egerton!

Any characters Sebastian has portrayed are fair game as well!

When asking for a prompt, please specify the pairing you will be writing for!

Your fic must be reader insert

You must send an ask to enter - once again, specify the pairing/character you’re writing for, along with the prompt(s) you’ve chosen!

If the one you’ve chosen has been claimed, you have plenty more to choose from!

Please, don’t forget to tag me! Also, please add #caroswwc to your tags!

If by any chance I missed your fic, then please send me a private message within a day of posting. Y’all know tumblr doesn’t notify properly sometimes!

Make sure to use the prompt/sentence/song you’ve chosen, otherwise there’s no point in being in this challenge! For song prompts, you do not have to include the lyrics if you don’t want to!

There is no deadline to enter, but ALL fics must be submitted/posted by January 20th, 2018.

PS: If you have questions about how to use certain prompts, just ask me! I’ve tried to describe what I (personally) would use for them, but you’re free to do whatever!

Prompts:

The setting is a festive party for a holiday of your choosing. Something unexpected happens, and the guests are drawn into a weekend of pranks and hijacks.

It’s a cold, rainy night. A man and woman stand beside a car, outside a convenience store. One of them pulls out a gun. Frank Castle x Reader // @halfbakedhoe || bucky x reader // @allyouneedisangst

Holiday shopping - what could go wrong? Peter Parker x Reader // @too-cultured-for-your-bs

Handmaking gifts for a birthday/holiday gift.

Holiday dinner - preparations and all that good stuff. Steve Harrington x reader // @runningwitches || jim hopper x reader // @atari-writes

There is a magical talisman that allows it’s keeper to read minds. It falls into [character’s name] hands. bucky x reader // @missingbucky

The character unlocks the door with a special key they found slipped under their door. Sebastian Stan x reader // @obssessedwithbarnesandrogers

Two best friends make a pact. When they grow up, they grow apart, but the pact haunts them. Will they fulfill the pact they made as children? Steve Harrington x Reader // @ughkeery

She rolled over and felt her body push up against something hard. Bucky x reader // @lovelynemesis

“Every day the sun comes up and every night it goes down again.” Tom Holland x reader // @thisisthetragicstoryofme || Steve Rogers x reader // @kaunis-sielu

“All the love we had and lost” Bucky x reader // @wanderlustingandwandering

“I’ll be your quiet afternoon crush” Tom Holland x Reader // @thestarsshinebrighterindarkness || Steve Harrington x Reader // @hairringtonsteve

“Is that too much to ask?” Sebastian x reader // @sad-af1121 || Peter Parker x reader // @farklesdarling

“What is true happiness?” Tony Stark x reader // @sometimeswerebruised

“Let’s go for a drive.”

“Do you want me to stay?”Steve Harrington x reader // @lastdancewith-mj || Frank Castle x reader // @casownsmyass

Songs:

Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys Bucky x reader // @buckingoffthebed

Show Me Love - Hundred Waters feat. Chance the Rapper

Champion - Fall Out Boy Steve Rogers x reader // @avengersandlovers

Mercy - Shawn Mendes Bucky x reader // @manonblxckbexk

Es Tarde - Juanes Loki x reader // @just-another-photo-filter

The Party & The After Party - The Weeknd Steve Harrington x reader // @nomequedamas-writes

Helium - Sia Tom Holland x reader // @justablrr

Somebody Else - The 1975 Bucky x reader // @wanderlustingandwandering

Shameless - The Weeknd

El Amante - Nicky Jam Steve Harrington x Reader // @fanlove-fandomlife

Africa - Toto Bucky x reader // @marvelandwinchesters927

Words:

Power @buckythetinman // Tony Stark x Reader

Romance Bucky x reader // @whothehellisbella

Heartbreaker Steve Harrington x reader // @carriefish-er

Dawn Stucky x reader // @a-splash-of-stucky

Ecstasy [...not the drug]

Lonely bucky x reader // @ohwhatamessiam

Heartbeat Bucky x reader // @221bshrlocked || Tony x Reader // @haven-in-writing

Survival Steve Harrington x reader // @thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis

Lie bucky x reader // @ohwhatamessiam

Champion Thor x Reader // @lady-thor-foster

#caroswwc #writing challenge #pls don't let this flop or i might cry oops

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ursulaismymiddlename · 7 years

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There’s definitely a few other Bucky fics in the works too, like an a/b/o!verse Bucky and possibly a smutty/angsty Bucky one. And I do sometimes write for other characters as well (though Bucky does hold my heart.) I’ll put up posts for those requesting who wants to be tagged if you’re not already on the permanent tag list.

So here’s a list of people I’ve got so far. If you want on a list, off a list, switched around, only want to be tagged in certain things I don’t have listed, then just let me know and I’ll rearrange things! Hopefully this will make things a lot easier for future fics!

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thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis · 1 year

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Working on something new; here’s a hint!!

#thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis writing #writing #imagine #working on it #hint #what could it be?#coming soon

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thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis · 2 years

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if requests are open then can i request for kelly severide where reader is asexual, but she tries to force her self into having sex with kelly (maybe cos she hears kelly talking with the guys about her not having sex with him) and she feels awful (btw kelly doesnt know she is asexual) and then she tries to have sex with him and when he takes off her bra she has a panic attack and kelly comforts her

thank you xx

Hi! unfortunately, my requests are not open. The last imagine I wrote was all the way back from march or April, and I just finished it up recently. I have a couple imagines in my drafts I want to finish so that's what I will be working on for a while lol

#imagines #thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis writing #requests

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thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis · 5 years

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Ahoy, Ladies! (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Word Count: 1,360

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: After being gone for 6 weeks to visit some family, your mom drags you to the new Starcourt Mall where your friend and crush Steve is at his new job.

Warning: Fluff and making fun of Steve, also small SEASON 3 SPOILERS

A/N: I watched season 3 of stranger things and i just have so many feelings for Steve rn so this is happening lol

Part 2

“You excited to be back home?”

You look up from your issue of “Green Arrow” to see your mom looking at you from the corner of her eye. You had been away for 6 weeks visiting family in Nevada, suffering in the heat and being nowhere near the bright lights of Las Vegas. It was completely awful but your parents had forced you to leave behind your friends to shrivel up in the intense Nevada sun.

But now your back, right before the fourth of July and you are so excited to be back home in Hawkins, Indiana. You’ve missed the small town.

“Yeah, I am.” You say with a smile.

“I’m glad. Before we go home I need to make a stop at Starcourt.”

“The new mall?”

“Yeah, your grandpa was asking about new shoes and has been busy so I’m gonna run around and look for a pair for him. Why don’t you check the mall out? You missed the opening while you were in Nevada visiting Uncle Hector and Aunt Suzie.” Your mom explained.

You let out a sigh and look back down at your comic book, “Okay.”

Your mom pulled into the mall parking lot, it was already packed with cars and families all happy excited for the new mall. You and your mom piled out of the car and walked into the mall. Your mom said she might be a while so you both planned to meet in the opening in an hour.

Looking around at the full mall, all the people and loud talking was starting to give you a headache so you decided to just anchor down somewhere until the hour was up. With a throb in your head, you looked around before your eyes landed on a sign for Scoops Ahoy. Ice cream probably won’t help the situation but you could sit there and read your comics for a while until your mom was done.

You walked into the shop, lots of kids and teens eating ice cream and drinking milkshakes were sitting around. Behind the counter was a tall brunette with his back turned as he talked to a girl holding a whiteboard with some scoring on it. Even with his back turned, you’d recognize that big mop of hair anywhere as your best friend Steve Harrington, your best friend and crush. You grow a sneaky smile on your face as you walk to the counter and ring the bell.

“Customer, Popeye.” The girl said, pointing to you. You could hear Steve sigh and tug on a ridiculous sailor’s cap on before turning around. His eyes were closed as he walked up to the register.

“Ahoy, welcome to Scoops Ahoy. I’ll be your captain on this adventure to flavor. Care to try our new Red Cherry Sea flavor?” Steve only then opened his eyes to see you standing on the other side of the counter. His eyes widened on you, seeming like he can’t believe you standing in front of him. It makes you giggle as you eye his new look as well.

“Nice uniform, Ishmael. Find your white whale yet?” you ask, smiling wide at your own joke. Steve was still frozen as you stood there laughing at him, his mind not knowing what to do. You had left weeks ago to visit family out of state and he had missed you like crazy. Now here you were, standing in front of him with a great tan and a huge smile that was too busy making his heart race.

“Y/N?” Steve asked, still not sure you were even there.

You raised your hands in a “jazz hands” gesture, “Ta-da!”

“You’re back!” Steve smiled and came around the counter and pulled you into a huge hug, his arms tight around your body. You hugged back just as hard, your face warm with the affection. “When did you get back?”

“Today, my mom needed to stop here quickly so I’m just waiting around for her.” You explain. You two pull apart, Steve’s hands moving to your waist and yours to his shoulders.

“I am so glad your back. You have no idea how much it sucked with you being gone. Plus Dustin has been at science camp too so I have been stuck with the other kids.”

“Aw,” You pinch his cheek, “Poor you.”

“Are you two done?” Both you and Steve turn to the girl in the window, a bored look on her face. “This display of affection is more sickening sweet than the ice cream.”

Steve rolled his eyes and points to the girl, “Y/N, this is Robin.”

“Hey.” You say, waving at her. She nods and closes the window pane, leaving you and Steve to yourselves. “Well then.”

“Don’t worry about her. How was Nevada? Sick tan, by the way.”

“Thanks, and it was hot and dry. No fun whatsoever.” You explain, leaning against the counter as Steve moves back around.

“Bet it was better than scooping ice cream 5 days a week.” He says, also leaning on the counter. Your faces are only a few inches apart.

“You might be right. Especially if I had to wear that get-up.” You said with a smile. Besides him being made fun of, Steve smiles back; just glad to have you back. “So, you and Robin?”

“What?”

“Anything you should tell me?”

Steve gets a disgusting look on his face and shakes his head, “Me and Robin? Gross, she hates me and says I suck all the time.”

“Well...” You started, smiling when you saw the shocked look on his face. “I’m kidding.”

“There is no me and Robin. Why? You jealous or something?”

Your face heats up, flushed with being found out despite your joking around. “What? N-no.”

“You totally were!” Steve yells, pointing at you and starting to laugh.

“Stop it!” You yell, trying to reach over and slap his arm as he kept laughing. People were starting to look at you two and your face was getting more and more red. Finally, Steve calms down enough to start talking again.

“You don’t need to worry. No one could steal me from you.”

You freeze as you stare at Steve. What did he just say? As you’re questioning what you heard, Steve freezes wide-eyed at what he had just said.

“Th-That came out wrong. It’s not like-like you have me. What? No, that’s not what I meant. No one has been stolen. Oh god.” Steve puts his head in his hands, defeated by his own words. Seeing him like that finally pulls you back to the moment.

“Steve,” He looks up and a look of regret comes over his face, “What did you mean that ‘No one could steal you from me’?” you ask.

“I-” Steve takes a breath, Now or never, “I was just saying that no one could, no one could take me away from you. I’m in too deep for someone to do that.”

You stand there, heart beating and palms sweating, not knowing what to do about this. Steve Harrington had just confessed, to you! You never thought that this could happen, putting very little stock in him looking your way like that.

“Hello? Y/N?” Steve asked, waving a hand in front of your face. You slowly blinked as Steve sighed and looked down to the counter. “Dammit, I ruined everything. Can we just forget that thi-”

Before he could finish, you pulled on his uniform ribbon to make him lurch forward and pressed your lips to his. With your eyes closed, you didn’t get the chance to see Steve’s wide eyes, but he slowly closes his eyes and grabs your face, pulling you closer. You pull back once you were out of breath, both you and Steve breathing heavy as you looked at each other.

“Wow.” Steve says, his eyes not moving from you.

“Yeah.”

“That wasn’t on the menu.”

You laugh as Steve smiles. “No, but I hope you wouldn’t mind giving me another helping?”

“With pleasure.” Steve takes initiative and grabs your face this time, pulling you into another kiss. Man, you were glad your mom had to come to the mall.

#steve harrington #joe keery #stranger things #season 3 #scoops ahoy #steve Harrington imagine #thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis writing #stranger things imagine #season 3 spoilers #netflix #dustin henderson #robin #starcourt mall #steve Harrington x reader #fluff imagine #making fun of steve harrington #Hawkins indiana

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thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis · 4 years

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Survival (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Word Count: 2,266

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: You either fight or flight in response to fear, all in the name of survival.

Warning: violent themes, SPOILERS FOR SEASON 1 OF STRANGER THINGS

A/N: LOOK WHAT I FOUND!!!!! I guess I did end up saving this on my computer a long time ago!!

When you’re faced with fear, there are two options that open to you: fight or flight. For Steve Harrington, his instinct has usually been to run…flight as it were. He ran when he was 6 and thought there was a monster under his bed. He ran when he was 11 and got picked on for his bad grades, and he ran when he was 17 and he started to get feelings for you.

You were a friend of Nancy, not very close but Steve saw you hanging out every once in a while, at her locker or in the cafeteria with Nancy’s other friends Barb. The way you would laugh at something that was said would make Steve’s heart start to beat at a weird pace. Your hair hung in spirals of Y/H/C and occasionally got in your eyes, to where you would brush it away with a finger only for it to fall back in front of your face.

When Steve caught himself noticing small things about you more and more, his stomach would flip painfully, and a chill would go through his lungs like he took a deep breath on a cold January morning. He thought he was feeling something for Nancy but when he caught sight of you at the beginning of the school year helping a freshman who had been knocked down by some jocks, and he caught sight of the warm smile on your face; oh man he was a goner.

The school year was continuing, and as the days went by, Steve’s love for you crush on you deepened.

Then the fear set in.

The fear of rejection, the fear of humiliation, the fear that you won’t look at him the same way trickled its way into his thoughts and made him do what he has come accustomed to. He ran.

At this point, you had become somewhat friends with Steve Harrington, and seeing him obviously start to put space between you and him hurt. You had just talked to Nancy about Jonathan Byers and his missing brother Will when you noticed Steve across the hall talking with his friends. You caught his eye just for a second, and just as you were about to send a wave his way, Steve turned so now all you could see was his back. The smile on your face fell, as did your raised hand, and a feeling of pain ticked at your heart.

“Y/N?”

You turned to Nancy who had sadly caught what had just happened. She sent a small smile and rubbed your arm, knowing that you had grown feelings for the Harrington boy. “You okay?”

You sighed and gave Nancy a small smile that didn’t really reach your eyes. “Not really.”

“Forget about him, if he’s being an ass then that’s bullshit. You don’t need that.” Nancy explained. “Come on, I want to talk to you about something.”

“What is it?”

“It has to do with Will Byers.”

Nancy brought you over to Jonathan Byers and they both explained to you what exactly was going on in your tiny town of Hawkins. It was hard to grasp, but the looks on Jonathan and Nancy’s faces brought you around to the idea of some beast going around stealing people. It was further pushed for you to help when Nancy said that it might have taken your friend Barb too.

The three of you trained, taking the necessary precautions for what you were going up against. You got acquainted with guns and brass knuckles if the ugly thing got too close. Nancy also started to get the hang of using firearms and Jonathan picked to use a bat covered with nails. Then the night came where the three of you had taken to the Byer house and set up to trap the thing that took your friend and a small boy. The walls and ceiling were covered in Christmas lights while the floor was littered with small traps to try and catch the thing. You were loading a pistol and making sure you were wearing your brass knuckles when a loud knocking came from the front door.

“H-Hey Jonathan, are you there man? It’s Steve! Listen I just want to talk!” Steve’s frantic voice came through the door as more knocking followed.

Jonathan and Nancy, who had been patching each other up on the couch, looked at each other and to you not really knowing what to do. You quickly went to the door and opened the door enough to see Steve and his beaten-up face, his eyes wide with noticing you.

“Y/N hey.”

“You need to leave.” You said, your voice hard. He couldn’t be here, what if he got hurt? You would never forgive yourself if he were.

“Wait, no. I’m not here to start anything.”

“Steve, you need to leave right now.”

“No, just- I messed up. Okay? I messed up and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you away, I know I have a lot of explaining and apologizing to do but…I messed up.” There was a small moment of silence before Steve started to push his way through.

“Wait! Stop, Steve!” You yelled, but he overpowered you and pushed through the doorway into the house.

“I just need to explain-” Steve stopped at the sight of Nancy, Jonathan and the pat with nails on the coffee table. “Whoa, what the hell is going on?”

“Steve-”

“What the hell is all this?!”

“Steve, you need to go!” Jonathan yelled, trying to push him out.

“What is that smell? Is that gasoline?!”

Nancy seemed to have had enough when she pulled out a gun and aimed it at Steve, who started to freak out even more. “What?!”

“You need to go now, Steve.”

“Nancy put down the gun!” You yelled, trying to stand in front of Steve but he was trying to do the same for you.

“What the hell is going on?!”

More chaos started as Nancy started to could down and Jonathan tried to catch her attention. Eventually, when Nancy got down to one, Jonathan got her attention by pointing out the lights that started to flicker. “It’s here.”

You moved to try and push Steve out and get back to your other friends to help, but Steve was still in a confused frenzy that it was not helping the situation. “Wait, what’s here?”

“I don’t see it!”

“Me neither.”

“Steve, you need to leave. NOW.” You yelled, pushed Steve to the door with one powerful shove before heading back to Jonathan and Nancy, taking your gun out.

“Where is what? Whoa! Y/N, what the hell? Take it easy with that!” Steve yelled. “Hello? Will someone please explain to me what the hell it going-”

Suddenly, the plaster from the ceiling gave way, and a grotesque looking thing pulsated through the gap. Nancy raised her gun and started to shoot, which only got the thing to leave the opening and plop onto the ground. Jonathan grabbed Nancy’s arm and started to pull her away, while you did the same with Steve. “GO! GO! RUN!” Jonathan yelled. Steve followed the pull from you and his fear set in again, his heart pounding against his ribs. “Jump!”

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!” Steve yelled as he jumped after you and ran frantically to the room on his right, with Nancy slamming the door after him. “Jesus, what the hell is that?!”

“Shut up!” Nancy and Jonathan said, both turning back to the door; Nancy with her gun and Jonathan with a lighter and the bat. You pushed Steve away from the door and got your own pistol ready in one hand and your brass knuckles on the other. Steve stared wide-eyed at the door and then at the back of your head, thinking how the hell you got in this mess. You could hear the creature outside the door, the chill going through your body and the indescribable sound reached your ears. Then slowly, there wasn’t a sound anymore.

“Do you hear anything?” Nancy asked. There was a pause, then Jonathan turned off his lighter.

“No.”

The four of you walked out of the room, on your guard more than anything. When you got a good look down the hall and in the living room and there was no sign of the thing anywhere, you sighed heavily. You turned when you started to hear Steve muttering to himself. “This is crazy. This is crazy, this is crazy. This is crazy! THIS IS CRAZY!” Eventually, he was yelling and then lunged towards the landline to dial 911. Nancy went to him and grabbed the phone, throwing it across the room. “Are you insane?!”

“It's going to come back. So, you need to leave. Right. Now.” Nancy said, her voice low and demanding. Steve looked at her then to Jonathan, then looked to you and your damn determined look on your face.

“She’s right, Steve. Go.”

“But Y/N-”

“Now!”

Steve jumped and that’s all it took for Steve to rush out the front door. You sighed and slumped your shoulders, a hand coming up to cover your mouth from the sob that was coming up your throat. Nancy moved to rub your back as your heart started to crack and crumble, all while you knew that might have been the last thing you ever said to the boy you loved.

Steve had made it outside and to his car, his hands shaking with the fear of what had just happened. Just as he opened the door to his car, he turned and started to see the lights flicker in the house again. He stared at the lights, and heard the distant yelling of Nancy and Jonathan, reminding himself that you were in there too. You were in there with that thing and he was just running away again. Running away from you while you could end up dead for all he knew. That made him freeze.

Dead.

You. Dead.

A scream shocked him back and he knew it was you. And he knew that he couldn’t run anymore.

Inside the house, the thing had shown up again in the pitch dark as the lights had gone out. It hovered over Jonathan’s body as you and Nancy shot at it, but also noticing that it wasn’t making a difference. Other than attracting its attention to you. The lights flickered around you, the thing pushing its way to you and Nancy, it moved its arm and flicked Nancy away like it was swatting a fly. Then it was just you. Your gun’s clip was empty, and you were left with just your brass knuckles and dwindling courage. You stepped back and accidentally tripped on one of the cords from the lights, falling and hitting your head on the wall behind you. Pain shot through your body as your vision started to blur, but it didn’t miss the beast open its face and reveal its sharp teeth and flower-like mouth. It also didn’t miss when someone jumped in front of you and hit the thing hard with the bat with nails. As your vision became a little clearer, you noticed who was beating the thing over and over with the bat.

“Steve!”

Steve twirled the bat in his hand and kept hitting the thing into the hall where it got trapped in the bear trap on the floor. A shot of pain went through you again as everything started to get mottled, and you heard the garble of yelling before feeling extreme heat and smoke making you start to cough violently.

Jonathan, Nancy, and Steve stared at where the thing was previously, wondering where it went when your coughing caught Steve’s attention. He turned and saw you still on the floor and quickly made it to your side. “Hey, Y/N. Hey, you okay?”

You nodded as you kept coughing, feeling Steve start to rub your back. When you opened your eyes, Steve was there with worry embedded in the way he looked at you. “Yeah-” before you could finish, you winced at the throbbing in your head.

“What, what’s wrong?”

“I just banged my head when I fell. It’s nothing.”

“It's not nothing if you’re in pain,” Steve said, moving to look at your head. He pushed lightly on your skull and you hissed, flinching away. “You might have a tiny concussion-”

“Thank you.”

Steve froze and moved to look at your face, which looked up and meet his eyes. Steve’s heart started to beat weirdly again, and it was a couple of seconds before Steve remembered what you had just said. “F-For what?”

“Saving me. I would have been monster chow without you.” You smiled lightly, and that was it for Steve. It just hit him that you almost died. Just like he thought. Without even thinking anymore, Steve moved and pressed his lips to yours, pushing so he could just put what he felt into every second of that kiss. Your eyes shot open, only to close and pull Steve closer to you and run his fingers through his hair to deepen the kiss. Just as Steve pushed more to you, you banged your head again and pulled away in pain.

“Oh god. I-I am so sorry!” Steve said, caressing your face and pulling your head away from the wall. “You okay?”

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine. Perfect.” You smiled again and Steve sighed and kissed your forehead, just so happy you survived this and you were where he thought you fit best: in his arms.

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thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis · 5 years

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End of July (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Word Count: 1,038

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Part 2 to “Ahoy, Ladies!” After the events of the 4th of July, you and Steve finally have a moment of peace to reflect on everything. Including yourselves.

Warning: Fluff, SPOILERS FOR THE END OF SEASON 3

A/N: So here is part 2 to “Ahoy, Ladies!” Some people were asking for it so I thought I’d give it a shot. Fluffy fluffiness. Hope you like it. (Also the people that were tagged asked to be tagged if I wrote a part 2)

Ahoy, Ladies! (Part One)

Well, the last couple of days have been...crazy.

You and Steve had finally done something about your requited feelings, feelings that have been driving you crazy for over a year and you finally got the guts to act. After that, it was utter chaos.

Russians.

A secret base under the Starcourt Mall.

Green slime like in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

And don’t even get started on what a group of children called the “Mind Flayer”.

Made out of remains of members of Hawkins.

And the girl who has mind powers. But she’s a whole another story.

Now it was the end of the month, Starcourt Mall burned down along with the remains of the mind flayer and the body of Billy Hargrove. The whole thing was put as some freak accident that killed 30 people including Billy and Chief Hopper who died in the Russian secret base. You were still processing everything that had happened when Steve asked if you wanted to go out.

“You sure? After everything that happened?” You asked as you talked over the phone.

“We can’t just stop living after every bad thing that happens. If that was true, I would have stopped doing things a long time ago.” Steve said. You rolled your eyes at his bad joke and sighed. He was right.

Dammit.

“Okay. What do you have planned?”

---------------------------------------------------

“Wow.”

Steve really surprised you with this one. In his backyard, a blanket was laid out with a bag of burgers, and a case of beer. The outside light gave you some light but other than that it was a bit romantic, it the Steve-esc way he was pulling.

“Is it okay? I don’t have a lot of money since, you know, and I know how you don’t like anything too fancy and you love burgers so-” Steve seemed to ramble as warmth flowed through your chest. He hadn’t done much but he had you in mind for every decision.

“Steve,” You said, turning to him and effectively stopping his rambling. You grabbed Steve’s hand and squeezed it, “This is great.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. Now come on, let’s eat before the food gets too cold.”

You and Steve made your way to the blanket and started to eat, talking and making jokes as you enjoyed each others company. After the food was gone and you had had one beer and Steve two, the both of you laid down on the blanket side by side, watching the starry sky.

Steve turned to you while you were busy trying to explain to him Orion’s Belt and the story behind it. He watched as your face lit up like the stars you were talking about, your smile stretched over your face as facts slipped off your lips like rain. Your eyes were twinkling from the outside light attached to his house, but Steve also thought that they could just be that way naturally, I mean with you it was totally possible.

You finally noticed that Steve’s attention had moved from the sky when he hadn’t responded to your question. You turned your head and saw Steve watching you, something in the way he was looking at you made your heart stumble in your chest. Like you were the most amazing thing in the world.

“Steve?” You asked, for some reason, your voice came out in a whisper. Steve looked up from where he was looking at your lips to year eyes and smiled. “You’re staring.”

“Yep.”

“Any particular reason why?”

“No, just like looking at you.”

You giggled and decided to joke around with him, “That’s a bit creepy, Harrington.”

Steve’s smile suddenly fell away to a scared and worried expression, his body getting tense as he tried to sit up. “I-I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I-”

“Steve!” You moved to grab his arm, stopping him from moving away. “You weren’t making me uncomfortable. I was just kidding.”

Steve didn’t seem to believe you since he hadn’t moved, that was until you moved your hand from his arm to his hand, squeezing it.

“Lay back down.”

Steve finally relented and he moved back down to lay on the blanket. You could see that his body was still stiff, so you decided to take a chance and do something you’ve been dreaming about for months; you cuddled with Steve Harrington.

Steve’s eyes widened as he felt you move and lay your head on his chest. Your arm wrapped around his torso and gripped his shirt as you moved closer and closer into him. Steve looked down and saw the top of your head and he was just hoping his heart wasn’t beating too fast. His body finally relaxed and Steve wrapped his arm around you, holding you tightly to his side. “This is nice.”

“Yeah, it is.”

The two of you laid in silence, every once in a while, Steve would feel you grip onto his side or nuzzle into his chest and at some point, his heart couldn’t take it.

“Hey-ah, Y/N?” He asked. You moved your head so your chin was resting on his chest and you were looking at him. “Remember when you kissed me at Scoops Ahoy?”

You giggled at Steve’s nerves and smiled, “Yes, Steve. It's kinda hard to forget. Why?”

“I just- I never got to ask you if...If you would wanted to go out. Officially?”

Your eyes widened, as well as your smile at the question before you moved and dove towards Steve’s face, holding the sides of his face to kiss him hard on the lips. Steve, once again, is shocked by you kissing him, just like the first time. Only it doesn’t take him as long to reciprocate and kiss you back, sliding one had to your cheek and the other to your waist, holding you close.

You pull back and look at Steve’s blushing face, his lips red from kissing and his pupils dilated like they were when he was drugged by the Russians. Only this time the drug he was on was you. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, you idiot. I’d love to go out with you.”

Steve smiled wide and pulled you back to him, kissing you under the stars.

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thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis · 4 years

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So my commissioned art for my first ever D&D character finally finished. So here is: Quill Coldshore, a tiefling divination wizard 🔮

Just a look into Quill’s Backstory:

Quill was only a couple days old when her nomad teifling parents were killed on the side of the road by thieves. She would have been dead too if not for a passing caravan from the kingdom of Trenzelore stopped them. The person being guarded by the caravan; Ash'eldi Coldshore, human wizard, ends up taking the babe in and bringing it back to Trenzelore where he plead to the Queen and King for him to raise the babe, which they reluctantly agreed to. Ash'eldi named the girl Quill.

Quill was raised in the castle with Ash'eldi teaching her magic as she grew. She was going to start training more seriously when Trenzelore and a neighboring kingdom became at odds with one another, and the battle resulted in the Queen of Trenzelore's death, which Quill received in a vision.

That's when spies of the enemy kingdom killed the King, and Ash'eldi told Quill to escape the kingdom with Prince Vertus before they could kill him too. She tried to escape with the prince but they were separated and Quill doesn't know if he is alive or dead.

Quill has now been traveling by herself now for the past year, hoping to find Vertus.

#oc #thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis writing #dungeons and drawings #dungeons and dragons #d&d #tiefling #teifling #wizard #divination magic #Quill Coldshore

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thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis · 4 years

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Bernadette Lucielle Baudelaire

The Five Times Klaus Smiled at/about Bernadette and the One Time He Didn’t

One

Klaus walked through the compound, sort of aimlessly as his family had all gone their separate ways for the day, leaving him by his lonesome in the New Orleans home. Or at least he thought he was alone until he was walking passed one of the smaller libraries and heard mumbling behind the doors. Klaus stopped and listened more carefully, his hybrid hearing kicking in to hear the mumbling was carried by Bernadette’s voice.

He slowly opened the door to see her sitting next to the fireplace, books piled around her like anthills. Her hands moved in what he has learned is called a “tutting” spell-casting, her fingers moving into intricate angles as the witch continued her incantation.

“Ex spiritum in taculum, en terrum incendium, phasmatos salves a distum.” Klaus watched with a smile as the fire behind her increased and decreased as she went through the spell-casting. Here she was, practicing her magic instead of enjoying the great Louisiana day they were having. But he should have known, Bernadette always came off as a bookworm when it came to magic. “Klaus?”

Klaus snapped out of his reverie and looked over to Bernadette who was no longer doing magic but watching him with a smirk on her face. “Hello, little bird.”

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, I was just wandering around the compound when I came upon your little alcove. Did I disturb you?” He asked, his signature smirk coming on his face as he leaned against the doorway. Bernadette chuckled and moved the book that was on her lap to the side as she stood up.

“No, not really. I actually needed a break.” She said, stretching her arms over her head and accidentally raising her shirt over her stomach. The smooth skin caught Klaus’s eye for a second, but he looked away and pushed off from the doorway.

“Well, why don’t we go out? We can go get some beignets at the Cafe Du Monde.”

“Really?”

“Anything you want, love.”

Two

“Thanks, Rebekah.”

Klaus walked into the sitting room on the second floor only to see his dear sister hugging Bernadette on the couch, both girls clearly oblivious to his presence. Rebekah pulled away and smiled at the witch, “No need for that. Just save me a day this week and we can go out and cheer you up.”

“Sure.” Bernadette sent a small smile her way, one that caught Klaus’s attention because he knew that wasn’t her normal happy smile. When Rebekah got up from the couch, both girls finally noticed Klaus in the room.

“Nik, what a surprise.”

“It shouldn’t be because it is my home as well.”

Rebekah rolled her eyes and walked towards passed him with a pat on his arm and out of the room, leaving him alone with Bernadette.

“You know, you’ve been getting into the habit of lurking in the doorways of rooms. Coming off as a little creepy.” Bernadette said with that smile again, the one that was now getting on Klaus’s nerves. Klaus chuckled as he walked further into the room and sat in the chair adjacent to Bernadette.

“Are you going to tell me what’s got you so upset or am I going to have to turn to my dear sister for an answer?”

“Oh, it’s nothing really.” Bernadette moved to touch her face, and then Klaus noticed that she was checking to make sure there were no more tears on her face. She had been crying. “Just some jackass who stood me up at Rousseau's.”

“A date?”

Bernadette scoffs, “It’s stupid, I know. It was just some guy I met earlier this week. He was really cute and-and he asked me out for drinks. And then he doesn’t show up. I mean, who does that? Who asks someone out and then doesn’t show up?”

“An absolute arse that’s who,” Klaus said, rolling his eyes as a wave of anger bubbled in his chest. How a man could treat a woman like that, treat her like that, left him dumbfounded. “An arse who does not deserve your tears.”

“Yeah, I know.” Bernadette wiped her tears. She let out another chuckle and sniffled, trying to calm down but Klaus could tell that being stood up, being rejected like that, hit some sort of nerve in her.

“Oh, come on, little bird. Let me see that smile of yours. Seeing you like this is like a stake to the heart.”

She looked over to Klaus and a small smile came on her face, not her true smile that Klaus was almost desperate to see but it was getting there. “Oh, and what you would do about it?”

“Love,” Klaus leaned closer to Bernadette, keeping his smoldering eyes connected with hers, “I would give you the moon and the stars if I could. Just to see that smile.”

And then finally, Bernadette slowly let the corners of her mouth lift until she was smiling at him, and Klaus felt a weight he didn't even know he had, lift-off his heart.

Three

Klaus watched as Bernadette paced the library, a look of anger on her face as she moved back and forth with her arms crossed and muscles tense. He had just gotten back from a little skirmish with the New Orleans witches, and it left him covered in his own blood. He was fine now, thanks to whoever for vampire healing, but his shirt was still slick with his blood. Elijah and Rebekah were also in the room, trying to come up with a plan of attack.

“Bloody witches,” Rebekah mumbled, shaking her head. Bernadette stopped her pacing and coughed, getting Rebekah to look over to her friend and for in a rare moment, Rebekah looked sheepish, “Sorry, love.”

“No no, you’re right. They’re bloody witches, but they do have a right to be mad. They’ve been pushed into a corner with no magic and now they want to fight back.” Bernadette said as she started to pace again.

Elijah sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly tired of all this mayhem. He turns back to his brother and watched as Klaus’s eyes seemed to follow Bernadette’s worried steps. “Well, this is definitely something we are going to have to...talk to them about. But we’ll leave that for tomorrow.”

“Elijah-”

“Brother, give us a night to calm down and then we can handle this properly.”

Klaus huffed and watched as Elijah and Rebekah leave the library, leaving Bernadette alone with him. She has stopped her pacing, but now won’t face him at all. “Bernadette. Love, look at me.”

Bernadette waited a few more seconds before turning around to face Klaus. She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed, finally making direct eye contact with him. Klaus smiled, warmed up a little even with her looking at him so coldly. After a few more seconds of silence, Bernadette sighed and looked down at her feet, her shoulders sagging. Images of Klaus being attacked with spells and seeing all that blood really rocked Bernadette to her core, and she didn’t know how she should feel about that.

“I am surprised by your behavior, little bird. It is almost like your worried about me.” Klaus said, chuckling as Bernadette looked back up. What really surprised him was that there was an emotion behind her mahogany brown eyes that actually did look like worry.

“Why is that so shocking to you?” Bernadette asked. She took a few steps forward to Klaus, the smell of his blood all over his clothes so strong she could taste it. Once she was only a couple inches from him, she placed her hand on his cheek, her thumb rubbing against some flaked-dried blood. Klaus had to try his hardest not to fall into the warmth of her hand, the smoothness of her skin driving him crazy with so many feelings.

“It is odd to believe anyone would truly worry about someone like me.”

“Well, you don’t have to think like that anymore. Because I do worry about you, Klaus.”

Bernadette held onto his face a little longer before letting it fall to her side and walking out of the room. And leaving Klaus to wonder why his cheek burned from her touch but was also cold now that it was gone.

Four

The compound was quiet once again as Rebekah had taken Bernadette out to “cheer her up” after she had been stood up last week. Every time Klaus thought of how upset she was about the whole thing made him bubble with anger. Only the last few days, that anger has been mixing with a feeling he didn’t feel all too often; jealousy. His feelings for a Ms. Bernadette Baudelaire have been mixing and changing ever since he cornered her thinking she was a part of the New Orleans coven. But when he found out she and her magic were from Massachusetts and were not linked to the witches hellbent on killing him and his family, he asked of her help. After that, their relationship has morphed through many phases; strangers to acquaintances, to comrades and friends, to now this place of mixed emotions and touches that make him crave more.

Klaus was reading in his room when the compound doors closed loudly and the giggles and laughter of his dear sister and Bernadette echoed off the walls of the courtyard. He smirked as he got up and walked out to the landing to watch a tipsy Rebekah ushering a very drunk Bernadette through the space, Bernadette nearly hanging off Rebekah giggling away.

“What have you done now, Rebekah?” Klaus called out as the two reached the stairs, both turning their heads in drunken exaggeration. Bernadette’s eyes lit up and her hands stretched over her head like a child.

“KLAUS!! Klaus is here! Rebekah, Klaus is here!”

“Oh, Nik, why do you blame me for this?”

Klaus laughed and looked back at them, his smirk starting to turn into a smile as he watched Bernadette’s reaction to his presence. “Because going out was your idea, wasn’t it?”

“Yes. That does not make this my fault.” Rebekah said as she held onto her drunk friend, “Bernadette has the strength of a Mikaelson but not the alcohol tolerance of one.”

Both vampires turned their heads when Bernadette moved from Rebekah’s hold and shakily started up the stone steps, her balance making Klaus uneasy. Just as she started to tip too far one way, Klaus was by her side keeping her straight. With Bernadette’s lagging mind, she looked to where Klaus had been two seconds ago and to where he was now, utterly shocked and confused even though she had seen him use his vampire speed many times. “Wow! You-you have to show me how to d-do that one day, Klauuuuus.” Her stretching his name at the end of her sentence, Klaus had to hold back another smile.

“Okay, my little drunken bird. I think it is time for bed.”

“Noooooooo.” Bernadette pouted as Klaus picked her up into his arms. Even though she was pouting at going to sleep, Bernadette still curled into his arms as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Klaus gave one more look to his sister then started to walk back up the stairs. “BYE REBEKAH!!”

“Goodnight, Bernadette.”

Klaus got to the landing and walked passed the library to Bernadette’s room. It was like the other bedrooms in the house, decked with gold accents and heirloom-like decor but with a hint of a royal blue color that was unique to the room. Books upon books were stacked around the room in tiny piles on the floor and bedside table, making Klaus smile. He finally reached her bed and set her down gently, her body settling into the pillows and blankets. Klaus took off her heels and threw them somewhere in the room, before pulling a knitted blanket Bernadette had owned before moving it over her body. Just as he was about to leave, Bernadette sat up. Her eyes were blurry from her state but still connected to Klaus’s, making him smile warmly at her.

“Klaus, Klaus can I ask you a question?” She mumbled as she settled back into her bed, her eyes looking like they were going to shut at any moment.

“I don’t see why not.” It took Bernadette a second, but when she asked her question, it showed him that Bernadette might like to surprise him.

“Can I start calling you Nik?”

Klaus watched her as her eyes tried to stay open but it looked like the alcohol won and she shut her eyes, her body relaxing and her heart slowing down to tell Klaus that she had fallen asleep. He walked over to her bed, watching her as she seemed so vulnerable, something he wasn’t used to seeing from her. Klaus leaned over and kissed her forehead, holding it there for a second before pressing his own forehead to hers.

“Anything you want, love.”

Five

An explosion of wood splinters flew around in the air as Klaus was slammed into an outside table, landing on the cobblestone ground with a grunt. From the building he was in just before walks out some low-life werewolf strutting through the door like he had already won the fight. Klaus could feel blood starting to drip from his nose but just got up off the ground and stood up, not wiping away the blood now dripping off his chin and staining the ground.

“This can all end now, Mikaelson. Leave New Orleans, never return, and I wan’t have to tear you a part.” the werewolf mocked, cracking his knuckles in some attempt to scare Klaus.

“You’re right, this can all end now. But it will go with me pulling your heart from your chest.”

The werewolf growled and was just about to charge when his body went stiff and then he slumped down to the ground. Klaus looked at the wolf’s back and noticed that nothing was bleeding, nothing looked to be like he was hurt other than the scrapes and bruises from Klaus’s fists. Klaus looked through the door way to the building and out of the shadows walked Bernadette. Her wavy brown hair was moving as the wind hit her face, her eyes meeting Klaus’s quickly before she looked down to the werewolf on the ground. “Did I get him?”

Klaus raised an eyebrow at her, before listening in on the werewolf’s heartbeat which was slowly beating away. “What did you do?”

“Its a new spell I wanted to try out. Basically he’s trapped in his worst nightmares and can’t wake up until I wake him up.” Bernadette smiled as she tapped the werewolf with her foot before making it to Klaus.

“How are you here? You were with Camille at Rousseau’s last time we talked.”

“I-I can’t really explain it, I just had a feeling in my gut. You said you were going to look for whoever was killing people and framing you guys so I did a tracking spell and found you.”

Klaus looked at her, surprise yet again on his features. “Are you telling me you just showed up because you could sense something was wrong?”

Bernadette started to look unsure, her voice wavering a bit as she replied, “Yeah?”

A smile slowly creeped onto his face, stunned by just how powerful she was. His little bird. “You are wonderful, darling. But next time, please stay out of the fighting bit, alright?”

“I’m strong enough to hold my own.”

“I never said you couldn’t. I just rather not in danger’s grasp anytime soon.”

Bernadette flushed for a second, then smiled at Klaus. “Alright.”

“Wonderful. Now, lets get this werewolf back to the compound. I feel like him and I will be having a good chat after you wake him from his sweet dreams.”

One

Klaus awoke to water being thrown in his face, his eyes flying open as he gasped for breath. It took him a second before he realized he was chained up to some structure, his arms held out straight a part like he was Jesus on the cross. In front of him was Marcel, a boy who grew and became as close to him as a son before he betrayed him and his family to, ironically, his family. Davina was a little ways away with her angry little eyes watching Klaus closely, waiting to use her magic if anything were to happen.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Marcel said, his smile mocking Klaus as he paraded around what looked to be the new home to Marcel and his vampires.

“Marcelus, why am I not surprised? You know, there is such a thing as a text if you needed to talk to me so urgently.”

Marcel laughed, but then turned to Klaus more directly and narrowed his eyes. “True. But I think this is a more direct approach to get what I want.”

“And that is?”

“New Orleans.”

Klaus laughed and tried to pull on his chains but to no avail. “Really, Marcel. You just can’t accept defeat like you should. How many times do I have to beat you before you stay beat?”

“I think I have the advantage this time. With Rebekah gone and Elijah occupied with your baby momma. It looks as if everyone as left you. Again.” Just as Klaus was about to respond, Marcel cut him off. “Oh, and that little witch of yours. Bernadette, was it?”

Klaus stopped and watched Marcel, Bernadette’s name off his lips was like a stake to the heart. “Where is she?”

“Oh, one of my guys took good care of her. You don’t need to worry.”

Klaus hung his head as Marcel continued to talk, his fists tightening and anger grew in his chest. Flashes of Bernadette appeared before him; moments that he cherished with her smiling, pouting, worrying and just making his life worth living again.

Davina had looked away for a second as Marcel kept talking, that one look away gave Klaus the chance he needed. He lifted his head, his hybrid eyes glaring daggers at the two who had captured him and brought his arms down hard, snapping the chains keeping him still. With his vampire speed, he quickly snapped Marcel’s neck and before Davina could react with her magic, Klaus pushed Davina to the nearest wall, knocking her unconscious. Before rushing off, Klaus stood over Marcel, “I will deal with you later, Marcelus.” And rushed off.

Klaus zoomed around the building, looking in every room for any clues that Bernadette was there. Hus heart was beating out of his hybrid chest, from the running but more from his worry getting worse and worse. The basement door caught his eye and he ripped the door open, rushing down and looking around the dank, dark room. And then there on the floor was Bernadette.

She was lying in a crumpled heap, and Klaus could smell blood coming from somewhere on her. Klaus rushed to her side, gently picking up and pulling her onto his lap. Once he put his hand under her head, he could feel the blood dripping through his fingers, they must have surprised her, dammit. Klaus bit his wrist and put it to her lips, letting the blood go down her throat and do its healing work. Bernadette stuttered as the blood caught in her throat, but Klaus shushed her and petted her hair, trying to calm her down, “Drink up, love. It will all be okay soon.”

Bernadette eventually pulled away from Klaus’s arm, taking a breath and fluttering her eyes to look at Klaus. Once their eyes connected, Bernadette let out a breath of relief and smiled at Klaus. “Hey Nik.”

“Hey little bird, want to get out of here?”

“My legs aren’t really listening to me right now.” Bernadette said, her breathy voice chuckling in her weakened state.

“No need to worry about that. I’ve got you.” Klaus sent her a small smile and wrapped his arms around her and picked her up bridal style. Much like the time he got her to her room when she was drunk, Bernadette relaxed into Klaus’s touch, gripping onto his jacket. Klaus looked down at her, pulled her close to him and kissed her head. The reality that she was hurt and could have died from that head wound settled in, and he didn’t like that feeling. “I’ve always got you.”

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