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kaistarus · 3 years

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The Nishinoya Family’s Chaos

Pairing: Nishinoya X Reader

Words: 2.6K

Summary: You’re spending time at Noya’s house and all of his sisters are home for the holidays. Noya can’t seem to catch a break, but you’re easily amused by his family’s chaos.

Notes: Apparently Noya has 3 older sisters? As someone with 3 siblings I absolutely could not let this information exist and not write a fic with Noya sibling dynamic. The name and info on his siblings is all made up, as far as I know the only canon is that they exist! :)

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The first weekend of winter break you and Noya had decided to spend Saturday relaxing and watching movies. Tanaka had given Noya several Netflix recommendations, so with plenty of options you were currently attempting to toss popcorn into Noya’s mouth. You had forgotten what Noya’d selected, but whatever it was had already lost your attention. Noya needed to inform Tanaka his taste in movies sucked.

You snorted as your popcorn kernel missed Noya’s mouth entirely and poked him in the eye.

“Nice catch,” you said sarcastically, closing one eye to aim your next shot.

“Nice throw,” he countered, tossing the dropped piece in his mouth.

“It was a perfect throw. Excellent arc and speed.”

“My reflexes are beyond human comprehension. I would’ve been able to catch a mediocre toss,” he lightly squeezed one of your shins that lay across his lap. “It’s okay. I’m sure you’ll improve with time.”

You grabbed a handful of popcorn and threw them at his face. “I think a few of them went in! You’re right, I am improving.”

Noya picked up some of the pieces on his chest and tossed them back at you with a glare, but you shielded yourself with your arms. You tried to pick up another handful, but he’d already tugged the bowl away from your hands to hold protectively against his chest. What a cheater, you thought, as he mischievously smirked at you.

“Hey, Yuu. Can you do me a fav-Oh, hey (Y/N)!” His eldest sister, Yuki, appeared over the back of the couch making you jump. You had nearly forgotten his sisters had all come home for the holidays.

“Depends.” Noya threw another piece of popcorn at your face while barely acknowledging his sister’s presence. After the piece hit you in the forehead you gave him a small kick to the stomach that he over exaggerated with a groan and an arm slinging over it, letting his tongue hang out the side of his mouth.

What a baby.

“I’m going out to eat with some friends,” she said, smirking at your guys’ display before pushing herself away from the couch. “I started a load of laundry though, so I need you to switch it to the dryer in like half an hour.”

“Why can’t Mina or Sayori do it?” He passed you back the popcorn bowl so he could look over the back of the couch and question Yuki properly. You had only met her a handful of times, but she was absolutely ethereal with her beauty, like, just not fair level attractive. Not that you didn’t find Noya attractive, but what the fuck. How had he lived with that for so long and still have self-esteem?

“Because they’re busy.”

“I’m busy,” he gestured toward the television with his thumb.

“You’re not actually watching it.” She said irritated as you heard a lot of drawers sliding open and closed. “It’ll take three seconds, Yuu. Stop whining.”

“What are you looking for?” Noya leaned onto his crossed arms.

“Dad wants me to take his car because of the snow, but I don’t know where he keeps his keys anymore.”

“Drawer by the fridge.” He said lazily as he flopped back down, picking up your feet to lay them across his lap again.

“Thanks,” You heard the rustling of a coat as she likely prepared herself for the weather outside. “Do you guys want me to pick you something up while I’m out?”

Noya drummed his hands against your legs as he thought before raising a brow toward you, but you lifted your hands while shrugging. You weren’t really hungry at the moment, so you wouldn’t be any help.

“Not sure,” he said without looking back. “Can you text me when you’re heading home?”

“Will do,” she said, and you felt a chill over your skin when she opened the door letting the cold air inside. “See you soon. Thanks again, Yuu. Love you.”

“Yeah yeah, you too.” He said while rolling his eyes. Noya shook the bowl around while he searched for the few edible ones left since throwing pieces around didn’t leave you with much actual food. When he glanced up he raised a brow at your fond smile. “What?”

“I just like seeing you be a younger brother,” you said, poking him in the nose. “It’s cute.”

“Don’t demean me. I’m the farthest thing from cute,” he pouted while grabbing your hand to make you cup his cheek. Yeah, leaning against your hand really helped prove his case. You leisurely rubbed your thumb along his cheek as he rested against the palm he held in place.

“My mistake.” You whispered. Noya’s eyes narrowed at your obviously teasing tone, but when they flickered down to your lips you figured he must’ve decided on giving you a pass.

“Yuu did you steal my fucking laptop charger again!?”

His hold on the back of your hand tightened slightly as he squeezed his eyes closed. After a long shuddering breath he gave you a quick apologetic smile before leaning back to glare at the ceiling where you heard aggressive stomping.

“No, I don’t have your goddamn charger!” Noya shouted while cupping his mouth. His head fell against the couch when the stomping moved toward the staircase.

“I told you to stay out of my room!”

“Why would I even want to go into that ugly ass mess!?”

“I’m in the middle of a fucking quiz and my laptop is dying.” His other sister, Mina, came stomping into the living space with murder in her eyes. You shrunk into the couch, but Noya just sneered back at her.

“I don’t even have it.”

“Well it’s not in my room and you always steal my shit.” Mina menacingly marched to stand in front of him with her hands on her hips. “My chargers, my leftovers, my clothes, my-”

“We’ve been over this,” he stood up so they were nose to nose. “If they were your favorite sweatpants you would have taken them to college. They were free game.”

“That’s not how it works!”

“Is too.”

“Is not you fucking shrimp!”

“You’re one inch taller than me!”

“One more inch I can use to kick your ass!” She actually cracked her knuckles before her eyes flickered to you. “Oh my god, (Y/N)? When did you get here?”

“Uh, I’ve been here.” You laughed awkwardly.

“Really?” She furrowed her brow before turning back to Noya and both pinching then twisting his bicep.

He squeaked. “What the hell?”

“Give. It. Back.”

“I. Don’t. Have. It.” He sneered, ripping her hand off him. They glared at each other for a few seconds before Noya sighed dramatically; leaving down the hall to his room with obnoxiously loud steps and slamming the door closed when he got there. You just shook his head at the childish display.

“So, how’s life?” Mina asked while taking a seat on the coffee table across from you. “Yuu treating you good?”

“Yeah, we’re great. He’s amazing.” You said, glancing down the hall where he was probably cursing up a storm.

“He’s a brat, but he’s a great kid.” She pointed a finger at you sternly. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

“Never.”

Noya came back empty-handed and you glanced back to Mina nervously. “It isn’t in my room.”

“You lost my charger?”

“That’s not what I-” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Are you listening to me? I don’t have it. Maybe you just lost it.”

Her jaw dropped. “So, you lose my charger and then try to blame it on me?”

“I didn’t fucking lose-”

“Hey Yuu. I need your help.” Came the voice from his final sister as Sayori wandered into the living room with her face in her phone.

“Oh my fucking god!” He dragged his hands down his face. “So, when I asked everyone to stay out of the living room did that just go over everyone’s head?”

“Jesus, who put a stick up your ass.” Sayori scoffed.

“The brat’s upset because I found out he lost my charger.”

“I didn’t lose-”

“For your laptop?” Sayori clarified and Mina nodded. “Oh, I borrowed that yesterday. It’s in my room.”

Mina blinked and turned to a fuming Noya. “It appears I may have been mistaken.”

“No shit.”

“I will be going now.”

“And stay away.”

She glared at him, but didn’t say anything as she went back to the stairs. Noya, however, like the bigger man he was, stuck his tongue out at her back as she was leaving. You shook your head again. Mina was double the hothead Noya was, so she was absolutely terrifying when angry. And Noya being as stubborn as he was just loved to walk the line.

Once Mina was gone Noya pushed past his other sister to plop sluggishly onto the couch and lay face first onto your lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your smile softened down at him and your hand automatically came up to run your fingers through his hair. It was one of your favorite things to do.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

“Hello,” You felt Noya’s annoyed grumbles against your stomach and you lightly tugged on his hair. He whined and tightened his grip around your stomach.

Sayori sat on Noya’s legs on the opposite side of the couch, making him yelp in pain. He tried kicking her off, but Sayori stubbornly didn’t move until Noya just ended up with his legs on her lap. You smirked at the scene while you just continued to play with Noya’s hair. Sayori was probably your favorite among Noya’s sisters because she had the same chaotic nature.

She also had the same blonde streak of hair and you thought that was really cool because it made them look like twins.

Sayori began poking Noya in the calves repeatedly until he whined dramatically and peeked down at her.

“What.”

“So, I matched with this guy on Tinder and I told him that I really love volleyball, but apparently he used to play it and now I don’t know what to do.”

He gave her a look of disbelief before flipping over on your lap. “Why would you do that?”

“I don’t know. I mean I like watching you play it so it wasn’t a complete lie.” She said as she offered the phone to him.

“Yeah, but you don’t understand it,” he took the device from her hands. You pushed his hair back away from his forehead and fiddled absentmindedly with the blonde strip of hair. Noya began scrolling through something before typing against the screen.

“Okay, well you told (Y/N) that you liked to read,” Sayori rolled her eyes. “I had to research book synopsis while you were texting her and that’s infinitely more pathetic.”

He turned red and kicked Sayori in the stomach. “What the hell? Shut up.”

“Noya, I knew you were lying right away,” you said. “We’re in the same class. You complain about lit class every day.”

“Then why’d you go along with it?” He said, sounding betrayed.

“‘Cause it was funny,” you smirked. “I honestly didn’t know half the books I talked about. I just wanted to see how far you’d go.”

“That’s evil.”

“That’s hilarious,” Sayori added, patting you on the shoulder in approval. “I’m so glad you two worked out.”

“Me too,” you brushed your knuckles along his cheek and he paused to give you a dopey smile.

“Okay, but be mushy somewhere else.” Sayori said, while fake gagging.

“You’re the one invading our space,” he snorted. “This could’ve waited until later, Sayori.”

“What are you even doing?”

“Oh, he’s flirting for me.” Sayori shrugged like it was completely normal.

“And you… want the guy to like you?” You asked, ignoring the half-assed glare Noya sent you.

“He’s actually a great flirt as long as there’s no emotional attachment.”

“Seriously?”

“Stop acting so surprised,” Noya furrowed his brow at you. “I flirted well enough to get you to date me.”

“I guess.” Although if you were being honest you actually fell for how bad he was at flirting with you. You were way more attracted to his awkward attempts to impress you than if he’d been super suave or something.

“This guy’s a loser.” Noya grimaced. “I don’t like the way he’s treating you.”

“Really?” Sayori slid down so she laid beside him on your lap and you lifted your hands awkwardly. He just tilted the screen to her and she tsked. “Man, boys suck.”

Noya nodded in agreement as he handed the phone back to her before she hoisted herself off you.

“So, this is normal then?” You asked.

“Yep, he pulls most of my dates. It’s only when he has crushes that he’s a wreck.” She snorted. “Like, it took three days for him to confidently text you by himself.”

“Don’t tell her that!”

“You were nervous? That’s so cute,” you smashed his cheeks together and Noya furrowed his eyebrows annoyed.

“Isn’t it?” Sayori squeezed his feet and bounced them playfully. “I mean, I had to text you the first day while he paced around panicking and ranting about how cute you were and how he was gonna fuck it up. I’ve never seen him so-”

Noya kicked her in the stomach. “Sayori, leave.”

She rolled her eyes, “After all I do for you…” She got up from the couch and sent a peace sign over her shoulder. “See you guys later.”

“Whatever,” he mumbles under his breath.

“Thank you! I love you!” She screamed from her doorway while Noya reached his hand up to pinch your nose and wave your head around.

“Whatever, love you too!”

You captured the hand on your nose and brought the back of his hand to your lips. “I also love you.” You said softly against his hand.

“I love you, too.” He whispered.

You let yourselves enjoy the first moments of silence together as his eyes drifted closed and you leaned against his hand. The only noise came from Mina’s muffled study playlist drifting through the floorboards as even the television had long fallen quiet-the movie ending a long time ago without either of you noticing.

“I like having you here,” he said, peeking an eye open.

Your eyes softened. “I like being here.”

The washer buzzed and he squeezed his eyes shut while taking a deep breath. He rolled off your lap with a whine, giving you a quick peck on the forehead before he went jogging down the hallway with a promise that he would be right back. You watched after him as he sock slid on the hardwood floor to make a sharp turn and continue running toward their washroom. You couldn’t contain the dopey smile on your lips.

You relaxed back against the couch as your cheeks turned a rosey shade of pink. You stared up at the ceiling fan spinning around and chewed on your bottom lip, mulling over your thoughts.

You really did love being here, being a part of the family chaos. As you heard the dryer start running and a door sliding shut somewhere in the house a nice thrum ran through your heart because… you especially loved being a part of the family chaos with him.

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waatermelon-sugaar · 3 years

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Half-Priced Chocolate

Words = 2.8k

Summary = You hate Valentine’s Day. Nick tries to change your mind.

Warnings = One swear word

A/N = Reader is described as a similar height to Nick, and taller when she wears heels. Also I didn’t mean to write this, it just sort of happened so sorry if it’s not very well thought out ahaha

Posted to AO3

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“You know, I’d pegged you as the type of girl who would do anything to ensure she had a Valentine’s date.” This observation comes casual as anything from your boss, Mayor Wasicsko, as the two of you work together to build beds in the town hall.

A combination of a lot of snow, an early thaw, and then rain, had resulted in flooding all around the city, many having to be relocated. And so here you were, on a night that most were celebrating with their loved one across an over-priced bottle of champagne, some heart-shaped chocolate and probably something red themed, in the town hall, setting up extra accommodation with Nick.

Who you should probably call Mayor Wasicsko in your head.

You’d been here for hours, first building the beds with other volunteers, all of whom had melted away as the night had gone on. All, apart from you and Nick.

“Yeah? Well I pegged you as the type of mayor to sit on his ass all day.” You snipe back, not thinking for a moment, before slapping a hand to your mouth in horror. “Sorry, Mayor Wasicsko, that was really unprofessional of me-”

You stopped your rambling, because … was he laughing?

You flip your end of the sheet the two of you are attempting to fit to the bed, successfully causing his end to yank out of his hands, flying up and causing enough of a breeze to dislodge his hair enough for a strand to flop onto his forehead.

Not that you’d noticed.

“I told you, call me Nick. And it’s ok,” he’s still smiling, annoyingly. “I just - you don’t have some annoyed boyfriend who’s sitting at home waiting for you?”

You shake your head. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no.” You finally tuck in the corner of the sheet at the top of the bed and move to the bottom. “And anyway, I hate Valentine’s.”

Nick throws you a pillow and a case when you hold your arms out. “So you hate love? And happiness?”

You roll your eyes at him, busy stuffing the case, leaving him to struggle with the duvet, gathering the new sheets for the next bed as you talk. “No. I just … I hate the commercialisation of it.”

You wait for Nick to finish with the duvet, before attempting the next bed. “It’s like … so what? If my hypothetical boyfriend doesn’t get me flowers, and chocolate and some shitty card on this one specific day of the year, he doesn’t love me?” You scoff. “No thanks.”

Nick tucks in his corner, thinking about his response. “I think it reminds people to be thankful for the people they love.” Oh God he’s one of those. As if he hasn’t managed to drop in the fact that he’s woefully single for the last two hours whenever the opportunity arose.

“Only romantic love,” you remind him. “And,” you continue, remembering more and more reasons. “It’s all over-priced anyway, and it’s just so couples can feel smug while they walk hand in hand down the street, trying to get a table to a restaurant, where the prices have been upped for two people, and so single people, specifically women, can feel shit about themselves?”

You harrumph again, handing Nick the other end of the sheet. “There is good about it though.” He’s looking at you differently, and you’re not sure how, but maybe it’s because you’re having the first real conversation with him tonight, despite having worked for him for the last year.

You’d talked before, of course, but it usually had something to do with politics, Nick ducking out of his office to ask your opinion on something, before returning back to his phone and papers. It had never been a two-way conversation like this, never nothing to do with either of your jobs.

You raise an eyebrow, tucking in your corners as you wait for him to make his point. “What about the half-priced chocolate the next day?” And … he nearly has you. Until you remember a counter-argument.

“So it’s back to its normal price?”

Nick looks at you like he’s never seen you before in your life. But he changes tack, which you take to mean that you’ve won that particular battle.

“And what’s wrong with celebrating love? Even-” He anticipates your response before you do, “-if it is just romantic love?” He grabs the pillow before you can, leaving you to struggle with the duvet this time.

You’re smiling now, unable to help yourself, as you watch the Mayor of Yonkers, of all people, pick up a pile of bedding. He looks good like this, you think, shirt rolled up to his forearms, collar open, tie left behind somewhere with his jacket. Not that he doesn’t normally look good.

You’ve become more relaxed too, you can feel it, as though every bed that the two of you have completed has shod you of another layer, making you feel lighter. Your heels are by the door, and you are a similar height to Nick without them, which you’ve never noticed before, either being taller than him, or sitting in his presence. There’s something weird about it, but also nice, in a domestic sort of way, as your stocking feet pad around the beds, occasionally catching on the wooden floor. You hope you don’t get a hole. Or worse, a ladder.

But you know it’s your mind which has relaxed the most. Allowing you first to smile at his jokes, then joke back, the tension in your shoulders melting away. And now this. A deep conversation. Which you suppose was bound to happen, the two of you alone after the last volunteer had called it a night at 1am and gone home. But love? Really?

“There’s nothing wrong with celebrating love. It’s just forced, somehow. Like you’re a bad person for not doing it, just because of some long-dead guy who’s now in our calendar.” You finish your duvet, and move to help Nick.

“I think you’re wrong.” And maybe it’s the way he says it, like it’s the most simple thing in the world. “I think it makes sure that people take a breath and appreciate what they have.”

He looks so hopeful, you stop the scoff in your throat, instead letting yourself consider his point. “Well it doesn’t matter, it’s …” You pause and check your watch, blinking in surprise. “Fuck. It’s four in the morning. It’s not Valentine’s Day anymore.”

And then you look up. Properly.

There’s one bed left. You turn around, admiring all the made-up beds. Ok they could be neater, but so what?

“Well.” You turn back to look at Nick as he speaks. “Do you want to take advantage of those sales, or not?”

You blink at him, even as he gestures at you to take the other end of the sheet, unsure if you’re dreaming now.

***

When you exit the town hall, the sky is the cool blue of pre-dawn. Grey clouds still hang, heavy and angry over Yonkers, a precursor of the rain to come. It’s been a cold night, a glimmer of frost on the ground, but you can already feel that it won’t last the day.

You yawn, rubbing your eyes with one hand, while your other holds your heels. Nick’s thrown his blazer over one shoulder, the tie hanging out of his trouser pocket. “C’mon.” Is all he says as he walks towards his car.

It takes a second for your brain to engage. “What?” Your voice has become hoarse from a lack of sleep.

“Can I show you something?” And how can you say no, when he leans against the car roof with one arm, opening the door for you, and looking like that?

Inside the car it’s warm, and tiredness sinks down on you until you can hardly keep your eyes open. Nick only asks for your address, which you give him, and then you’re asleep. You wake when he stops the car on the high street, but fall back asleep when he tells you he just needs to pick up some groceries.

You don’t wake up when he comes back, nor do you wake up when he sets off again. You open your eyes when he gently shakes your shoulder. The sky is much brighter now, the sun peeking over the horizon and you blink, looking at your watch. It’s nearly 7. Which means Nick let you sleep for 2 hours. It takes a second for your surroundings to fall into place, green and brown surrounding you.

Nick’s sitting next to you in the driver’s seat. And in the back seat are his groceries.

You blink again. Harder this time.

Praying your makeup isn’t smudged all down your cheek, you move to sit up straighter, where you’d fallen asleep against the window. “What … where are we?”

Nick doesn’t answer until he’s grabbed one of the bags, clambering out and opening your door for you. “We are in one of the city’s finest parks.” He announces, using his Official Mayor Voice.

As far as you can tell, it’s a pretty basic park. The only notable point is the view. You can see the full scrawl of Yonkers below you, as the sun rises to your right, still fighting the storm clouds left over from yesterday. Funny. You’d heard there was going to be more rain.

As you step out of the car, you put your heels back on, and wince a little. Nick hands you a blanket to carry and sets off towards a clear area without too many trees, and you follow him, spreading the blanket for the two of you to sit on. Nick’s put his blazer back on and you try not to be disappointed, reminding yourself that he’s your boss.

He places the bag between you, and … it’s stuffed with half price Valentine themed food. Chocolates, champagne, even a small teddy. You can’t help it. You let out a laugh as the two of you sit next to each other, the bag between you.

“I never knew the Mayor would be a cheapskate.” You’re only half-serious, and you think Nick knows this, catching the glint in his eye as he replies.

“You’d rather I bought you this full price?”

You shake your head, grinning, but confused on the inside. You must be tired. Hearing that the Mayor, your boss, wants to buy you something for Valentine’s? You must be misinterpreting this.

“And I’ll have you know, that everything in this bag came to less than what it would be in a normal month.” He winks and you groan, theatrical and over the top.

So instead you open the chocolate, grabbing the first one you see and popping it in your mouth. “Nice though,” you mumble, without having swallowed your mouthful, savouring the sweetness of it as it coats your tongue, eyes closing as you lean back on the blanket, missing the way Nick looks down at you.

“Yeah? Worth every cent, aren’t they?” You smile, shaking your head.

“Yes, Nick.” You finally sigh, giving in. “Worth every half-price cent.” You squint open an eye, waiting for his reaction, glad when he laughs, propping yourself up onto your elbows so you don't fall asleep again. And then you look down, and your eye catches on a bottle of champagne.

You reach for it, twirling it on the ground. “So Nick, seeing as how you’re the Mayor and my boss,” you start, sure you’re going to get what you ask for, “and we worked all night long, can we have today off?”

You look at Nick to see him watching your face, amused at the long winded way you’re going about this. Finally he nods. “Yeah I think we deserve the day off.”

You grin widely then, sitting up properly with a burst of energy, and pop the cork. You take the first sip straight from the bottle, leaving a small ring of lipstick behind. You use your thumb to wipe it off before passing it over, the bubbles still tingling on your tongue, washing away the chocolate.

Nick takes a healthy swig as soon as his hand is wrapped around the cool bottle, and you can’t help but watch the way his throat bobs when he swallows, wiping at a drop that escapes his mouth.

You turn to the rest of the bag to distract yourself. There’s at least 3 boxes of chocolate, a pack of strawberries, and a small bear. All of them have the tell tale yellow half-price stickers in clear view. You pull out the bear, amused. “He’s cute.”

Nick hands the bottle back to you, running a hand through his hair. “Got a name for him?”

You think about it for a minute, before deciding. “Arthur the Fourth.” And you place Arthur at the bottom of the blanket, so he’s looking at the two of you.

Nick frowns, looking between the two of you. “The Fourth?”

You laugh, biting on another chocolate. “Yeah. Throughout my childhood, I have had three other teddies, all named Arthur. He will be the fourth.”

“And you lost them all?”

“No, I still have Arthur the Third.” You wash the chocolate down with another sip of champagne, and when you go to scrub away your lipstick again, Nick’s hand stops you. He shakes his head, like he’s having a secret conversation within your public one.

“Shame to hear about the first two though.” You let him take the bottle from you, watching as he - his mouth - touches your lipstick. You can feel your heart rate raise, thumping inside your chest like a drum. You can still feel the ghost of his hand, warm where it touched yours.

You look down on Yonkers again, unable to cope. “Yeah, well. It’s how it happens in real life, I guess.”

The two of you fall silent as the sun climbs pathetically further and further, finally disappearing behind angry storm clouds. Conversation is quiet observations, both of you feeling wrapped up in a bubble of tiredness.

You lie back down, ignoring how the cold of the ground is seeping through the blanket now and closing your eyes as you take a chocolate from the box which you intend to be your last, and you can hear Nick’s smirk when he talks. “Chocolate’s not too bad then?”

You just hum, pretending to think about it. “Yeah not bad,” you finally agree, opening your eyes and turning your head to watch Nick as he leans back on his hands, “But it’s not Valentine’s day so you haven’t changed my mind …”

And Nick’s looking at you like that again, and you could never in a million years anticipate his next question. “So you wouldn’t count this as the best Valentine’s Day date you’ve ever been on?”

You freeze, what? You decline in that moment to mention that it’s the only Valentine’s date you’ve ever even been on, and you also choose to ignore that it’s not Valentine’s Day anymore, shaking your head. You can’t quite believe what you’re about to say, heart beating faster than normal, blood thrumming in your ears. “I would count it as the best date I’ve been on.”

And then you’re laughing at the look of shock on his face, quickly stopping when he ducks down to kiss you.

Nick, your boss, the mayor of Yonkers, is kissing you.

It takes you a second to respond, shock freezing you where you lie. But then your hands are on his neck, pulling him back down over you as he deepens the kiss, tongue exploring your mouth. His forearm is resting on the blanket next to your head, supporting his bodyweight, his other hand cupping your cheek. His moustache is tickling you slightly, but you don’t care.

He tastes sweet, from the chocolate. But then, you can taste the bubbles from the champagne, you can taste how cold it was, you can taste the birds chirping in the trees above you, and you can taste how warm the sun’s rays felt five minutes ago.

It’s perfect.

Until the clouds open above you.

It starts gently, and you don’t feel it at first, and when you do, you ignore it, more interested in snogging Nick. Your feet are becoming wet quickly and the rain falls in large drops.

Nick’s the first one to pull away, and you follow him, chasing his lips with your own, not wanting to open your eyes. When you do, you realise your feet are wet from the bottle of champagne falling over, and Arthur’s looking to be in danger of rolling away.

You can feel the rain on your head, and the drops are falling faster. You snatch Arthur and the now-empty bottle up, Nick scrambling to get everything back in the bag. At the last second, you ball up the blanket, ignoring how it brings half the floor with it, and the two of you run towards Nick’s car, laughing as the rain soaks the pair of you.

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emm-jayy · 4 years

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unexpected (iv) -Spencer Reid

Summary: everything is blurred as Spencer tries to find you

warnings: drug and alcohol use, gunfire

word count: 3.6k

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All Spencer could see was white, all he could hear was ringing. He’s not sure how long he was on the ground for, but as soon as he can, he scrambles to his feet. Spencer turns his head every way he can, looking for you.

Yesterday

You and Cameron speed away from the warehouse. You sigh, wind running through your hair as you let it down. Your face might still slightly burn from the slap Hunter had given you, but the cool air of the car makes it feel better.

You had decided to go to Cameron’s apartment before tonight, he lived with a girl, Skylar, that you were good friends with. Well, she had been your partner on a number of jobs, so you had grown close that way.

You pull up to Cameron’s apartment, he throws his keys to you, and you walk up the stairs to unlock it. The apartment was simple, nothing too fancy. Personally, you didn’t have an apartment. You didn’t want anything that could possibly be traced back to you. Sure, Cameron didn’t use his own name, but there were still other ways it could be traced.

You say hey to Skylar, her red hair was down, and she was sporting a septum and eyebrow piercing. You flop down on the couch, graciously taking a drag of the cigarette she was offering. “What have you been up to?” You ask, misting referring to ‘business’ related stuff.

“Hunters happy with me, I've gotten a lot of Cloud Nine onto the streets. And, I found a way to increase profit with it.” Skylar says, smirking. There was a rumor Skylar was sleeping with him, but you knew that wasn’t true. Hunter was too stuck up and proper for that.

“Nice one Sky.” You say, holding your hand up for a high five, and she complies. You see Cameron go over to the fridge, searching for some form of alcohol and/or food, when his phone rings. He sighs, answering with a hello. He turns to you after a moment, mumbling a “yes.” then after a minute, he hangs up.

“We have another job.” Cameron says, closing his phone. You sigh, “What is it?” You ask, a look of disappointment on your face.

“You’ve gotta call your FBI buddy tonight.” Cameron states, and you sigh, running a hand through your hair. You obviously didn’t think that you would have to speak to Spencer ever again. You thought that in a few years he would be a ghost of a memory, but you could still revel in the touches you shared.

“Why? What do I have to say?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows. Cameron looks at you, slight regret in his eyes.

“We are going to burn down NorthGate Plaza.” He says, and shock fills your body. Noctiphany had never done something so major before. This was a huge step up for the publicity of the organization.

“Why do I have to call that agent?” You ask Cameron. “To get his team there. Boss wants a lot of cops and publicity to show how easily we can get away.” Cameron explains.

You look to Skylar, and then a smile forms on your face, “As long as we can get black out drunk after.” You say, a small laugh coming from you. Cameron rolls his eyes, and agrees, “You’ve gotta call him around 9.” He says, and you nod. You need something to do for the remaining four hours, so you spend that time watching shitty soap operas, and eating horrible, but somehow delicious food.

Your heart is racing at 9. You knew that you would hang up the disposable cell phone before Spencer could even respond, but it still filled your body with anxiety. You had what you were supposed to say written out on the table, a time and place. You dialed the number, and held the phone to your ear. You don’t even wait for a greeting before delivering the message.

“9:00 pm, tomorrow, at NorthGate plaza. Be ready, Princess.” You say, and hang up the phone as quickly as you can. The nickname had just slid off your tongue, a cursed reminder to Spencer about the times you had shared, a reminder of the betrayal he felt.

A chill ran down your spine, something that often happened before you began to cry. You set the phone down, and clear your throat, “C'mon guys, let’s go celebrate.” You say, clasping your hands together. Cameron and Skylar smile, and you all head out the door.

You have to enter the bar from a door in the back, and you must know the password. Cameron knocks on the door the specific way, and tells the bouncer the password. The door opens, and you take in the scene. The bar is dimly lit with warm toned lights. You can smell the stale beer and liquor in the air, it wasn’t necessarily the best smell, but you had associated it with good memories.

You tell Ben, the bartender that was usually working, your order of Jack and Coke. He nods, and begins to make it for you. You take it graciously, and turn back to your friends. Skylar has a slick smirk on her face, and you question it.

“I know that look Sky, what do you have?” You say, copying her smirk. She pulls a bag out of her pocket, and you recognize it as Cloud Nine.

You roll your eyes, “Just give me a half.” You say. While you did want all of your problems to float away, you didn’t want tomorrow to be all hell. In fact, you had never actually tried Cloud Nine for that reason. For the work you did, you needed your mind to be sharp. Given the events that had occurred recently though, you decided to give yourself a break.

You down the pill Skylar gives you, impatiently waiting the 15-20 minutes it takes to kick in. You stir your drink, and talk about Cameron’s latest job he was on. It was only whenever you got out of your chair to order another drink, when you realized the effects. You feel as though you are walking on nothing, and you begin to giggle.

The 80s and 90s mix in the bar makes you move and sway your hips. You feel a body behind you, and it’s Cameron. You smile, jokingly moving your hips against his, and he plays along seemingly grinding into you. You hear the people around you laughing, cheering you on as you dance.

What you didn’t know is that Cameron had actually not taken any Cloud Nine, and was completely sober. Also, no one told you about the horrible come down of Cloud Nine.

An hour and a half after you took your half of the pill, you are sitting at a table with your head in your hands, almost in tears. You were ranting about everything wrong in your life, but something specific had seemed to grab Cameron’s attention.

“And that whole thing with the FBI agent, Spencer Reid.” You said, and Cameron’s ears perked up, “I know it was supposed to be a fuck and duck, but I think I’m in love with him.” You confess. You attempt to stop yourself, but the words keep coming, “I can’t stop thinking about him, and how good it felt that one time that I slept in his arms.” You sigh, this was the only time you had really confronted your feelings on the whole situation.

Skylar held your arm sympathetically, “You will get closure tomorrow.” She says, her words slurring slightly. You nod, eyes still watery.

“Come on guys. We need to get back to the apartment.” Cameron says, pulling you and Skylar up by your arms. You follow his lead, stumbling all the way into the backseat of the car. You drift in and out of sleep on the way back to the apartment. Cameron helps you and Skylar to the door, and through the living room. You chug the cup of water he gives you, and collapse on the air mattress in the living room.

You wake up the next morning with an awful pounding in your head. You groan, rubbing your eyes as they adjust to the light. You hear a slight laugh from in front of you, and you open your eyes fully.

“I feel like a mom, making bacon and eggs for my kids.” Cameron says, a nervous laugh falling from his lips, He moves the pan back and forth on the burner. You laugh slightly, taking in the smell of bacon. It had been a while since you had one of these breakfasts. You, Cameron and Skylar liked to have a nice breakfast before you went on a job.

You grab the cheap paper plates off of the counter, and impatiently wait for the bacon to be done. You needed something greasy after the terrible hangover you were enduring.

You could see that Cameron was sneaking glances up at you, but you decided to ignore it. You rub your head again, attempting to remember the events of last night. All you can remember is clouded vision, feeling light, and dancing provocatively against your friends.

Before you ask Cameron what happened last night, you hear Skylar walk into the room, exhibiting the same actions as you. You laugh, “Last night was crazy huh?” You say, smirking at Skylar.

“I’ll say.” She says, returning the smile. You turn to Cameron, noting his gritted teeth. “Did you end up driving us home?” You ask him, attempting to meet his eyes, but to no avail.

“Yeah.” Cameron says, finally turning to you, “After you declared your love for that FBI agent to the entire bar, I decided to take you and Sky home.” He says, shaking his head.

“Woah.” You say, laughing slightly. “I was obviously coming down from Cloud Nine. You know how emotional that stuff makes you.” You say, making slight excuses for yourself. You put your hand on Cameron’s shoulder in an attempt to make him feel better.

“Eh, you’re right.” Cameron says, a smirk ghosting his face. You laugh, “Loving a cop? A fed no less? Come on.” You add, and that brings a full on smile to his face.

“Let’s eat.” Cameron says, “We have a lot of prep to do.”

Skylar was skilled with computers, but attempting to access files from the FBI and local law enforcement was still difficult. She was attempting to figure out how many agents would be at the plaza that night. She was trying to access phone and email records to see if they had called in SWAT teams.

“Let’s just assume that the whole nine yards is there. What do we do?” You ask, addressing both Cameron and Skylar.

“We need to make a threat.” Cameron says, “I say that we tell them that the plaza is already soaked head to toe in gasoline, and then we threaten them by lighting a match.” Cameron says, a devilish glint in his eyes. “Knowing that not even the FBI can help everyone feel safe will freak everyone out.” He says.

You nod in agreement, “But what if they think that we are bluffing, and they shoot us?” You ask, biting your thumbnail. Cameron throws his hands up, “We are just doing to have to take that chance.”

This back and forth goes on for a while. Cameron insists that Hunter needs this done a certain way, otherwise he could kick him out of the organization. It seemed as though Cameron thought he was in charge, when you knew it was your ass on the line. You had been in the organization far longer, and just because you, Cameron, and Skylar were in the same rank, didn’t mean quite a lot. You (in your opinion) were far more skilled at most everything.

Skylar stays neutral for most of the conversation, until you ask her, “What do you think?” She seems shocked by your words, not many people seemed to include her in conversations. She was more like a jack of all trades, master of none. You however, managed in stealth and secrecy. Cameron managed in planning, and financial gain. Skylar knew how to do almost everything, and you respected her for that.

“I agree with Cameron. We have to have a threat otherwise they won’t take us seriously.” She says, giving you a sympathetic look. Another thing you respected about Skylar was that she wasn’t really meant for this job either. She just took what she was given. She didn’t have to be in this line of work. She could have used her skills in many other places.

You nod, you always trusted Sky more than Cameron to a fault. “Alright, that’s what we’ll do.” You glance at the clock, the time being about 4. You groan, time passing was one of the worst things about this job. Having a smartphone was a big no. The police and FBI tracking that was way too easy. You had to watch TV and occasionally read books for entertainment. You had sometimes opted for different ways to sharpen your skills. Learning simple gymnastics and tumbling was one. Your small frame made it easy to slip through gaps. This aided in your speciality of stealth.

You flop back onto the couch, “Sky, any luck with getting into the database?” You ask, looking over at her, and she shakes her head, “I have to be extremely careful, because if they know i’m in they will trace it back to me.” She says, her voice trailing off as she types faster.

You nod, getting up to get another water bottle. Your nerves were still racing at the thought of seeing Spencer, but you were trying to suppress them. You kept trying to remember that you were dedicated to this organization. That relationships were not supposed to stand in the way of that. Yet your mind keeps drifting back to the way he held you. Could it have been love? The way his hands grazed you hips in the shower, the way his arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer. Was it love?

You coughed at the realization, forgetting that you had to actually drink the water amidst your thoughts. Cameron comes up behind you, patting and rubbing your back to help you regain breath. You furrow your eyebrows, he had never been this physical with you. It might’ve been odd, but you chalked it up to just a weird situation.

You needed to get ready for tonight, so you attempt to find something to wear. All black, but make it chic, you thought. One of the few things you enjoyed about the job was the clothes. Oddly enough, you enjoyed the ‘Criminal Aesthetic’.

You picked a typical all black ensemble. The gun holsters that you had sewn onto the pants were not to be used today. It was about burning down the plaza. While killing officers might bring fear to the public, they would cover it up. Burning down a public building that everyone felt safe in? That was a good plan.

You pulled on the tight long-sleeved black shirt, and the black cargo pants. You applied red lipstick with dark eye makeup. Were you doing this so that Spencer would see you and his eyes would go immediately to you? You weren’t sure.

You let your hair down as you walk back into the living room of the small apartment. Skylar sees you, giving a ‘Damnnn’ and you laugh. While you had told the feds 9, you knew that really meant 8:30. So at 8, you pile into the nondescript car, and you are on your way.

You park the car a good walk away from the plaza, and walk up to the center of it. As soon as you can hear cars in the distance, you expect Cameron to pull out matches. Instead, he pulls out a gun, “I’m sorry to have to do this Y/n.” He says, cocking the gun and pointing it towards you.

You freeze. Long enough for Cameron to put you in front of him, a gun pointed to your head. You see the black SUVs pull up, and fear rakes through your body. This is not how you thought you would be seeing Spencer again.

Spencer walks out of the car, putting his hands up. You attempt to warn him, but to no avail. Spencer, the hero he is, wants to save you. You hear the anger in Cameron’s voice, and you slip away once again, warning Spencer.

“It’s okay Princess.” Spencer says, and it’s hard for you not to smile at the nickname. Spencer begins to challenge Cameron, speaking about all the times you shared together.

Cameron spits out the words, “She wants me.” And you automatically attempt to yell no against his hand. Spencer looks at you, and you can tell automatically what he’s trying to tell you with his eyes. It’s interesting how you could do that with someone you hadn’t known for more than 2 weeks.

They say that Whenever your life is in danger, it seems like your true feelings about everything surface. In that moment, you knew your true feelings about Spencer. You knew that you loved him, and that maybe he loved you back.

Everything blurs together as you hear gunfire, and everything goes white for a moment.

Spencer is trying to look for you, his eyesight is still blurred. Finally, he sees you, your leg is hurt, and the man who was holding you at gunpoint is trying to pull you away.

Spencer doesn’t hesitate, he runs as fast as he can, trying to catch up to you. He finally does, tackling you to the ground. The man that was pulling you looks back, and seemingly decides that you’re not worth it. He runs off.

Spencer takes a breath, looking over your body for an injury. He sees that it’s your leg that’s injured, a bullet had hit your thigh. With Spencer’s limited medical training, he concludes that you will be fine. You will still need to go to the hospital, and you’ll need to have an agent or officer go with you. Spencer decides without anyone approving, that it will be him.

He does what he has to, and pulls your arms behind your back to handcuff them. He takes a look at your face, there is no smirk on your face this time. Just regret and sadness.

“I’m sorry.” Spencer says quietly, and you nod, understanding. He helps you get up, “How much pressure can you put on it?” He asks, and you groan at the feeling of trying to walk. Spencer, without hesitation, puts you on him and walks you to the ambulance that had arrived.

The medics take over from there, they ask if Spencer is hurt, and he shakes his head. He is zoned out, only focused on you when Morgan comes up behind him. “Are you okay?” He asks, looking at Spencer.

“Yeah, are you guys not chasing that guy?” Spencer asks, a harsh tone in his voice. From behind him, he hears a groan, “He had a getaway car. You’ll never find him.” You say, and Spencer turns to you.

“Where would he go?” He asks you, searching your face. You have a small smile on your face. “I can tell you the address of the apartment we were at, but I highly doubt they’ll go back there.” You say, and the medics lift you in the ambulance.

Spencer turns to Morgan, “I’m riding with her.” He says, matter-of-factly. Before Morgan can tell him no, he’s already climbing in.

On the way to the hospital, Spencer wanted to hold your hand. Instead, he settled on putting his hand on top of yours.

Spencer stands outside of your hospital room. The officer assigned outside of your room was looking at him a bit weird, but he didn’t care. He needed to be in there. To everyone else, he was conducting an interview, but there were other things he needed to get off his chest.

He finally works up the courage to go in there, telling the officer that he has this. The officer walks away, presumably to take a break.

Spencer walks into the room, and you turn your head, smiling at him. “Hey princess.” You say, but Spencer sees through your behavior.

He sees the fear in your demeanor, the regret in your eyes. The way your face falls after sentences.

He can’t help it, he turns your face, and captures your lips in a soft, short kiss. When he pulls away, you nod, “I’m sorry.” You say, tears threatening to fall down your face.

The memories of betrayal and hurt go out the window whenever Spencer sees you cry. He wraps you in a hug. “It’s okay.” He mutters over and over again. Whenever he pulls away, he gives you a sweet smile.

“I have to ask you some questions princess.” He says, pulling out a notepad. He didn’t need the notepad, he just needed something to occupy his hands so that he didn’t put them on you.

He asks you many questions, and he has to assume you’re telling the truth. You were betrayed by the organization, and seemingly your best friends.

After asking all the questions he needs to, he squeezes your hand, and gives you a bittersweet goodbye. Spencer walks out of the hospital room, and he presses his back against the door.

Your trial would be very soon, and he was terrified for the results.

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With You In My Head || Rafe Cameron x Reader

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven part eight

summary: it’s going to be a long summer. living in the Outer Banks with your trailer park mom and fancy mansion dad, you know it’s going to be a tough three months. things only get harder when your best friend’s brother, the notorious Rafe Cameron, begins to complicate your life even more. but will the island’s biggest wildcard successfully steal your heart, or leave you more broken than before?

word count: 4k

warnings: good old fashioned smut

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PART FIVE

Once again, guilt consumed you like a wildfire. But this time, it wasn’t guilt over Rafe; it was guilt for Rafe. Kissing JJ was a rash, spur-of-the-moment decision that you instantly regretted as soon as you tore your lips away. For one thing, you had zero feelings for JJ, and knew that this would confuse the blonde to no end. For another, you had hoped it would ignite something in Rafe, but instead it seemed to extinguish what little fire for you he had left.

Groaning, you flopped onto your bed that night and stared up at the dark ceiling. There was a reason you weren’t spontaneous, and always thought things through. That careful mindset helped you avoid mistakes like this. Grabbing a pillow, you pressed it to your face and screamed into the cushy material, letting it absorb the sound of your frustration.

“You’re an idiot,” you whispered aloud, teeth grinding and head spinning. What’s worse, you didn’t know when you’d see Rafe again, if you even would. Sarah was bound and determined to avoid him at all cost, and she was your only real link to the blue-eyed boy.

Maybe it’s better this way, you tried telling yourself. It’s not like anything would’ve happened with Rafe. Repeating these thoughts in your head, you forced away any memory of blue eyes or dazzling smiles. Better off without him, you believed.

The next day, in order to keep your mind off of your latest mistake, you took your bike out for a spin. You used to love biking as a kid, and it was a serene hobby that was much-needed at the time. You wove through familiar neighborhoods until you were in the heart of The Cut, near JJ’s house. Almost out of instinct you veered onto his street to pass by his trailer.

As luck would have it, the Pogue was right outside his front door when you approached. Slowing to a halt, you hopped off your bike and sent him a wave.

“Well, well, well,” he started as you walked up to the step where he sat. “Come to steal another kiss?”

Blushing, you pushed a lock of hair behind your ear and sighed. “About that...” you began, wondering how on earth you’d explain the bold kiss.

JJ grinned, nudging you with his shoulder. “Hey, it’s all good. I liked it. A lot, actually.” His eyes sparkled, but this reaction only caused you to cringe inwardly. The last thing you had wanted was to get JJ’s hopes up, only to inevitably smash them.

“Look, JJ...” Words escaped you, and you stared down at your feet rather than at him. “I didn’t know what I was thinking when I kissed you.”

He shrugged. “Sometimes those are the best kisses. All I’m saying is I’m game to do it again. I always thought there was something special about you.” You felt him leaning in, and instantly turned your head away in rejection.

Closing your eyes in embarrassment, you sighed. “I’m so sorry, JJ. But...there’s someone else, okay?” The words slipped out before you could think them through. You figured saying you liked someone else would let JJ down easy, but you could tell it only made him more curious.

Cocking an eyebrow, JJ whistled. “Alright, so Y/N has a little crush. Who might it be?” He didn’t sound hurt at your rejection of his kiss, which was a minor plus side. But you also knew how stubborn he could be, and that he was not going to let this go.

“JJ--” you stalled, clearly trying to backtrack. “I-It’s nothing, I swear. I’ll be over it by tomorrow, honest.”

He shook his head firmly. “Nope, no way. I just got rejected, so I think I deserve a little explanation as to why.” Even though JJ was joking, you still did not want to reveal who you were ‘crushing’ on.

Hugging your knees to your chest, you sighed again. “You cannot tell the others,” you predicated, voice stern. “I mean it JJ. Not a word of this to them.”

JJ pretended to zip his lips.

“Especially not Sarah,” you added quickly, causing his brows to raise in question. Wincing, you knew you just had to spit it out, so you murmured, “It’s Rafe.”

There was a beat of shocked silence. And then JJ’s face twisted into a mixture of surprise and disgust, making your heart drop. “Rafe? As in Rafe Cameron?”

All you could do was nod miserably.

JJ snorted. “You’ve got to be kidding, Y/N. He’s such a dirt-bag Kook. I mean, you saw the shit Topper did yesterday.”

“He’s not Topper,” you tried to defend, but your voice was weak.

“Yeah but he’s friends with him,” JJ countered. “He’s a sleaze who only cares about partying and sleeping around. All the Kooks are the same.”

Hurt by his harsh words, you said feebly, “What about Sarah? She is a Kook, you know. Maybe Rafe has the same potential.”

JJ shook his head. “No, something about that guy is just off. And I have the bruises to prove it.” He tilted his head to show the residual blue spots on his face where Rafe had beat him. Feeling sick to your stomach, you looked away from him and out at the distant forest.

“He’s different around me. Or at least he was.” No matter how much you pretended to hate Rafe, there was a reason he was always on your mind. It was his easy smile, his captivating charm. He made you feel better than you ever had before.

“When have you hung out with Rafe Cameron?” JJ sounded shocked you’d ever even exchanged words with the guy.

You shrugged. “I don’t know, we’ve run into each other on the beach a few times. And then he invited me to one of his parties, where we...spent time together.” JJ definitely caught your drift, because he groaned in disgust.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, and you pushed at his arm.

“Don’t judge me JJ, alright? I already feel enough like shit.” Humiliation simmered in your stomach, and you felt sick just thinking about that night on the beach.

JJ put his hands up. “Alright, fine, no judgment. But seriously Y/N, he’s bad news.”

You frowned, resting your chin on your knees and wishing you were back in your bed. “I know. It’s not like we were ever gonna become anything, anyway,” you explained morbidly. JJ didn’t answer, probably not wanting to upset you any further. But your mood had already been ruined, and not even a serene bike ride could clear your cloudy thoughts.

You were so distracted by your disastrous talk with JJ that you failed to notice the fancy car parked outside your trailer when you got home. Instead you just walked right through the door and into an ambush.

“Sunshine!” Your dad stood in the middle of the living room, his smile plastered on so bright you took a minute to adjust. Your mother was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter almost for support. The look she gave you was full of sympathy, and you knew something bad was about to happen.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, skipping right over a greeting. Your dad almost never came over to The Cut, and it was strange seeing his expensive appearance in such a run-down trailer.

“Here to see you, of course,” he answered cheerfully. “I was just telling your mother about a dinner party I’m hosting at my place tonight. You’re both welcome to come.”

Your mother’s smile was pinched. “I have to work a double tonight,” she informed him. “But Y/N would love to go.”

Oh, would I? You wanted to strangle your mother for trying to force a relationship between you and your father. You knew her intentions were good, but the man was insufferable. After such a stressful few days, a dinner party with him might push you over the edge.

Working up the courage to speak, you said, “I really don’t think I can make it. I’m super tired--”

“So take a nap! It’s not till later tonight.”

Grimacing, you tried again. “Well, Sarah might want to do something--”

“Sarah will be there!” he interrupted. “It’s a joint dinner with Ward. Sort of a double family affair. All the Camerons will be there.”

This peaked your interest. Trying to mask your surprise, you cleared your throat. “Um, R-Rafe will be there? And Sarah?” you added quickly to cover your tracks.

“Of course. It’ll be fun, you’ve gotta come.” Your father’s exuberance was almost annoying enough to make you refuse. But the mere prospect of seeing Rafe again, and so soon, was tempting. You didn’t know if you’d ever get another opportunity to be relatively alone with him.

Finally nodding, you consented. “Okay, I’ll go.”

Your father’s eyes lit up. “Great! It’s a nice dinner party, so dress up a little. I’ve got a new suit I’ve been dying to try out.” You noticed your mother’s eye roll and stifled a smile. Your father left shortly after, and you exhaled as you fell against the door.

“I can’t believe you let him in here,” you told your mother, and she chuckled.

“I almost thought about keeping the door locked. But in all seriousness, Y/N, I want you and your father to spend time together. We have joint custody, you know.”

Scowling, you grumbled, “He’s barely even a parent to me anymore.” You didn’t say anything more before disappearing into your room. Preparing for this dinner would be an all afternoon task, and you set to work figuring out what to wear.

After tearing through your closet and attempting several awful makeup looks, you finally settled on the winning look. A thin-strapped, short white dress with vertical blue stripes and strappy sandals. The dress highlighted your shoulders and collarbone, and the shoes made your legs look tan and toned. Your tousled hair was thrown up into a bun that you hoped looked more put-together than it did in the mirror. As for makeup, you merely swiped on some mascara and lipgloss and walked out the door. The less dwelling you did on your appearance, the less terrified you’d be for the dinner.

The walk to Figure 8 was long but much-needed. You needed to mentally prepare for what was to come. First, putting up with your dad all night was bound to be a struggle. Second, figuring out what Rafe was thinking and if he was really mad at you. Third, and possibly most important, hiding your feelings about Rafe from Sarah. You knew if she ever found out what you’d done with her brother, she’s be furious. Somehow you had to get Rafe alone to talk.

Inhaling deeply as you approached the front door to your father’s house, you braced yourself for what was inside. You only knocked twice before the door swung open, but it was Ward who greeted you.

“Well hello there, Y/N,” he said with a grin. “Come on in; your dad’s almost done with the cooking.”

You smiled tightly. Your dad was an amazing cook, and your childhood was spent concocting the most fantastical recipes. Your heart clenched at the memories, and as you entered the kitchen it all but stopped at the sight of Rafe.

He was leaning nonchalantly against the cupboards, arms crossed. He wore a light blue suit complete with a dark bow-tie, looking clean and professional with his gelled hair and suave expression. He glimpsed you, and his smirk faltered slightly. You hoped it was because you looked good in your dress, and not because he was unhappy to see you.

“Y/N,” he said simply, tone unreadable.

“Rafe,” you responded, holding his gaze. His blue eyes stayed locked on yours, but then Sarah breezed by and the moment ended.

“Thank God you’re here,” she told you. “I’ve had to put up with dad jokes and Rafe all on my own.” She sent her brother a glare, and Rafe’s distant smile made butterflies spiral into your stomach.

“Happy to be here,” you forced out. Everyone gathered around the dining table, where a lavish array of food was already spread out. Rafe sat across from you, Sarah to your left and your father at the head of the table with Ward beside his son. You had no idea where to look since Rafe’s face was front and center.

“I hope everything tastes good,” your father admitted, feigning humility. “I haven’t cooked a full meal in forever.”

“It’s delicious,” Sarah commented. Ward nodded and raised his fork in agreement.

Distracted by Rafe’s proximity, you failed to realize everyone’s eyes were on you.

“Honey? What do you think?” Your father sounded hopeful, and you knew he considered you his number one critic.

“It’s good,” you confirmed, but you hadn’t even touched your plate yet. You pushed the food around with your fork, too nervous to eat.

“So, Rafe. You’re not enrolled in college and you don’t have a job--what are you doing?” your father asked. You knew he was trying to joke, but he was always one to make very blunt comments like this. Rafe swallowed roughly, caught off guard by the forward question.

“Um...” he started, pushing a hand through his hair. Once again it messed up the gel, and you bit your lip as a piece fell over his forehead. “Trying to figure it all out, I guess,” he said with a small laugh. “I like the idea of going into business, and a college degree isn’t necessarily a requirement.”

Your father considered this. “Yeah, I guess you make a fair point. Y/N here is definitely college-bound, aren’t you sunshine?”

With the attention on you now, you flushed. “Er, I guess so.”

“You want to be an engineer, right sweetie? You were always so obsessed with those building blocks as a kid. I swear, she’ll design the next wonder of the world.” He and Ward chuckled at this, and Sarah shot you a smile. Rafe was regarding you closely, eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite decipher.

Since the beginning of dinner, tension had risen between you and the blue-eyed boy. It was almost palpable, making it hard to breathe. Whenever Rafe would move, you were acutely aware. You sensed every smile, every ruffling of hair. Whenever his eyes skimmed yours you felt electrified, and eventually you felt your cheeks grow warm. You prayed Sarah wasn’t picking up on your change in mood, and attempted to calm your racing heartbeat.

“Do you have a country club membership yet, Y/N?” Ward asked you. When you shook your head, he continued, “Gotta fix that, then. It’s one of the best perks of this island. We’ll get you a pass and then Rafe can show you around, since he knows it the best.” He elbowed his son, who gave you a long, meaningful look.

“Sure. I’ll do whatever she wants.” The words were heated, and they made your lips part in surprise. Rafe was bold with his choice of words, but fortunately only you had caught on to the innuendo.

“Oh, great!” your father responded. “That would be fun.”

Sarah snorted. “I’m sure hanging out with my brother is going to be loads of fun,” she joked, and you forced a chuckle to appease her. Glancing up at Rafe, you met his amused expression with a blush.

Dinner was winding to a close, and everyone was bringing their plates to the kitchen. Sarah’s phone rang, and she squealed as she went to answer it in the next room. It was probably John B., and you knew she’d be occupied for at least half an hour. Ward and your father were in an intense discussion about basketball brackets, so you and Rafe were on no one’s radar.

After leaving your empty plate in the sink, you turned to see Rafe striding down the hallway. Eyes narrowing, you didn’t want to miss this chance. So you rushed to catch up with him, surprising him by grabbing his arm and pulling him into the small bathroom just off the kitchen.

Once locked inside the tight space, you faced Rafe and folded your arms. He mussed his hair and gazed down at you, taking in your appearance in the yellow fluorescent lighting.

“’I’ll do whatever she wants’,” you stated, one brow raised. “Really, Rafe? Way to be subtle.”

His smirk widened, and he brought one hand to the wall so you felt surrounded by his presence. “It’s true. Whatever you want, baby.”

You ignored the way his words made your legs press together, and you shook your head incredulously. “You must be out of your mind.”

“Oh, I’m the one who’s out of my mind? What was that shit with JJ on the boat yesterday?”

Smiling evilly, you twirled the end of your hair innocently. “Saw that, did you?”

Rafe scoffed, jaw flexing as he controlled what you perceived to be as either anger or jealousy. “Don’t bullshit me. You wanted me to see it.”

Pursing your lips, you shrugged. “I don’t know, I don’t really think of you that often, to be honest.”

At your challenging words, Rafe took a step forward and closed the minimal space between your bodies. His head tilted down so you could stare deeply into his eyes, and the blue orbs had you captivated.

“Really? So you haven’t been thinking about me?” You shook your head. “You haven’t been thinking about how good I made you feel? How I had you calling my name into the night sky?”

Shivering, you closed your eyes and smiled. “You’re quite proud of yourself for that, aren’t you?”

Rafe’s eyes sparkled. “I made you crumble, Y/N. That’s a pretty impressive feat if I do say so myself.”

All of the tension and nerves from the night culminated into bravery. You channeled that energy into your next actions, refusing to let fear get in the way.

Grabbing his face, you brought Rafe’s lips down to yours. He melted into the kiss immediately, and his hands wrapped around your back until your chests were crushed together.

You pushed your tongue against his, and Rafe groaned into your mouth. Fingers holding his face against yours, you arched your body into his embrace. Rafe gripped your shoulders, surely leaving marks on the delicate skin. You moved your lips from his across his jaw and down to his neck, sucking and biting until he was breathing hard in your ear.

By now his back was pressed against the bathroom door, and you heard his fingers deftly turn the lock, ensuring no one would catch you. Kissing down his collarbone, you expertly undid his bow-tie and started on the buttons to his shirt.

“You don’t like the suit?” Rafe joked, his voice gravelly as you kissed down the skin you steadily exposed with each pop of a button. Pushing the suit and shirt off his shoulders, you smiled slyly up at him.

“I do. I just like it better off.” His eyes rolled back, a smile lighting up his face. You were kneeling before him know, face level with his crotch. You could already tell he was hard beneath his pants, and bit your lip before reaching out to undo his belt.

“Shit,” Rafe hissed, chest heaving with effort to control himself as you pulled his pants down. Feeling across the front of his boxers, you gently squeezed his hard length and caused him to flinch.

Grinning, you slowly dragged your fingers across the waistband of his boxers, teasing him slightly. Rafe was cursing under his breath, clearly hot and heavy and more than ready for you to actually touch him.

You brought down the final layer of clothing until his cock sprang free. He was rock hard, veins sticking out of the thick skin. You were slightly shocked by his side, but didn’t hesitate before reaching out and taking it in your hand.

Rafe exhaled harshly, mouth open as he gazed down at you. His eyes were dark with lust, pupils blown out from need. Your breath washed over the tip of his cock, making him twitch in your hand.

Tilting your head, you licked a long stripe up the side of his length. The skin was warm and taught, and you licked around his tip which was already slick with pre-cum. Closing your lips around the head, you hollowed out your cheeks and twisted your tongue against his hot member.

His hands were fisted by his sides, and you could tell he wanted to let out loud moans of pleasure. You moved your mouth to take in more of him, almost reaching the hilt before his tip hit the back of your throat. Rafe couldn’t resist, and a low moan left his lips.

Pulling his cock out of your mouth, you whispered, “Shhh” before pressing a light kiss to his slit. Rafe groaned, gripping his hair tightly as he tried to swallow his moans.

You moved your mouth up and down his length rhythmically, hands twisting at what you couldn’t reach. Your fingers gently curled around his balls, and in combination with your mouth this caused a string of curses to escape his lips.

“Fuck,” he murmured when you took him particularly deep, cheeks hollowed out as you tightened your lips around him. You worked him with your mouth and tongue for a minute longer, looking up at him through your lashes.

This look must have pushed him over the edge, because your name tumbled from his lips before his cock jerked, spurting out sticky liquid into the back your throat.

Working him down from his high, you kissed his hipbone before bringing his boxers and pants back up. With a triumphant smirk, you got to your feet and put your hands on your hips.

Rafe was still breathing hard, but his expression was quizzical now. “What does this mean?” he wondered, redoing his belt. His hair was messed up severely now, and you desperately wanted to run your fingers through the silky strands.

In the haze of your lust for him, you hadn’t actually considered what this meant. You hadn’t come tonight expecting to do this, but you didn’t exactly regret it either. Frowning, you answered, “I have no idea.”

He looked closely at you, a small smile playing across his lips. Rafe shrugged on his shirt and suit jacket, redoing the buttons while you watched. You recalled your conversation before you kissed him, and added, “I just wanted to be even. You made me crumble, and now I just made you crumble. We’re square.”

Rafe narrowed his eyes at this. A heartbeat passed, and then he grabbed you by the shoulders and ripped you towards him. Your lips smashed together, and his tongue instantly battled with yours. You moaned lightly, a hand resting against his chest. His fingers held your face against his, passion seeping from his movements. You were shocked by how electrified this kiss was, and when he finally broke it you could barely breathe.

Pushing a small lock of hair behind your ear, Rafe gazed deeply into your eyes. “I don’t want to be even,” he whispered, and your mouth fell open in surprise.

But then he was unlocking the door and disappearing into the hallway, leaving you alone and confused, lips still tingling with the after-effects of his kiss.

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Keeping Secrets Ch. 54

Keeping Secrets Masterlist

Katie and Klaus laid in bed both awake, laying on their back staring up at the ceiling, lost in their own thoughts. But eventually Klaus broke the silence. “I have a confession to make.” Katie turned onto her side to look at him with her head resting on his bare arm. “I called Bonnie yesterday evening.” He admitted.

“Why?” Katie drawled with suspicious eyes.

“I asked if she could consult the witches on the other side before they are torn away and find out if you can be turned again.” He told her with a tone that said he was worried she might get mad at him.

“And I’m guessing she was alive to give you an answer?” she asked and he nodded. “So can I be turned after this baby is born?”

“Do you want the short, yes or no, answer or the long explanation.” he asked.

“Short then long.” She answered.

“The short answer is yes, you can still become a vampire after the baby is born.” He answered, making her smile. “Turns out when someone takes the cure, one magic is replaced with another so they can not be turned afterwards. Even after that cure is taken from their blood by another who wishes to be human the essence of the magic is left behind rendering any other magic mute.” Katie sat up and crossed her legs to look at him while he explained things to her. He placed his hand on her leg and rubbed it as he continued talking. “In your case one magic didn’t replace another. The magic that made you a vampire simply faded away leaving no trace of it behind. Because, as a vampire you were healed of all ailments, your human body was in perfect condition to carry on as normal. Since your body is now magic free, you can be made a vampire again.”

“How do we know those witches are any more reliable than the witches here?” Katie asked suspiciously.

“Do you really think your best friend would rely on untrustworthy witches?” Klaus answered her question with a question. “She and I believe them, so perhaps you should too.”

Katie took in a deep breath then let it out. “Okay, when our daughter turns one I will gladly let you turn me.”

“That is another thing I wish to discuss with you.” he told her as he sat up to be eye level with her. “I understand why you wish to wait that long, but I fear, after the multiple threats on your life here of late, that you will not make it a full year.” He rested his hand on the side of her neck and looked her in the eyes. “I cannot, and will not, lose you.”

Katie tilted her head and chewed on the inside of her lip, looking into his eyes as she thought about it. After a minute she took in a deep breath and bit her lips closed as she moved to straddle him. He held her sides in his perfect hands. “How about you give me three days with you two as a human, then you can feed me your blood and choose the best way to turn me.”

“I think I can live with that.” he told her with a crooked smile, happy she didn’t fight him tooth and nail on the subject. He knew she wanted to breastfeed their daughter for a year, but when push came to shove what was best for their daughter was to have a mother who was alive to help raise her.

“Thank you for talking to Bonnie.” she told him with a gentle smile back. “Having our baby aside, I hate being human.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” He told her, making her smile fade. “I didn’t just talk to Bonnie about you being able to turn. I also told her I didn’t much like her leaving you to wonder day to day if she was alive or not. You’re stressed enough as it is, you don’t need to be left in the dark when it comes to your friends.”

As if on cue her text tone chimed and when Katie didn’t get it, expecting Klaus to keep talking he looked at her phone then back at her. So she grabbed it off the bedside table and looked at it to see a text from Bonnie. “Hey, I’m still alive. We’re still looking for a way to fix the other side. What I didn’t tell you was the girls don’t know that I will disappear with the other side. I’ll tell them when the time is right, I promise. I also promise to text you at least once a day and let you know how things are going here in Mystic Falls. Elena and Damon are currently off again, but other than that and this mess with the other side, we’re okay. Love you girl, talk to you soon.”

Katie smiled sadly and texted back, “It’s good to hear from you. I won’t tell the girls, it’s not my place to. That doesn’t surprise me about Damon and Elena. Love you too, Bon, please stay safe.” she hit send then looked up at Klaus who was looking at her like he didn’t know if she was going to be mad at him for putting himself in her business with her friends. “Have I told you how much I love you recently?”

The worried look faded from his face and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “No, but I never tire of hearing it.”

She smiled as she moved back to sit in his lap with her legs wrapped around him and placed her hands on each side of his neck. “How many stars do you think there are in outer space?” she asked as she looked around in thought.

Klaus smiled and shook his head, taking in her sleep mussed auburn locks. “I have no idea.”

“Well,” she started as he picked her up and laid her back on the bed, hovering over her from the side as he placed random kisses over her chest, “whatever that number is, take it and multiply it by a million and it still wouldn’t touch how much I love you.”

Klaus pulled away with a smile on his face. “Well, that is a sizable amount, but I wonder,” he looked around in thought, “if there are more tiny, little grains of sand on the earth,” he held his thumb and pointer finger up in a pinching manner to show the size then dropped it to cup her cheek in his hand with his arm resting on her pajama tank top covered chest, “than there are stars in the sky, because you could multiply whatever that number is by a billion and it wouldn’t touch how much I love you.”

A smile spread over her face at his confession. Yes, they were being cheesy and they both knew it, but neither of them cared. The cheesy moments tended to be the most memorable.

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While Klaus and Genevieve sat in the formal dining room where Genevieve worked on combining three spells from Esther’s grimoire to make the enhanced moonlight rings, Elijah and Katie sat in the lounge, Elijah having a drink at the bar. “We’ve been building up to this for months. Is it crazy that I’m really freaking nervous now that the day to make moonlight rings is finally here?” Katie asked as she paced the room.

“No, any number of things could go wrong, but we will do our best to make sure nothing does.” Elijah answered calmly.

“Klaus said Marcel has gotten word that we’re planning something with the wolves, what if he decides to do something stupid and screw up our plan?” she asked, still pacing.

“You are letting your fears get the best of you.” Elijah pointed out.

Klaus walked in and Katie was glad Genevieve wasn’t with him. “Genevieve is working on combining the spells as we speak.” He grabbed Katie by the shoulders stopping her pacing. “Everything is going according to plan.” He told her with a pointed look and Katie nodded then took in a deep breath and let it out in an attempt to calm down.

“We have a problem.” Hayley announced as she walked into the room. Klaus rolled his eyes and let his shoulders fall at her bad timing. “Jackson and Oliver were supposed to be back with the stones hours ago.”

“You were saying?” Katie asked with a look at Klaus.

He sighed and gave Hayley the evil eye. “Hello, Hayley, come on in. Make yourself at home.” He told her as he watched her flop down on the couch in the room. He looked at Katie and cupped her chin in his hand. “I will take care of this.” He gave her a pointed look. “Do me a favor and stay here?” he asked and she nodded. “Try to stay calm.”

As Klaus pecked her on the lips Nate walked in. “Did I miss something?” he asked with a look between Klaus and Katie.

“Katie will fill you in.” Klaus answered as he walked past Nate and out of the door.

Nate looked at Katie with raised brows. She stuck her head out the doors and looked around to make sure Genevieve wasn’t around then closed them. “Klaus and I never broke up.” she told Nate quietly. “It was all a lie, a part of a plan that is coming to a head today.” She told him the whole plan while Elijah listened at the door, making sure they weren’t overheard.

“So you’re telling me that Klaus never cared about Genevieve, it was just an act to soften her up and trick her into doing a moonlight ring spell. And the rings will make the wolves more powerful and put them above vampires on the strength scale?” Nate asked. “Why?”

“This baby needs a safe environment to grow up in.” Katie answered. “None of us were fool enough to think the factions would adhere to this peace treaty for long. Getting them to see that they can all live in peace was just the first step. Once the wolves get their rings they will be the army needed to ensure the factions stick to the treaty. As long as everyone plays nice, the factions can live their lives freely and the wolves will no longer be outcast to the bayou. The only time the wolves will be utilized is if anyone comes after me or if they’re stupid enough to come after them.”

“You people are crazy if you think Marcel will go down without a fight.” Nate told her seriously.

“We’re hoping that he’ll see that he can’t beat us and join us.” she replied.

Elijah’s phone started ringing so he answered it and put it on speaker phone. “We’ve located their car on a back road in the middle of nowhere. I suspect they’ve been shanghaied.”

“Really what gave you that idea?” Hayley, who Katie had honestly forgotten was in the room, replied.

“The only person who would be bold enough to snatch my wolf allies is the one who has the most to lose.” Klaus continued, ignoring Hayley.

“Marcel.” Elijah surmised.

“No, he’ll kill them.” Hayley pointed out the obvious.

“Genevieve assures me that Marcel has procured a cloaking spell. The only witch that will aid Marcel is Davina. I just need to get one last bit of leverage before I pay her a visit.” Klaus told them.

Katie took the phone from Elijah and took it off of speaker, “What exactly are you planning on doing?”

“I’d prefer not to say.” He told her, sounding like he was afraid she might find a way to reach through the phone and punch him if he did.

“We are partners, remember.” she reminded him.

“Joshua is my leverage and I plan on biting him.” answered matter-of-factly.

Katie sighed. “Fine, but only bite him if Davina won’t answer you willingly then cure him as soon as you get what you need from Davina and not a second later.” Klaus didn’t respond. “Please, Klaus.”

“Fine, I will try it your way.” Klaus agreed with a sigh and she was pretty sure, an eye roll.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He hung up and Katie handed Elijah his phone back.

“Why would you allow him to hurt Joshua?” Elijah asked, having listened to their conversation, worried about what Klaus was planning.

“Because, unfortunately, a few eggs need to be broken in order to make an omelet.” She answered with a sigh not liking it even though she understood it.

Thirty minutes later Klaus called and told them he knew where Marcel was with Jackson and Oscar. He also assured Katie that while he did have to bite Josh, he had healed him and he was okay, but Davina was still pissed. She expected as much, but hoped there was some way they could make it up to them later.

So Elijah met up with Klaus, leaving Katie with Nate, Hayley and Genevieve. Katie paced the common room while the others sat around patiently. “Klaus should have called by now.” Katie complained as she slipped her hand over her dark grey shirt dress covered stomach.

“You should sit down, try to keep calm.” Genevieve spoke up.

“Yeah, worrying raises blood pressure and high blood pressure is bad for you and the baby.” Nate spoke up.

“Says Doctor Nate.” Katie quipped, still pacing. “I hate not being able to help.”

“Don’t you get it?” Genevieve asked, making Katie stop pacing to frown at her. “You’re the point of all this. Klaus and Elijah running all over town…it’s all for you. I’m actually a bit envious.” Genevieve told her with a shrug.

“You take what’s mine and yet you still envy me.” Katie popped off with a sarcastic tilt of her head then took a sip of the bottle of water in her hand.

“I may have Klaus’s love, but you’re still the mother of his child and as such he will always care about you. Not to mention Elijah has a soft spot for you.” Genevieve pointed out. “Nice bracelet by the way.” Katie took in a deep breath and cracked her neck in an attempt to calm herself and talk herself out of finding something to shove into Genevieve’s carotid artery. As she did she noticed Hayley giving her a look that could’ve caught her head on fire.

“I need fresh air.” Katie excused herself to the balcony as Hayley stood up with her phone in hand and left the room. Not long after, Nate joined her on the balcony and told her that the building Klaus, Elijah and Jackson were in exploded while Hayley was on the phone with Elijah.

They were still standing on the balcony when Elijah, Klaus and Jackson came into the common room. Jackson was injured, but Klaus and Elijah, being quicker healers, were fine.

Since Genevieve had left to check on the harvest girls and their training Katie rushed to Klaus and hugged him. “I’m invincible, Love, no need to worry about me.” he told her then kissed the top of her head.

“Just because you’re invincible doesn’t mean I don’t have to worry about you.” She countered as she pulled away from him then went to the ice bucket and decanter set in the room and made a drink. When she handed it to him he gave her a look considering he usually made his own drinks. “I forgot for a hot minute that I can’t have it.”

“So where are the stones?” Hayley asked with a look between Elijah, Jackson and Klaus.

“Scattered across the bed of the Mississippi, I imagine.” Elijah answered.

“Marcel is no fool.” Klaus spoke up as he hugged Katie from behind. “He knows an empowered werewolf army would mean the end of vampires in New Orleans. The explosion was his way of saying he means to prevent that, for all the good it’ll do him.” he took a drink from the glass Katie had handed him.

“So it was Marcel that bombed the bayou?” Katie asked with a look at him over her shoulder.

“The explosives in the building today matched those used in the Bayou.” Klaus answered.

“Well,” Hayley spoke up, “it did him pretty damn well, didn’t it?” she said with a look between the originals before she went back to checking Jackson over for injuries.

“This is my fault. I will find a way to fix it.” Jackson spoke up for the first time.

“No, Jack, you’re hurt, and no one is blaming you.” Hayley told him.

“I’m blaming you.” Klaus spoke up. “Those stones will be hard to replace. Fortunately, we always have a back up plan.” He looked down at Katie making the rest of them look at her.

“I called Francesca as soon as I heard that Marcel had gotten his hands on Jackson and Oliver.” Katie answered. “It was a failsafe we discussed a few days ago and one I hoped we wouldn’t have to fall back on, but we had no choice.”

“Seriously? The woman is literally a gangster.” Hayley argued.

“I see her more as a means to procure rare items at short notice.” Klaus commented and Katie’s phone dinged.

“She’s about to walk through the courtyard doors.” Katie informed them so they all headed down.

“Greetings, Ms. Correa. I see you’ve brought company.” Klaus said as they walked down the stairs to meet Francesca and four men who stood behind her like bodyguards.

“These are my brothers.” Francesca informed them. “I always include them in delicate business matters.” She glanced back at her brothers. “Fellas, meet Mr. Mikaelson and Miss Finnegan.”

“Please, call me Klaus, all my friends do.” He told them as he tucked his hands behind his back.

“I don’t know if I’d call us friends, but if you and Marcel are planning on having a little throw down,” Francesca turned to one of her brothers who held up a metal briefcase and opened it for her. “I’d prefer my family be on the same side as the inevitable victor.” She turned back to Katie and Klaus, who stood side by side while Hayley, Elijah and Nate stood behind them, a small felt drawstring bag in her hand.

“Then you have what we asked for.” Klaus assumed.

“Not enough for an army at such short notice,” she put the bag in Klaus’s hand, “but it’s a start.”

“Strange,” Elijah walked up to stand next to Katie, “I wasn’t aware that she was familiar with our plan.”

“My price for doing business is full disclosure.” Francesca spoke up as Klaus took out a black stone and examined it. “Your brother and his partner complied.”

“And what does the human faction expect to benefit from all this?” Elijah asked.

“I only want to solidify our allegiance to the ruling class.” Francesca answered. “It’s good for business.”

“If only everyone shared your capacity for reason.” Klaus told her with a smirk.

“Sadly they don’t.” Francesca said with a tone that was more serious and harsh than her already hard tone. “Marcel is being especially vindictive. I’m worried he might come after me or my family just for meeting with you.” She stepped closer to them. “It might be in our best interests if we combine our efforts.”

“So be it.” Klaus told her then looked at Katie. “The more bodies we have to defend the compound, the better. Right?”

“I don’t have a problem with it.” Katie shrugged so Klaus looked back at Francesca.

“Let’s get started shall we?” Klaus asked as he held his hand out to the formal dining room where Genevieve would be performing the spell.

TVDTVDTVD

Katie, Elijah, Klaus and Hayley stood around the table in the formal dining room while Genevieve chanted a spell over the stones that were scattered in a circle of salt with a three legged swirl in the middle of it.

Francesca let herself in. “My people say Marcel is on the move and he’s bringing friends.” she told them, sounding a bit scared.

Klaus looked at Elijah, “Get Katie to safety.”

“No.” Katie told them making Klaus stop. “She’s not leaving my sight until the spell is done.” She told him referring to Genevieve.

“Mine either.” Hayley spoke up.

When a few seconds of silence passed Francesca spoke up. “You two should go. My brothers and their security detail won’t be much against a vampire army.” When the two brothers shared an unsure look Francesca said, “I’ll stay with Katie and Hayley. We will be fine, go.”

Nate let himself into the room and looked at Klaus. “You know I’ll protect her with my life.”

Klaus sighed and went to Katie. “You do not leave his side for anything.” Katie nodded so he and Elijah left to protect them from Marcel and his vampires.

Not too long after Klaus and Elijah left the room the sounds of fighting in the courtyard floated into the room. One of Francesca’s security men came in and informed her that they needed to go and her brothers were already leaving. “Not yet.” Francesca told him, not taking her eyes off the stones. Something about the way she was looking at them rubbed Katie the wrong way, but she brushed it off considering she just didn’t like Francesca.

Katie’s phone started ringing, but she silenced it when she saw that it was just Cami. After chanting the spell a few more times Genevieve stopped and picked up one of the stones, looking at it. “The stones are finished. I’ve done my part. Now it’s up to you.”

“I’ll get them to the bayou.” Hayley said as he walked over to collect the stones.

“Actually, she was talking to me.” Francesca cut in as she walked over to Genevieve and held her hand out.

“Excuse me?” Katie asked as she walked around the table to stand next to Hayley and Nate followed.

“What the hell is this?” Hayley asked.

Genevieve turned her back on Katie and Hayley and placed the stone in Francesca’s hand. “Call it a side deal. Point is I’m taking the stones.” Francesca told them.

“First of all, like hell you are and second what do humans need with moonlight stones?” Katie asked.

“You can’t tell me you seriously think the human’s can go up against the originals.” Hayley added.

“No, I don’t, but I’m not human.” Francesca grabbed the knife off the table and slit the body guard’s throat, making him fall to the floor. Francesca bent over in pain, holding her stomach before she stood up showing them her yellow werewolf eyes. “I’m like you, Hayley. And now I’m gonna take back my town.”

Hayley started for Francesca, but Genevieve cast a spell on her and she fainted. Nate whooshed to her and grabbed her by her neck, but she brain pained him making him let her go before she knocked him out too. Katie, who kept a magic muting bomb in her pocket anytime Genevieve was around, grabbed it and threw it at her then tried to run for the doors, but the bomb had no effect on her and with a twist of Genevieve’s hand she too passed out and fell to the floor.

TVDTVDTVD

Katie woke up, cradled in the arms of a man, a searing pain shot through her back and around to her stomach making her scream out in pain. Genevieve was walking ahead of the man. “What the hell did you do to me you psychotic bitch!?” Katie yelled at Genevieve’s back.

“I had to subdue you, when I did the trauma caused a placental abruption. You’re having your baby tonight.” Genevieve answered, not bothering to stop walking to talk to her face.

Katie mustered her strength and elbowed the guy holding her in the face. He dropped one arm to grab his bleeding nose and as soon as she tried to run another wave of pain rendered her unable to even move. Two men grabbed her by her arms and started dragging her into Saint Ann’s. “Let me go!” she fought with all her might to get out of their grasp, but it was no use.

“Get her on the floor.” Genevieve told the three female witches that took her from the men and sat her on the steps at the front of the sanctuary.

“We should take her to the city of the dead.” Monique argued with Genevieve.

“We won’t make it. The baby is coming now.” Genevieve argued back.

Genevieve made a move toward Katie and Monique grabbed her arm. “The plan was to induce her when the sacrifice was ready.”

“I don’t know how much you know about the human body, but when a baby is coming there is no stopping it, even with magic. We’ll just have to adapt.” Genevieve told her condescendingly.

“What sacrifice are you talking about?” Katie asked as Genevieve and Monique walked over to her and kneeled down.

“To be reborn, we must sacrifice.” Monique told her.

“I’m sorry,” Katie said as she tried her best to breathe through the pain, “I don’t speak bratty teenage witch.” She visibly tensed and gritted her teeth when another wave of pain rolled over her.

“The ancestors demand an offering in exchange for power.” Genevieve told her in human talk.

“And your child will be a fine offering.” Monique added.

“If you so much as lay a finger on her I will murder every witch in this hell hole of a city!” Katie yelled at Monique.

“No, you won’t, and neither will Klaus or Elijah.” Monique told her. “When your baby is born, we will offer it up to those who came before us.”

“Screw you!” Katie yelled and head butted Monique making her fall on her ass and grab her head in pain.

Another witch took her place and put pressure on Katie’s shoulder keeping her from headbutting anyone else. “I’m sorry.” Genevieve told her, making Katie look at her. “If I don’t sacrifice your baby the ancestors will kill me and I am not ready to die.”

Katie sat up as much as she could, glaring at Genevieve with a searing hatred in her eyes. “You will pay for this.” Her words came out as a growl and Genevieve actually looked a little scared for a second.

When another wave of pain rolled over her, Katie threw back her head and screamed Klaus’s name as loud as she possibly could, not caring what it was doing to her vocal cords. She hoped with everything in her that he would hear her.

A few minutes later, when Katie was all screamed out and had been moved to the altar table of the church, Klaus finally showed up. Katie, weak from fighting, just turned her head to the side and watched as he beheaded the male witch that tried to stand in his way then as Monique, Abigail and Genevieve used their powers to pick him up, move him across the sanctuary and pin him to the wall over the altar. He fought it, but he too had been weakened and couldn’t fight their spell.

Most women cursed and screamed as they gave birth, but Katie didn’t. She simply kept her eyes on Klaus and breathed through the pain knowing the baby was coming, there was no getting out of their current predicament and now that Klaus was there and just as powerless as her, screaming wouldn’t help.

Genevieve picked up a silver dagger off of a nearby table and looked up at Klaus. “You should know this brings me no joy. I promise I’ll make it quick.” Katie still kept her eyes on Klaus as the two harvest girls tossed a sheet over Katie’s bent knees. “Let’s begin, shall we.” Genevieve moved to the foot of the table.

Feeling her body telling her that it was time to push Katie did as it said. The whole time Klaus yelled profanities and threats at the witches. “I will bring hell to your doorstep!”

“I can see the head.” Genevieve told Katie between pushes. “The baby’s almost here.” Katie pushed again but couldn’t do it for long before she had to stop.

“I will bathe in rivers of your blood!”

“Come on, Katie, one last push.” Genevieve prompted so Katie gathered all her strength and pushed once more.

“You will die screaming!”

As the pressure and pain finally eased, Genevieve took the baby into her hands. “It’s here.” she announced as the cord was cut with the silver dagger and the baby, covered in placental fluid and blood was wrapped in a white blanket. Genevieve, holding his daughter, looked up at Klaus who had gone silent. “You have a beautiful baby daughter.” For the first time Katie took her eyes off of Klaus to look at their baby. “We must start the sacrifice as soon as the moon sets with the morning sky.”

“Please.” Katie begged weakly, “Please give me my baby.”

She was surprised when one of the witches helped her sit up and Genevieve placed the tiny girl in her arms. Overwhelmed with love and the relief of finally holding her blue eyed baby in her arms, tears slipped down her sweaty cheeks and she looked at Klaus. His blue eyes were wide as he too was overwhelmed by the sight of his daughter. Katie saw something in his face change a split second before a sharp pain shot across her neck and warm sticky blood flowed from her neck and down her chest. “No!” Klaus screamed.

Her eyes stayed on Klaus as she held onto the feel of her daughter in her arms as long as she could. Klaus had no other option but to watch as the fire in her eyes, that he loved so much, disappeared and they slipped shut. She fell back on the table as Genevieve took the baby from her limp arms.

Klaus screamed at them in anger as Genevieve, Monique and Abigail started out of the church, but Monique put a stop to it with a twist of her fist in the air, breaking Klaus’s neck as he fell to the floor.

When he woke, he whooshed to Katie and slipped his arms under her, holding her bridal style, cradling her into her chest as tears slipped down his cheeks and sobs shook his body. No longer able to stand he slipped to the floor and leaned against the altar table.

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“Bonnie?” Katie asked, making Bonnie, who was standing in her and Elena’s college dorm room, turn to look at her. “How did I get here?”

“No.” Bonnie sighed, not answering Katie’s question.

“No what?” Elena asked, turning from where she stood putting clothes away in her dresser.

“It’s Katie.” Bonnie answered with wide eyes. “She’s dead.” Her words came out in a whisper.

“No. I can’t be dead.” Her eyes went wide. “Besides I’m human, why would I go to the other side?” Katie argued.

“You’re a reincarnation.” Bonnie pointed out.

“How?” Elena asked with wide shocked eyes as she walked over to stand beside Bonnie.

Katie thought about it for a second before she remembered. “The witches…” she whispered as she placed her hand on her neck. “They took my baby then slit my throat…” Bonnie told Elena then held her hand out for Katie to take and pass through her. “No.” Katie shook her head and took a step back. “I can’t go to the other side. Not until I find out what happened to my baby.”

Bonnie took her phone out of her back pocket and called Klaus. When the call went to voicemail after a few rings Bonnie hung up and tried again. He once again ignored it. “He keeps sending the call to voicemail.”

“Then keep calling until he picks up.” Katie pushed so Bonnie kept calling.

“Take a hint, love.” Klaus answered then hung up.

Bonnie called him back and he picked up again. “Don’t hang up. Katie’s here.”

“What do you mean?” he asked with a voice that told her if she was joking he would murder her.

“She’s a reincarnation. So I can see her.” Bonnie told him then put the phone on speaker so that Katie could hear him.

“Prove it.” He told her. “How much did I tell her I loved her this morning?”

Katie answered the question and Bonnie repeated. “More than all the grains of sand on the earth.” Bonnie paraphrased.

“Katie…” Klaus sighed.

“Ask him where the baby is, please.” Katie told Bonnie, but before she could relay the message Katie’s ghost disappeared.

“She’s gone.” Bonnie said with a look around.

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Klaus asked.

“I mean she’s disappeared and I don't know where she went.” Bonnie told him and Klaus hung up on her.

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Katie gasped as she sat straight up on the table in the sanctuary of the church and looked around to see that she was alone. Her hand went to her blood crusted neck, remembering everything that had happened, the harvest girls pinning Klaus to the wall as she had the baby, holding her daughter while Genevieve slit her throat, then seeing Bonnie and Elena before she woke up here. “How am I back?” she asked herself as she slid off the table.

A woman walked into the church most likely to worship or to have a peaceful moment to herself. Instead her eyes landed on Katie, her hair clumped with sweat and blood wearing a dark grey, blood stained dress. “Oh lord…are you okay?” she asked as she rushed over to Katie, ready to help her. That’s when Katie realized she could smell the blood that coursed through the woman’s veins and the hunger that burned her veins.

“I am…so sorry.” Katie told her making the woman give her a confused look before Katie grabbed her and sank her teeth into the woman’s neck and drank a few gulps of blood then tilted her head back with a smile. This time when the pain of her fangs coming in pulsed through her mouth and sinuses she embraced it and the power and strength that came with it. She force fed the woman her blood then looked into her eyes. “Forget everything that you saw and everything that happened after you set foot in this church.”

As she walked out of the church and into the early morning light she looked down at her hand, happy she never stopped wearing her daylight ring. Then she realized she felt something. It was almost like her link to Elijah, but not as strong or detailed. It was more of a feeling than a link, but it was one that she needed to follow, so she did. When it led her to the cemetery she realized it was her daughter. “We’ve passed through here twice already.” She heard Elijah saying nearby. “We’re running out of time.”

She heard glass break before Klaus said, “Then we move faster.”

She whooshed to them. “Or you could follow me.” Katie spoke up as she walked into the tomb Elijah and Klaus were in. Both of them looked at her as if they thought they were hallucinating, but when Katie ran to Klaus and threw her arms around him he realized she was really there.

“How are you here?” Elijah asked.

“I don’t know for sure, I just know I woke up in transition, fed on some poor woman then found my way here.” Katie explained then pulled away from him. “I can feel her, I can feel our baby. So I need you two to follow me.”

“Lead the way, Little Phoenix.” Klaus told her with his hand held out to the doorway of the tomb.

They followed her straight to the three witches that were chanting around an altar, the baby lying in a basket of blankets in the middle of it. Genevieve had the dagger in her hand, raised over her head. “No!” Katie and Klaus yelled at the same time.

Elijah picked up a vase and threw it at Genevieve, knocking the dagger out of her hand. While Genevieve ran to retrieve the dagger, Monique and Abigail joined hands then held their other ones up, flinging Klaus, Katie and Elijah back. An army of ghost witches appeared between them and the two harvest girls. “You fools, to come against us in our place of power in our strongest hour.” Monique told them. “You don’t face three, you face us all.”

“You handle them. I’ve got her.” Katie told Klaus then ran in the direction she’d seen the dagger fall. She found it just as Genevieve was picking it up and kicked it out of her hand before she punched Genevieve twice. Thinking she had knocked her out Katie ran for her baby, but was stopped with a resounding pain in her head that made her stop and cry out and sink to the concrete on her knees. When Klaus threw a wrought iron spike from the cemetery fencing and impaled Abigail, the army of ghosts faded away.

Monique ran by Katie and grabbed the dagger. Katie managed to grab her ankle and trip her, but it didn’t do much good because Genevieve intensified the pain making Katie let go of the girl’s ankle. Katie yelled out in frustration as she fought against the pain, whooshed to Genevieve, grabbed her head and slammed it into the tomb beside them, knocking her out.

No longer in pain, Katie turned back to the altar to see Monique with the dagger raised above her head, but before Katie could even whoosh over to stop her, a throwing star was embedded into the young witch’s chest. Two inch cuts covered her body and blood slipped from her open mouth before she fell to the ground.

As her eyes followed the direction the star had come from she saw Marcel, who whooshed to the altar, grabbed the basket and whooshed away. Klaus gave her a look that told her to stay with Elijah then whooshed away. Katie walked over to Elijah looking like she was ready to break.

Elijah wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his chest. “You needn’t worry. Marcel would never harm a child.”

Katie pulled out of the hug. “Yet he bombed the bayou.”

“I believe Francesca has been biding her time, stirring things up, waiting for her moment to strike.” Elijah told her. “Regardless, Klaus will handle him. We have to take care of her.” Elijah told her as Genevieve started to stir. Katie whooshed over and grabbed Genevieve by her arms that she quickly bent around behind her back in a painful manner making Genevieve cry out. Katie brought her into a tomb and Elijah chained her up. “Why?” Elijah asked as he stepped back. “Was killing an innocent baby for more power really worth it?”

“Not just power. It was the ancestors’ decree. It was her decree.” Genevieve answered.

Elijah grabbed her face roughly in his hand, “It was whose decree?”

“I’m surprised you have to ask.” Genevieve laughed. “After all, you were the one who convinced your siblings to consecrate her in New Orleans soil.”

“Have I mentioned I hate your mom?” Katie asked from where she stood behind Elijah.

Elijah let go of Genevieve’s face in disgust. “So, not even death can stop my mother from seeking the annihilation of her own flesh and blood.”

“This isn’t the end.” Genevieve told them. “As long as that child lives, the witches of New Orleans will never stop coming for it. Ester will never stop coming for it. It has been decreed. Your baby will be consecrated among her ancestors. She will not live.” Genevieve started crying. “Tell Klaus I’m sorry.”

“Haven’t you figured it out yet?” Katie asked as she walked over to stand face to face with Genevieve and Elijah gave her space to talk to Genevieve. “Klaus never cared about you. I told you…Klaus…loves…me. He loves his family, but you…? You are nothing more than the woman who drove a wedge between him and his family and the pathetic, naive bitch that severely underestimated me.”

Blood replaced the tears that were freely slipping down Genevieve’s cheeks. “They’re coming for me.” she sobbed.

“I’ve been dreaming about doing this for months now.” Katie told her as she grabbed her neck in her hands. Genevieve’s eyes went wide as her airflow was cut off. “Allow me to save the ancestors the trouble.” She squeezed Genevieve’s neck until her head fell to the ground and her headless body, dripping in blood, went limp in the chains. She stretched her neck with a sigh and rolled her shoulders. “God that felt good.” When she turned around she saw Elijah looking at her with a concerned frown and when he looked down at her hands coated in blood and bits of flesh and bone she looked down at her hands, unaffected by the sight. Elijah whipped the handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to her. She took it and wiped her hands as she walked past him headed to the compound.

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Katie, now showered and wearing clean clothes, held her also freshly bathed baby in her arms as she rocked her in the chair in the nursery. “We should have felt our mother’s hand in this.” Klaus told Elijah where he and his brother sat in the bedroom. “We should have known she would not be bound by anything as obvious as death and now she has control of the witches. They will never stop.”

“No they will not.” Elijah agreed.

“Nor would I expect the Guerrera wolves to back down. Everyone knows the child can create hybrids and as such is a threat to the wolves and Francesca’s claim to leadership. She will never be safe.” Katie looked up from her daughter to Klaus. “What was it you said to me earlier, that I have made enemies every day of my miserable life? Well, the worst of them are within these borders, Brother.” Elijah sighed and dropped his head. “I have brought into the world a weapon they can use against us.”

“Then we will arm ourselves.” Elijah argued. “Brother, we have fought every adversary in this town, and we have won, and we’ll fight them again. No matter who they are. We will make this home a fortress.”

Katie frowned and looked down at her baby who cooed at her. “I will not have her live her life as a prisoner.” Klaus argued back saying what Katie was thinking.

“Then we leave here together, all of us.” Elijah tried.

“Wherever we go, however far we run, those who seek power and revenge will hunt us, they will hunt her.” Klaus pointed out. “She has inherited all our enemies with none of our defenses.”

“So whether we stay or we leave, we condemn her.” Elijah surmised.

The men got quiet, trying to come up with a solution. As Katie looked at her daughter’s blue eyes, chubby cheeks and her tiny hand that held her pinky, she realized if they wanted to keep their daughter safe there was only one thing they could do. Tears slipped down her cheeks at the thought of leaving Klaus and Elijah. “Katie?” Klaus asked as he walked over and kneeled by the rocking chair. “Are you alright, Love?”

“Yeah.” She sniffled and the baby jerked at the loud sound, but didn’t wake up. “I think I know what we need to do to keep her safe, but I don’t like it and neither will you.” Klaus and Elijah waited for her to continue. “Other than Marcel, no one knows this baby and I are alive and everyone knows our heads have been on the chopping block since we first sat foot in this town.”

“What are you suggesting exactly?” Elijah asked with a frown.

“She wants to fake their deaths.” Klaus guessed with wide eyes.

“Yes.” Katie agreed. “We can leave town and find somewhere safe to hunker down or we’ll stay on the move, whatever is the safest. We will stay away until the two of you fix this broken city and make it safe for the princess to return to her kingdom.”

Klaus sighed and looked down, trying to hold back tears. “You will need someone to cloak you.” he told her as he stood up and looked down at her. With the baby asleep Katie stood and laid her in her crib. Klaus walked over and stood beside her, looking down at his beautiful daughter. “But you can’t do it alone.” Katie looked away from their daughter to give him a questioning look. “Okay, you could, but you don’t have to. I’m sure Rebekah would love the chance to be a true aunt to her niece.”

“Is this really what we want to do?” Elijah asked and Klaus and Katie looked at each other then looked at him and nodded. “Then, I believe there are preparations to be made.” Elijah left giving Klaus and Katie a few minutes together before they started making arrangements.

“What happened to Nate?” Katie asked and Klaus’s eyes fell. “He didn’t make it, did he?”

“He was amongst those bitten and finished off by the Guerrera’s.” Katie sighed and rested her forehead on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back comfortingly.

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Klaus held their baby while Katie finished packing her bag. “So the witches killed me, the wolves killed our baby and Marcel has agreed to let you compel him to forget what he knows in exchange for vials of your blood?” Katie asked just wanting to make sure she had things straight.

“And Rebekah is on her way.” he added. “You and I will meet her on the outskirts of the city tonight. Also Elijah and I took our grieving public. There is now a picture of you and something to represent baby Mikaelson on the memorial wall the city’s residents have put together for the loved ones lost in last night’s so-called gang violence.”

Katie put a shirt of his in a zip lock bag making him give her a curious look. “Call me weird, but I can’t be away from you and not have something that smells like you.”

He smiled and shook his head at her. “There are a few things left on our checklist.” He pointed out with a look down at the little nameless girl in his arms.

“I thought something would come to mind when I saw her face, but…nothing.” Katie answered.

“Elijah said something to me this morning that stuck with me.” Klaus told her. “He said that you and our baby are this family’s hope. I think it's a fitting name.”

“Hope Dorothy Mikaelson.” Katie said, putting the names together as she slipped the back of her finger down her daughter’s cheek. “I like it. What about you, Hope?” The baby squeaked, making her parents laugh at her.

“I think she likes it.” Klaus said with a smirk at Katie. “There’s one thing I want before you have to go.” He told her as his smirk fell and he handed Hope to her then sat down on the foot stool and motioned to the rocking chair so she sat down. “I want to see you sing to her.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks and he reached out and wiped them away. She took a deep breath then let it out. “Hormones have nothing on heightened vampire emotions.” She sighed and Klaus smiled. She leaned back in the chair and propped her feet up in his lap. When she was sure she could sing without crying she started, “Midnight moonlight shining through the curtain lace paints a perfect picture on your perfect face. One sweet angel sleeping in my arms.” She kept her eyes on Hope as she sang, because if she looked at Klaus she would remember that this would be one of the last moments the three of them had together for a while. If she thought about that she would cry and she didn’t want to ruin it. “And you’ll never know how much we love you, but we’ll keep on loving you our whole life through. Now I believe in miracles and you’re the reason why. So dream on while I sing you my angel’s lullaby.”

When she looked up at Klaus she could see trails on his cheeks where he’d let a few tears fall. “Thank you, Little Phoenix.”

“You’re welcome, Big Bad Wolf.” She told him as they stood up and he placed a tender kiss to her lips. When it broke and they pulled apart, he saw that her true face was showing. “I swear your kisses taste better than they used to.” she told him with a smirk as she pushed back the urge to bite him.

“It’s time.” They heard Elijah say and they turned to see him standing in the doorway.

“What?” Katie asked with a look out the window to see the sun had set.

“Already?” Klaus asked as he too looked at the window.

Katie took in a deep breath as she laid hope in her crib then went to the vanity in the room and pulled three CD cases out. “I uh, honestly didn’t know if I would make it through this pregnancy in one piece, so as soon as Klaus gave me my studio I started working on these.” She handed one labeled with his name on it to Elijah then another to Klaus. “Most people probably would have just written letters, but that’s not me, so…” she shrugged then looked at Klaus. “Just keep in mind I thought I would be dead when these found their way into your hands.” She handed Klaus one with Baby M. written on it. “You might get more use out of this than Hope will. The song I sang earlier is on there.” With those handed out she grabbed the car seat and sat it on the foot of the bed while Klaus went for Hope.

Elijah held his arms out for the baby to say his goodbye and Klaus passed her to him. “So I hear your name is Hope.” He told the now bright eyed baby.

“We actually have you to thank for her name, Brother.” Klaus pointed out.

“Our family’s hope.” Elijah whispered recalling what he’d said to his brother.

Not wanting to, but knowing they couldn’t keep stalling Katie grabbed her bag and Hope’s and threw the straps over her shoulder. Elijah kissed Hope’s forehead then handed her to Klaus. While he put her in her car seat and strapped her in Katie went to Elijah. He took her hand in his and slipped his thumb over the infinity sign. When their eyes met she threw her arms around his neck not able to hold back her tears. “I’m gonna miss you, Button Pusher.”

Elijah laughed as she let go and took a step back. “This house is going to be quiet without you, Songbird.” He told her as he wiped her tears and she gave him a sad smile. She turned from him to Klaus who held the handle of hope’s car seat in one hand and the other out to her.

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They were both quiet as they drove out to the middle of nowhere and they ended up getting to the agreed meeting spot before Rebekah. So while Klaus got out and took Hope from her car set, wanting to hold her as much as he could before they had to go separate ways, Katie made a bottle of formula then brought it to him where he leaned against the hood of the car. Words didn’t feel appropriate for the moment so she just leaned her head on his shoulder and watched him feed her.

Hope had finished her bottle, been burped and Klaus had his now free arm wrapped around Katie’s waist when Rebekah pulled up, got out of her car then walked over to join them. Rebekah and Klaus looked at each other with small smiles, a huge contrast to the last time they’d seen one another. “Hello, Sister.”

Rebekah looked down at Hope in Klaus’s arms and moved the blanket she was wrapped in so that she could see her face. “She looks like her mother.” Katie smiled when Rebekah glanced at her then back at Klaus. “Maybe there is a god after all.”

Klaus quietly chuckled as he looked down at his daughter. “Well, she has a hint of the devil in her eyes. That’s all me.” they all smiled before Klaus got serious. “You’ll need a witch you can trust to cast a cloaking spell.”

“We’ll find one.” Rebekah told him.

“No one can ever find her.” he replied.

Rebekah placed her hand on his arm. “I know what to do, Nik.” Hope cooed and they looked down at her. “Perhaps we’ll get a white fence. I think that will be lovely.”

Preparing to hand Hope over to Rebekah, Klaus moved her around in his arms to hold her in both of his hands facing him. “This city would have seen you dead, but I will have it your home, and every soul who wishes you harm will be struck down.” he whispered to his daughter. “Just as sure as my blood runs through your veins, you will return to me.” he kissed her forehead and cheek then passed her over to Rebekah. When he pulled the carved knight out of his pocket and placed it on Hope’s blanket Rebekah looked up at him with wide eyes.

Katie chose this moment to dismiss herself and grab their bags. She was putting them in the trunk of Rebekah’s car while Rebekah put Hope in a car seat that was already strapped into the back seat, when Klaus walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Losing the battle with heightened emotions Katie wrapped her arms around him and pressed her face into the bend of his neck, wetting it with tears. After a few long seconds she pulled back and looked into his watery blue eyes as he brushed away a tear from her cheek. “I had a plan, you know.” He told her as he took her hand in his, fiddling with the tiara ring on her finger. “During your three human days, I would propose to you. I was even planning on inviting Rebekah to the wedding. Then, after we were wed and on a night of your choosing, I would give you my blood, let you fall asleep in my arms and when you woke up I’d have a glass of fresh blood waiting for you to drink so we could spend the rest of our lives together, raising our daughter in our home surrounded by our family.”

His confession only made her cry harder before she pulled herself together enough to say, “I would have loved that.”

“Instead, as it tends to do, fate decided otherwise.” He told her as he slipped his thumb over her wet cheek. “But, I promise, one of these days you will be my wife and we will have our big happy village.” Katie threw herself into his arms, catching his lips in a kiss that told him all the things she couldn’t stop crying long enough to say. When it broke he pressed his forehead to hers. “I love you,” he pulled back and picked up the pendant of the necklace she never took off, “My Phoenix Queen.”

A smile pulled at the corners of her lips as she took his hand in hers and looked at the ring on his finger. “I know you have to sell your grief, but please, don’t ever take it off.”

“Never.” He answered.

She kissed him one last time then hugged him. “I love you too, My Wolf King.” She forced herself to let him go then got into the back seat of Rebekah’s car and drove away.

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"Don't Look at Me, I'm Sick!"

Author's Note:

So, I know no one will believe me but I've been working at this for a month 😂 I swear my intention was not at all COVID-19 related, but rather from a random prompt I found online somewhere! The prompt is bolded.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Summary: Y/N has the flu, and who better to save her than a friendly, neighborhood Spiderman?

Warnings: None? I guess descriptions of the flu if that counts!

Word Count: 4,068, because I have no self-control 😂

A painful, chest heaving cough racked through my body, leaving my stomach muscles feeling sore and my chest burning. I flopped back into my cocoon of pillows and blankets with a sigh. Nothing like a bad case of the flu to remind me of just how hopelessly inadequate my non-existent abs were.

What had started as a small tickle in the back of my throat yesterday had mutated into a full-blown flu. Not just any flu either. No, this was the 'every symptom you could possibly think of, oh my god am I dying?' kind of flu. I felt like I’d been run over by a truck, and if my mom was any indication, it was a safe bet I looked it too. She’d poked her head in my doorway for a solid 10 seconds before dialing the school attendance line and informing them that I wouldn’t be there. She left for work not long after, shouting at me to keep drinking fluids and to take some Tylenol. Since then I’d been drifting in and out of consciousness all morning, waking only long enough to either cough or sneeze my guts out. If I didn’t know any better I’d swear I had the actual plague.

My phone had been buzzing on and off all morning, but in my fever-riddled, sleep deprived state, I elected to ignore it in favor of more sleep. The buzzing reached a fever pitch sometime in the mid-morning before it mercifully stopped. I sighed again, flopping over to my stomach and snuggling my sweaty head deeper into my pillow. I huddled the overwhelming number of blankets around my shivering form like a safety net as I idly wondered how far away the medicine cabinet could possibly be. Realistically, it was all of 6 feet away, but just the suggestion of having to move my body was enough to make my muscles feel like mush. I groaned, flopping uselessly around my bed as I internally weighed the pros and cons of getting up to grab some Tylenol.

I was so wrapped up in my mental battle that I didn't hear the distinct 'thwip!' coming from the fire escape outside my bedroom window. Normally I'd hear the sound no matter how loud the music was in my headphones or how fast asleep I was. I guess it was more of a feeling I got, a low hum of excitement deep in my belly that alerted me than a sound really, but regardless I was completely oblivious at the moment. I also missed the practiced, rhythmic taps on my window due to the sneezing fit that overtook me and the subsequent rush to rummage around my sheets for any non-crumpled tissues.

"Y/N?!"

A slightly panicked voice was the sound that finally broke me out of my illness induced haze. I yelped loudly and, reacting out of pure instinct, flung the first thing within reach at the intruder. Unfortunately for me the closest thing to me was a near-empty box of tissues, and based on the lack of thump that followed I don't think it even hit my intended target. It was hard to say for sure though because immediately after my feeble attack I dove deeper into my cocoon, covering myself completely with the mountain of blankets.

“What the FUCK!” I exclaimed. Though I wish that my voice sounded strong and threatening, the shock rippling through me coupled with the way my nasal passages were currently blocked and the muffling effect of the blankets covering my face made my fierce roar sound more like a surprised squeak.

"Whoa whoa whoa!" the voice placated quickly. "Y/N, it's just me!"

The familiar tenor tones of my intruder began to seep into my sick brain like a cloud of smoke. I frowned unconsciously as my mind worked in overtime to try and place the voice with a face. I winced for a moment, the sudden onset of thought enough to send a stabbing pain shooting behind my eyes and leave a throbbing, dull ache in its wake. My brain whirred on for an embarrassing amount of time before the recognition hit me like a truck.

"Peter?" I questioned humbly, peeking my eyes out from the blankets just enough to see. I blinked quickly and fought against the dizzying pain that overtook my brain against the onslaught of light.

Standing over near my opened bedroom window was my adorable, if sheepish looking, boyfriend. His face was wrought with a look of pure anxiety -- big brown eyes practically swimming with worry and normally sweet features all contorted downward. The messy brown curls I loved were stuck tight to his sweaty forehead, and he clutched his Spidey mask tightly in his right fist. He wasn't wearing his suit, so he must've thrown on only the mask before making his way over. Even in my post-panic/flu-induced fog I felt a touch of irritation at his recklessness.

"It's just me, sorry," he apologized breathlessly with one hand still outstretched appeasingly towards me. "I just...you weren't at school and you weren't answering your phone and I got worried."

Guilt flooded my already-churning stomach at his gentle admission. That explained the incessant buzzing of my phone this morning. Of course Peter was worried, the boy literally could not stop worrying over everything. And to be fair, he had much more reason to than most. I silently cursed myself for forgetting to text him and tell him I wouldn’t be at school. I opened my mouth to apologize just as another realization filtered into my brain.

I screeched.

Not a normal screech either. This was a gross, nasal-sounding cry of sheer terror that I could tell made Peter flinch from all the way across the room. I dove even more quickly into the mountain of blankets and pillows than I had back when I was pretty sure I was going to be murdered.

“What?! Y/N what’s wrong?” Peter exclaimed, clearly still a bit panicked over everything. I couldn’t hear him walking over, but I felt my bed dip under his weight as he near-instantly was at the edge of the mattress. The blankets shifted and I could tell he was attempting to pull back one of the many covers that I’d engulfed myself in. I huffed, twisting my body deeper into the tangle of sheets and rolled so away from my poor boyfriend that I almost fell off the bed entirely.

“Y/N?” Peter questioned, tone laced with concern and confusion.

“Don’t look at me!” I shouted. Or as close to shouting as I could muster through the scratchy, dry rasp that was my voice currently. “I'm sick!"

There was a long pause before Peter's sweet chuckle sounded outside the confines of my cocoon.

"Yeah I kinda figured that out," he laughed. I couldn't see his face, for obvious reasons, but I even so I could tell it held his wide, genuine smile. As if to punctuate my point further, another dizzying coughing spell came over me and bent over as I proceeded to cough all but my actual guts out.

"Oh, Y/N/N," Peter murmured sympathetically. I felt his hands rest on the blanket again as if he were going to pull it away and I jerked away from the contact once again. "Hey? Why are you hiding?"

"Because I'm sick," I grumbled defensively. "I don't want you to see me like this!"

Peter clicked his tongue in disbelief.

"Come on," he whined. "You know I couldn't care less about that!"

He could try all he wanted, but there was no way I was going to face him at the moment. I hadn't taken a good look at myself yet today, but I was certain I looked like a half-dead pile of garbage. I could feel the way my hair was matted and knotted from all the tossing and turning, my nose felt like it was on fire from all the snot pouring out of it, there was a dry spot on my chin that I was certain was leftover drool, and to top it all off I could practically feel the crushing weight of the bags from under my eyes. I crossed my arms petulantly from the confines of my blankets, not caring that he couldn't see my small act of stubbornness.

I heard Peter sigh from his place beside me, and the weight on the bed shifted until I could feel him sitting right next to me.

"Y/N, you know that I think you're the prettiest girl I've ever met, right?" he questioned softly from beside me. My face flushed wildly at the implication, although I don't think he would've been able to tell even if he could see my face due to the raging fever I was sure to have. Butterflies silently began to flutter in my tummy. I hummed in nonchalant agreement, unable to trust my voice at the moment.

"Well you are. You're the prettiest, funniest, smartest, cutest, and most stubborn girl I know", he replied firmly, putting unnecessary emphasis on the last bit. "And seeing you when you're sick isn't going to change any of that."

I grumbled lowly, silently feeling my resolve weaken but unwilling to concede just yet. Peter evidently took my silence to mean he was getting through to me and began talking once more.

"I was really worried you know?" he continued casually. "When you weren't at school today, I mean. I thought something bad might've happened..."

The same feeling of guilt from earlier came crawling back to me and began to weigh heavily within my already sore chest at his admission. His voice sounded like he was desperately trying to sound unaffected, but I could hear the remnants of the fear and panic he'd felt this morning. The guilt intensified and ran it's way up my body and rested into my eyes and throat, burning them with unshed tears begging to be let out.

I cautiously peeked out from the blankets, still covering everything but my eyes from Peter's vision. He smiled at the small victory -- that perfectly crooked and adorable smile that never failed to make my heart melt and my knees feel weak. I smiled back, although it quickly drooped into a frown when I realized he couldn't see it.

"I won't stay if you don't want me to," he stated plainly while looking down at his lap. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I want nothing more than to be here with you and take care of you -- actually that's not true I just want you to feel better, regardless-- but what I mean is I won't if you don't want me to."

I giggled lightly at his near-incoherent babbling, causing his eyes to snap back up to my blanket-covered face and his face to break out into another one of those smiles I loved so much. I sighed indecisively.

"You're sure you're not going to, like, freak out, right?" I questioned cautiously. Peter shook his head quickly, brown curls flying wildly around his face.

"Positive." he affirmed.

"And you swear that you aren't going to, like, take off running? Or, more likely, swinging?" I clarified. I was being purposely exaggerative, but underneath my sarcastic facade there was a part of me that was very much scared. Scared that Peter, the absolute best guy I knew and the person I relied most heavily on, would be disgusted with my illness-riddled self. Peter frowned, a look of genuine distress overtaking his features.

"I would never." he vowed incredulously. I searched his handsome face silently as I contemplated.

Finally, after several long moments of deliberation, I sighed in defeat and slowly pulled the blankets away from the rest of my face. Peter just looked on encouragingly as my dramatic ass took its time, a tiny proud smile playing on his lips.

"There's my pretty girl," he cooed soothingly as I finally detangled my upper body out of the mass of bedding. I shot him a look of pure annoyance which only seemed to fuel his glee further. He chuckled lightly, pulling my overheated and yet somehow still shivering form to his chest. I willingly allowed him to pull me into the comfort of his embrace, suddenly feeling too tired and weak to protest further.

Peter's arms were my favorite place to be. Hands down. I'd discovered long ago that his chest provided the perfect pillow: it was soft, yet firm, warm, but not too hot, and smelled like the perfect mixture of his body wash, laundry detergent, and his natural scent. Also not to be taken for granted was the way his strong arms instantly wound around me whenever we cuddled. Being in his arms never failed to make me feel safe and protected. I sighed contently, rubbing my tired and throbbing head deeper into his embrace. He rubbed small circles into my aching back, voice crooning in my ears with unintelligible words of affection.

"Still the prettiest girl I know," he declared fondly. I lifted my head just enough to look at his face, a display of near-herculean effort on my part, and shot him the most incredulous look I could muster.

"You're a dork," I grumbled lightly, tucking my fever-and-blush tinged red cheeks back into the comfort of his chest. I felt my makeshift pillow vibrate as a chuckle followed.

"Yeah. But I'm your dork," he replied cheekily. I hummed in agreement, too tired to argue back.

I dropped my head further into my own chest as I was unexpectedly hit with another wave of uncontrolled hacking. I could feel Peter's arms rubbing against my back as I did, and after all was said and done I winced at the rush of pain through my head, throat, and lungs. He tsked sympathetically before asking when the last time I took any pain meds was. Unable to find my voice I simply shook my head stubbornly.

I grumbled incoherently as Peter gently removed me from his arms, unhappy at the loss of contact. He chuckled once more before promising to return quickly as he strode out of my bedroom door. I groaned childishly before my body decided that now would be an awesome time to make me sneeze any and all phlegm that had built up in my nasal passageways.

I sneezed violently for what felt like hours -- by the end tears were streaming down my face and there weren't enough balled up tissues in my vicinity to stop the flow of snot running from my poor, sore nose. I plopped back onto the pillows, completely worn out and miserable.

Almost like he could sense my discomfort (and I'm sure if anyone could, it was him) Peter rushed back into my room, arms full. He placed a litany of items unceremoniously onto my comforter before silently handing me a glass of water and a few pills.

I gratefully accepted, sitting up slightly to take them. The cool water against my burning, scratchy throat felt simultaneously painful and relieving at once. Peter smiled encouragingly, taking the half empty glass back and placing it on my nightstand. Next he pulled out a damp washcloth and motioned for me to lean back once more. Curiosity overtaking me, I complied.

Ever the sweetest boy I knew, Peter began lightly wiping my overheated face with the cool cloth. I let out a moan of appreciation that I was certain was going to embarrass me later if Peter's reddened cheeks were any indication. Currently, however, I couldn't have cared less if I tried. The cooling feeling spreading across my sweaty, fever ravaged skin was almost hypnotic. I closed my eyes and leaned into the cloth as he methodically maneuvered it around my face.

"S-sorry if it's too cold," Peter's nervous voice interrupted my near-trance. I opened my eyes to see his adorable face very close to mine, expression full of concern. "I can stop now,"

"Why though?" I whined. "I was enjoying that!"

Peter's face turned bright red once more, face turning downwards briefly to hide his wide smile.

"I'm glad," he replied bashfully. "But you're kind of starting to really shiver, so I think we should stop for now,"

He tossed the rag expertly across the room, landing it neatly on the back of my chair without even really looking. I rolled my eyes.

"Show-off."

He just grinned.

“Okay, I also brought you more tissues, some cough drops, some cold medicine, your laptop, some new blankets...”.

Peter’s voice changed completely, dropping down to a more serious tone as he waved his hands over each item as he explained. I felt tears start to collect in my eyes, wholly touched at the sheer sweetness of his thoughtfulness. I was trying to come up with a response as the tears began to drop down my face in big, fat droplets when Peter took note of my emotional state. His eyes went wide with worry -- he instantly shuffled closer to me and wrapped scooped me up, blankets and all. His arms wound around my body tightly as he placed me on his lap and his cheek rested lightly against the crown of my head.

"Hey, hey," he soothed quietly. "You're okay, I'm here. What hurts sweet girl?"

I chuckled breathlessly at his response, thoroughly enamored with his protective concern for my well-being.

"I'm okay Petey, nothing hurts," I mumbled quickly. The throbbing of my head and ache in my chest immediately flared at my words, clearly enraged to have been downplayed like that. I grimaced.

"Okay that's a lie -- everything hurts," I amended begrudgingly. "But that's not why I'm crying."

He pulled his head back just enough to look me in the eyes, expression riddled with confusion.

“I just -- you’re so --,” I struggled to put the way I was feeling into words. Peter waited patiently, concern-filled eyes never leaving my face.

“I just love you,” I murmured finally, looking deeply into Peter’s eyes. “Like, a lot.”

His face softened immediately and his cheeks filled with the gorgeous pink blush that I adored as he gazed lovingly down at me. I felt time stop, the way it always seemed to when he looked at me like that. I held my breath, captivated by the proximity of my very handsome boyfriend and the feeling of his arms wound so tightly around me.

“I love you too,” he whispered softly, face bowing down towards my own until I could feel his breath fanning against my lips. I felt my brain short-circuit for the millionth time this morning, though this time it wasn’t fever-related. Peter’s face drifted closer and closer to my lips at what seemed like a glacial pace. Just as our lips were about to connect, a thought ran through my mind, clear as a bell, and I jerked backwards so suddenly I fell off Peter’s lap and into a heap on the floor.

“Oh my god! Y/N, are you okay?!”

Peter hurriedly picked me up and placed me gingerly back on my bed. I chuckled breathlessly, still a little dazed from the close encounter.

“What the hell was that?” he questioned incredulously.

“You can’t kiss me! You’ll get sick!”

Peter looked stunned.

“You -- you’ve got to be kidding me,” he groaned, body flopping backwards onto my bed momentarily before he sat back up and looked me straight in the face. “You’re joking, right?”

I crossed my arms stubbornly against my chest and stared defiently at him. He studied my expression for a beat before he sighed and flopped onto his back once more. I giggled at his frustration, and he sat up once more to shoot me an exasperated look. Then, his eyes lit up with a mischievous look and he grinned at me.

“You know, I haven’t been sick once since I got bit,” he mentioned nonchalantly. I raised an eyebrow, urging him to continue. “I don’t even think I can get sick anymore honestly.”

“Nice try Spiderling,” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not chancing it. Queens needs you.”

“Yeah but I need you,” he whined. “I can’t go a whole day without affection, I’ll die!”

I snorted.

“Nice try Tinkerbell,” I chuckled. Peter’s pout deepened. “Aww, don’t do that. You know it’s for your own good!”

Peter stuck out his bottom lip childishly.

“Alright, alright, you win,” he grumbled. “But cuddles are non-negotiable! I will literally die without them.”

I smiled widely at his response, scooching up to the head of the bed with him and allowing him to pull me into his chest once more. He fiddled with my laptop for a few moments and not long after I was drifting off on his shoulder as our favorite movie played. One of his hands was splayed across my back, trapping me against him (as if I’d ever want to move) and the other was tangled in the messy hair against my head. I was fading, falling into sleep steadily.

“Mmmmm Petey,” I breathed softly. “Love you.”

I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I felt him smile against my hair.

“I love you too sweet girl,” he whispered. I raised my head tentatively, eyes closed and lips searching his cheeks for their favorite spot. I felt Peter’s breath hitch, and his face dip down towards mine just slightly. “Thought you were worried about getting me sick.”

I set my mouth in a pout.

“But you said you can’t get sick, right?” I mumbled hopefully. Peter chuckled, the vibrations from his chest tickling my cheek.

"Thought you weren't gonna chance it?" he questioned breathlessly. "Q-queens needs me."

"I need you," I whined. He chuckled again, the deep timbre sending shivers down my spine.

"Well, I can't let you down now can I?" he whispered playfully before finally connecting his thin lips to mine.

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The rest of my illness went by like an insane fever dream. Peter stuck by my side like glue the entire time, taking care of me like the sweet boy he is and spending the majority of the time entangled with me on my bed as we watched wayyy too much Netflix. The times he left were brief -- just long enough to convince my mom and his aunt that he was still sleeping back at his apartment.

I was finally back in school, feeling refreshed and eager to be out in the world once more. I walked over to Peter's locker, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek and waving hello to MJ and Ned. His ears and cheeks flushed pink at the display and I grinned with pride. Ned just smiled while MJ rolled her eyes fondly.

"Someone's glad to be back," she quipped dryly. I laughed, carding my fingers through Peter's as we all began to walk down the hall.

"I actually am," I replied cheerily. "I'm as surprised as you are."

As we walked Ned began filling me in on everything I'd missed while I was out. I listened to him chat excitedly about Flash's new car and the change in the Decathalon team's lineup with amusement, wholly happy to be back to my normal routine. My mood was broken suddenly as I felt the fine hairs on the back of Peter's arm stand straight up from the spot where our arms brushed together. I looked up at him anxiously, wondering what could be lurking in our midst that sent his senses off.

Peter looked as baffled as I did. His eyes scanned the halls furiously, searching for the source of the danger. The two of us slowed to a complete stop in the middle of the hall.

Ever perceptive, MJ eyed Peter and I suspiciously before bluntly asking what was wrong. Ned turned and looked on curiously after he finally noticed that no one was following him anymore. I glanced at Peter, unsure of what to say. He cleared his throat nervously.

"I dunno, I just got this really weird--"

He started to explain, but part way in he paused and let out the biggest sneeze I'd ever heard. And that's coming from a girl that just spent the last 4 days coughing and sneezing like it was her job. MJ and Ned chuckled knowingly as Peter just stared at me, utterly bewildered. I couldn't help but giggle at the incredulous look on his face before smiling sheepishly at my poor boyfriend.

"I did warn you!"

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justcloseyoureyesandseee · 6 years

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Yesterday was the hardest day I’ve ever experienced. The great love of my life passed away.

We adopted Lizzie when she was barely 6 months old. When her litter was first listed for sale we attempted to look at the puppies, but they were gone by the time our call went through. Six months later my mom happened to see an ad in the paper about a golden retriever/yellow lab mix. She was immediately drawn to the ad because it was written from Lizzie’s point of view, asking for a new loving family because as much as her current family wanted to give her all the love and attention she needed, their schedules prevented it. Turns out she was a puppy from the litter we’d wanted to look at months before and by some miracle we were the first of 15 calls this time.

Lizzie was a handful right up until the day she passed. She lived in 6 houses during her time with us and managed to escape all of them to explore the neighborhood. When upset, she actively punished us by getting into the garbage, snatching food off countertops, destroying personal affects, huffing, head-butting, stomping toes, unplugging laptops and phones, burping, blowing snot, hitting, kicking, and countless other forms of torture. Her attacks were meticulously planned and delivered when least expected. I honestly don’t know how her body was able to handle everything she ate—raw chicken, an entire family size bag of Child’s Play (tootsie rolls), my middle school woodshop project, bran muffins, grocery bags full of chocolate/candy, entire pizzas, flip-flops, 19 of 24 birthday cupcakes… you name it, she ate it. No matter how much we tried to outwit her and protect her poor stomach, she always found a way.

Thankfully she wasn’t a terror all of the time. At her core she was a lover. A real softie. We always said she was a real life Disney princess because of the way small woodland creatures flocked to her side and the way she just HAD to smell every flower she passed. She was such a sweetheart we actually feared that in the case of a burglary she’d be more likely to offer the burglar a present than she would to defend the household.

Her defining characteristic was tending to and caring for her family. She earned the nickname Nana because of the way she broke up fights between my younger siblings, herded everyone to bed at a reasonable hour, waited by the bathroom door while teeth were brushed, demanded final approval for every item that went into suitcases, insisted dishes be carried to the sink, licked away tears, doled out hugs, and regularly participated in household cleaning. She also had a very strong attraction to babies and children of all sizes, always wanting to visit and play with them but in a gentle way of course.

Oddly enough the first night I spent with Lizzie (I’d been at my dad’s house in another state during her arrival), she mistook me as an intruder and jumped between me and my 3 year-old sister to protect her new family. I was chased through the house—screaming—by this ferocious growling beast and eventually she tackled me to the floor and had to be pulled off. All to protect my baby sister. Luckily she learned to love me lol and she learned to save her defensive instincts for the moments that mattered.

We had a rough start, but when my mom packed us up to leave an abusive marriage, the three of us girls (my mom, Lizzie, and me) grew closer than ever in our “rebound” house. During the 14 years we spent together, we went through some really awful and painful times, but we got through it together. We eventually adopted another dog, a feisty Maltese-Bichon mix that worshipped the ground Liz walked on, and our family dynamic evolved, but I don’t think anything can or ever will penetrate the bond between the original 3.

Lizzie was put on a pedestal early on, and somehow she managed to live up to the hype. She was so woven into my life that I feel like I’ve lost a limb or an internal part of me I can’t replace. I’ve never loved anyone or anything the way I loved her. She was my north star, my sunshine when clouds are gray, my reason to get up every morning.

Yesterday seemed like it was going to be just like any other day. She still whined and huffed and threw a fit when I sat on my mom’s bed (a real pet peeve of hers since she can no longer get up there). During her afternoon trip outside she happily jaunted around the yard and smelled every flower she spotted, spied on the kids playing in the backyard behind ours, greeted the UPS man that delivered our latest amazon haul, laid in the sun and gazed at the cloudless sky. She came inside and ate her dinner—her appetite has NEVER suffered as long as I’ve known her. She even injected herself into our conversation with her unique Nana sounds.

And then an hour later she took a hard fall, couldn’t get back up, and eventually fainted. She stopped responding to us or showing any sign she was aware of her surroundings. Her gums turned terrifyingly white. We had to carry her down a flight of stairs and into the car, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget the shrill cries that followed. She’s never been one to express when she’s in pain, she usually tried to conceal it from us actually, but yesterday she couldn’t hide her suffering.

It happened so fast. The vet quickly discovered that the reason for her white gums and poor circulation was severe internal bleeding in her abdomen, most likely due to a ruptured tumor on her spleen. We didn’t want to put her through surgery to confirm the cause, knowing that because of her age and condition she probably wouldn’t survive the procedure. Even a proper ultrasound was out of the question. Five minutes after arriving to the vet we were asked to make a decision, and we ultimately chose to end her misery.

She collapsed at 6:00 pm and was no longer with us by 9:00.

I don’t know how much I believe in heaven and better places and all that, though I think I do, but I have to believe that someone as beautiful and loving and out-of-this-world special as Nana had to have had a lovely place reserved just for her. And hopefully I’ll be able to reunite with her there one day.

I’ve spent more than half of my life with her. 14 years. Little reminders around the house have me bursting into tears every 10 minutes. I still can’t believe she’s gone. Yesterday she was still with us and lounging outside in the sun. I miss her hugs and the way she’d rest her forehead on mine, and how she ALWAYS welcomed me home at the door and peeked in on me when I was napping and waited outside the bathroom door while I showered, and how she’d approach with her ears pointed to the side and her tail wagging and a big smile on her face when I opened my arms for a hug. Right now everything feels so empty and broken and like nothing will ever be okay again. I miss her so much and my heart goes out to anyone else that’s ever gone through this.

She was my family and my best friend.

This post is so much longer than I planned and if you’ve managed to read this far, i truly appreciate it. I feel like it’s my duty to share a glimpse of how special this girl was and how much she meant to me, though I barely scratched the surface. I never really talk about my life on here or post pictures of myself, but Lizzie was such a huge part of my life that it feels disrespectful not to.

Here’s a picture of the last moment we spent together (ugly crying and all):

My dearest Lizzie. January 6, 2004 - June 6, 2018.

#i'm such a mess #everything is making me cry #dogs are truly man's best friend #please give your pets extra hugs and kisses every single day #and remind them how loved they are #life's too short #personal #death tw

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redgillan · 7 years

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Breaking the Rules - part 6

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:2,395

Warnings: the usual

A/N: I’m sure how I feel about this, but anyway... Spot the B99 quote ;)

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

“What the hell are you wearing?” Bucky burst out laughing when he saw you.

You had followed his mother and sisters to the wedding venue so you hadn’t seen him since you had left that morning. Becca’s prom dress fitted you just right, but it wasn’t the most appropriate outfit for a wedding.

It was a shimmering purple dress with lots of frills.

“You look like a sparkling plum,” he said, doubling over in laughter.

“Fuck off!”

He finally controlled his laughter enough to speak. “I saved you a seat next to Peggy. The wedding’s about to start.”

“Where’s Dot?”

“No idea.”

Bucky turned back to the door when his mother hissed his name. He excused himself and walked back to the flower girl. He squatted down to talk to the little girl who was staring off into space. Her hands were shaking hard as she held onto the little basket.

He took a fistful of petals and let them trickle through his fingers. She giggled happily and gave him a big hug. You met Bucky’s eyes before you reluctantly let the usher direct you to your seat.

You greeted Steve and Peggy as you sat down. The musicians were tuning their instruments and you took a moment to look at your surroundings.

Dot was sitting on the groom’s side since her fiancé was one of Henry’s best man. She was in the seat closest to the aisle. She kept her eyes on you as the quartet started playing the famous Pachelbel Canon.

Her fiancé slowly walked arm in arm with Lizzie up the aisle toward Henry. Bucky and Mary followed them and as he walked past Dot, she brushed her hand against his. Your hands balled into fists at your sides.

The ceremony was long and, quite frankly, pretty boring. You were mulling over the events of the last couple of days with a scowl on your face. The night before, Bucky had taught you a bit of sign language, mostly bad words and insults. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t flirted a bit with him.

His smile made your stomach do flip-flops. It was very confusing because you were not ready to admit –even to yourself- that the man you hated more than anything made your heart beat faster.

His sister was saying her vows when your eyes met his. He frowned at you, silently asking why you looked so gloomy.

You gave him a little shrug. You nodded towards Dot, then you made a b-handshape and placed the tip of your fingers on your chin. ‘Dot’s a bitch.’ Bucky chuckled quietly, trying not to attract attention.

You spent the rest of the ceremony signing the dirty words he had taught you. Bucky tried to discreetly reply to you, but it was difficult since he was facing the entire crowd.

He pointed toward you, then closed his hand while moving it in a circle in front of his face. You frowned, not knowing what it meant. He smiled at you and clapped along with the rest of the guests as Henry kissed Rebecca.

You walked up to him after the ceremony. “What does that mean?” you asked, mimicking the gesture.

“You’re beautiful,” he answered, brushing his thumb against your cheek.

You blinked at him, at a loss for words, and he smiled tenderly. He took your hand and led you away from the crowd. Unfortunately, you couldn’t escape his mother, she had eyes everywhere.

Winnie wanted to get pictures of the two of you with the rest of the family. You tried to reason with Bucky. You were his fake girlfriend and wedding pictures are a big deal, but he only squeezed your hand tighter.

An hour later you finally sat down at your assigned table. Bucky introduced you to everybody at the table.

“You already know Steve and Peggy,” he said, then turned to a woman with long dark hair and a man with bleached-blond hair. “And these two troublemakers are Pietro and Wanda Maximoff.”

“I used to babysit them,” Steve said, a smile on his lips. “You guys are adults now, it makes me feel old.”

Peggy chuckled as she rubbed small circles over her tiny baby bump. “It’s good to know you have experience with kids, darling.”

You all laughed with her, Steve playfully rolled his eyes before he started a conversation with Pietro.

Bucky looked at the small crowd near the buffet table and his eyes widened for a second before a large smile spread across his lips. He quickly excused himself and crossed the room to kneel beside the flower girl.

He raised his hand above his head and gave her a high five. He spoke to her, probably telling her that she had done a great job during the ceremony. You watched him put a hand on his chest, somewhat dramatically, as the little girl twirled in place to show off her pretty dress.

You chuckled to yourself, unable to tear your eyes away from him. A good-looking twentysomething ran towards the little girl, she had panic written all over her face. She scolded the little girl who quickly rushed back to the kids’ table.

Bucky got to his feet and smiled at the twentysomething before he nodded toward the far corner of the room. She followed him. A strange feeling bubbled up inside you, one you remembered all too well.

Jealousy.

You tried to push the feeling away, knowing it would only cause you pain. He wasn’t your boyfriend, he wasn’t even your friend. He was just Natasha’s annoying neighbour.

You suddenly stood up from your chair, startling Wanda and Peggy, and headed to the buffet table. When Bucky joined you, you were aggressively scooping a spoonful of mashed potatoes onto your plate.

He stood too close for your liking so you shifted a bit further away from him. He glanced sideway at you and frowned.

“Something wrong?”

“No.” Your voice sounded harsher than you had intended.

“Okay, you’re a bad liar,” he chuckled awkwardly. “C’mon, what’s going on?”

With a loud sigh, you threw the spoon back into the bowl and turned to face him. “You know what? We’re supposed to be a couple, but as soon as you have the opportunity to hit on a girl, you-”

“Wow, wait, what?” he interrupted you.

“I saw you with that girl!”

He stared at you for a second before he started laughing quietly. You put your plate down and crossed your arms over your chest. The fact that he was laughing at you infuriated you even more.

“You’re an idiot,” he said, still laughing. “That girl was hired to watch the kids. She’s my sister’s girlfriend, I found out yesterday and my parents don’t know Lizzie is dating a girl. I wanted to make sure she was right for my little sister. Just like I would have done if she’d been dating a guy.”

“Oh,” you replied lamely, uncrossing your arms.

“Are you jealous?” He leaned closer, taunting you.

“No!” you gasped.

“I think you are.”

Bucky hesitated a bit before he cupped the side of your face and let his thumb brush your jaw. Your body betrayed you and leaned into his touch. Then, your eyes snapped open and you quickly pulled away from him.

“I have to go.”

You bolted out of the room before he could say anything. He called out your name, but you kept walking.

Once you were finally outside, you breathed out a sigh of relief. You shivered slightly as the cold night air hit your bare arms and legs.

Men like him were dangerous and you couldn’t let him hurt you. They’re like incubi. They seduce their prey, suck the life out of them and leave... although today they are better known as fuckboys.

You put your back against the wall, slid down and sat in an attempt to calm yourself.

Pulling your phone out of your bra, you decided against calling Natasha and looked through your contacts until you found Maria’s number. She picked up after the second ring.

“Tell me I’m crazy,” you blurted out without even saying hello. “I need someone to yell at me.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

Through the phone, you heard a sharp intake of breath and the sound of a door closing. You had her undivided attention.

“Oh, right!” she said as she remembered your previous conversation. “You’re with that guy, the one you don’t like.”

“Yeah.” You closed your eyes, trying to find your words. “You’re a no-bullshit kind of person, right? So tell me I can’t develop feelings for someone I don’t like. Tell me that three days can’t change everything.”

You waited, but she didn’t say anything. After a moment, she let out a forceful sigh. “I can’t tell you that. You have feelings for someone, it’s not crazy. It’s completely normal.”

“I don’t have feelings for Bucky,” you gasped, annoyed. “He’s annoying and... moody... and-”

“You like him,” Maria interrupted. “I saw it the moment he walked into the restaurant. It was like I wasn’t even there anymore.”

“No,” you shouted. “It’s not one of those ‘I’ve always loved you and now I’m seeing you’ moments.”

“Okay, but maybe it’s a ‘I didn’t particularly like you and now I think you’re not that bad’ moment.”

She gave you some time to think it over. You worried your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment. She was right.

“Yeah, he’s not that bad,” you admitted.

“Halleluiah,” Maria exclaimed, making you chuckle. “You don’t have to jump into a relationship. You can just have a little fun, but you have to talk to him.”

“You make it sound like he has feelings for me.”

“Oh, sillyhead,” she laughed softly. “Do you know why little boys pull little girls’ pigtails on playgrounds?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “Because they like the girls and that’s the only way they know how to get their attention.”

After she ended the call, you decided to head back inside and find Bucky. It took a lot of strength to push yourself off the ground and open the door. You didn’t have a whole speech prepared, you just hoped for the best.

You heard Bucky say your name and you turned toward the sound. He walked down the hallway toward you and you suddenly realized you had absolutely no idea what to say to him. He stopped an arm's length away.

“I thought you were gone.”

“Where would I go?” you replied.

“My parents’ house.”

“Alone and in the middle of the night?” you scoffed.

He shrugged. “I wouldn’t be surprised. You keep pushing me away.”

He tried to look casual, but he remembered the look in your eyes when he had cupped your face. You had leaned into his touch, sought his warmth, even if for just one second, but then your eyes sprang open in alarm and he mistook your fear for disgust.

It hurt more than he was willing to admit. Seeing you run away from him was the final blow.

“I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable. It wasn’t my intention,” he said, looking you in the eye. “I was trying to be... funny, I guess. I wanted to make you laugh.”

“Laugh?” you repeated, frowning and cocking your head to one side.

He groaned and raked a hand through his hair, messing it up before the silky strands obediently fell back into place. He opened his mouth and closed it, as if he couldn’t find the right words.

“Every time you laugh,” he started to explain while gesturing furiously. “I have this warm, fuzzy feeling in my stomach and it spreads through my whole body and it feels so good.”

“Don’t do that,” you whispered.

You closed your eyes and focused on slowing your heartbeat. And then he understood, it wasn’t disgust he saw in your eyes. It was fear.

“No, don’t shut yourself off. Not with me,” he warned, taking a step forward. “I know you felt it -that spark between us.”

“What do you want from me?” you cut him off.

“I want...” Bucky looked around frantically, trying to express feelings he had never felt before.

He wanted to talk for hours in bed on lazy Sunday mornings. He wanted to hold your hand as you both walked through Central Park at night.

He wanted to tease you, say stupid things and make you laugh. He wanted to wrap his body around yours, to feel you against him, to keep you safe and happy.

“-you,” he answered simply. “I want you.”

You closed the distance between you and brought his lips down to yours. Initiating the kiss enabled you to control everything. You abandoned yourself completely and kissed him hard.

He stumbled slightly and backed you up against the wall, one hand against it for support. Yet, he made no move to take control of the kiss and, instead, let you savour him.

The thought of someone catching sight of you made you dizzy with desire and Bucky’s free arm wrapped around your waist, holding you up. You pulled back slightly and began trailing open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, then his neck.

“Yes, keep going,” he moaned. “Right there!”

He arched into you when you found that sweet spot just behind his ear and laved it with your tongue. You bit, sucked and licked his tender flesh, satisfying an animalistic need to mark him, to let everyone know that he belonged to you.

When you pulled back, your eyes widened slightly. An angry red mark stood in stark contrast to his pale skin. Bucky shivered when you traced it with the tip of your forefinger.

He took a step back, a dopey look in his eyes as he stared into nothing. His tie was loose and his shirt was almost completely untucked. He tried to say something, but his brain was too fuzzy to figure out how to speak.

Instead, he touched his lips; they were still warm and tingly.

You couldn’t handle these sudden feelings, so the irrational part of your brain took over. You had to get away from him.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly.

You ducked your head in shame and rushed back into the main room, leaving Bucky confused and dazzled in the middle of the hallway.

Part 7

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