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Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny - Eris x Reader

Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny V - Eris x Archeron!Reader

Summary: You find yourself ensnared by a sly, cunning fox. A very handsome, irritating one.

Warnings: angst, attempted SA, misogynistic language/beliefs, drugging (if you'd like more in depth warnings, feel free to dm me)

➻❥ Part I ➻❥ Part II ➻❥ Part III ➻❥ Part IV ➻❥ Part V

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Part V

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“One of the stableboys told me he spotted Lady Genevieve and Lord Vaughn sneaking out of the party together last week,” Willow said in a whisper as Ivy gasped in disbelief.

You glanced up at them from where you were sitting at the table in Eris’s common room, sewing a hole shut on the skirt you had worn out to the woods with him yesterday. Your kiss had gotten…heated and your skirt had caught on a piece of bark on the tree Eris had you pressed against and ripped. Just thinking of it made your cheeks turn pink.

“And that’s scandalous, why?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at your handmaidens. They had insisted they repair your skirt for you but sewing was one of the skills you had actually acquired during your family’s time in poverty. Who else would’ve made sure Feyre’s hunting clothes stayed intact?

“Well because Lady Genevieve is engaged to his brother, of course!” Ivy exclaimed.

You opened your mouth to reply but a knock on the door made you pause. The three of you glanced at each other. Eris had mentioned he would be traveling to a nearby town for some business and wouldn’t return until morning. He advised you to stay inside with your handmaidens and take dinner in your room until his return.

Ivy rose and made her way to the door, pulling it open to reveal one of Eris’s brothers. He placed a pale hand on the doorframe and gave her a charming, but unsettling, grin. His hair was longer than Eris’s, his stature a bit shorter and far bulkier than the refined quality your mate had.

Ivy curtsied. “Lord Reid, how may I assist you?”

“I’m here to escort my brother’s mate to dinner,” he purred. “Since he is unable to do so himself.”

You stood, placing the skirt on the table as you glanced at Willow with uncertainty. Ivy’s pretty face paled.

“B-but Lord Eris requested that Lady Archeron have dinner in his quarters tonight,” she stuttered out.

The grin slipped from Reid’s face, a more threatening look taking over. “Are you denying me my request, nymph?”

He spat out the last word like a curse, making you flinch on your friend’s behalf. You had to bite your tongue from saying anything back knowing you’d likely just anger him further.

Ivy bowed her head. “Of course not, my Lord.”

You crossed the room, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder and nudging her back. “Thank you, Ivy, I’ll take it from here.”

That charming grin was back on Reid’s face as he looked down at you, but the look in his eyes made your legs shake. He held out his elbow like a proper escort and you had no choice but to take it, letting him pull you out of Eris’s chambers.

“Talk back to me again and I’ll have you whipped in the courtyard in front of everyone else,” Reid spat at Ivy. You gave her an alarmed look, but she shook her head at you discreetly—a warning to stay quiet. You bit your lip so hard it almost bled.

Reid finally began to guide you down the corridor and you tried to keep your breathing under control, not wanting him to know how scared you were. Finnegan had been nothing like this, had not had that cruelty lingering in his eyes.

“Has Eris returned?” You asked, swallowing harshly. “Is that why my presence is needed at dinner tonight?”

Reid looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, as if daring you to say more. You glanced away, not wanting him to see it as a challenge. You knew how females were regarded here. But you also wanted to know why you were being dragged down to the main dining area.

“Are you not a part of this family now?” Reid remarked, his tone questioning but the sharpness of his words didn’t escape you.

“Of course, my Lord,” you breathed, still staring at the floor. He hummed in response and continued to lead you down corridor after corridor until you made it to the formal dining room.

You glanced up as you entered, taking note of who was present that you knew amongst the sea of strangers. The High Lord and his Lady, of course, as well as Finnegan and Eris’s other brother, Liam. Finn shot Reid a questioning look that went ignored while Liam sat with his eyes kept straight ahead of him. It was remarkable how alike they all looked, though none could match the beauty that Eris possessed.

The Lady of Autumn, Seraphina, kept her eyes locked on the table—seated next to Beron who sat at the head of the table. Reid escorted you to the seat next to her, pulling out the large wooden chair for you. A feast was laid out on the table before you, empty plates set in front of each seat. A few other Lords and Ladies wandered in, taking seats at the other end of the table. You listened to their idle chit chat, clenching your skirt in your fists.

“Why have you brought her here?” Finn hissed at Reid as the male took the seat next to him. “Eris is still in Pinecrest.”

Reid shrugged. “I just wanted to make sure she felt included in our family. Lighten up, little brother.”

Finn shot him a glare but Beron clanked his fork against his glass, drawing everyone’s attention. You half listened to his small speech, but focused mainly on trying to lessen the pounding of your heart. You felt so out of place, so alone here at this big table. No family. No mate. Just strangers all around you. Strangers with nefarious reputations.

Dinner began once Seraphina plated Beron his food and he took the first bite. It was like a breath of relief was let out amongst the fae at the table, their conversations picking back up. You sipped on your wine, trying not to draw attention to yourself but Reid had other plans, it seemed.

“Have you lot had the pleasure of meeting Eris’s mate yet?” He asked, leaning back in his chair as he spoke to some Lords and Ladies. “This is her. Little thing, isn’t she? She is sister to the cursebreaker.”

You felt the gazes of them on you as your cheeks turned pink. One of the ladies looked you up and down with a haughty look that made her face quite unpleasant to look at.

“Are the rumors true?” She asked, her voice filled with faux innocence. “Were you truly a human before all of this?”

“Indeed, she was,” Reid answered before you could even open your mouth.

“How ghastly,” the female sneered, placing a hand to her chest as if she were clutching her pearls. “The Mother must’ve found it within her heart to give out some charity to those lesser the day she mated you with Lord Eris.”

Your face grew hot at her hateful words. You wished the floor would open up and suck you in whole just to get away from this table. But to your surprise, someone came to your defense.

“Watch how you speak, Genevieve,” Finn spat. “She is soon to take the Vanserra name and if you insult her again, you'll find yourself in the position of all the others who dared to insult our family.”

By the way Genevieve’s face paled, you could only imagine the punishment those people had faced. But hearing the familiar name caused a smile to blossom on your face. You cleared your throat and sat up.

“Genevieve, is it?” You asked, blinking at her with wide, innocent eyes. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you, Lady, or rather how much you enjoy parties.”

Your eyes darted to the male sitting next to her. The male who looked so similar to the one gripping her hand in his. When you looked back at Genevieve, her face had paled even more. Her lips pressed into a thin line and she focused her gaze on her plate before her.

Reid leaned in close to whisper in your ear. “So the kitten has some claws after all.”

You wanted to roll your eyes but instead, bit your lip again to prevent you from saying something that wouldn’t be taken well. Reid leaned further into your space, causing you to press against the back of your chair with raised eyebrows. He grabbed the dish of potatoes next to you before finally seating himself correctly in his chair.

You frowned when you noticed a second dish of potatoes on his other side, closer to him, but shook it off. He was trying to rattle you—that much was obvious.

You nibbled on your dinner, not having an appetite while seated around these faeries. You sipped on your wine, cringing a bit as the bitter liquid slid down your throat. The wine in the Night Court was far sweeter than the wine here, it seemed.

The longer the dinner went on, the hotter the room seemed to be getting. Was it because so many fire wielding fae sat here or was this room just particularly stuffy? You fanned at your face as discreetly as you could.

Sweat began to dribble down the back of your neck, your skin tingling at the sensation. You clenched your skirt in your fists, shifting uncomfortably in your chair. The Lady of Autumn glanced at you, taking note of your reddening cheeks and behavior.

“Are you alright, dear?” Her voice was soft, quiet, and full of concern. It was the first time you’d heard her speak.

“It’s just a bit warm in here, isn’t it?” You replied, fanning your face again. Gods, you were so hot. It was unbearable.

The Lady of Autumn’s nostrils flared and her eyes went wide. She placed the back of her hand against your forehead, making a noise of displeasure before pulling it away. She waved a hand towards the servants who were milling about. Ivy and Willow darted forward from where they stood against the wall behind you.

“Lady Archeron isn’t feeling well,” she whispered to your handmaidens. “Please escort her back to her chambers for the night.”

Both of your handmaidens sniffed before their faces paled. Ivy held out a hand to you. “Come, my Lady, let us take you to your room.”

You grabbed her hand like it was a lifeline. You nearly groaned at the feeling of her skin against yours. They ushered you out of the dining hall, hurrying you down the corridor.

“Something’s wrong,” you moaned, pitifully. Your skin was on fire now. An ache was forming in the lower part of your stomach. Like an unrelenting itch that needed to be scratched.

“I think someone has slipped you a breeding tonic,” Willow hissed under her breath. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, her eyebrows furrowed.

“A what?!” You exclaimed but Ivy hushed you. You spoke in a whisper, thinking of how they had sniffed you, “How do you know that? Could you smell it in my drink or food?”

“No, my Lady,” Ivy said, hesitantly. “But your scent…it’s…Well, it’s changed.”

“My scent? But…oh.” If your face wasn’t already red, you were sure it’d be now. Gods, they could…smell you—your awakening arousal. You were mortified. “But who would do that?”

“I don’t know.” Willow frowned. “It’s more important we get you to your chambers before any male scents you.”

“Why? What…what does a breeding tonic do?”

Your two handmaidens exchanged a look before Ivy answered, “Well, my Lady, it—well it's supposed to make a female more…willing when she’s in her marriage bed.”

Your skin was itching, flushed red from all the heat you felt. You tugged at the collar of your dress. It was agonizing. “How long is this supposed to last?”

“Just a few hours,” Willow said in a soft, comforting tone. “It’s not like most males need any more than a few minutes”

“Willow,” Ivy scolded. “Now is not the time for those kinds of remarks!”

You could hardly pay attention to their conversation, your mouth drying up as the effects of the tonic worsened—causing a violent need to be touched in places you’d never been. “What will happen if a male scents me now?”

The two girls exchanged another look. “I’m afraid some males in this court have problems with their…restraint, my Lady. And your smell right now is rather enticing, for lack of a better word. It's best not to test them when it comes to these kinds of things.”

All the color left your face.

Willow let out a noise of distress. “Which is why we should move faster—”

“Well, what do we have here?” The three of you froze in your tracks as you nearly ran into a group of three guards coming around the corner—all dressed in armor with Beron’s seal imprinted on the center of their chests. Fuck, it was a group of the High Lord’s personal guards. “Ah, it's the little bitch mated to our High Lord’s son.”

Your face turned bright red.

“Watch your mouth,” Willow snapped.

The guard backhanded her before you could even blink, causing her to crumble to the floor. Ivy gasped and rushed forward, kneeling next to her. Before you could follow her, one of the guards grabbed you by the upper arm, yanking you away from your two handmaidens.

“What are you doing? Let me go! You can’t just hit—”

“Shut up,” the guard growled in your ear. Your eyes shot to Ivy who was helping Willow off the floor, the other girl holding her reddening cheek.

“Talk like that to me again and I’ll do worse,” the head guard snarled at Willow. “Now get lost. You’ve been relieved of your duties, ladies. We can escort the girl back to her room.”

You tried to pull your arm free, your heart pounding in your chest. Willow and Ivy looked inclined to protest, but then they both took a step away, sending you an apologetic look. You knew there was nothing they could do in this situation that didn’t put them in risk but maybe if they left, they could go get help. You tried to convey that message with your eyes and Ivy gave you a small dip of the head, like she understood.

As the guard began to pull you away from them, she mouthed something to you: ‘The bond.’

Understanding her message, you started to tug on the glowing gold thread in your chest, panicking as you were dragged away. The guards were snickering with each other. “Do you smell that? I think the girls in heat, Captain. Maybe we can take her downstairs for some…fun before anything else.”

You desperately tried to yank yourself free but the guard’s grip on your arm only tightened to the point of pain. “Let me go, you sick bastards!”

The guard that had been identified as the Captain chuckled. “Good idea. I think she needs to be taught a lesson on how to properly treat a male, don’t you think?”

The guards laughed with their agreement and you went feral trying to break away. “If you touch me, I swear to the Gods I’ll tell Eris! He’ll kill you!”

The guards only laughed harder. “Lord Eris won’t believe you over us, girl. Keep screaming though. I do love it when they fight back.”

You were pulled down a stone stairwell, into a lower level of the Forest House. You screamed and fought against the guards, but with three of them and only one of you…it was hopeless. You tugged and tugged on the mating bond, not really sure how it worked but hoped you had gotten Eris’s attention and that he was on his way back.

Tears poured down your cheeks and they tossed you in what seemed to be a large storage room. Crates full of goods, barrels of wine, and shelves filled with supplies crowded the room. The Captain slammed the door shut behind him as you were scuttling to stand up. You backed away from them, your eyes darting around for anything you might be able to use as a weapon—not that you had much training.

One of the guards lunged for you and you swiftly kicked him in the groin, sending him to his knees. “You stupid bitch!”

Using the commotion as a distraction, you took off running down the shelves, trying to keep them at a distance. But one of them was much faster, grabbing you by the collar of your dress. You let out a cry as your dress ripped down the back and you fell to your hands and knees, your chin smashing against the floor. You tasted blood in your mouth as the guard grabbed your foot and started to drag you back to him but you quickly flipped onto your back and kicked him right in the nose with your other foot, hearing a satisfying crunch.

He let out a curse, blood pouring from his nose, and you scrambled to start running away again, holding your tattered dress up. You spotted a door at the end of the room and sprinted towards it, throwing it open and darting through it before slamming it shut behind you.

You skidded to a stop once you realized the door had only led to a broom closet. Fuck, you had backed yourself into a corner. You covered your mouth with a hand, stifling your sobs as you heard footsteps pounding your way. With nowhere to go, you backed away to the wall, facing the door. You had no option but to try and fight your way out of this.

The door to the closet slammed open and you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the impact of a body against yours. But after a moment of silence passed, you slowly opened your eyes. They widened as they took in the guard standing in the middle of the closet, his eyes darting around the small space, passing over you several times.

“What the fuck?” he grumbled.

“Stop wasting time,” one of the other guards shouted from outside. “Pull her out of there so we can have our fun.”

“She’s not…She’s not in here!”

“What do you mean she’s not in there?” One of the other guards shouldered his way into the closet, pushing the other male out. “What—I saw her run in here! We all did. Where the hell did she go?”

“Does she know how to winnow?”

You stood frozen as the two guards discussed your whereabouts. How could they not see you? You were literally standing right in front of them! You looked down at your body and almost gasped when you didn’t see any part of yourself. What the hell? What….what was happening? You could still feel the ground under your feet, still feel the wall at your back. You tried holding up a hand but nothing—you couldn’t even see your own hand!

“She wouldn’t be able to winnow unless she could break through the wards down here,” the other guard grumbled. “Wards set up by the High Lord, himself. There’s no way a former human could do that.”

You could feel yourself panicking even more now because what was happening to you?

“What the fuck is going on down here?!”

The voice of your mate caused a sob of relief to leave your mouth and it seemed whatever magic you had been using sputtered out, causing the two guards to whip their heads towards you. You sank to the ground, still clutching your tattered dress, kohl marking the tear tracks down your cheeks.

“Lord Eris, it’s not what it looks like—”

The Captain let out a spine-chilling scream before a snap was heard and a thump of a body hitting the ground. You pulled your knees to your chest, crying out for Eris. The two guards in the closet with you whirled around as Eris stalked towards them. They held up their palms, beginning to plead, but the feral rage on your mate’s face shut them up. You’d never seen Eris look so unhinged. His normally styled hair was in disarray, his cuffs rolled up to his elbow.

His heavy boots slammed against the floor until he was right in front of them. Eris’s amber eyes darted to you for a second and flames erupted from the edges of his body. Your eyes widened in shock. His eyes fell back on the guards, his anger causing fire to even dance in his irises.

“Lord Eris, we can explain!”

“Shut the fuck up,” Eris snarled before two whips made entirely of fire were summoned in his hands. He lashed them at the guards and they latched around their necks before he pulled them to their knees with it. Both of the guards started choking, trying to pull at the whips now strangling them but only burnt their hands to a crisp.

“Imagine my surprise when I felt my mate’s terror down our bond while in negotiations with the Lords in Pinecrest,” Eris growled, wrapping the whip around his hand and yanking it tighter, forcing the guards’ faces to smash against the floor. “Only to show up and have her two handmaidens tell me three of my father’s guards were dragging her—my mate—down here to force themselves on her. Consider yourselves lucky she’s still sitting here because this death will be a mercy compared to the one I had planned for the three of you.”

The guards started to screech in agonizing pain. Blood began to bubble out of their ears, eyes and mouth and it took you a second to comprehend that Eris was burning them to death from the inside out, boiling their blood. You whimpered, slapping a hand over your mouth and nose as the smell of burning human flesh spread through the small space. You squeezed your eyes shut at the horror happening before you.

When the two guards finally slumped all the way to the ground, their eyes cold with death, Eris stepped over them and gently picked you up off the ground, cradling you to his chest. You clutched his shirt in your hands, crying as the adrenaline you had been fighting through wore off.

“It’s okay, little bunny,” Eris murmured in your ear. “I’ve got you.”

“I tried…I tried—”

You were sobbing with a flood of emotions.

“I know, I know,” he hushed you, “you did good, little bunny. You did good holding them off until I got here.”

You were vaguely aware of him carrying you out of the basement and back up the stairs. The gasps of Ivy and Willow met your ears as he emerged with you in his arms.

“Is she okay?”

“She is now,” Eris replied, his voice still filled with anger. “I’ve got it from here. Thank you, ladies, please retire to your rooms. I’ll make sure you face no repercussions from this.”

“Take care of her, my Lord,” you heard Willow say before two footsteps started fading away.

You kept your face buried in your mate’s chest until you were finally back in his chambers. Eris carried you into the bathroom before seating you on the counter. He took your face in his hand, twisting and turning it, examining you for injuries. He grabbed a small towel and wetted it, before beginning to clean the smears of makeup from your face. You sat still for him, still reeling from your shock.

Eris’s touch was so delicate as he wiped your face, the cold water soothing your hot skin. A few minutes of silence passed as you watched him focus intently on his task, small flames still dancing in his eyes from his anger.

“You came for me,” you whispered as he dabbed your cheek with the cloth.

“Of course I did. I always will,” he murmured back. “I’m so sorry I wasn't here, bunny. I’m so sorry it took me so long to come back.”

You shook your head. “It’s not your fault.”

His jaw ticked and he set the cloth down before placing a hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbing your tears away. “It is. It is my fault you are in this situation. I’m so sorry that the Gods have cursed you with me.”

“Don’t say that.” You nuzzled your head into his hand. You stared up into his eyes, now noticing how dilated his pupils were—the amber color almost gone. His hand that wasn’t on your cheek was gripping the counter so hard, cracks were appearing on its surface. You suddenly remembered what started all of this. The damn breeding tonic someone had slipped you during dinner.

The breeding tonic that still had your skin on fire, still had desire pooling between your legs. And now that Eris was here, standing so close to you…His scent of crackling embers and warm cinnamon enveloped you with his own heat. Your arousal spiked, your eyes dipping to his lips. The need to kiss him, to be touched by him, was barrelling its way through you.

You lurched forward and smashed your lips against his. Eris sucked in a breath and kissed you back with the same vigor until he came to his senses and pulled away from you, causing you to whine in displeasure.

“Someone drugged you, bunny,” he grimaced. “I can’t…I won’t take advantage of you while you're still under its effects.”

“Eris, please,” you begged, clenching your thighs together as the need to be touched grew and grew. “It hurts.”

A small whine came from the back of his throat and you watched him fight against himself. You grabbed him by the collar and yanked him back down to kiss him again. You sighed as your lips made contact with his and he kissed you back with the same hunger. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer until his body was pressed against yours.

Eris’s hardening cock nudged at the place between your thighs that was throbbing with desire and you gasped. With your lips parted, he slipped his tongue in your mouth, groaning at the taste of you, deepening the kiss and utterly consuming you.

Eris kissed and kissed you—only letting up to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. You tossed your head back with a moan, granting him more access. You needed every inch of skin to be touched by him. By his fingers. By his lips. You ached, feeling terribly empty inside. His hand slipped under your skirt, gripping your thigh.

But you could tell he was still restraining himself.

Your own hands fell on his shirt, starting to undo his buttons.“Eris,” you groaned as he sucked on the delicate skin on your neck. “Tell me what to do. I’ve…I’ve never—”

You wished you had kept your mouth shut because Eris stopped for a second, his lips hovering over your skin. "What do you mean, you’ve never, bunny? You've never what? Never had sex?”

You nodded your head, biting your lip.

“Fuck,” Eris groaned against your neck before sliding his nose up the column of your throat, inhaling deeply. “I’ll make it so good for you, baby. I promise.”

You whimpered as his words, your fists clenching his shirt. But to your dismay, Eris merely pecked you on the lips before gently taking your hands and slowly ripping them off of him.

“But not like this, bunny,” he murmured. “Not while you're drugged. Not after what happened today.”

“Eris, please.”

Any embarrassment you might’ve felt for begging simply did not exist when you felt so incredibly heated, needing him so much. Eris let out a long breath and took a step away from you, dodging your arms that tried to pull him back in.

“Not like this, bunny,” he repeated. “Take a cold bath, okay? It’ll help you feel better. The tonic should wear off soon. I’ll be waiting for you out there.”

“No, Eris, please—”

But he quickly left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. You jumped off the counter and tried to open the door, but he must’ve used magic to lock it from the outside. You let out a whine, trying to tug it open to no avail. Your forehead dropped against the wood and you sighed.

Fine, you’d take a stupid cold bath.

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You sat in the cold water until your skin pruned and the effects of the tunic left your body. You rose from the bath, wrapping yourself in a towel. You noticed a pile of clothes waiting for you on the counter—a night gown and some underwear. You quickly slipped them on before finally leaving the bathroom.

You froze in the doorway at the sight of Eris lounging on his bed, shirtless and twirling a dagger in his hand. He looked at you with a smirk and your cheeks turned bright red. Partly because he looked absolutely ravishing laying there with his toned chest and abs on display and partly because you were mortified by your behavior.

“Don’t look so embarrassed, bunny,” he teased, setting the dagger down on his nightstand and patting the bed next to him. “Come here.”

You shyly slid on the bed next to him, letting him take you in his arms. You let out a small breath, resting your head on his chest. It felt so right being here, in his embrace. Safe and perfect. Like his arms were the home you’d been looking for all your life. The mating bond sang in your chest.

“Do you feel better?”

You nodded, wordlessly. He muttered out a “good” before he started stroking your hair. You closed your eyes and melted into his arms. Tonight had been so scary. You didn’t even want to think about what would have happened to you if Eris hadn’t come in time to stop the guards.

“I’m going to find out who drugged you,” Eris murmured. “And they’re going to pay for it.”

“Eris, something…happened when I was down there with those guards,” you whispered, running your finger in swirling patterns on his chest. “When I was in the broom closet, it was like they couldn’t see me. I couldn’t see myself, either. It was like I had gone invisible.”

Eris hummed in thought. “Your sisters got powers from the cauldron, did they not? Did you get the same?”

“No, I mean, I’ve never been able to do anything other than the basic stuff all High Fae can do,” you answered. “I’ve never shown any other sorts of power. I don’t think the Cauldron gifted me anything like it did with Elain. And I certainly didn’t try to steal from it like Nesta did.”

“Yesterday, in the forest, you said something about me looking right at you and not seeing you,” Eris brought up. “I disregarded it at the time but…bunny, maybe the Cauldron did gift you something.”

“You think it gifted me something? Like what? The power of invisibility? I’ve never even heard of that!”

You hated that it made sense. Hated that, of course, the sister who had felt left behind, felt stuck in the background, unseen, would be gifted the power of invisibility.

“Maybe it’s now finally emerging. Do you remember anything from that day?”

You shook your head. “I remember being tossed into the Cauldron. I remember…I remember how it felt to be torn apart and put back together. But I don’t remember anything after that. I don’t even remember how I got out of the Cauldron or how I got to the Night Court afterwards.”

“And you’ve never asked your sisters about it?”

“I did ask Feyre once she returned. But she told me I was unconscious when the Cauldron tipped me out and that Mor winnowed all three of us out that day.”

“You know, after you left the meeting,” Eris remarked,

“Tamlin mentioned that you never came out of the Cauldron.”

“What? But that makes no sense! Why would he say that?”

“There’s something Rhysand and Feyre are hiding. Wouldn’t be the first time the Night Court kept information from someone—especially Rhysand.”

You placed your chin on his chest, staring up at him with a small glare. “I know you don’t have a great relationship with my family, but my sister would not lie to me.”

Eris raised an eyebrow, not looking convinced. “Maybe even your sister doesn’t know. Maybe Rhysand is lying to her, too. That kind of power…a lot of people would want to have someone like you in their court, bunny.”

“He wouldn’t lie. Not to Feyre.”

You couldn’t help but defend your family. Eris seemed to let it go for now, pressing a kiss to your temple. “We’ll figure it out, bunny.”

You laid your head back down on his chest with a sigh. “Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

“What really happened with Mor that day in the forest, Eris? I need to know. I need to know before…before this can happen. I need to know why my family hates you so much.”

Eris let out a long breath. “I knew this would come up eventually. I’ll tell you, bunny, but you have to understand something. You got a taste of some of the horrors of this court tonight. Things I’ve been trying to put a stop to and change my whole life. But I can only do so much without my father suspecting me of being a traitor. And he’s not above killing any of his own sons.”

The idea of Beron killing Eris caused both fear and rage to build up inside of you. Your grip on your mate tightened as you frowned. Eris ran his hand up and down your arm in a soothing motion.

“When my father and Mor’s father forced a marriage alliance on the two of us, it was, in part, a test for me on my father’s behalf. I was young and not as careful as I should’ve been and I think he could see the rebellious attitude in me. I think he thought I’d stop at nothing to somehow make them rescind the alliance proposal.”

“You didn’t want to marry Mor?”

“Gods, no,” Eris snorted. “And Keir is just as bad as my father. The thought of those two falling into a partnership…Anyways, my father forced me to make a bargain with him. See, he thought I’d fuck it up by trying to bed her before we were properly married. Which, of course, I wouldn’t have. But I played along, not wanting him to think of other things I might do. And he knew my one weakness at the time. My Mother. He made me bargain that I would not lay a single finger on her before we were wed and if I did, he would out my mother for an affair she had and punish her with death.”

You gasped and sat up to look at him. “Eris, that’s awful!”

“I thought so too,” Eris chuckled, mirthlessly. “So that day Keir dumped Mor in the forest, beaten to near death, I knew if I touched her the bargain would alert my father and though I doubt that would’ve counted in his eyes, he still would’ve taken her and some who knows what. I couldn’t alert anyone about her either because the guards that were with me that day were my father’s personal ones. They watched my every move and reported them back to my father. I had to make a choice, one that haunts me to this day.”

“The choice to keep your mother safe,” you said. “And to not let your father know that Mor was there, in your court?”

He nodded his head. “Yes. I lingered in the area long enough to catch sight of that Illyrian brute’s shadows and knew he’d come sniffing around for her. So I made sure the guards were far away so he could slip in and out without them alerting my father.”

“And all these years,” you said, sadly, “All these years no one knew the truth of why you made that decision. No one except you and your father?”

“The Night Court’s hasn’t always had an outstanding reputation, bunny,” Eris replied. “I didn’t know if I could trust them. And when I realized they already decided I was as much of a monster as my father, I had little interest in convincing them otherwise.”

“But Eris, you deserve better than that—”

“No, bunny, I don’t,” Eris sighed. “I’ve done a lot of bad things. I can only hope that things might change when my father is no longer on the Autumn throne.”

You linked your fingers with his, grasping his hand. “As long as it’s you sitting on it, Eris, I think they will. You are not what people think you are. You are not a monster.”

“I don’t care what everyone thinks. I don’t care if I’m the villain in their stories,” Eris said. “I only care that I’m not the monster in yours.”

You folded your arms on his chest, plopping your chin on the back of your hands to stare up at him.

“You’re no monster to me. You’re my sly fox,” you teased.

Eris gave you his signature fox-like grin that caused butterflies to flutter around in your stomach. Your heart beat to the same rhythm of the mating’s bond soft melody. You could hear his beating too.

“And you are still my dumb, little bunny.”

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a/n: I don't normally like making characters virgins but I felt like it fit this character in particular. Hope you liked this part!!

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Always Ever Only You Part 12 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Asking your friends for help when you need it is starting to feel good instead of scary. Even listening to Cat open up doesn't sting like it once did. Bradley starts to have an ominous feeling about his upcoming mission, and when the details are revealed, he's left wondering what his career will be like in the future.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff

Length: 4400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

There was truly something to be said for the way you felt after you talked to Dr. Genevieve. Even though your period was a few days late, and you had been holding out hope, you didn't go quite to pieces when it did end up starting. Sure, there were some tears as you opened up a new box of tampons, but you didn't dwell on it as much as you had the past several cycles in a row.

In fact, when you thought you couldn't take the physical pain of your cramps and the mental pain as well, you called Maria. You told her that you didn't want to be alone and asked if she could stop by. And she came over with a backpack and some donuts.

"What's in the bag?" you asked as you bit into a Boston cream.

"Clothes for tomorrow," she replied, petting Tramp while she ate a chocolate donut with sprinkles. "I figured I could sleep over."

"You don't have to," you whispered, now feeling a little embarrassed.

But she just shrugged. "I've been a little lonely, too. My new roommate has never been as fun as you were."

"Nobody is," you added, biting into a second donut. You figured you earned it, since you'd started to get back on track with what you were eating. "Thanks for joining me in the cafeteria at work."

"Thanks for actually coming to lunch. Cam is hella boring to eat with every day."

You groaned and headed for the couch with a bottle of wine. "Ugh, I left you hanging with Cam. I'm sorry." You were going to be better about taking care of everything. Yourself, your marriage, Bradley, and your friends.

Maria just laughed and followed behind you with two glasses and a corkscrew. "I love him, but he's still a dude. And just inherently dumb. He can't help it."

The girl talk ended up spiraling into a great weekend, and when you went to work on Monday morning, you still felt good. And Bickel had been a saint, not acting weird or giving you too much distance at all since you broke down hard in his office. Sure, maybe he was asking you how you were feeling with a little more frequency, but he kept your workload the same and never questioned anything you handed in to him.

And then there was Cat. Since you kind of blew the Jake thing up in her face, she'd been very quiet. Jake was still claiming nothing was going on now, but you'd never have been able to get an answer out of Cat one way or the other. And now you were thinking maybe you should have just minded your own business. Because Jake seemed melancholy, and he hadn't actually ended things himself even after he learned about Uncle Hondo.

"Good morning," you said to Cat later in the week when you walked into the lab. She seemed surprised you were greeting her.

'Hi," she responded, slipping back into her usual state of calm immediately. "If you're about to ask about the calculation set, I'm almost done. I just need another hour or two."

"No rush," you replied. "Um, actually, I was wondering if you wanted to join me for lunch today?"

She eyed you skeptically. "In the cafeteria?"

You shrugged. "Or my office?"

When Cat didn't respond right away, you wanted to kick yourself. But then she said, "I feel like you and I just keep getting off to bad start after bad start with each other. I'd like to eat with you, but I don't want to go down to the cafeteria. At all. Just looking at Lieutenant Seresin makes me want to hide."

"Care to elaborate?" you asked cautiously.

She just smirked. "Sure. Over lunch. In your office."

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Bradley had stripped down to his underwear and gym shorts, and he was currently trying his hardest to meditate on his bed. Bob had spent the last several weeks patiently trying to explain to him exactly what went into it, but Bradley would reach a state of calm and then inevitably get distracted.

He cracked his eyes open to see Bob in a state of complete relaxation on his own bed. Something about this just didn't work as well for him, and his brain was buzzing, so Bradley reached for his notebook instead. There were too many things he wanted to write down. It felt like he wasn't going to be able to stop emptying out all of his feelings now that he started, and after several weeks, the notebook was mostly full.

The desire to be at home was overwhelming. Thinking about eating homemade Marry Me Rooster with his wife perched on his lap was all that was getting him through this deployment. As soon as he was home, he'd make sure you knew exactly what you meant to him. There were no conditions on his love, and he was embarrassed and crushed that maybe he made you think there were.

He only had a few more weeks to go. But things with the mission were looking abysmal. Slayer and Charmer were getting worse to deal with by the day, and the way the admirals praised them was beyond ridiculous. Like the shiny, new aviators were somehow better than the ones with more experience. Like Bradley, Nat and Bob couldn't keep up now. It was hard to keep believing that the admirals would actually put the best team together to complete the mission.

"Wow," Bob suddenly said, stretching his arms over his head and removing his glasses. "That was a great session."

"Yep," Bradley agreed, nodding as he scribbled in the notebook. "Really good, Bob."

But the other man was already pulling the bedding up to his shoulders, and Bradley knew he'd be asleep soon. "Good for you," he muttered, returning to his notebook.

Nat and Bob were so good to him, this deployment should have been a breeze. And it had improved since he got to talk to you over facetime in the commanding officer's quarters, but he thought he'd go ahead and start a countdown in the notebook anyway. Just eighteen more days until he should be arriving back in San Diego. And he was hoping like hell he would get to call you again before then.

But a few days later, he still hadn't been selected for another facetime session. And Bob and Nat got called out onto the tarmac after dinner for a repairs inspection that was performed on their Super Hornet. So Bradley headed to the gym for a workout by himself, and the room was thankfully fairly empty. He put in his ear buds and got out his phone. He selected the playlist you made for him last year called This is what a gym playlist should sound like, Bradley and he smiled.

Pretty soon he was sweating, working his way through some bicep curls, when he saw Slayer out of the corner of his eye. He would ignore him. No problem. Only two weeks left to go. Only a few more days until the mission. "Do not engage," Bradley muttered to himself.

But of course he couldn't control what Slayer decided to do, and the idiot wandered over toward him. And then he snatched his phone off of the bench, and Bradley was on his feet immediately, still clutching the fifty pound dumbbell in his left hand.

"What the hell do you want?" Bradley asked, plucking one ear bud out. "It's bad enough I have to see you in the classroom all day."

Slayer just laughed, and Bradley realized he was staring at his lock screen. "Just wanted another look at your wife. How much younger is she, old man? She got a grandpa fetish or something?"

Bradley's fingers tightened around the dumbbell, and he wished he'd given more of an effort to meditating with Bob.

He was seething. And then Slayer asked him, "You know what? Why don't you just give me her number so I can keep her warm next time you're out of town?"

Bradley had to fight the urge to throw the dumbbell at him. "You talk an awful lot for someone so stupid."

"And you strut around like you own the place for something who can barely fly."

Bradley's blood was boiling now. The admirals had pumped these kids so full of bullshit, there was going to be no arguing with him. Instead he snatched his phone out of Slayer's hand and pocketed it. "And you're slow as shit versus an old man. Now get back to your bunk, it's almost curfew for the children."

Slayer smirked at him as he backed away toward an empty weight bench. "Just wait. You'll see."

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You had made it this far, you could make it two more weeks. But you got your period again, right on time. And you knew it was ridiculous to get choked up when you had to get the tampons and pads out again, because Bradley wasn't even home. You hadn't had intercourse since he left six weeks ago. You knew there was no way. But just the idea of knowing another cycle was ending had tears stinging behind your eyes.

When you heard the doorbell, you quickly washed your hands and rushed out to where Tramp was practically howling at the front door. "Chill out," you told him. "You'll be happy. You loved him last time."

"Hi," Cat said as soon as you opened the door, and you saw Hondo pull away in his green Chevy. Jeremiah was in her arms, and once again, he smiled when he saw you. Things at work were a lot better, including having several nice conversations with Cat.

"Sorry, little guy," you said softly as they came inside. "No Rooster this time."

Cat laughed. "I think your dog will suffice. He loves animals."

When you closed the door, you watched Tramp follow them over to the couch, and then he started licking Jeremiah's little hands nonstop while the baby laughed. "If he's annoying, I can put him out back for a bit."

"No," Cat said as she and her son both laughed. "This is great." And then Jeremiah broke free from her arms and stood with both hands on Tramp. And you swore your dog had never been happier either.

A little pang of sadness struck your heart as Tramp looked all too delighted at the attention he was being given. You were searching for a safe topic of conversation. Cat had been joining you for lunch on occasion, which was great. But now you found that you had so many friends, you needed to juggle your time with them. Cam and Cat were a little awkward around each other. And Cat wouldn't tell you exactly how she felt about Jake, but you knew Jake was sad and Cat was avoiding him.

So you asked her, "You still feel like hiding from Jake at work?" It seemed like a safe enough topic, and you almost laughed when she covered her face and collapsed dramatically against the arm of the couch.

"Please! You keep asking me about this!"

"I'm curious by nature," you claimed. "And you never really told me anything."

She glanced at you as Jeremiah went crawling across the floor after Tramp. "I'm still embarrassed that I even kissed him in the first place. Uncle Bernie and I had it out several times about all the push ups, but he was just trying to take care of me. And I know that sounds like an excuse, but... keeping someone like Jake away from me is probably his top priority while Jer and I are living with him."

You tried to keep your composure, because you and Cat seemed to finally be getting along, but you just couldn't understand why she wouldn't give Jake a chance for real. "He's a good guy, Cat. God... I can't even tell you how many times he's helped me out and made me feel safe."

She turned to face you where you sat at the other end of the couch. "He's exactly like my ex husband. A cocky, handsome aviator who is too smart for his own good."

You shrugged and kind of nodded, because that definitely sounded like Jake. "Well whatever your ex did to piss you off, I doubt Jake would be the same. Are you afraid he won't accept Jeremiah?"

She swallowed hard. "I'd rather not even find out where he stands on his opinions about my son. And listen, there's a reason why my ex husband never met Jeremiah. And it's the same reason I never let him know our son's social security number or where we ran off to. I'm sure he has a hunch that I was able to transfer to Top Gun, but Mike is definitely too scared to come sniffing around for more while I'm with Bernie."

You shook your head in confusion. "Come sniffing around for more of what?"

"Money," she said simply, but her jaw was set, and she looked ready for a fight. And you should have probably known all along that there was more than what she had told you over the past few months. You were pretty sure you were the only one who even knew about Jeremiah, besides Bradley and Cam. And if Cat was the type of person who took their time opening up to people, you were surprised that you were the one she was talking to about this.

"He wants your money?" you asked softly.

Since she borrowed your car, you knew she didn't have one, and she said that she was broke. But your jaw dropped open when she said, "Mike was dishonorably discharged from the navy for showing up to work drunk and drinking while on base. He tanked his own career, and nobody in Annapolis could even look at me the same after that."

"Why would he do that?"

She laughed, but she looked like she was going to cry. "Because I told him I was pregnant."

Jeremiah was laying on his back now while Tramp licked his neck, and he was giggling up a storm. "I'm so confused," you told her. "He didn't want you to get pregnant?"

"Well he told me he would be happy to have kids. But by the time I told him I was pregnant with Jer, he had already opened four credit cards in my name. He had already lost all of our savings. And he knew I was going to find out about all of it as soon as I mentioned us opening a bank account for our unborn child."

"Oh."

When she met your eyes, she shook her head. "He has a gambling addiction." You watched as she wiped at her cheek. "I used to own a beautiful house," she said, glancing around longingly. "I had a car. He and I had money saved. But he managed to lose all of it, plus the credit card advancements in my name. I owe more than half a million dollars in money that I didn't spend. Money that I never saw. And that doesn't include what I've paid to my lawyers. Mike did all of that while I thought we were building a life together."

"Holy shit," you whispered. You felt nauseous just thinking about it. And you were suddenly even more thankful for Bradley.

"So yeah... cocky, headstrong aviators might be my type on paper, but I can't get involved. And I'm sorry I was leading Jake on. But, it's not just him. I can't get serious with anyone when my life is a trainwreck that I will never be able to recover from. I'm going to be spending the rest of my life trying to make sure this doesn't all fall to him," she said, nodding toward where Jeremiah was now crawling back toward the couch with Tramp following right behind him.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I don't know what else to say except that you didn't deserve any of that, and neither did Jeremiah."

She reached down to scoop him up into her arms as he yawned. "Yeah well, I hope you're smarter than me. I hope you had a prenup."

You sat quietly and watched as she kissed Jeremiah's forehead and reached into the diaper bag she brought with her so he could eat some cereal. Cat had been honest with you. She told you months ago that she was jealous of you, and now you knew why. You had all these things that you were taking for granted.

For some reason, you thought she ought to know that you'd been jealous all along, too. "You still have something so good though. Something I wish I had."

She looked at you like you'd completely lost it while Jeremiah ate some Cheerios. "What? A marriage that ended in shambles and a career that is hanging on by a thread? Or the inability to ever have someone take you seriously in a relationship ever again?"

"No. Jeremiah."

She looked at you, and her face dropped. "Oh." And maybe she realized that meant you and Bradley had been trying unsuccessfully, but you changed the subject before she could ask any questions.

"But that doesn't matter, really. And you know, there are some things we do have control over here."

"Like what?" she asked, and when you smiled softly, she smiled back.

"Jake. I think you might be surprised by him, Cat. I think he'd be good with Jeremiah."

"No," she replied right away. "I'd rather not even find out. Besides, it's already too late with Jake. Even if he was going to stop sleeping around, it's done. He asked me out at least fifteen times. And I said no at least fifteen times."

"If he asked you out again, would you say yes?"

You jumped several inches when your doorbell rang again, and Tramp ran for the door like he was a professional guard dog. "We didn't even order a pizza yet," you said as you stood. But the closer you got to the door, you thought you knew who it must be, and you answered it anyway.

"Angel," Jake drawled, bending to pet Tramp who immediately turned into a puppy again at the prospect of pets from one of his favorite people. "Just thought maybe you'd want to get dinner and head to the Hard Deck later?"

When you didn't respond right away, Jake pushed the door open wider and let himself inside. Then you watched him freeze up as he saw Cat sitting on your couch with Jeremiah in her arms. "Cat."

She looked absolutely mortified as she stood up, but she had nowhere to go. She was reliant upon Hondo coming back to pick her up, and Jake was staring right at Jeremiah. "Jake," she said so softly, you could barely hear her across the room.

He huffed out a short breath and ran his fingers through his hair, past the scar on his forehead from the last time he was deployed with Bradley. You weren't sure what you should do, but then he simply said, "You have a kid."

Cat's chin was in the air again, and you knew she wouldn't let Jake or anyone else say one negative thing about that child without consequences. "His name is Jeremiah."

"Jeremiah," Jake repeated, and two sets of matching dark eyes were looking right at him before Jeremiah yawned and fell asleep on his mom's chest. "He's adorable."

Cat sank slowly down so she was sitting on the couch once again, and she looked like the fight was gone, almost like she was exhausted now. You nudged Jake in the ribs and then reached for Tramp's leash where it hung near the door. "I'll be right back. Just going to take him out." But nobody was listening to you. Once the leash was clipped on his collar, Tramp pulled you out onto the front porch. You caught one last glimpse of Jake taking up residence in the spot on the couch you'd vacated, and then you closed the door.

You puttered around the yard with Tramp before deciding to just walk him down to the beach and back. But the early spring air was chilly when the wind picked up across the sand, and you wished you'd taken a minute to grab Bradley's sweatshirt from the hook as well.

Playing a comparison game in your mind would get you nowhere, you knew that. Everything Cat told you was completely fucked up, but she had to know how that Jeremiah was worth it. And you knew that Bradley was enough, even if it was just the two of you. But now you were a little worried about Jake putting his foot in his mouth.

When you hustled back down your block, shivering as the breeze picked up some more, you saw that Jake's car was still in your driveway. And when you cautiously let yourself back inside with Tramp, you found Cat and Jake sitting very close together on the couch. And Jake was holding Jeremiah while he slept.

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Bradley knew it would be a short call. The mission was scheduled for a few days from now, weather depending. But if he was allowed even five minutes with you, he'd take it any day of the week.

When you answered his facetime call, you were sitting in your office with your lunch in front of you. "Roo!" you gasped, dropping your fork into your burrito bowl. "I miss you!"

"I miss you, too, Sweetheart."

He watched as you turned to someone off screen and said, "Okay, thanks."

"Who are you eating lunch with?"

"Cat," you replied quickly, and he was a little surprised by that answer. "She just stepped out into the hallway so we could talk. Please tell me you'll be home on time, Bradley."

He smiled and said, "Haven't been notified of any changes, so I think so. Please tell me you got plenty of hot sauce in there."

You laughed and tipped your lunch so he could see all of the green hot sauce. "Absolutely. You know how I like it."

"I do," he replied softly as he examined your face. Beautiful. Just gorgeous. And you looked so much happier now. You looked like you'd been sleeping better.

"I wish I was sharing my lunch with you."

He nodded. "I've been thinking a lot about our dining room. And how it feels so good to hold you on my lap while we eat a meal off of one plate."

You gasped softly. "I've been thinking about that too." When your eyes drifted closed, you added, "And how you wrap your left arm around me and kiss my neck while he eat."

"Baby Girl." His voice was raspy, and he was aching to be with you right now. "We'll do everything."

But he only had one more minute with you, and he wanted to know how you were doing. When he asked, you said, "I can tell you when you get home. Tell me about the mission."

"I can't say much. Teams get selected tomorrow morning. Flight is weather dependent. You know the drill."

"I do. I just want you to be safe," you told him softly. "Need you to come home."

"I'll be there so soon. I love you."

And after that, he still felt so good as he got to the classroom a few minutes early the next morning. Admiral Dean smirked at him as he took his usual seat, and the room started filling up. Other than the fact that he had to stare at the back of Slayer's head, he was ready to get this mission in the air and get home.

"As you well know," Admiral Dean started, "the final details will not be set in stone until the day of the mission. So we are left with two options, and we need to be clear on both of them. Option A: the two teams will fly in formation and strike the communications tower first before proceeding to the enemy base. This is the preferred option as we would be removing multiple streams of communication first, but we may need to switch to an alternate flight path if they have too many aircrafts in the air. So that brings us to Option B, in which you will strike the base first and then loop around to the communications tower."

Bradley's brain was literally numb from listening to this information over and over again. He understood the importance of what needed to be done, but this was overkill now. When he glanced at Nat, she looked like she was on the verge of falling asleep. Until Dean spoke again.

"If there are no questions, that brings us to team selections. Four aircrafts will be flying this mission. We've chosen the best, and I am already convinced of the success of this mission. The teams will be as follows: Slayer will be paired with Phoenix and Bob."

His heart sank. Shit. That was supposed to be Bradley's pairing. Fucking Slayer. But it probably didn't matter too much if he was flying alongside a different two-seater, just as long as he was in the air with his friends. Really, all four aircrafts were responsible for keeping each other safe, so he wouldn't be too far from them at all.

"And the second team will be Charmer paired with Terror and Mack."

It took a second to register. But slowly, it seemed like everyone in the room was turning to stare at Bradley. Admiral Dean looked smug. Nat and Bob looked distraught. And Slayer looked damn near delighted. Then Charmer turned to him and laughed.

And Bradley had the fleeting thought that his career was over. He was the oldest aviator in the room by a few years. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he was falling short with proving himself in the air just as he had been messing things up on the ground with you. And that sick, embarrassed feeling in his stomach was there to stay as all those thoughts took up permanent residence in his mind.

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Oh. That stings. That really hurt my feelings. Bradley could fly circles around them. And how do we feel about Jake? Cat? Jeremiah? Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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Mama's Don't Get Sick Days

whumptober day 18: fever / vomiting / warm soup

pairing: mickey 'fanboy' garcia x reader

characters: mickey garcia, wife!reader, genevieve garcia, jayda garcia, sebastian garcia

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, vomiting, mickey is a dad, parenting while sick, fever, neglecting health, please let me know if I missed any

word count: ~ 2.1k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

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summary: when your a spouse and a parent, sometimes you forget that you can be taken care of as well

You sighed as you sat on the couch. Your head was pounding and your stomach was churning with the whole lot of nothing that was in it.

Running around all morning with three kids, two of them under the age of 5 and one of them was just learning how to walk, was an absolute nightmare with how you were feeling.

Mickey had woken you up with a forehead kiss before going off to work and then your 6 and 4 year old woke you up a little while later with Genevieve crying because she was gonna be late for school.

So, with a splitting headache and sinus pressure, you got her dressed and fed her breakfast before getting all of your kids in the car and taking her to school.

The rest of the day was a blur of chasing Jayda and keeping her occupied and keeping little Sebastian out of things and things out of his mouth.

Jayda was 4 and pretty good at staying out of trouble, but she was still young and had an independent head on her shoulders – so asking for help was never really an option so you had to make sure she wasn’t climbing on things and getting stuck on the closet's top shelf.

Sebastian was 1 and just learning how to walk. So he was getting into anything he reached and if it was on the floor or the table it most likely was going in his mouth.

So, between keeping Jayda on the ground, Sebastian from eating something he shouldn’t, and you not puking every time you bent over or changed a diaper and going through tissues like you were watching the saddest scene 100 times, you were exhausted.

But you had to stay awake even if those two were napping, because you had to pick up Gen from school on time.

“Mama?” Gen asked from her bar stool as you make her after school snack of Goldfish, and her dried mangos that you forgot to pack that morning, and turkey cheese rolls.

You glanced over your shoulder, “What’s up Vieve?” “Are you feeling okay? You look like I feel when I’m feeling icky,” she said, sounding so sweet as she rested her head on the counter. “And I was almost late for school, you always have me up…” “I’m okay baby, just a little frazzled today,” you said before coughing into your arm.

Sniffling, you turned and put the paper plate in front of her, “I’m really sorry about this morning, I should’ve gotten up sooner.” Genevieve took a bite of her turkey cheese roll, “It’s okay I got to school on time.”

You gave her a gentle smile before kissing her head, “Did you have a good day?” She nodded, “I did, Jacie and I played…” You nodded along with her as she proceeded to tell you about her day, listening to her as you took some Cutie slices off of Jayda’s plate and Cheerios off of Sebastian’s tray.

At some point while she was talking you went to check her lunch box to see what she hadn’t eaten.

But as you opened it you were hit with a pungent reminder of what she had for lunch. Tuna and crackers, something her grandmother introduced her to during the last visit.

The smell churned your stomach that last time and anything you managed to actually eat was crawling up your throat.

Covering your mouth, you managed to make it to the downstairs bathroom before falling to your knees and puking in the toilet.

You rested your head on your arm, groaning miserably as you flushed the toilet before regaining your bearings and standing up.

With your head pounding, you wash your hands and swish your mouthwash before going back to the kitchen. “Hey, Jay, Vieve?” You said softly as you got Sebastian out of his high chair. “Yes Mama?” “I’m gonna go sit on the couch, Bash is gonna be in his playpen. Finish your snacks and then you can play okay?”

They both nodded before Genevieve stopped you with a hand on your arm as you walked by, “Are you not feeling well?” You sighed, “No, baby, I’m a little under the weather but don’t you worry, I’m gonna be okay.”

You gave her a gentle smile before going to the living room and putting Sebastian in his playpen. You sighed as you sat down. “Oh lordy… just a few more hours and he’ll be home and I can rest.”

As you curl up under a blanket and move the trash can closer to the couch, you rest your cold hands on your face to try and relieve the pressure in your nose.

You can make out Jayda and Genevieve arguing in the kitchen. “I can take the Sprite to Mama!” “Jay, you can’t reach them in the fridge! Get the crackers!” “I don’t wanna!”

“Girls! Please don’t yell,” you groaned a little from your spot on the couch. “Sorry Mama!”

You sighed and rubbed your head before you heard more loud noises coming from the kitchen and then a little, “Oopsie.”

“What happened?”

“Jayda tried to get a can of Sprite and dropped them…”

Taking a sharp inhale, you look up at the ceiling and let it out before looking at Sebastian, “I’ll be right back Bash. Mama has a mess to clean.” “No! I gots it, Mama! I’ll get a towel,” Jayda said as she ran to the laundry room.

“Okay,” you sighed, at this point it was useless to try and argue. You were tired, you could mop it up later.

“Here Mama, I got you some water,” Genevieve said softly as she brought you a cup. It was over flowing, and you were sure there was a trail of water behind her. But the thought was sweet. “Thank you baby.”

You sipped the water in your glass before sitting it down and leaning back.

“Mama! I brought you crackers!” Jayda shouted, running over with a sleeve of crackers.

You smiled a little, “Thank you Jay.” You reached for them but she held out a hand, “No, I’ll open it!” “Jayda, don’t yell! Mama has a headache!” “Vieve, you’re yelling,” you said gently. “Sorry Mama.”

You looked back to Jayda to see her struggling before ripping it open and spilling crackers on the carpet. “Oops…” She looked up at you and handed you what was left, “Here you go.” “Thank you hun.”

“Why don’t you both go play in your room, Gen. Daddy will be home soon and you can go outside.”

They nodded before running up the stairs.

You sighed and held your head in your hands before sliding to the floor and picking up the crackers and throwing them away.

But your position change made blood rush to your head and triggered your gag reflex. “Shit,” you muttered before gripping the edges of the trash can and just waiting for it. Apparently it was taking its time until you sat up because it all rushed up at once when you did.

Groaning into the trash can, you spat into it before getting up and going back into the bathroom to wash your mouth out again.

You came back into the living room to hear Sebastian crying.

“Oh Bash, Mama left you alone didn’t she. I’m sorry,” you said, picking him up and shushing him gently. “Oh I know baby boy, I’m sorry.”

It took you about 20 minutes of that before he fell asleep in your arms and you laid him down in his playpen.

“There you go, baby.” You sighed and laid down on the couch. “Just an hour, and Mickey will be home…” You cuddled up with a blanket and turned the TV on, “Just need to relax for a little bit.”

Mickey smiled as he walked in, “Hey, guess who’s home?” “Shhhh, Daddy, Mama’s sleeping,” Genevieve hissed from her spot on the carpet.

“Oh,” he winced. “Sorry sorry.”

He put his bag down gently before walking in, seeing tissues on nearly every surface from where you had blown your nose while you chased kids around the house. And then when he got to the living room he noticed the trash can next to the couch.

The girls were coloring in the living room, having come down to watch TV just before Mickey got home, and Sebastian was still napping.

He sighed and went over to you, glancing to see the vomit in the trash can. He knelt down, feeling the saltines break under his weight.

“Hey, baby?” Mickey gently shook your shoulder, putting the inside of his wrist to your forehead, “Shit… you’re burning up.” He patted your face, “Hey honey.”

You groaned a little as your eyes fluttered open, “Hey, Mick…”

“How long have you been like this?”

“What do you mean?”

He arched his brow, “Um, you’re cuddled up on the couch burning up and sweating like I do on the tarmac? Honey, have you felt icky all day?” He censored himself, remembering little ears were in ear shot.

“I um,” you said sniffling as you sat up. Mickey watched you close your eyes and groan as you steadied yourself and he frowned. “Sweetheart…” “I’m okay Mick, just a little-”

Your sentence got interrupted by a sudden rush of sick. “Trash can…” Mickey didn’t even question it and held the trash can up, holding your hair back with his free hand.

“I got you baby, I got ya.”

“Daddy? Is Mama okay?” Jayda asked, a little worry in her voice. “Yeah, Mama’s gonna be okay. She’s just not feeling well, but she’s okay.” Jayda nodded and quietly went back to coloring.

Once you’re done throwing up, Mickey helps you stand. “Girls, Mama and I will be right back, be good okay?” “Yes Daddy,” they both said as they continued to color.

Mickey helped you to the bathroom and sat you on the closed toilet as he looked for the thermometer. “Have you felt bad all day?” You opened your mouth but he spoke again. “And don’t lie to me.”

You sighed and nodded as he held the thermometer up and put it in your mouth.

“You’ve felt shitty all day?” You nodded again as the thermometer beeped and he took it out to look at it. “101.3, fuck, Honey. Why didn’t you call me? I would have come home. Mav would under-”

“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to take you away from work.” “Screw work, you’re sick and you took care of three kids by yourself. Honey, you’re exhausted and you won’t get better if you don’t let yourself rest.”

You shook your head before groaning a little at the headache the action gave you, “Miguel, you can’t-” You blinked as you stopped mid sentence, your lips trembling as you felt sick again. Covering your mouth, you moved to the floor and lifted the lid to throw up in the toilet.

Mickey frowned, feeling awful for not being here today and leaving you to deal with the kids while you miserable. He squatted down and grabbed a ponytail holder, tying your hair back for you, “I’m calling Cyclone and Mav, I’m not going in tomorrow so I can take care of you and the kids.”

“I can’t ask you to do that… You love your job.”

He looked up at you, almost angry, “Not as much as I love you. And you’re not asking, that’s the reason I’m telling you that I’m not going in.”

You stayed quiet and just shook your head, trying not to get sick again, “I need to make dinner…” He shook his head right back, “You’re not serious, you’re actively trying not to throw up again. Y/N, you need to go lay down with a cold rag on your head. I’ll fix dinner for me and the kids and you get soup.”

You perked up a little, sitting up and looking at him, “Your abuela’s soup?”

He smiled and cupped your cheek, “If that’s what you want then that’s what I’ll make. But only if you take a break and let me baby you until you're better.” “But the kids-” “What did I say?”

You sighed, “Okay, okay fine.”

“Alright now, let’s get you on the couch and I will get any mess left by our girls.”

You nodded and let him take you back to the couch before he got you a cool, damp rag.

“There you go Honey,” he said, laying it across your forehead. “Thank you Mickey. I love you.” “I love you too.”

You smiled at him, “Go start dinner so I can have abuela’s soup, go go.” He chuckled, “Alright, alright.” He kissed the top of your head before going to the kitchen.

“Hey! Who spilled Sprite all over the floor?”

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fall apart, again : chapter one | joel miller

Pairing: Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x OFC!Genevieve

WC: 5k

Warnings: 18+ Blog; Heavy on the Angst, post-outbreak world, no specific age mentioned but reader is close in age to Joel, minor character death, Ellie and her smart mouth, leaving the rest to read at your own risk to not spoil things, reader has a name but there are zero references to her appearance/she’s a blank slate character, 2nd POV, this is way AU so can be read as Game Joel or TV Joel

A/N: I’ve been so excited and nervous for this series. I don’t have a timeline for posting with this one, just going to take my time with it. Big thank you to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for listening to me wrack my brain over this series and for being my second set of eyes!! Please go check out her new Dieter Series!!!

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Spring was slowly transitioning into the next season.

Bright fragrant blooms wilting away into the dry soil from where they were born— a poetic reminder of the time.

21 Summers.

21 years of surviving.

Enduring.

Remembering— the normal life before the outbreak that you mourn daily.

A giant Bur Oak lends itself to you, branches providing ample shade as you sit resting against its sturdy trunk, the ground cool beneath where you sit.

The harsh sunlight filters through the tree’s canopy, a warm dapple light speckled all around you.

There’s a gentle flicker to your left that catches your attention, a single light-ray hits the small diamond on your dainty gold band where it sits heavy on your ring finger. You hold your hand up, remembering back to when you both had found it, he had immediately dropped to his knee— it wasn’t much, but it was perfect.

“I give you this ring as a reminder that we face this world together. We’re an unbreakable team.”

Even after all these years and the circumstances of the world around you, it’s a vow you stand by.

Branches above rustle and crack as a breeze sweeps through, the edges of the paper that is resting on a book in your lap fold over with each small gust, drawing your attention back to the words you’ve written.

…We passed what looked like it was a small farm at one point. It made me yearn for normalcy. Where we could settle into the small farmhouse, drink our morning coffee on the wraparound porch while we watch the sun rise. Have all the animals that would give a homestead atmosphere. A coup of chickens where we would gather eggs daily, a flock of sheep and goats for milk, and a small herd of cows— because what’s a farm without some cows I can give silly names to.

We’d raise a family in that farmhouse— lots of babies running around to wrangle. Breakfast of pancakes and fresh eggs, all of us together around our table, then tucking them all in at night after we’ve read them several stories.

We’d lay in each other’s arms as the crickets sing their chirping songs. A breeze washing over us through the open windows, the evening air lighter and crisp as the night fades and our worn bodies succumb to sleep.

There wouldn’t be heartache or sadness. No fighting or stressing over jobs. We’d be happy. We’d be together…

“Eve! Let’s get goin’— we only got a few more hours of light left. Should be at the cabin before sundown.” The thick Texas twang breaks through your thoughts.

Steve standing off in the distance, his blonde hair disheveled and wind blown as he looks back to where you’re tucked under the tree.

He’s handsome in his own right, not someone you would have ever found yourself with in different circumstances, but now you wouldn’t know how to function without him.

A chance meeting the day of the outbreak had brought the two of you together.

You were working as a traveling nurse at a hospital 4 hours from where you lived, instantly going into crisis mode as lead of the trauma response team, the ER quickly overwhelmed with patients seeking treatment for bites or flu-like symptoms— it was unlike anything you had ever seen before in all your years as a nurse.

Steve, a retired detective, was on vacation with his wife visiting a friend before the initial outbreak happened. The morning of, he’d gone on a duck hunting trip, while his wife went to breakfast with some girlfriends at a local Waffle House. He had brought her into your ER when he noticed she was acting strangely, similar to the symptoms the news was reporting as a widespread epidemic. Her outcome was not hopeful as you did your best to administer vials of antibiotics and fluids, the infection moving through her was beyond anything you could treat.

It was Steve who made the call to abandon his wife and the hospital and the realization hit fairly quickly that there was less you could actually do to help others.

Fleeing the area, seeking solace in one another as you both navigated through quarantine zones— searching for familiarity in your former hometown, only to be met with decimation and nothingness.

Steve’s way around a gun helped keep you safe when evading FEDRA, the nursing kit you put together came in handy when stitching him up between shootouts and fighting off the infected— this was now your new normal.

As the years progressed, you both found contentment with each other. Security gave way to a sense of comfort and revival, falling into a deeper connection beyond two people surviving a post outbreak apocalypse— if you were going to be in each other’s lives, you might as well be fully committed.

“Eve! Pack your shit up— let’s go!” He spits out a little harsher, no real malice behind his tone— he likes to stick to his schedule.

You don't respond, folding your letter carefully then tucking all of your items into your canvas pack. Standing to your full height, you give your legs a minute to let the blood reacquaint fully, your hands brushing the bits of dust and weeds from your pants.

You hear Steve continue his huffing, as you make your way closer to where he’s standing.

“I thought I told you to knock it off with those pointless letters!” He gruffs, hands secure at his hips and his head cocked to the side, hoping to catch your gaze.

Your letters. They had become a loose journal, your stream of thoughts you needed to get out so you were not plagued by the pain and anxiety that came with them whirling around your brain.

Letters to your past, letters to a new life that awaits you and sometimes to no one at all— you wrote about your travels, things you missed or longed for now, hope for the future.

They were too much to keep, pages and pages filled with your words and stories, some containing memories too painful to read or share, a weight you didn’t want to carry, so you scattered them throughout your travels. In the last 21 years, you’ve written hundreds of them, dropping them in abandoned mailboxes, or tucked away in the abandoned spaces you’d settled into in passing, as if to send them to whomever you were writing to— leaving a trail of your life across cities and states.

“And I thought I told you to stop calling me Eve— guess we don’t always get what we want?” You had asked him multiple times over the years to not call you Eve, that was your former life and you hated the reminder, but you know he doesn’t do it out of spite.

The gravel crunches under your boots as you walk past, not looking to argue with him in the heat of the sun.

Steve’s hand reaches out clasping around yours, halting your movements, his eyes fixed on you, furrowed brows as if he wants to say something.

“Hey— Ya know I love you, right?” He sighs, his fingers toying with the gold band on your ring finger.

You look to where your hands are joined, the twisting of the gold band a small gesture of his when things get tough or tense, you smile when you meet his gaze again.

“I know.” You do know, and you feel it too. “Come on, we’ve only got a few hours of light left.” He shakes his head, but gives you a smile at the way you throw his comment back at him.

It had been close to 2 hours of walking, nearly dark, by the time you both made it to the cabin, nestled among dozens of other abandoned cabins on the hillside of an old ski resort.

You imagine it was a popular spot in its prime, filled with families taking their kids on their first snow trips, friends racing each other down the slopes, non-skiers enjoying warm beverages in the lodge while everyone else enjoyed the snowy weather.

Now desolate and forgotten, a stop for raiders on the hunt for supplies and hostages or survivors seeking refuge in search of a town just north of here, Jackson.

Steve had managed to trade for a hand-held CB radio early on, he kept tabs on chatter that happened among FEDRA, staying one step ahead of their whereabouts. At some point he had stumbled upon private channels used by other survivors, he didn’t talk much about what they discussed with you, it was his realm of expertise and a small thing that was just his, so you didn’t push him to share more than what he was willing to.

It was a year ago he had connected with someone and heard about Jackson. There was an offer for a place for a fresh start, a community of other survivors, somewhere to feel safe and comfortable without fear of being attacked, placed in solitary confinement, killed— or infected. Steve decided it was where you both were meant to be, hashing out a plan and specific route on his tattered map, making sure to stay in constant contact with this person in Jackson as you both traveled.

Venturing further into the resort, you both settled on the lesser marred of the dilapidated cabins.

“I’m gonna check the perimeter, you go on inside— check each room first, I’ll be right in. But remember, if I’m not back in ten minutes, you don’t come looking for me— you wait until morning and you head over that mountain, under no circumstances do you leave that cabin before sunrise.” Steve instructed, his hands on your shoulders reassuring the doubt he can see written all over your face.

“Steve— W-what if, there’s something inside—“ Your voice is barely a whisper, nervousness creeping in as your hands grip onto Steve’s wrists that have moved to cup your face, his thumbs smoothing across the apples of your cheeks.

“We’ve done this a million times before, I know you can do it— I wouldn’t send you in there if I didn’t think you were capable, you’ll be fine. Just think, this is the last time we have to do this. Then it’s you and me, in Jackson, together and safe— ‘kay?” His direct eye contact really drives home the message— together and safe.

“Okay.”

“I love you, go be brave.” Romantic and encouraging as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you— be safe, please.”

“Always.” He shoots a wink with his mustached smile, a few slow steps backwards then turning to make his way up the backside of the cabin, pulling the butt of his rifle close to his chest, hunched and scanning every inch of the surrounding area.

The cabin would seem warm and inviting if the possibility of a Clicker behind the door wasn’t a high probability.

Armed with the knife Steve insisted you keep on you at all times, your refusal at his request for you to carry a gun, you make your way up the front steps.

Each move was slow and calculated, the wood beneath your boots wobbled and creaked the closer you got to the front door. The handle is cold to the touch as you twist it open, pushing the door with a little extra effort to unstick it from the doorframe.

It’s dark and musty, uninhabited by the living and anything beyond that at first glance. Dust and cobwebs cover every surface, pictures still mounted on the walls slightly hanging uneven. A floral couch with two side chairs still arranged in an inviting way, waiting to be enjoyed during a long conversation. The kitchen was small but large enough that it still would have been possible to whip up a hearty meal over the stove, then gather at the tiny table to enjoy the meal and dessert.

You’re grateful the floor plan is an open space, no immediate threat to you upon entering.

There’s only two doors, which you assume hide a bathroom and a bedroom.

The first door reveals nothing but a sink, toilet and shower-tub combo— you’re looking forward to a hot shower when you get to Jackson.

You stare at the closed remaining door, the handle of the knife twisting in your hand as you prepare yourself, not really feeling like you have it in you to take out anything that might be waiting for you on the other side.

A deep breath in, reaching for the the handle you give it a quick jiggle announcing your presence, twist and a quick swing open— a queen size bed draped in outdated sheets, bedside tables with lamps covered in a layer of dust, a dresser opposite the bed with a giant mirror hanging above it.

Empty.

Relief washing away the dread.

Stepping into the room, you toss your pack and knife onto the dresser before finding a seat at the end of the bed, the mattress shifting under you, the springs groan as you settle into a comfortable spot.

You’re not sure how much time has passed since you entered the house, noting it’s been a while since you had heard or seen anything from Steve, but knowing he likes to be thorough, you’re hoping he makes his way through the front door soon.

The moon has crept into the night sky, shining through the small bedroom window, illuminating the reflection staring back at you.

Sometimes you forget how long it’s been since you’ve seen what you really look like. While it’s you that you’re staring at in the mirror, you feel slightly unrecognizable to yourself— aged by 21 years in every sense, tired and worn down by the state of the world and lack of sleep.

Your fingers lightly trace over your skin, taking in every detail, rediscovering every angle of your appearance— the old characteristics blending into the new ones.

A yawn escapes you, remembering what Steve had said about not leaving, you decide to get yourself comfortable in bed and wait for him.

Kicking your boots off, you crawl up the length of the bed, plopping your head down onto the stack of lumpy pillows, your mind wandering as you run through all the scenarios as to why Steve hasn’t returned yet, debating whether you should go take a look outside or listen and wait for morning— scared of what you might find waiting for you.

Your eyelids begin a heavy blink, struggling to remain open and alert, your breathing evening out as your body relaxes into the mattress, sleep consuming your mind.

Warmth surrounds you, the bed dipping and creaking pulls you from your sleep, immediate panic bursts in your chest as your eyes shoot open, your vision blurred as you seek out the movement of a shadowy figure behind you.

“Hey, hey it’s okay— it’s just me.”

“Steve?!” Turning your body to lay facing him, your hands fisting his shirt, scanning his face for any sign of distress or discomfort. “What took you so long?”

“I’m fine.” Placing a hand over one of yours that’s settled on his chest. “Decided to wait a bit, just to be sure nothin’ was out there— I’m sorry.” His hand moves to the base of your neck, his forehead resting against yours.

“S’okay.”

“No— I’m sorry for callin’ your letters pointless earlier. I know how much they mean to you. I just—“ He releases a heavy sigh, voice quivering as he avoids eye contact with you.

“What— what’s the matter?” You sense there’s something Steve’s not telling you.

“Nothin’s the matter. I just worry about what’s goin’ on in that pretty little head of yours— you shut down on me and I just wish you’d let me help you carry the burden.” His gaze moves back to yours. “Promise me, when we get to Jackson, you don’t let your thoughts weigh you down any longer— promise me you’ll let yourself be happy there.”

“I p-promise.” You say, brushing the blonde strands of hair off of his forehead. “I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier.”

“Nah, I was pushin’ your buttons— I deserved it.” You both laugh at his response.

Steve leans into your space, his lips slotting over yours, it’s angled and slow, his grip on your neck still steady as the kiss begins to deepen. Throwing your leg over his hip, canting against the sturdiness of his thigh, seeking out some sort of friction to relieve the building ache between your legs.

But before things are about progress, Steve’s pulling away from your mouth, slowing the roll of your hips with his hand.

“We should get some sleep— we’ve got close to a 3, maybe 4 hour walk tomorrow, we need to get all the rest we can get.”

“Y-yeah, of course.” Your response is breathy, a slight pang in your chest at his soft rejection, questioning whether you had been too harsh towards him earlier in the day— but your body could use the rest.

Adjusting yourself, you turn away from Steve, his large arm wrapping around and pulling you closer to him. Your back now against his firm chest, each one of your tense muscles slowly relaxing into him and his warmth.

Thoughts of a new start in Jackson flood your mind as you drift off into a deep sleep. A chance at a better life, where Steve and you can settle into normalcy together. Retire from the constant fear and panic of daily survival out in the open. The taste of prosperity and the sense of peace, an almost tangible reality for the two of you.

Steve senses sleep has set in for you, the ease of your regulated breathing paired with your gentle snores. He nestles himself into the crook of your neck, his fingers instinctively migrate to your ring smoothing over the cool metal, his thick whiskers tickle lightly at your skin as he whispers reserved confessions into the balmy. A gentle kiss to your shoulder before allowing himself to fully breathe easy, deciding to keep a watchful eye throughout the night.

“You’ll be happier Genevieve, I promise.”

The sun is in its full glory once you both set out on the last stretch of your journey over the mountain.

Steve had been rather short with you all morning, you chalked it up to his tossing and turning all night, his eyes bloodshot, evident in lacking sleep— he had promised everything was fine, so you believed him.

“How much longer do you think we have?” Not really knowing what to talk about with the uneasiness that’s been going on all morning.

“I don’t know, Eve— they guy said it was about a 3 hour walk from the resort. We’ve been walking close to 2 and a half, so we’re probably close.”

“Please don’t call me—“

“Jesus Christ Genevieve! I’m fucking sorry! But you don’t make it easy for me sometimes— I feel like I’m always at a fucking arms length away from you even after 21 fucking years.” Anger shoots from his mouth like bullets, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen him like this, at least never towards you. “It’s a goddamn name! Gen, Eve, Genevieve— they’re all the fucking same!”

“I-I’m sorry.” Tears prick at your eyes, you try your best to not let them fall— you’ll save them for when you’re alone in the safety of your new home.

“Fuck! No, I’m sorry— shit! C’mere.”

Steve pulls you into him, his face hot against your cheek as he holds you close, the button down he’s wearing is drenched in sweat, there’s a slight tremble to the grip he has on you.

“Are you okay?” You pull back to get a better look at him, beads of sweat glisten across his forehead, his cheeks flushed a bright red.

“Yeah, just really fucking tired.”

*CLICK*

“Hands where we can see them! Slowly, no fast movements!” A woman’s voice echoes through the air.

Steve releases you from his arms, both of you slowly turning, arms raised up as you were told.

There’s 5 of them, all on horses with their guns drawn in your direction. The woman seems to be in charge of the group, her horse placed a few feet in front of the others.

“We don’t mean no harm, we’re just trying to get to the settlement just over this mountain. You must be Maria? I was told you might greet us before we got there.” Steve says, keeping his tone even as explains himself.

“Am I supposed to know who you are?” She asks, her expression still unreadable as she waits for Steve to respond.

“No— you don’t, but I was told you would bring us the rest of the way in.”

Maria takes a minute to decide whether she wants to believe Steve or not.

“Scan them.” Looking back at one of the men behind her, nodding to where Steve and you are still standing with your arms raised. “I don’t care who you talked to, you get scanned before you come in.”

The man grabs a device from his saddle pack, then makes his way towards you, the other 3 men’s guns still aimed, fingers hovering over their triggers.

“Lady’s first.” The man states, placing the device on your neck, there’s a small zap to your skin when the scan is administered.

“Green!” He shouts, holding the device up to show the green screen in Maria’s direction.

You breathe a sigh of relief, even though you knew you were fine.

Turning towards Steve, the man places the scanner on Steve’s neck, Steve’s eyes locking with yours as the man presses the designated button to conduct the virus scan.

The man steps back quickly, a flash of red catches your attention.

“RED!” He holds the device up.

The other men direct their aim to Steve, his head hanging low and no sign of resistance to finding out he’s infected.

“Steve! No— Tell them you’re not infected!” Insisting he speak up. “He’s not infected! Scan him again! Please!” You scream at the group, your voice straining as you plead with them to scan Steve again, convinced it was a bad read.

“Please!! Scan him—“

“Genevieve— it’s not wrong.” Steve says.

You turn to him, chest heaving and your throat burning from yelling, confused by what he’s saying.

“What? What do you mean it’s not wrong? You’re not infected Steve— you’re just tired, they need to scan you again!”

“I was bit.”

You can feel the blood drain from your face as the words leave his mouth. Your brain takes a moment to register what he had said.

Bit.

Infected.

“No— no! No, no no!”

“Genevieve—“

“W-when?”

“Last night, there was a runner that came out of one of the other cabins—“

Steve’s confession hits you like a ton of bricks in slow motion. You hate it and don’t want to believe a single thing he’s saying, because the reality is that this is where it ends for him— for you.

The tears burn as they begin to stream down your face.

“You didn’t say anything though—“

“I needed to get you here— I needed you to be safe.”

Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, throwing yourself at him, anchoring your arms around his neck.

“No! I can’t do this without you— I can’t lose you too!”

“Yes, you can. You’re the bravest person I’ve known in a long time. You’re going to get there and you’re going to meet new people and you will be able to help out because that’s what you love— you love helping people and I love that about you. This is your chance to start over, to be happy— do that for me?” His hands cup your face so he can look at you, his eyes filled with tears as well. “Do me a favor, write me one of your letters— I want to know everything.”

You nod, unable to speak, the lump in your throat growing as your remaining time together dwindles away.

“I love you, Genevieve.” His words muffled against your skin, leaving one last kiss on your forehead.

“I love you, too.” You breathe out, your eyes closed savoring his soft touch one last time.

“How long?” Maria asks Steve.

“Probably ‘nother hour left, give or take.”

“Alright Genevieve— you’re riding with me, hand your pack to one of my men. Andrew, you hang back with Steve— you know what to do.” Maria orders everyone.

Wiping your tears before placing a kiss to Steve’s cheek, then turning to where Maria is waiting for you, handing your pack to one of her men. Maria leans down to grab onto your arm, as you hoist yourself up onto the backside of the horse.

“Let’s head back.” Maria says, pulling the reins up and to one side to signal the horse to turn around, a click of her tongue has the horse moving forward in the direction of the settlement.

You can’t bear to look back in Steve’s direction, not trusting yourself to not run back to him.

Leaving him and knowing his fate is like reliving the same pain you endured 21 years ago. The outbreak takes everything from you for a second time.

Your world shatters, crumbling as the horse carries you further and further from him.

*BANG*

The sound ricochets out over the valley, your heart sinks as a new wave of tears silently fall.

You don’t remember the entire ride to the settlement or how you ended up on the porch of a two story house.

Maria had mentioned putting you up in her brother-in-law's converted garage, a small studio bedroom where those new to the settlement would stay while their permanent residence were being cleaned and prepped. She said it wasn’t anything special and you’d have to use the main houses kitchen and bathroom, but you’d have your own space in a few days— so interacting with a few strangers was the least you could do for the hospitality.

You honestly didn’t care where she put you for the time being, the stables would have been enough, you just wanted to be alone.

Glancing over your shoulder you see others moving about freely, children running about in the open, a stark contrast between what you had been so used to.

There’s rows and rows of homes, a small town-like area, a community garden— this place was everything that Steve had described to you, he would have loved it.

The opening of the front door pulls you back to the front porch where you’re standing with Maria.

“We’ve got a newcomer, she’s going to stay here until we get a room ready down the street.” Maria explained to the young girl who is glaring at you.

“Why do you keep bringing them here? This isn’t a shelter— can’t she stay somewhere else?”

“No, she can’t. This is Ellie, her bark is worse than her bite— she’ll grow on you. Ellie, this is Genevieve let’s let her get comfortable and situated— she just lost whom I’m assuming was her husband, so please make her feel welcomed.” Maria coerses Ellie into letting you stay, but you don’t miss the eye rolling throw your way.

The home is spacious and inviting, you decide it’s far more comfortable than the stables would have been.

“Ellie, can you grab Genevieve a glass of water please.” It’s more of a demand than an ask. “Here Genevieve, have a seat here at the table. I’m sure Ellie can make you something to eat if you’re hungry too.”

“So now we’re a shelter and we have room service? Her legs don’t seem broken to me—.”

“Ellie, glass of water!”

The girl grunts something under her breath as she follows through with getting you water, you settle into a chair and try to not let the unwelcome feeling that’s been looming over you since you set foot in the house add to the pain that is still radiating through you.

You wipe a few tears you hadn’t realized had fallen, a new wave of emotions hitting you, another moment of realization of Steve not being here with you like you had both talked about.

“Is there anything else I can get you Genevieve?” Maria cautiously places a hand on your shoulder, you take it as her way of apologizing for your loss.

“Umm, just my bag would be great and a shower would be nice.” You sniffle, ready to lock yourself away for the day, not wanting to be forced to have unwanted conversations with a teenager who already hates your new presence.

“I’ll go grab your bag from the stables, then you can start getting settled.” She gives your shoulder a light squeeze before turning for the front door. “Ellie, be nice.”

A glass of water is placed in front of you, a few cubes of ice float around the clear liquid. You don’t even remember the last time you had enjoyed an ice cold drink.

Ellie situates herself in the chair across from you, looking as if she wants to say something.

“So— your husband is dead?” 14 years old and a great conversationalist.

“No— y-yes.” Your chest aches at the mention of ‘your husband.’

“Well, that’s not confusing. So, did you watch him die?”

“Hmm?”

“Your husband, did you watch your husband die?” She asks again.

“N-no.”

“I’m all out of questions then.” She slinks back into her chair.

You stare at the ice, almost half the size it was when it was placed in front of you. Wishing you could slowly melt away, become the nothingness you feel like.

The front door swings open and closes with a gentle click, the clunking sound of boots makes the presence of whoever stepped into the house known.

“Hey kid, sorry I’m late. Tommy wanted to get drinks after our patrol.”

A deep husky voice permeates the room, its thick syrupy tone seeps into every little crevice of your memory, its familiarity prompting the goosebumps to form across your body.

“I didn’t know we were having guests— this a new friend of yours?” He asks, his foot step getting closer to where you're still seated at the table, your back turned to him.

“Fuck no! It’s one of Maria’s strays. Said she has to stay here until her room is available— which is bullshit if you ask me!” She spouts off, her annoyance very apparent.

“Ellie, manners!” He grits out.

You lift yourself from the chair, steadying your weak state on the table and chair as you turn in his direction.

Your heart nearly stops the moment your eyes land on him— a ruggedness to him, his soft brown eyes filled with a darkness that comes with loss and sorrow, his dark locks and beard sprinkled with tuffs of gray, an overall hardness about him that hides his true self.

“Joel?” Your eyes wide and filled with more tears, the name is barely a whisper as it falls into the air.

“Eve?” A name he never thought he would say again.

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Chosen For Pleasure (XII)

Series Masterlist/Warnings

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a emotional roller coaster of a chapter, you ain't ready..

"is that.."

"Elle."

oh you've got to be kidding.

"Jensen?" I questioned trying to get his attention.

He has yet to take his eyes off the blonde, as she clung to an older gentleman talking to another couple.

I instantly felt jealousy burning through my entire body.

"Jensen." I snapped.

He finally tore his eyes away, meeting my own.

"are you okay?" I asked hesitantly.

He took a deep breath before plastering a smile on his face. I could tell it was fake.

"yeah, I won't let this ruin our night." He said.

Why didn't I believe him?

Jared once again gave him an apologetic look. Jensen took my hand, walking in the opposite direction of Elle.

Jensen gripped my hand tightly pulling me through the crowds of people.

"J hang on." I said stopping us.

He turned to me hesitantly.

"you're not okay, I can see it." I spoke.

"I'm fine." He was quick to defend.

"why don't I believe you?"

Jensen ran a hand over his jaw letting out a frustrated sigh.

"I let that girl ruin my life for a long time, I don't want her to ruin tonight too. I'm here with you, I want to enjoy tonight with you." Jensen said emphasizing the word you.

I felt like we were just sweeping the issue under the rug, but I would be lying if I said I didn't want to enjoy the night with him too.

"okay." I breathed reluctantly.

Jensen offered me a smile as he snagged two champagne glasses off a serving tray being passed around. I sipped it hesitantly as my eyes traveled around the room, looking for the blonde girl. Jensen led me over to a table where Jared and Genevieve sat with other members of the cast. I offered Gen a smile as we took the spot next to them. Jensen conversed with Jared and Misha as if he wasn't bothered by the situation at all.

So why was I?

I felt like we were just pretending, something I'd never been good at.

I tried my best too though, I chatted with cast, sipped champagne and even picked at the fancy dinner. I felt myself start to loosen up, even if just a little bit.

"may I have this dance?" Jensen asked extending a hand out to me.

"of course." I smiled placing my hand in his.

Jensen led us over to the dance floor, a slow song coming from the band on stage. He wrapped one arm around my waist, his other hand held mine as we swayed back and forth to the music.

"you really do look beautiful tonight." Jensen smiled.

"you clean up well too." I laughed.

It was silent for a moment until I spoke up.

"I apologize if I freaked you out earlier with my confession." I whispered before biting my lip.

"I'm not freaked out, flattered actually." he quickly spoke.

"flattered?"

"a sweet girl like you being in love with a fuck up like me, I don't know what I did to make that happen." he spoke quietly.

"Jensen you don't seriously think you're a fuck up do you?" I asked grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at me.

"oh I think I'm completely fucked up." He said with a painful laugh.

"I think we're all a little fucked up." I said.

"I'm just thankful you put up with me."

"yeah well I've always liked a bit of a challenge." I smirked.

He laughed as he pulled me closer, wrapping both arms around me. I felt completely at peace slow dancing with him. It was as if we were the only two people around. It just felt so right being with him. For once I forgot about everything wrong about us and just focused on the right here right now. I held on to him tightly as if as soon as I let him go he'd float away.

I was completely and irrevocably in love with this man.

I sighed as the song ended, longing for the moment to last. Jensen leaned down, placing his lips to my forehead in a gentle kiss.

"I'm happy you're here with me tonight." Jensen spoke.

We walked back towards the group. I wore a real smile for once tonight.

"I need to use the restroom, I'll be right back." I said kissing Jensen's cheek gently.

I was thankful there was no wait in the bathroom. I quickly did what I came there to do before going to the sink to wash my hands. I wiped off some excess lip gloss and glanced at myself one last time in the mirror.

I could suddenly feel someone come up beside me. I saw blonde locks out of the corner of my eye. I didn't need to look at her to know who it was.

Elle.

I took a deep breath mentally cursing the world.

"with the billionaire Jensen Ackles, lucky girl." she spoke uncapping lipstick and swiping it on her over lined lips.

I hesitantly turned my body to face the last person in the world I wanted to see.

"Elle, but I have a feeling you already knew that." she introduced.

"no, you know what I don't think your name has come up." I said crossing my arms.

"If only I believed that, I just had to meet the girl that Jensen was so smitten with."

"well now you have, and now I'll be going." I growled turning to leave.

I didn't want to be in her presence another second.

"he looks amazing tonight, maybe I'll have to go say hi."

I stopped in my tracks at her words. I clenched my hands into fists at my sides. I really wanted to knock this girl out right now.

"as if he would even talk to you." I growled turning my body back towards her.

"I think you underestimate the power I have over him. If I wanted him to, he'd come running back to me in a heartbeat."

I felt my heart shatter at her words. I knew she was just trying to get under my skin, but part of me wondered if she was right.

"yeah well he's not a toy you can play with and drop when you get bored." I growled.

"of course not, I did love to play with him though, you know he is the best kisser."

I could feel the rage building inside of me with each word she spoke.

"oh wait I forgot, you wouldn't know, my bad."

"are you trying to intimidate me, cause it isn't working."

"intimidate you? oh no, I just want to know who my competition is." Elle said before departing from the restroom.

Competition? What the hell was she talking about?

I quickly escaped the bathroom making my way through the crowds of people. I could feel my chest tightening as my breathing became sporadic. I needed some fresh air. Jensen immediately noticed my departure as he pushed through the crowd after me.

I kept walking, even as the night air hit my face. I had to get out of there.

"wait, (y/n) please stop." Jensen called running to catch up with me.

I kept walking, ignoring his protests. He finally caught me, making me turn to face him.

"I want to go home." I said choking back the tears that threatened to spill out any moment.

"what did Elle say to you?"

"nothing just drop it." I growled.

"no I'm not going to drop it, what did she say?"

"Jensen please."

"I thought we weren't keeping secrets from each other? I thought we'd moved past all this?"

"don't you get it, we can't move past all of this until you move past her!" I yelled throwing my hands in the air.

"what the hell are you talking about?"

"do you still love her?" I asked, letting a few tears slip.

"what no of course I don't love her." Jensen scoffed.

"is that why you won't kiss me?"

Jensen looked as if I had just slapped him in the face.

"no that's not why, I thought you understood." Jensen growled

"I thought I did too, but now I'm not so sure." I whispered turning my body away from him.

"don't do this please." Jensen begged coming to stand in front of me.

I let another tear slide down my cheek as I stared at him.

"please just take me home." I whispered.

Jensen looked hurt as he opened the door to the limo allowing me to slide in. It was silent as Cole drove us back to Jensen's, a van that contained the extra security guards led the way.

I don't know why I let her have this power over me.

Actually I did.

It was because I was terrified that she was right. I was terrified that if she called, he'd go running. Jensen said it himself, he was prepared to spend his life with her. Elle had manipulated him once, something told me if she really wanted she could do it again.

"you know we're going to have to talk about this at some point." Jensen said, lifting a wine bottle to his lips taking a swig.

I didn't respond, just continued to stare out the window.

"I don't care about Elle anymore, not since I met you. God you're all I think about. Why can't you see that? You're everything to me." Jensen spoke.

I let the tears fall freely from my eyes. I hesitantly glanced at him, but he was already staring at me.

"I don't kiss you because I'm afraid that once I do, you'll realize how much better off you are without me, and I can't stand to lose you. (y/n) I'm so in love with you." Jensen whispered, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

I cried as I wrapped my arms around him. He squeezed me tightly, as if he were afraid of letting me go. It was everything I had ever wanted to hear from him. He loved me.

"Jensen, I could never be better off without you. No one has ever made me feel even a fraction of what you make me feel." I said placing a hand on his cheek.

Jensen leaned his forehead down on mine, looking at my lips. I could tell how nervous he was.

"if we do this, no going back." Jensen whispered, his lips dangerously close to mine.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

Jensen's lips brushed mine slowly. I felt my pulse increase. I had waited for this moment, dreamt of it.

"Mr. Ackles, you should come look at this." Cole spoke up from the front seat sounding worried.

Jensen pulled away quickly. I let out the breath I didn't know I had been holding.

"stay here." He ordered.

I watched as Jensen and Cole got out of the limo, the security guards dispersed around the property. I could see them looking at something but I couldn't see what. Jensen looked distressed. I disobeyed him, getting out of the limo.

"oh my god." I gasped.

Jensen and Cole stood in front of my car. It had been destroyed. I saw the tires had been slashed, and the windshield smashed in. I could see key marks on the hood as well as various dents. I didn't even recognize it as my car with all the damage done to it.

However the most haunting thing was the words He's Mine spray painted in white along the side.

Riley.

"I'm getting (y/n) out of here, find her Cole." Jensen growled.

Jensen grabbed my hand pulling me to one of his cars. He quickly opened the door, so I could get in before running around to get in as well. He started up the car, speeding out of his garage and down the road.

"where are we going?" I asked fearful.

"somewhere nobody else knows about." He spoke.

He pressed down on the accelerator speeding up even more. I looked at him as he gripped the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles turned white.

"Jensen slow down, you're scaring me." I said gripping the door handle and slinking back in to the seat.

"I told you to stay in the car." He growled.

"Jensen please." I begged.

He glanced over at me, seeing I was incredibly scared. He quickly took his foot off the accelerator, slowing down.

"I don't know how she got in, she shouldn't have been able to get in the garage, I'm so sorry." Jensen apologized taking one of his hands off the wheel and grabbing my own.

I took a deep breath squeezing his hand.

He kept driving, not letting go of my hand. I looked out the window to see we were getting far away from the city, and heading up a mountain. It was at least another hour before Jensen finally stopped the car. I saw we were way in the woods at what appeared to be a cabin.

"it used to belong to my aunt and uncle." Jensen whispered.

"she won't find us here?" I asked worried.

"no, I promise." Jensen said getting out of the car, coming to open the door for me.

I got out, falling straight in to his arms.

"I'm scared Jensen." I admitted.

"I know baby, I'm so sorry." Jensen said running a hand through my hair.

I stood in his embrace for awhile before looking and meeting his eyes.

"I'm supposed to be protecting you, if anything ever happened to you because of me, I'd never be able to forgive myself." Jensen whispered.

I saw in his eyes that he was scared too. Not so much of Riley, but scared that she could have gotten to me.

"Jensen I love you." I said leaning my forehead against his.

"then kiss me."

Author Note:

AHHHHHHH IT'S HAPPENING! I REPEAT IT'S HAPPENING! I'm done playing with your feelings tonight, but make sure you come back so I can play with them some more cause we just getting started.... please show some love in the form of a heart, comment, reblog, and a follow! I appreciate all the love!

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Part (XIII)

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rottenpumpkin13 · 11 months

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Out of Context Shit Heard on the SOLDIER Floor #2

Angeal: let's keep our homicidal thoughts to ourselves from now on, shall we?

Zack: FREE DUCKS! FREE DUCKS! GET YOUR FREE DUCKS

Angeal: Sephiroth i will pay you 100 gil to put on a shirt

Genesis: 🎶 what atrocities will Genesis commit today? 🎶

Roche: i feel like i taste like lasagna? do i taste like lasagna? lick me, Kunsel

Essai: can someone check my dick for dick ghosts?

Sebastian: fuck it we, ball *pushes Zack down the stairs*

Kunsel: can I have one? *referring to the 17 rubber chickens in Roche's arms*

Cloud: does anyone want to pay me to break Commander Rhapsodos' knees?

Zack: *with a moogle plushie in hand* I've named him Terrence

Kunsel: jokes on you! I can't even read!

Sephiroth: male pattern baldness isn't a joke, Angeal.

Cloud: if you slap his ass it'll deflate like a souffle

Genesis: who the FUCK spelled my name as GENEVIEVE???

Angeal: Markers !!! Are not !!! For sniffing !!!

Zack: sometimes a boy gotta do what a boy gotta do *with the stolen masamune in hand*

Sephiroth: where did you guys get cotton candy???

Genesis: i may look like a stable individual but in reality I'm just 3 raccoons in a trench coat

Cloud: Has anyone seen my will to live??

Roche: if i put a pipe bomb in commander Rhapsodos' office will you kiss me?

Zack: who wants to talk about Mpreg with me???

Angeal: this is why we can't have nice things *referring to the break room coffee machine on fire*

Luxiere: Ow! Zack! Did you just bite my leg!?

Zack: Gen, can i borrow your clown makeup?

Luxiere: if you say YOLO one more time I'm going to make you swallow your shoes

Lazard: IT'S L-A-Z-A-R-D! IF YOU SPELL 'LIZARD' ONE MORE TIME ZACKARY, IM GOING TO TRANSFER YOU TO GOD

Angeal: who's bottle of rum is on my desk ????

Genesis: hey, mommy issues, have you seen Zack? *talking to Sephiroth*

Zack: where on Gaia am i supposed to find 16 garden gnomes on such short notice ?

Roche: maybe if you weren't such a LOSER the answer would come to you

Sephiroth: your eyebrows look like they were drawn in crayon

Lazard: How many SOLDIERs does it take to change a lightbulb? seven, apparently

Genesis: 🎶 i got a lock of Sephiroth's ha-ir, i got a lock of Sephiroth's ha-ir 🎶

Angeal: is this the mental stability you speak of, Genesis???

Kunsel: why stop at one SOLDIER? why not insult three or four? fuck it, KICK SEPHIROTH'S ASS

Sephiroth: Smell my breath. Can you tell I've just eaten an entire sheet cake?

Angeal: I'm one inconvenience away from dying my hair green

Kunsel: if i have to hear the red man recite LOVELESS one more time I'm commiting arson

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‘tis the damn season - part 1

Pairing: Will Ramos x Original Female Character - Genevieve (Gen/Viv/Vivvy)

Content Warning: This series is 18+ Minors DNI. No major content warnings in this part. Mentions of alcohol. Vomiting. Descriptions of panic attacks.

Word Count: 2.5k

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Authors Note: Surprise! I had planned on part one not being out until Christmas but apparently I had a sudden brain surge and was able to finish it. This part is a lot of set up to the main story. I hope you enjoy it ♥️

Gen stops abruptly on the sidewalk the moment she hears it, her feet frozen in place. Her eyes go out of focus and she can feel her chest tighten as the sound continues to ring in her ears. That laugh. His laugh. She could recognize it anywhere.

Her skin is suddenly scorching, a stark contrast to the cold air outside. She swallows harshly, her mouth dry, as she dares to sneak a look behind her. Turning slowly, she regrets her decision immediately as she’s met with large brown orbs boring holes into her. “Shit.” she curses under her breath and turns to quickly walk away.

“Viv?” Gen winces at the nickname. The ice in his voice spreads through her quickly as she begins to walk faster.

“VIV!” He calls out, louder this time. She hears his footsteps behind her. No, no, no. Her eyes start to burn as tears begin to form in the corners. Not this way. Not today of all days.

“Viv, wait!” she can hear the desperation laced in his voice. She shakes her head and moves even faster, practically running now. The sound of his footsteps become closer as he increases his pace. She feels her throat close up as her tears begin to fall freely.

“Goddammit, Genevieve, stop!” Finally catching up with her, he grabs her by the arm and spins her around to face him. For a moment, she considers slapping him across the face, but as soon as their eyes meet her mind goes blank.

He stands there in front of her, chest heaving from running after her. He’s bundled up in a black puffer jacket, light blue jeans, and an orange beanie. The only visible skin was his neck and hands, both now covered in tattoos. A gold hoop in his nose the only remaining facial piercing and his plugs were larger than she remembered.

He looks as young as he did the last time she saw him but his face had matured. A strong jawline and prominent cheekbones replacing his once boyish appearance. Looking at him was always like looking into the sun and god dammit if time and some maturity didn’t make it worse.

Or maybe it was karma biting her in the ass.

He stares at her incredulously, his hand still gripping her arm like if he let go she would be swept away by the wind. His eyes search hers momentarily and Gen sees a flash of something akin to anger appear and then disappear just as quickly. His grip tightens and her eyes water again. She squirms to try and free her arm from his grasp before panic sets in.

Realizing what was happening, he rips his hand away like he had been burned. He holds his gaze where his hand once was and then returns his attention back to her. His gaze seems apologetic for a moment but turns cold as he shoves his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Two Days Prior

Gen stretched and looked down at her phone. Shit, it’s 7:30, she thought. She was supposed to meet her friends at the bar over an hour ago. She had spent almost twelve hours in the studio and made very little progress. The artist she was working with was an upcoming pop star that had very little experience. She required so much autotune it made Gen’s head want to explode. She had spent the better half of the evening doing everything she could to make the poor girl sound good. She was damn good at her job but she wasn’t a miracle worker.

Deciding to call it a night, Gen quickly grabbed her things and headed out the door. As she caught a ride to the bar her phone rang. She looked at the screen as “Westwood, New Jersey” popped up.

“Ha. Absolutely not.” She scoffed and hit the decline button.

“Finally, our favorite workaholic has arrived!” Ezra exclaimed, standing up from his seat to greet his friend.

“Gen, I thought we said 6pm.” Natalie huffed, crossing her arms. “A thousand apologies, Nat.” Gen kissed her cheek as she sat down. “I promise I'll go to palates with you every day next week.”

Natalie's eyes narrowed. “AND you’ll bring Starbucks?” Gen winked. “Is it even palates without starbs?” Smiling, the other woman laid her head on Gen’s shoulder “You are forgiven.”

“Okay, but what about me? What do I get?” the man opposite them spoke up expectantly.

“Hmm, I could put in a good word with Felix at the studio. Tell him you’re interested.”

“You mean that smoking hot producer you worked with a couple of months ago?” Gen nodded. Ezra’s eyes widened briefly and he glanced between the two women in front of him.

“Oh honey, you are definitely forgiven.”

“Thank you for having mercy on me, my dear Ezra.” Gen said mockingly.

“I’m jealous, Ez. I wanted a stab at Felix.” said Natalie as she waved for the bartender to bring another martini and one for Gen as well. Ezra ordered his usual negroni.

“While we’re on the subject of Felix.. I thought you two were dating, Gen?” He asked pointedly.

She scoffed, drinking the martini Natalie had made for her. She hated martinis. Natalie should know that by now, but she wasn’t going to turn down a free drink.

“That’s cute, Ez, but you know I don't do relationships.”

“Remind me why that is again?”

Natalie groaned. “It’s because she dated that guy all through highschool and he dumped her before she moved out here.”

“He didn’t dump me! I broke up with him because he-“

“Because he didn’t support your dream or want to leave your shitty hometown with you so you left him.” Natalie interrupted, rolling her eyes. “We’ve heard the story a thousand times, Gen.”

“We had been together for seven years, Natalie. It’s not like it was some meaningless crush. He was pretty much all I had. I thought that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together.”

Natalie laughed dryly and draped an arm around her friend. “Clearly, he didn’t feel the same way. It’s been eight years, babe. Time to move on.”

Gen pressed her lips together, embarrassment bubbling in her stomach. She knew it was a waste of time fighting back. Natalie had already had a few drinks and arguing wouldn’t end well. She bit her tongue and chose to push down the anxiety with more alcohol.

Stumbling out of the bar, Gen searched for her phone to call an uber. Ezra had found his own ride and Natalie went home with a hot editor she hoped would get her a book deal. She leaned against a light pole for stability as she finally fished it from the depths of her purse. She noticed another phone call from the Westwood number from earlier in the night and rolled her eyes. Who the fuck is calling her? There were a couple of voicemails but she refused to listen to them.

His face entered her mind and she shook her head in a failed attempt to get rid of him. He’s not calling you. He doesn’t care. Why do you even care?

“I don’t fucking care!” she yelled out loud to no one.

Her face felt hot and she was dizzy all of a sudden. Her stomach was in knots and she was definitely going to puke. She stumbled over to the curb, expelling the contents of her stomach. The tears rolling down her face did little to offer any relief to the heat in her cheeks.

“Do you need a ride, ma’am?” A voice broke her out of her haze.

She looked up to see a man peeking out the window of his taxi. Breathing a sigh, she spit in the street and stood up, wiping her mouth.

“Please.”

“Gen, are you okay?” Adam asked as he let Gen in, concern in his voice.

“I’m fine.” She smiled and kissed his cheek. “I just drank a little too much. Wanted to see you. Sorry it’s so late.”

Adam laughed softly and grinned. “You know I’m never going to complain about seeing you.”

“Why did you come here last night? Really?” Adam spoke softly as he watched Gen get dressed.

“I told you. I wanted to see you.”

“When you actually want to see me you call first. Usually spend a few days and then go back home.”

Gen turned her attention to the man on the bed, she knew where this was going.

“When you show up in the middle of the night wanting to see me, it’s usually because there’s something you want to forget about.”

“It’s not that serious, Adam. I was drunk and your place was the closest. I meant to call you earlier in the day but it slipped my mind.”

“You could at least make up a believable excuse. We’ve been doing… whatever this is for the past two years. I know you better than you think I do.”

“This is all really adorable, Adam, but I have to go to work.”

“Gen, would you just give me a second? Please?”

Sensing the frustration in his voice, Gen sat on the bed and sighed. Adam moved closer to her and ran his hand down her arm.

“I know what this is about. It’s the same thing every time. I’m not Will, Gen. I’m never going to be him.” She felt her throat close up at his words.

“Adam, that’s not…”

“Let me finish. I’m not Will. I wasn’t there when your mom died or when things got rough at home.” Adam grabbed her hand and rubbed the pad of his thumb against the back of it. “But I’m here now. Isn’t that enough?”

Gen stared at where their hands lay connected. He had no idea how badly she wanted it to be enough. She never felt like she deserved love. Her father made sure of that. Will was the only one who made her feel worthy of it, and when he was gone she no longer saw the point of trying.

She straightened her posture and looked him in the eye. She didn’t want to break his heart but it was clear she had no choice. It was better this way. He would be better off with a nicer girl that wasn’t so fucked in the head.

“No, Adam. It isn’t.”

Gen couldn’t pinpoint a single emotion upon seeing the look on his face. Shame. Regret. Disgust. All with herself. He went from seemingly hopeful to shattered in a millisecond and it was all her fault. His eyebrows furrowed together and his lips formed a frown. He dropped his eyes from hers to their hands and let go abruptly standing up.

He walked across the room and then turned around, placing his hand on his hips, “If you keep treating people like this, you’re going to be alone for the rest of your life. And you know what? Maybe that’s what you deserve.”

Gen stared blankly, shocked by his sudden change in demeanor. Tears started to form in her eyes but the words of her father began echoing in her mind. Suddenly she didn’t care what the man in front of her thought.

Standing up she walked towards Adam slowly and placed her hand against his cheek. She smiled softly as he looked at her confused.

“Thank you, Adam.” Her face fell. “Thank you for once again proving to me that I shouldn’t waste my time forming relationships with anyone. Because the only person I know I can count on is myself.”

Gen turned and grabbed her bag that was sitting in her bag by the door. She didn’t bother looking back at him as she walked out.

Gen hoped that work would keep her mind off the morning’s events but it proved to only make her day more difficult. By lunch, she had dealt with busted equipment, two temper tantrums from the pop diva, and one seriously pissed off producer.

She leaned back in her chair and pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers. The mixture of her hangover and the stress of the day had caused a migraine and she cursed herself mentally for allowing herself to get so drunk last night.

She felt her phone buzzing in her pocket and groaned. She knew who it was that was calling her. They had already called three times. She hit the red button and sat the phone on her lap.

Not three seconds later, her phone started buzzing again.

Throwing her hands up, she relented. “Fine! You win!”

“Hello?!” she answered, her tone much sharper than she intended.

“Hi. This is Anna Newman from Shaw Law Firm in Westwood, New Jersey. Is this Ms. Castillo?”

“I- um…” Fuck. Fuck. How did she know that name?

“Hello? Ms. Castillo?”

“Don’t call me that.” Gen spit into the phone. Once again, sharper than she meant to. “I’m sorry, um. I don’t go by Castillo anymore. I changed my name to Taylor several years ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, ma’am. My papers here still have you as Castillo.”

“It’s fine. What do you need?” Gen pulled her knees to her chest and placed her head between them in an attempt to quell the sudden nausea.

“We’ve been trying to get in touch with you…umm… my boss, Nathan Shaw, is wanting to meet with you regarding your father’s will. There are some important matters that he needs to discuss with you.”

Her entire body stiffened. Her heart rate sped up so quickly she thought it might explode out of her chest and it was suddenly hard to breathe.

“My father’s what?”

“Your father’s will. Since his passing the..”

“I wasn’t aware he had passed.”

There was no immediate response from Anna. If all of the blood in Gen’s body hadn’t been rushing through her ears at that moment the silence would have been uncomfortable.

Finally, Anna spoke. “Ms. Castillo…”

“Taylor.” She corrected her.

Anna cleared her throat. “Ms. Taylor. I hate to be the one to inform you of this, but your father passed away on Sunday evening.”

Gen looked at her watch. It was Thursday.

“And what exactly does your boss need from me, Ms… Newman, isn't it?”

“Uh, yes. He uh, he needs to go over your father’s will with you. There’s also a matter of funeral arrangements that need to be taken care of as soon as possible. The funeral home can only keep his body for seven days.”

“Can’t this be taken care of over the phone?”

“I’m afraid not, ma’am. Mr. Castillo left strict instructions that this all must be handled in person.”

Gen rolled her eyes. Typical of him to make things difficult. He had been trying to get her back to New Jersey for eight years but she refused. She had half a mind to politely tell Ms. Newman to shove him in a pine box and let his will go to probate court, but the thought of home and her mother’s things flashed through her mind and her chest tightened. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing anymore of her.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The nausea from earlier resurfacing and overwhelming her. “Tell your boss to clear his calendar. I’ll be there tomorrow.”

Part 2

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Taking - Nevan & Darius

WOHEO Masterlist I finally wrote this… better now than never, I guess! I can’t wait to get more into early captivity stuff :D

cw: hypnosis/mind control, vampire whumper, kidnapping

This actually takes place a bit over six months after Malak was taken!

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“Yeah, Gen, I’ve got it, s’all good.” The sliver of a phone was pressed between Nevan’s shoulder and cheek, hands occupied with a bulky load of filled to the brim bags. He chuckled as he spoke, his voice loud and casual. “I’m already on my way back. I’m only like ten minutes away.”

He stepped in a lazy path down the cracked sidewalk, illuminated only by sporadically placed street lamps. The cumbersome bags bumped irritatingly to his legs with each step, crinkling into the silent night air. “I got Amara some toys too! They were pretty cheap, but really cute.”

A voice, muffled and glitched, spoke from the other end of the connection. “Aw, that’s sweet. Thanks, babe.” Genevieve said, from back at their apartment.

“I grabbed her a new bib, also. The one she’s got now is pretty gross.” He chatted, vision absentmindedly trailing over each next building he passed. Not many people could be seen inside, most already having returned home after dark. “How’s she doing?”

“Stop.”

Nevan’s avid steps quickly became weighted, his legs gradually braking to a halt. Genevieve continued her energetic rambling, his mouth falling slack and any words dying right in his throat.

“Still.”

His muscles tensed, holding rigidly in their position. No matter the pouding in his mind, calling him to make a move, Nevan was simply and utterly unable to connect his brain to his limbs.

“…Nevan? Are you there?”

There was someone to his side, obscured by the convenient shadows of the dark and his unwavering sight. The most Nevan could manage was to sputter out a half baked, confused stutter. “He- hey-”

“Nevan?”

“It’s in your best interest not to fight.” They whispered, directly into his ear. Nevan’s breath hitched. “Hush now.” The stranger soothed, pressing a gentle hand to Nevan’s chest. “Just close your little lips and quiet your throat. Stay nice and still, completely quiet.”

“Nevan? Hey, are you there? Is this thing working?”

Nevan watched, all he really could do while paralyzed by fear and the hold of the man’s words on his mind, as Darius stepped into his line of vision. Dressed in drab, dignified clothing, the attacker studied him with an intense gaze.

“God, this stupid phone. Nevan?” She sighed. “If you can hear me, I’ll see you when you get home. Love you.”

With each careful inch forward, boots clacking against the floor, Nevan’s stomach caved further with terrified sickness, thoughts running wild yet too fast to catch. He shivered as Darius’ icy cold fingers clutched his chin, beginning to gingerly shift his head every which way, studying Nevan’s features.

Nevan swallowed. Genevieve hung up.

“Great bone structure. Clear skin, beautiful eyes.” He muttered, speaking more so to himself than Nevan. As he did so, the phone was slipped away from Nevan’s ear, an action he barely noticed, and Darius quickly flung the cell to the floor. The crack of the screen rang just feet away as it hit the concrete.

Nevan twitched at the sound, but didn’t dare take his eyes off the man inches away. His vision was fixed on Darius’ mouth as he spoke.

Sharp, jutting fangs stuck out from the rest of Darius’ glimmering white teeth, large enough to rip out his throat with a single bite.

A vampire.

Nevan wasn’t given the chance to dwell on the realization before a firm hand gripped a ball of his hair, yanking back his head and forcing a yelp to scratch from his throat. “Hm.” The vampire hummed, studying the locks and running fingers through them. “Dreadful cut, terribly uneven. Nicely soft and shiny, though. We’ll have to fix that up.” He noted.

“I do think you’ll serve an adequate pick. Wonderful looks, an easily overcome mind.” Nevan tried to make sense of the vampire’s eery observations. As the gears of his terrified brain turned, Darius slipped into the nape of his neck, a swift action that not only caught him by surprise but fluttered in his heart.

“Above average blood, as well.” Darius whispered, smelling the other man’s skin and letting his breath beat upon the area. “You’ll provide a lovely meal. A sweet, docile, obedient little meal.”

Meal? Nevan didn’t want to be the snack of a bloodthirsty creature. A soothing, angelic voiced creature, who’s sensual purrs licked his mind. Of course he wouldn’t… want that.

Though, he couldn’t help the way his eyes turned glassy and his eyelashes fluttered from the idea. “A delightful idea, I know. Being nice and docile for a hungry vampire.” His voice was snaking its pleasurable way around Nevan’s brain, echoing beautifully into each crack and crevice.

It was already apparent Nevan was beginning to crack. “Drop the bags. You won’t be needing those.” Darius commanded, and after a moment the human’s grip fully released. His purchases landed with a thud to the concrete, spilling right out of the plastic. “Good boy.”

As much as Nevan should’ve lingered on the fact he’d just followed the man’s instructions with not a beat of opposition, he paid far more attention to what the man had called him.

The vampire had spoken to him like one would a dog. That… wasn’t right. But, the way he said it, singing it in his charming, echoing voice, it sounded so good. So right. He would gladly accept such praise if the stranger would continue in such a wonderful sound as that.

“Hm. Tell me your name.”

“N- Nevan.” It rolled right off the tongue, like he didn’t even need a second to think about what he was doing. Like he didn’t even have the chance to stop himself from providing the vampire with what he asked. Nothing felt off about such a thing though, actually pleasant to follow Darius’ demands.

“Isn’t that just convenient. A pretty name for a pretty thrall. I don’t even have to rename you.” Darius stated, pleased, a bit of a grin tugging at his lips. “Well, Nevan, as of tonight you’ll be coming home with me.”

Home.

Home. How could he have forgotten? “But… I need, uh, need… I’m going… home… I think…” he thought. Just moments ago Nevan was so sure of his goal, yet now he was doubting himself, the idea muddling inside his brain. He was going home, wasn’t he?

“Yes, that’s right. I’ll be taking you home. To my home. That sounds nice, don’t you agree?” The vampire stated, matter of fact. He appeared so confident in his words, like he knew just what he was talking about. Nevan couldn’t help but be swayed by them.

Home. That sounded right. “Sure… mister…” Nevan mumbled, his voice drawing into a thick slur with each next word. The corners of his lips twitched into the ghost of a growing smile. This kind stranger was going to bring him home! What a wonderful prospect, fluttering in his heart as he continued to think it over.

“That would be yes Master.” Darius corrected, purring tenderly into his ear.

Master? Nevan’s face went wide, shaking partly out of the trance. “N-no!” He cried, recoiling in shock.

“Shhh. Don’t go freaking out on me, relax. Let my words sink in.” One of Darius’ hands curled over Nevan’s chest, sweetly stroking in circular motions over his heart. “Calm and relaxed, again. Good and submissive you are, ignoring those ridiculous calls of defiance.”

The rigid grip he held on Nevan’s jaw moved his head into a slow nod, and as he continued to digest Darius’ words he couldn’t seem to tell if the vampire was moving it, or him. “Mmm… yes… Master…” Any fear still pent up fizzled right out as he finally agreed, his body warming as he relented.

“One more time for me. Yes, Master.”

Nevan wasted not a second to obediently repeat. “Yes… Master…” his tongue was so drowsily heavy, weighing down his slack falling jaw and slurring his speech.

“Good, good.” More praise! It was strange how pleasant such simple words could feel, but so marvelous they were. The vampire finally stepped back, content that at least then Nevan had no qualms to fight back.

“Here,” the human followed with sleepy eyes, as the vampire plunged his swift hand into his pocket. “Put this on.”

Nevan eyed the cream colored collar that dangled from his palm, held out expectantly for him to take. His vision carefully trailed down the thin strap of light leather, and the metal clasps that glittered in the light of a nearby streetlamp, taking on the image of a gift from a god.

At that very moment, the only thing that mattered to him was the collar. The magnificent, calling collar. Anything and everything surrounding it was exempt from his vision, eyes purely focused on the magical seeming item.

Nevan barely processed the steady, mechanical lift of his arms drifting toward the object, obediently following the vampire’s orders. The coarse piece was gently lifted to his throat, and wrapped around his bobbing adams apple by his own fingers.

His body felt distant and fuzzily disconnected from his clouded mind as he did the clasp, creating a tight, warm ring around his tender neck. Nevan could sense the vampire’s piercing eyes following his motions, but could sense his satisfaction.

“I’m certainly lucky I found you at that dreaded skate park.” Darius’ words were thick with disdain, his expression twisting with disgust. Sorry guilt churned through Nevan’s belly. “It’s rare for me to find an acceptable thrall so quickly, but I’m sure you will do.” His knuckles softly brushed Nevan’s jaw, sending the human’s mind reeling once again.

“Skate… skate… park? Do… do I know you…?”

“You surely don’t remember it, but we’ve met. You mustn't need to worry your pretty little head about that, though. Nothing of your concern, really.” Of course, the man was right. Nevan had no reason to question him, he’d much rather just listen to fuzzy words slip from his magnificent lips, watching the buzz of his throat.

“There’s no need for you to speak, either.” He instructed, hushing Nevan by pressing a finger to his lips. Nevan couldn’t help but giggle as the contact flooded a slight bliss through his brain, a reaction Darius evidently found repulsive as he gave a look of disapproval.

The human blinked hard as sharp snaps of a delicate hand went off in his face, catching his sleepy attention. “Come along now. We’d best be heading home.”

Nevan eagerly began to follow, although with the daze of his head he seemed to wander, Darius’ graceful path the only indication of where to step. Soon he’d even forgotten where they were headed.

He didn’t mind. Really, he didn’t have the mind to think about it. The man with the wonderful voice could tell him all he needed to know, and he would be satisfied.

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 5 months

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12th Day of Christmas

Caroling in the Park

Summary/Prompt - going to the local Christmas Carols in the park, but your S/O has a big surprise

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Christmas Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N: sorry this one’s super late, was starting to think I wouldn’t get it out at all.

You help Genevieve lay out the picnic rug on the grass of the hill just a few metres from the festively decorated stage. Jared is running around in the nearby playground with the kids keeping them distracted while you and Gen set up. Your husband should have been here by now to help also. He called you from the airport hours ago, but knowing the state of the weather in Vancouver this time of year it’s possible his flight was delayed. Still it’s a little strange he didn’t let you know, but you try to push the disappointment and concern away to be strong for your kids. Gen helps keep you distracted by opening the picnic basket and setting out some snacks and drinks for everyone. You lay out cushions and blankets for everyone.

A little while later the music starts to play so Jared calls the kids back and wanders over to join you and Gen. He sits beside his wife, wrapping an arm around her shoulders while you sit beside them with the kids lazing about on the cushions in front of you. You try to immerse yourself in the young choirs singing carols. You sing along quietly while smiling at the kids who are singing along joyously. Once the emcee comes out to introduce the event and lay down the basic ground rules and important information your eldest daughter leans over to you with a sad look.

“What’s wrong, Sweetie?” You ask as you lean forward next to her ear.

“Is daddy coming?” She asks.

“He’s on the plane, he’ll be here as soon as he can. You know he wants to be here with us, he’s doing his best.”

“I know, I just miss him.”

“Me too, Sweetie. Just try to enjoy the show and he’ll be here before you know it.” You kiss her cheek and sing quietly in her ear along with the next performer.

After another few songs the kids start to get hungry so you hand out the sandwiches you and Gen had made earlier.

As you go to take a bite of your own sandwich the host returns. “How good was that, Austin? Next up we have a very special homegrown artist who has agreed to sing a song for us all tonight. Please give him a warm Austin welcome!”

You can hardly believe your eyes when an extremely familiar tall man with long brown hair and piercing green eyes walks out from behind the makeshift curtain. Your jaw drops as you tear up. You kids scream out to him along with Jared and Gen’s. Gen gives you a comforting look while Jared gives you a knowing smirk.

“Hello out there Austin! How are we all doing tonight? Some of you may know me, but for those of you who don’t I’m Jensen Ackles and I have a very special song I want to share with you all tonight. If you know the words please sing along. This one goes out to my beautiful wife and kids over there.” He points out in the crowd to you and blows you a kiss as the first note plays.

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need

I don’t care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas tree

I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true oh

All I want for Christmas is you”

His eyes meet yours and he smiles. You sing along with your husband. Sending every word back to him. You pull your kids into your lap as they sing along too. They don’t take their eyes off their dad for the entire song. You couldn’t have asked for a better reunion or surprise for you and your kids. As the song comes to an end he winks at you and puts the microphone back on the stand.

“Thank you Austin! Enjoy the rest of the show!” He climbs off the stage and joins you. Before you get a chance to hug or kiss him your kids are all over him. Your daughter jumps into his lap the second he sits down wrapping her arms around his neck. He instantly wraps his arms around her and kisses her head. Your younger son then climbs in his lap as well. Jensen brings one arm around him also.

“I missed you guys. How’s the show so far?”

“Great!” “Amazing!” They say in unison.

He looks over at you, you lean over resting your head on his shoulder.

“And you?” He asks.

“Better now that you’re here.”

He kisses you and your children gag playfully causing you to laugh. You all sing along to the next few songs together before the kids remember their sandwiches and climb off Jensen’s lap to eat and watch the show. He takes the opportunity to cuddle you. You offer him a sandwich as well and he takes it gratefully. You all eat and enjoy the show; now much happier and more comfortably knowing Jensen’s home for the holidays.

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triviareads · 2 months

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Could you recommend some historical novels with some kind of game involved? Idk chess, cards, etc

Yes! This is by no means a comprehensive list because there are a lot that are tangentially set in gambling hells and the like, but here are some of my favorites:

Convergence of Desire by Felicity Niven has a card game subplot; Harry is a savant and can easily count cards, and she realizes her and Thomas's houseguests are cheating them during cards so they devise a plan to win back their money. Tom's also a gambler and a high-stakes one from what I remember.

What I Did For The Duke by Julie Anne Long has a sexually tense game of blindman's bluff complete with not-very-discreet groping, and then a dramatic card game that finally makes Genevieve realize in a very roundabout way that the duke loves her and wants her to be happy unconditionally.

The Design of Dukes by Kathleen Ayers has a way-too-sexually-tense game of lawn bowling. The hero later admits he wanted to tug the heroine's skirts up on the lawn and take her then and there.

Prince of Broadway by Joanna Shupe has a heroine who wants to start a gambling hell for ladies so she asks big bad casino owner Clay Madden for lessons.

Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake by Sarah MacLean: There's a really hot card game scene at the end where Ralston is basically Done and ready to get this seduction started after Callie is all "hm I wonder what it would be like to be a courtesan".

The Awakening of Ivy Leavold by Sierra Simone: this is a historical erotic romance; There's a game of blind-man's bluff that turns into an orgy by the end.

All the Ways to Ruin a Rogue by Sophie Jordan: Aurelia likes to sneak out and go to a pleasure club dressed as a courtesan and play cards and at one point I believe the hero has to pay a forfeit where he strips naked in front of everyone.

The Viscount Always Knocks Twice by Grace Callaway: It's a house party so there's lots of games; I remember hide and seek which ended with Violet and Carlisle making out in a Priest Hole, and Carlisle also gifts Violet with a handmade bow and arrows during their courtship because she likes those kids of games/sports.

Dreaming of You by Lisa Kleypas: Derek Craven owns a gambling hell, there's a GREAT scene where Sara is disguised by a mask and she's playing cards and all them men can't help but he drawn to her including, of course, Derek Craven. This is actually suuuch a romantic part of the book, at least until he finds out it's Sara under the mask and then it descends into (horny) farce.

Then Came You by Lisa Kleypas: Lily agrees to a high-stakes card game and if she loses she has to sleep with the hero Alex; obviously she loses, there's this really interesting bit where Derek Craven half-assedly protects her honor in that he tells Alex to be gentle with her, but also, says she needs to honor her debts and basically shoves her into a private room to await Alex lolol.

Secrets of a Summer Night by Lisa Kleypas: Annabelle and Hunt play a lot of chess while she's recovering from a snake bite and it does get to the point where she's having sex dreams about it. Both this book and It Happened One Autumn have scenes where the wallflowers are playing rounders (kind of like baseball?), most notably in SoSN where they're playing in their underwear and Simon Hunt and Westcliff happen upon them.

The Viscount Who Loved Me by Julia Quinn has a pall-mall scene where Kate and Anthony are super competitive and Kate ends the game by whacking Anthony's ball into the lake.

Gavin Hunt from Her Wanton Wager by Grace Callaway, Cross from One Good Earl Deserves a Lover by Sarah MacLean, and Aiden Trewlove from The Duchess in his Bed by Lorraine Heath are some of my favorite gambling hell heroes except I can't quite remember how much gaming there is in their books, but I strongly recommend them.

#book recs #historical romance #felicity niven #julie anne long #lisa kleypas #julia quinn #bridgerton #sierra simone #grace callaway #sarah maclean #kathleen ayers #joanna shupe #sophie jordan #lorraine heath #romance novels #ask

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salternateunreality2 · 1 month

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AGSZC Wedding Highlights (crack)

from the @strayheartless archives <3

The ceremony will be quiet, sweet, intimate, possibly an elopement, and the after party/reception will be a literal zoo because Zack will invite every friend he's ever made, which of course includes animals. Naturally, Cloud's dragon aunt and cousin (Asil and Knarf) will also be invited.

Cloud biting Hojo and Sephiroth immediately urging him to let go… because of how gross Hojo is (that can't be healthy for Cloud), not because Hojo is screaming in pain.

Sephiroth and Cloud hiding under a table/in a closet is going to happen. No, not to make out (though that will happen), but to get away from ~the people~.

Sefikura do come out at regular intervals to show love for their partners by braving the humans. They emerge together, holding hands, and go greet family members or dance with AGZ for 30 minutes at a time, then they make eye contact from across the room and go rescue each other.

"Excuse me, Aunt Rachel, it was lovely meeting you, but it looks like my new husband needs a break" *scuttles off to rescue Cloud from a dance with Cousin Casey*

"Oh, my new husband looks like he needs me, thanks for the dance, bye" *skitter skitter skitter*

AGZ being so proud of them and grateful that they're pushing through AND taking care of themselves.

The Strifes defend the new husbands from obnoxious relatives (some lines borrowed from the illustrious @strayheartless)

Cloud: *materializes out of nowhere* Hello, Genevieve Rhapsodos. I heard you were saying this cake was triggering your asthma because of the gluten. You meant celiac disease. Which you don't have and didn't warn us about. Furthermore-

Sephiroth: Nope, back to the table *drags Cloud away, desperately grabbing his hands so he can't flip her off*

Zack: *laughing his ass off*

Gillian: You had that coming.

Angeal: *trying not to laugh and come up with an apology*

Genevieve: *sputtering indignantly* Are you going to let him talk to me like that?!

Genesis: *smirking* Yep.

Claudia: How's that for a country bumpkin, bitch? *shoves cake in her mouth*

Genevieve: Are you going to let HER talk to me like that?!

Genesis: I don't LET the Strifes do anything. They do what they want. If you want to fight her, go ahead and good luck, mother.

Claudia: If you need me, I'll be under the table with them having delicious, gluten-filled cake, mmmmm!

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(((For context, Asil is Claudia's dragon mom friend, as discussed here, and Knarf is Asil's dragon son)))

Hojo: *shows up, starts making a scene with security. Apparently being bitten wasn't warning enough.*

Claudia: I smell bitch. Be right back. ASIL!

Hojo: *suddenly gains the power of flight via dragon*

Knarf: *is raiding the buffet, his mom can handle this*

Hollander: *skedaddles with a pocket full of cake after seeing what happened to Hojo*

Knarf: *pops his head under the table to lick the boys then trots off because he smelled Scientist with CAKE*

Hollander: *is about to learn a valuable lesson about dragon tracking abilities*

Claudia: *adopts Sephiroth on the spot and pats his head because she's awkward and doesn't know what to do. It's the perfect thing to do.*

Genesis sneaks each of his boys away to dance in the night air at some point, just the two of them in a circle of fire he lit with his materia skills to show off.

Angeal makes sure everyone eats, especially Cloud, who was nervous before the ceremony, and Genesis and Zack, who simply forgot.

Sephiroth whisks each husband away to look at the stars together and fumbles through a few lines of the individualized love letters he wrote for them.

He knew he wanted to do something like this and wound up asking Cloud's friend Tifa, who walked him through romantic ideas, and encouraged him to write them each a letter if he was uncomfortable speaking it all out loud. Once he had a structure, the rest was easy. Each of them cherishes their letter to this day.

Zack worked really hard to smooth the way for everyone socially, and also gave each of his men a special, meaningful wrapped gift.

Cloud pulled each one into a random hallway, got on his tiptoes, and kissed them.

He's not the biggest on physical affection, so they were all thrilled that he agreed to marry him despite his hang-ups AND that he's initiating a lot. They're all out of their minds and over the moon over how incredibly cute he is.

He also told them each the same thing, trying to be romantic. And, well...

"I'd kill a god for you and rip out their innards with my teeth".

He...probably should have asked Tifa for help. They love it anyway.

After the party, they take their time on their honeymoon to chill in each other's company.

That suits Angeal just fine, because even neurotypicals get worn out by socializing, and he LOVES cuddling his boys.

Cloud gnaws on a lot of stuff in happiness.

Sephiroth is purring non-stop, and they all take turns laying on his chest.

Everyone passes Cloud around like a prize and he puts up with it because it's THEM.

Everyone simultaneously decides to dogpile Angeal and thank him for all he does for them while suffocating him to the happiest death ever.

Besides marital activities, cough cough, there will be a lot of...

Them play fighting in the long grass. Them getting ticks in the long grass. Them being treated by Angeal and told not to go back into the long grass. Them going back anyway because one of them (Zack) found the coolest bug ever. Genesis setting fire to the long grass because he hates bugs. All the ticks dying because he firagas the shit out of the long grass. Angeal sighing about the long grass. Sephiroth pulling out his textbook knowledge and saying it's fine, the grass will come back, but the ticks won't, and really, they did the world a service. (I KNOW THIS IS NOT SCIENTIFIC, LET A SALT DREAM)

Them all stargazing in the burnt field, Cloud falling asleep almost right away, sandwiched between two of his husbands. Zack asking to be carried home when it's time, then falling asleep in Sephiroth's arms. AGS putting the spiky ones to bed together and taking so many cute pictures as the pair automatically gravitates to each other.

They stumble across a Hojo lab and discover their new children: the Remnants and some Chadleys.

Zack: I love all our babies 🥰 we should have more! Video of Zack with his babies

Sephiroth: Alright, let's find another lab to raid.

Angeal: *reading documents* WHAT THE FUCK, HOJO?!

Cloud: ikr even after Asil ate him we're still finding his experiments. They're hella cute experiments, but still.

Genesis: *at the babies* STOP CHEWING ON YOUR BROTHER.

#ff7 #sephiroth #zack fair #cloud strife #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #agszc

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bountydroid · 10 months

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Beauxbaton Beauty

Aesop Sharp x OC

Request: Could you write something for our beloved professor Sharp and OC that is a professor from Beauxbatons (they come as help to look after their students during the Triwizard Tournament)?

Notes: I have so many questions about the Triwizard tournament. Where does everyone sleep? Do they always travel between schools all the time? Surely not? So I made some executive decisions I hope that is okay. I love this idea, and want to turn it into a series so I left it open-ended I hope you don't mind. I do mutual pining much better anyway.

It was that time again. It was time for the infamous Triwizard Tournament. You did all you could to prepare your Beauxbatons for the journey to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the dangerous trials they could endure if they are chosen. You were nervous. It was a big change for the girls to spend so long at a different school.

"Don't worry Ms. Y/n!" a student said, sensing your hesitation. "It'll be fun!"

You said nothing, but you smiled reassuringly back at the girl. You were grateful for such wonderful students.

You spent most of the day packing for the journey. You were grateful for your bottomless magic bags. After you finished packing, you went outside to meet the girls at the carriage.

"Make sure you have everything you need girls, we will be gone for a while." You announced while fussing with one of the girl's messy hair.

The carriage ride to Hogwarts was peaceful. Flying over Europe was quiet, and you found yourself dozing off quickly.

"Look sharp girls!" You said sternly as you evened out any wrinkles in your dress. "You remember the routine?"

"Yes, Ms. Y/n." Your students responded.

You had piled out of the carriage and made your way to the great hall, following close behind the headmaster. He was talking, but quite honestly, you were not paying attention. This was your first time at Hogwarts, and you couldn't help your wandering eyes as you walked through the awe-inspiring halls.

You heard him scoff which caused you to cringe. He must have realized you were not listening. "I am so sorry, Headmaster Black. Your school is just so beautiful." You apologized.

"Yes, quite." He responded dully, obviously agitated. "Wait out here."

"Yes, sir." You said, clasping your hands together as you turned to fuss over your students while you waited to be called into the hall.

Your girls did their number perfectly, and you couldn't help but puff out your chest in pride as you followed close behind them. The Triwizard Cup shined brightly at the front of the great hall, glowing with promises of fame. You didn't blame your students for staring.

You noticed some extra seats at the professor's table behind Headmaster Black's podium and made your way to a seat between a man with long hair and a red-headed woman. You smiled politely at both when you sat, quietly listening to the headmaster announce the Durmstrang Institute.

Once all the students were settled, the professors from all 3 schools met together in the great hall once again to introduce themselves to each other and discuss the upcoming tournament.

"What about you, Ms. Y/n? Who do you think will enter the tournament from Beauxbatons?" Professor Hecate asked, all eyes turning to her.

"Hmmm. Probably Genevieve and Odette. Maybe Helene?" You pondered. "Helene can sometimes surprise me. Keep an eye on that one." you laughed.

As the professors discussed some of their more... adventurous students, your eyes began to wander. "What a wonderful group." You thought to yourself. You sound your eyes stopping on the man you sat next to earlier. You hadn't noticed the cane earlier that day. You had to shove down your curiosity and bite your tongue. The last thing you wanted was to make a bad impression by asking something personal.

Unfortunately, while you thought to yourself, he noticed your stare. "Hello." He said gruffly.

"Yes! Hello! I am sorry I kind of got lost in thought. It has been a tiring day." You responded, blushing from embarrassment.

"That is alright." He responded. "Would you like me to accompany you to your quarters? It is easy to get lost here if you don't know the way."

You graciously accepted his kind offer and followed him silently through the castle halls. "So," You started to break the silence. "You teach potions, correct?"

"Yes, I do." He responded quickly.

"It's a noble area of study. So many potions that can be helpful to others. Don't you think?" You said, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Yes. Potions were quite helpful during my time as an auror." He answered as he stopped in front of her door. "Here you are."

"Thank you, Professor Sharp." You thanked him, trying to hide your disappointment that the conversation was over. "Maybe I could stop by your classroom sometime? I would love to explore the school more, and you are such a wonderful guide."

He paused for a moment, taken aback by your statement. "I, uh. Okay. Yes, you are free to stop by whenever you please."

You curtsied quickly before entering your room, sneaking a last peek at the professor before closing the door.

You and your girls have been at the castle for a couple days now, and everyone has fallen into a nice routine. Everyone was feeling more comfortable in the unfamiliar castle. The Durmstrang boys even created a nickname for your group, the Beauxbaton Beauties. Every day after classes, you found yourself wandering to the potions classroom. You enjoyed Sharp's company immensely, even if he was rough around the edges. He was a wonderful storyteller and educated her on the school and the area.

"The first time we talked, you said you were an auror?" You asked. "What was that like?"

He was silent for a while, staring off into space.

"I am so sorry. I didn't mean to overstep." You stumbled over your words, embarrassed at your own boldness.

"It's alright." He responded softly. "It isn't something I like to talk about."

"Then let us talk about something else! What is your favorite potion?" You ask quickly, trying to save the conversation.

He chuckled deeply before responding. You found yourself falling into a comfortable conversation again, the embarrassment long forgotten.

You found yourself thinking about him that night while you couldn't sleep. It was because of his mysterious past as an auror, right? Surely that is why you can't get him off your mind. "Just curiosity, nothing more." you blushed as you tried to convince yourself before finally drifting off to sleep.

While you were sleeping. Aesop found himself up late, working on his next lesson. It took longer than usual, and the candle's light was waning. He found himself yawning, and his eyes starting a close. Giving up, he pushed himself up from his desk, and while grasping his cane, he paused, thinking of your question from earlier. He found it difficult to open up to others, especially about his injury. But you seemed so genuine, so sweet, and it made it difficult for him to continue his guarded demeanor. He found himself looking forward to your visits, almost craving your company and it scared him. He drifted off to sleep that night with you on his mind.

#professor aesop sharp #professor sharp #aesop sharp #aesop sharp x reader #hogwarts legacy #professor sharp x reader

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countrymusiclover · 11 months

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40 - The Fate of Three Children

Part 41

Gemini Runaway

Tag list ask to be added @dragonixfrye @secretdreamlandmentality

Author - I feel slightly sorry for basically skipping over season 1 here. But basically everyone still happens like it did in the show. I just couldn't wait to start writing season 2.

"Nik, seriously. You didn't have to buy the entire strawberry stand product." I giggled sitting in a chair in front of the full table of fruit and whatever else he could fit on it.

He walked to me with hands crossed behind his back smiling at me. "I don't mind filling your need for whatever cravings our princes or princess want. Money isn't an issue as you know."

"I appreciate the offer then. Jacob and Hayley should be searching the bayou for her family. But one of these days we might go see my father. You know pay respect to our mother.' I told him shoving some fruit in my mouth while I talked.

"He could always come live here with us. Once I take back Marcel's house and kingdom from him. We can live like royalty." Nik sat down on the edge of the table tasting some strawberries for himself.

Raising a brow at him I smirked. "I believe we already do."

"You deserve it, Rae." He leans down kissing my forehead gently.

Tossing a strawberry into his mouth I responded back. "As for my father living with us. I think he's quite alright with where he is. He's out in the countryside."

“Ah I see. Well it's always on the table if he wants to.” He shrugs his shoulders jumping from the table picking me up where he sat down in my chair. He placed me onto his lap wrapping his arms around the middle of my waist. “I want you to know that when the day comes and you give birth. I will make sure that I am by your side.”

Looping my fingers with his I leaned my head back against his chest where he placed his chin on top of my head. “I know you will always be there for me. Together forever, Nik.”

“Together forever, Rae.” He muttered into my hair, kissing it gently.

Thrashing against the vervain ropes I wanted to escape and tear the witches apart but nothing was going to work. Through my whole back and stomach I was feeling contractions left and right. I knew I was close to my due date yet this was about a week sooner than we had planned for. “Who are you…and if you’re so concerned with more power why didn’t you nab Daivina too.”

“My name is Geinueve. We couldn’t grasp onto her life force but we sensed a strong one inside you.” The orange haired witch explained grabbing a knife before shoving my legs apart. “We’re almost ready to begin.”

By now the three had magically transported us into an abandoned crypt where I gripped the side of the table feeling more pain when she got down telling me to start pushing. “Klaus will kill all of you for kidnapping me!”

“No you won’t. No matter how powerful you think you two are. You two will not be able to stop us once we have our ancestors' power.” The other witch standing beside me declares not fazed by what they were doing to me.

Clutching my eyes shut I began pushing as much as I could hearing a baby cry out. One of the other witches picked up the baby before I felt more pain coming through me. “Don’t you dare touch my babies….ah!”

Suddenly the door behind my feet gets thrown open and I gasped in relief seeing Nik rushing inside. “Nik!” Klaus lunges toward a witch guard and rips his head off. Abigail and Genevieve link hands and telekinetically pin Klaus to the wall beside me.

Geinueve pulled out the second baby where it began crying immediately. Shortly after that I bared my teeth giving the last bite of strength I had to push out the last baby. Klaus fights against the spell pinning him to the wall, but he cannot get free. He shouted at the three seeing the small infants laying on the table beside me wrapped in blankets. “I will bring hell to your family! I will bathe in rivers of your blood! You will die screaming!”

One of the witches helps cut the umbilical cord, and Genevieve wraps the last baby in a blanket. “You have a beautiful baby daughter. And a set of twin girls. We must start the sacrifice as soon as the moon sets with the morning sky -“

“Did you say twins?” I cut her off feeling my throat so raw from screaming, tears were flowing down my face never moving off my children.

She nodded, holding our first born child in her arms. “Yes and I am truly sorry for this. I’ll make it quick for them.” One of the other witches behind me grabbed my neck, twisting it where I collapsed backwards. It was a few minutes after that where I woke up frantically looking around seeing that it was just Klaus and I were the only ones here.

“Raelyn!” Someone hollers my name bursting the doors open where I saw Jacob rushing inside with Hayley and Elijah in toe with him.

Sitting upright as best as I could Nik vamped to my side, placing a hand on my lower back. I could feel pain between my legs but I wasn’t bleeding out anymore thanks to being a vampire. “Jacob. They took them - they took my babies!”

Hayley pushed her hair out of her face. “I should be able to track them if I get your scent.”

“We will get them back.” Elijah said before I jumped off the bed stumbling toward the doorway vamping outside seeing that we were still inside the witch cemetery. We began searching for a while until I could hear chanting.

“Nouvel vie, nouvel ame, me longe avec nous.” Jacob, Hayley, Elijah, Klaus and I turned a corner and saw Genevieve holding a Knife above the babies heads.

Vamping forward I smacked into an invisible barrier. “Leave my children alone!”

Elijah picks up an urn and lobs it at the witches, which slams against Genevieve's hand and knocks the athame onto the ground. The five of us run toward them, so the other two hold each other's hands and channel the ancestors' power. “La mère, le père, le frère, la sœur... La mère, le père, le frère, la sœur…”

The girl with black hair declared. “You fools! To come against us in our place of power, in our strongest hour. You don't face three, you face us all.”

Hayley ran forward but the witches knocked her back. Jacob took her hand in hers trying to break their spell but he wasn't strong enough. Elijah kept trying to run forward while Nik and I vamped off in different directions. Halting in my tracks I got blocked my two girls in dresses. "You won't murder my kids!...Invidia tenebris lapsus!" The two fell down in front of me but the second I moved forward by another pair flinging me onto my back.

Nik ran into the same problem where two guy witches threw him into a brick building. He got to his feet seeing there was a metal fence where he broke off a piece of that. He charged past Elijah launching it towards the witches killing one of them causing the group of dead witches to disappear from our view. Scrambling to my feet I clutched my hands into fists at my sides launching my powers towards the others blocking our path. “Phasmatos tribum, exum sue, redem su pas quo. Phasmatos tribum, exum sue, redem su pas quo. Phasmatos tribum, exum sue, redem su pas quo!”

The dead witches fade out even more yet I saw Geiuneve running over to my brother. She throws him onto the ground causing pain in his body until I vamped behind her holding her by her neck. She did a spell dropping me to my knees until Hayley came behind her knocking her onto the ground. The remaining witch that was standing over our babies was almost done with the spell until a throwing star ended up inside her stomach. Everyone turned their heads seeing Marcel standing behind us. He vamped forward snatching the three girls. “Oh no he doesn’t.” Vamping after him I knew Nik followed me.

We needed up at his place where Nik vamped in his face when he sat down the infants. “Give me one good reason not to kill you for taking my children!”

“Because…I…helped…saved…their…lives.” Marcel choked until he dropped him.

Rushing forward I picked up our second born child holding her in my arms so afraid she would break if I dropped her. Nik picked up the other two. Glancing back to the vampire I glared at him sternly. “You’re the reason that this happened in the first place. You frustrated the witches where they wouldn’t wait. And they are so desperate to sacrifice innocent babies!”

“Hey, I have a rule that no one hurts kids!” He shouted at me.

Nik shifted his gaze downward to the two other babies then he focused on me. We had gotten to the point where neither of us needed to say a word. We just knew what the other was thinking by now. “I’ll compel him to not remember anything of this, Raelyn. We will protect our children from harm from this day until eternity.”

“Good. Geiuneve can’t remember either. I’ll meet you back at the mansion.” I declared managing to hold the three babies in my arms entering the compound and laying down two of them in the crib. Holding the first baby in my arms with my hair falling in front of my eyes it was shortly after that I heard Nik and Elijah come back inside.

The pair were sitting in the living room while I stood over our sleeping kids. “We should have felt our mother's hand in this. 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.”

Elijah said back. “No.”

“They will never be safe. 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. I have brought into the world a weapon they can use against me.” Nik made a good point.

Elijah responded to him. "Then we will arm ourselves! 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."

Nik lowers his voice. "I will not have them live their life as prisoners."

Elijah points a finger at him. "Then we leave here, together. All of us."

"Wherever we go, however far we run, those who seek power and revenge will hunt us! They will hunt her. She has inherited all of our enemies with none of our defenses." Nik shifted his gaze to me when I was standing in the doorway holding one of our children.

Elijah muttered under his breath. "So, whether we stay, or we leave - we condemn her."

"We have a third option. We can send them away for safety. Until we sort this out. My mother separated Jacob and I from the Coven for the same reason." I explained sniffing through tears not wanting to separate them from one another.

Footsteps came inside the house where the three of us noticed that it was Jacob and Hayley. "We could always take the twins to dad. He’s already learned how to handle two troublemakers at once.”

“That could work. And I know just the person to take the first, Rebekah.” Nik rose to his feet, coming to place a hand on my shoulder where I leaned into his touch.

Elijah and Hayley each make a face when he replies back, not sure about the plan. “Are we really going to separate them?”

“I hate the thought just as much as you do, Elijah. But for their safety we have to. If we aren’t worrying about Esther hunting them all. Then we also have to worry about my uncle Joshua or someone else from my coven sensing the twins' magic.” I huffed staring back at the sleeping twins behind us before the others left us alone with our children.

He slowly followed me inside the kid’s room we had started fixing together. I lay down the baby in my arms when he wrapped his arms around my waist. I felt him place his chin on my shoulder. “So have you decided on any names yet, my siphon queen?”

“I have actually…this one shall be Alina Josette Mikaelson.” Pointing towards our second born daughter who was the older twin by a second.

He clicked his tongue nuzzling his nose into my hair kissing my cheek. “And the other twin.”

“Melissa Luna Mikaelson or Missy for short.” Turning around in his arms I draped mine over his shoulder laying my head against his chest since we hadn’t really gotten any time alone to ourselves like this lately.

He rested his forehead against mine when I lifted my head up meeting his gaze. “We will get them back to this place, I swear to you.”

“I know, I know. I just don’t want to let them go. I mean they’re my babies after all.” I sniffed through tears where he wiped away tears with his thumbs with me watching him crying lightly too.

He pressed his forehead back against mine with our breathing mixing together. “Believe me. I am going to hate this too. But we have to do this to ensure that they have a better life than we did before we met each other.” It was nightfall when a car pulls up and Rebekah gets out since we are the sign that says now leaving New Orleans with us waiting for her. When she sees her brother and her newborn niece, she smiles. “Hello, sister.”

“Thanks for coming, Bes.” I hugged her gently before we broke the hug quickly.

Rebekah gently touches the baby, and stares in wonder. “Oh, she looks like her mother. Maybe there is a God after all.”

Klaus laughed at her. “Well, she has a hint of the devil in her eyes. That's all me. I need a witch you can trust to cast a cloaking spell.”

Rebekah nods. “I'll get one.”

I warned her. “No one can ever find her.”

Rebekah understood and didn’t need to be told a second time. “I know what to do, Nik. Perhaps we'll get a white fence. I think that would be lovely.”

Nik and I both shifted our eyes downward to our first born daughter where I placed my fingers onto the side of her cheek while holding her in his arms. “This city would have seen you drad. But, I will have it your home. And every soul who wishes you harm will be struck down, just as sure as my blood runs in your veins. You will return to me.”

“In spite of our differences, Rebekah, there is no one I would trust more with my daughter's life. “ Klaus hugs Rebekah and kisses her on the cheek. “Be happy, sister. “

Rebekah smiled upwards to us. “She will be happy, Nik. I promise. What's her name?”

Klaus declares handing her over to her aunt. “Hope. Her name is Hope Andrea Mikaelson.”

Intertwining my hand with his he squeezed my hands gently glancing down at me with some tears in his blue eyes like me. “I can come with you if you want. But I understand if you want this to just be something for you and Jacob.”

“It should just be us, Nik. You don’t have to worry I’ll be home before you know it.” I told him leaning up on my toes kissing his cheek before we headed back to the car to meet Jacob back at the mansion with the twins.

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nqds · 4 months

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Seven

Aurelia

The water greeted me, biting my skin as I plunge into the ocean. My clothing dragging me down. I force my eyes open ignoring the sting that comes with. I kick off my shoes and start to swim towards what looks like an opening in that wall of grey rock. The current slamming into my ribs as I fight it. My body screaming at me for air. I push myself forward, clawing at the rocks as they tear my skin open, my red blood stark against the blue. I surge forward into the opening, ignoring my body’s pleas to stop, to get air, to give up. My vision blurs and I start to see spots. I give in to the battle opening my mouth, letting the water rush into my lungs, it burns, like fire, erupting from inside me. Still, I drag myself forward, fighting to stay conscious. The rocks ripping at my skin as I move past them.

Its fire.

Not again.

I break the surface, gasping for air, taking huge burning breaths. Several sets of hands reach down and pull me out of the water. I collapse, looking upwards at the looming figures above me, my mouth waters and a wave of nausea rolls through me as I turn to heave up the water in my lungs. Someone is patting my back, another holding back my hair. There are voices in the background, but I can’t hear them as another wave of nausea hits me. I collapse again only narrowly avoiding the vomit next to me. Blackness tugs me down, as I’m raised up off the ground, I turn to the darkness, it’s peace, it’s calm, it greets me as I join it. Somewhere in the back of my mind I think I hear a voice telling me to hold on, to stay with me. Somewhere.

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"Aurelia, please wake up.” A voice “Don’t leave us.” Another voice, someone picks up my hand. “God damnit Aurelia!” An angry voice, “Please wake up.” Softer now.

The darkness calls me, I greet it again.

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Voices, again. “Aurelia, please. I can’t lose you too.”

“Wake up Silent Queen we have work to do.”

“The King did this?” “It’s the same thing!” “Aurelia please wake up, please.”

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The sun beam slipped through the shutters. It landed on Iris’s face. Her red hair glistened in the sun casting a rosy look on her face. Curled up next to her is Amithi her dark skin an opposite of Iris. Linette and Genevieve are curled up on a small day bed in the corner, Beatrice, Harper, and Naomi are sprawled out at the foot of the bed. They’re all here. They all made it out. “Psst!” I turn to see her whispering to me. She was awake when I woke up and had tears of joy in her eyes. She walks over to the bed and sits down with me. The second she sits her arms are flung around me. “I thought – we thought we lost you.” She murmurs burying her face in my shoulder. “Hey,” I say moving so she has to face me, “I’m here now.” “I know, it’s just, it was a rough week.” “Week?” “You’ve been out for at least a week, we had to spoon feed you to get you to eat.” As if in reply my stomach made a noise. Blaire giggles and rises. “well I guess that answers that question.” “What question?” “Whether we should get you food.” She says poking my stomach. “Hey just because I nearly died does not mean you can start poking me!” I say slapping her hand away. The smile that had grown on her face froze. “Too soon for jokes?” I ask “Never!” She laughs and turns to leave; I grab her hand before she can leave. “Can I come?” “No.” She says stern “You have been literally half dead for a week there is no chance I’m letting you go out!” “Fine,” I mock pout, “Can I at least go outside? Even if it’s just to the roof? I need some fresh air.” Blaire looks at me for a long period of time. Eventually she folds. “Fine, but only to the roof. Besides how could I say no to that face?” She laughs and taps my nose. I rise slowly, Blaire holding onto my arm if I need her. But I can’t, I need to get my strength back.

I welcome the fresh air on my face and breath it in, the crisp feeling settles in my lungs. Blaire helps me sit down near the edge of the building, so I had a view of the city and the ocean. Against her better judgment and mine for that fact I swung my legs over the edge and sat there taking in the scene. The Chimneys preparing for the day of work or warming the houses, the merchants starting to set up the stalls, the servants walking the streets collecting their masters’ errands. The young children heading off to school, the seamstresses dashing around collecting the last-minute requirements for a gown, the men heading home from a long night spent at a gambling den. Everyone at some point will be preparing for the autumn solstice. The autumn solstice is really just a lead up till the winter solstice, Star Creation. Edgefall the city of Stars.

My city. My people. My Kingdom.

King Tiberias knows, he knew all along, it was his plan, the only fault was not expecting the princesses to escape, we were all supposed to die that day. Every single one of us. My cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, everyone, they had all come for my little sister, Milla’s first birthday. The day of the fire.

I landed. The flames licking my skin, but not hurting, Iris is screaming looking down at me, I rise slowly off the floor, and she rushes down the stairs to the edge of the fire. I rush to her grabbing her hand when she pulls me to a stop. “The necklace Aurelia! Look!” I look down and notice the red necklace glowing. “Mother’s Magic!” She cries as I take it off and shove it around her own neck. We reach the Great Hall but a figure looms in the door, a man, King Tiberias? What’s he doing here? He has a knife in his hand. I yank on Iris and hide the best we could behind a cabinet that hadn’t yet caught fire. He said something that was too quiet for me to hear but turned and yelled into the castle, to whoever was listening. “Find the Princesses!” Iris tried to yell out but was cut off by his next words. “And kill them! Leave no survivors!” He stalked up the stairs and we run into the Great Hall. Iris lets out a strangled noise and I turn around to see if she’s chocking on the smoke, but her eyes are straight ahead on a person on the floor. “Mama!” I cry running forward. I grab her hand, there’s blood everywhere, its flowing all over my night dress my hands. “Mama? Are you going to be okay?” Iris’s voice trembles as she takes her other hand. “My girls,” She chokes out “Be strong, you are powerful girls, show the world how powerful you can be. Do it for me okay?” Iris takes off the necklace and places it around Mother’s neck. “Your necklace.” She cries, “To keep you safe.” Mother starts to object but Iris cuts her off. “No Mama, you keep it, it’s yours.” We hear yelling behind us. “Girls listen to me, you’ve got to leave, get out of here, now!” “But Mama—” “No. Go. Now.” She cries. We both stand up, Iris starts to run again, but Mother pulls my hand.

“Aurelia,” She whispers “This is your kingdom now, you protect it at all costs, okay? Don’t be a princess, or a quiet princess. Be a queen. And if you’re going to be quiet? Don’t be silent, there is nothing worse than a silent queen. Show them what you do when you’re provoked. Show them what a queen does when provoked.” I nod once and she pushes me on towards Iris. “Go!” Her voice carries with me as I rush to join Iris at the edge of the room.

“I love my girls!” She smiles sweetly, but clearly in a lot of pain. “I love you always and forever, I’m with you no matter what. The fire, I’m with you!” Iris pushes the door open and grips my arm as she pulls me out. “Mama!” I cry, she looks toward me “I’ll be a queen. I’ll be your queen!” with that the door swings shut and we’re outside looking into a castle glowing with fire.

I’ll be a queen mama.

A Queen.

“Okay so there wasn’t really a selection for what to eat,” Blaire’s voice cuts through my thoughts, “but it’s the best I could get.” She sat down next to me and handed me an apple a piece of bread and bun filled with cream. “Thanks,” I say. “No worries, if you don’t want to eat anything, I know a very willing person to help you out.” She licked her lips. Then saw the look on my face. “What’s wrong?” I shake my head “Nothing,” she eyes me, “Aurelia.” “It’s nothing really.” “Aurelia, if you’re thinking of that man beast, and pathetic excuse of a man, called Tiberias Hansley, I suggest you stop.” I smile, she knows me well. “See that wasn’t so hard to smile again now, was it?” “No,” “Exactly. Now are you going to eat that cream bun, or can I?” I hand her the bun “It’s all yours” “Yes!” She does a small victory dance while stuffing the entire thing in her mouth. I laugh she’s got cream everywhere. “How did you manage to get cream on your forehead?” “I am a man of mysterious ways.” She breaks into a grin and was about to say something else when a loud gasp comes from behind us. We turn to see Linette and Genevieve standing at the door. I stand quickly moving away from the edge of the building. I’m still a little bit unsteady on my legs so Blaire helps me collect my balance. I reach Linette first who brings me into a bone crushing hug, Genevieve right behind her. “Why are you out of bed?” Linette asks when Genevieve finally relents her death grip on me. “It was too stuffy, besides I wanted to be outside.” Linette eyes Blaire, “Did you let her come outside?” “Did I let her come outside? No. If I had it my way, she would still be in bed resting but she would’ve dragged herself out here if I didn’t, so here we are.” Blaire nodded as if in agreement with her own statement. Linette face softened, and she sighed, “I suppose she would’ve dragged herself out here, wouldn’t she.” “Yes, she can be a very needy person, can’t she?” Blaire grinned. “Oh so needy, just the other day she nearly died. We were like little servers all week.” “See?” Blaire turned to me, “Never too soon to start making jokes, or trash talk. My life motto.” She seemed to rethink that “And cream buns.” “Just cream buns?” “Just cream buns.”

Genevieve reappeared – making me wonder when she had slipped out – with a chair. “You should sit.” She motioned to the chair, and we all took a set despite her only bringing one out.

“You can finish your cream bun conversation now.” Blaire winked towards Genevieve. “My influence has spread,” She grinned.

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:) there's that one. (honestly i can't thank you enough for reading this)

this chapter is so sweet i love it sm, talking abt it, hey ems where can i buy the book?? 😃

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Red Hot Winter- Chapter 12

trigger warning: sex scenes, death scene, blood sharing- minors dni

Chapter 12- "Up for The Fight"

"Where is it?" Elijah and Elena heard Klaus from their room.

"Well, where did you see it last?" Asked Caroline, helping him look for whatever he was trying to find.

Elijah and Elena were lying on their bed, having woken up a few hours earlier but losing themselves to their passion. He was holding her against his body, while she was drawing patterns on his chest with her fingers.

"What is he looking for?" She asked.

"Mother's grimoire." He replied. "I hid it after the little stunt Genevieve pulled."

"Very well brother!" Exclaimed Klaus, barging into their room, being followed by Caroline.

"Klaus, door, knock!" Said Elena, pulling the sheet to cover herself. Elijah moved to be in front of her to shield her from his brother's eyes.

"Oh Elena, me and Elijah both took Katerina and Tatia before her to bed, there's nothing we haven't seen before doppelganger." Said Klaus.

"Klaus! Apologize, now!" Demanded Caroline, crossing her arms, her eyes piercing the hybrid.

"I'm..I'm sorry Elena, I'm a bit nervous right now." He said, ashamed of himself, looking down. Only Caroline could make him apologize in a matter of seconds.

"Niklaus if you hadn't apologized to Elena, I would’ve ripped your heart off your chest." Said Elijah. "Why do you need Mother's grimoire for?"

"I made a pact with the crescent wolves, they'd get a moonlight ring if they pledge their allegiance to me."

"You haven't told Hayley about this, have you?"

"No, but at this time the little wolf probably knows and won't get between her pack and their chance of controlling their transformation."

"Niklaus I don't think you know what you're doing."

"Tell me where the grimoire is, Elijah," Klaus said, in a threatening tone. Their discussion was halted by Klaus's phone ringing. It was Camille. He picked it up.

"Camille, I'm sorry, but I can't come to the phone right now." He said.

"Klaus please, I need your help! The hex is taking over my uncle, please!"

Klaus looked at Caroline and sighed.

"I'll be there shortly and I'll bring some help."

He hung up the phone.

"The grimoire better find its way to my office when I return, Elijah!" He said. "Love, come with me, I need your help." And with that, he grabbed Caroline's hand and both of them went to the church.

As soon as his brother left, Elijah turned to Elena.

"I'm sorry about that, my love"

"It's not your fault." She said, smiling at him.

"We need to go check on Hayley, to tell her about Klaus's plan."

"How about a shower first?" She suggested, sitting on top of his lap.

"Elena, the last thing we'll do in the shower is shower." He said, bringing her face next to his.

"But that's the whole point." She said, biting his underlip teasingly.

Elijah groaned and stood up with her, making Elena wrap her legs around him. He leads both of them to the shower, turning on the hot water.

With the water cascading across their naked bodies, Elijah wasted no time to press her against the shower wall as he entered her. He moved his hips slowly, savoring every moment of pleasure they felt together. He then moved his hips faster and harder, making Elena moan in pleasure.

Elijah carefully manipulated his hard shaft within her, making sure that she was aptly pleasured. Before long, Elijah had Elena clawing onto him with each thrust and screaming his name out until she released in intense pleasure. Not satisfied with the outcome, Elijah kept stimulating, making her explode in a pleasure-filled experience, pushing her to another intense peak before he cummed deep within her, satisfied.

He was very focused on taking care of her and she loved every moment of it with him, knowing how much he cared about her pleasure and making sure she was with him all the way.

In the end, they did take a shower. Elena felt relief that she didn't have to curl her hair or wear high heels anymore.

While Elijah and Elena were going to the bayou, Klaus and Caroline were trying to understand what Camille wanted to do to help her uncle.

"So you want us to hold down your uncle while this doctor who was compelled by Josh, electrocutes his brain to make the hex go away?" Caroline asked.

"Yes, it worked on other mental patients before," Camille said.

"Camille, those patients were not hexed." Said Caroline. "We want to help you but there's gotta be another way."

"There isn't one!" Said Camille, throwing her hands in the air. "I've talked to Davina, and your friend Bonnie agreed with her, there is no way to undo the hex, maybe this could help."

"Caroline, love, let's hold him down."Said Klaus, looking at Caroline. The vampire nodded. Both of them went to either side of Father Kieran while the doctor prepared him. Josh went to Cami's side, to avoid her from losing control.

Klaus nodded to the doctor and the procedure began.

Back at the bayou, Elena and Elijah were walking towards the little house by the river, when a very pregnant Hayley walked out of the house.

"Elijah, Elena, what a nice surprise!" She says, welcoming both of them. "Elena you look great without all that bitchy costume."

"Oh, why thank you! You look amazing too!"

"Your niece has been kicking all morning."

"She probably gets it from her uncle." Said Elena. "During the night, Elijah kicks all the pillows and the sheets, I have to be careful when I wake up."

"Oh really?" Said Hayley laughing.

"Oh, I don't do this!" Said Elijah, defending himself, pulling Elena closer to him.

"Oh yes, you do honey," Elena said, looking at him lovingly.

Their tender moment was broken by the sound of a motorbike.

The vampires turned around. It was a man driving it.

"I want to talk to the leader."He said.

Elena and Elijah heard something else. Before Hayley could step in to talk to him, Elijah jumped on top of the man, while Elena shielded Hayley. It was an explosion. It was an attack on the wolf pack.

At the same time, in the church, they weren't having much luck with Father Kieran. He had had brief seconds of recognition but bit the doctor next when the physician tried to put the mouthpiece back. Now Caroline was patching him up while Camille had another idea.

"Turn him, Klaus! He can't be hexed and a vampire at the same time!"

"Cami, I've walked this earth long enough to know…"He tried to say but was interrupted by the bartender.

"Please Klaus, he is the only family I've got left," Camille said, with tears on her face.

Looking at Caroline, who truly felt for her but knew this wouldn't work, Klaus nodded.

"Father I'm sorry." He said, before biting into his wrist and force-feeding the priest, only to break his neck later. The heart monitor attached to the man flatted.

"You're all insane! I'll be reporting this to the police." The young doctor said, gathering his equipment to leave.

He was stopped by Caroline.

"I'm sorry, we're gonna need you here." She said. "You're gonna stay here and offer your arm to the good priest when he wakes up," She said compelling him.

Cami walked out to wait at the church.

Back in the Bayou, Hayley went to see Marcel, who she thought was behind the attack on her people, but he completely denied it. He told her he saved her when her family was killed and instead of keeping the daughter of the alpha of the pack, he gave her to Father Kieran, who put her in the system. Simultaneously, Elijah and Elena are helping the wounded, when the brunette vampire overhears Oliver apologizing inside the house Hayley was.

Walking inside, she finds him crying over the dead body of Eve, though he was holding a pillow that smelled like death.

Elena walked outside, brought out her phone, and texted something quickly.

"Elijah." She said, running to him, sensing Oliver behind her, knowing he wouldn't do anything if the original was beside her.

"What's going on?"The vampire asked, grabbing her by the waist, sensing her fear.

She showed him her cell phone.

I think Oliver had something to do with the explosion. I heard him apologizing to Eve and when I walked inside, he was holding a pillow that smelled like death.

"Tell Caroline that we are okay." He said, pretending to read a text from Caroline.

Oliver immediately retreated, going to help other people.

"We'll keep this to ourselves, Hayley's got a lot on her mind now," Elijah said. "Stay close to me, I don't want him around you."

In the church, Father Kieran seemed to have regained conscience. He had fed and had recognized Cami. It had seemed the bartender was right after all. Klaus held Caroline's hand and they were about to walk out, with the hybrid promising to take her on another date, when they heard Cami scream for help.

Both of them were back in a heartbeat. Caroline grabbed Cami, while Klaus took Kieran off her.

"I'm sorry Cami." Said Klaus, ripping Kieran's heart out. Cami closed her eyes, crying out. Klaus wiped his hand off on his clothes and went to his friend. "We both know this was just buying time for the inevitable. I'm really sorry, my friend."

Cami just nodded. Klaus hugged her. They both took Cami to her apartment. While Caroline was helping her out, Klaus called Marcel.

"I'm giving you a 48-hour pass. Kieran is dead, I couldn't save him from the hex the witches put on him. Cami is all alone. You are allowed to come and mourn your friend and stay with her." The hybrid said.

It didn't take Marcel 20 minutes to arrive at Cami's place. After making sure she was okay with Marcel, both Klaus and Caroline left.

Elijah and Elena had returned to the compound a few minutes after Klaus and Caroline.

"Wow, you both look like hell." Said Caroline, when they arrived at the living room. She offered her friend a drink but Elena refused.

"Oh thanks, we had a bomb explode on us." Said Elena, sitting next to her.

"Don't tell me about it, we had to fight off a vampire that had a hex put on him."

"Well it seems like the four of us had a very unproductive day," Said Elijah, sitting next to Elena, putting his hand on her thighs.

"I have allowed Marcel to come back to the city to mourn Father Kieran. But now, it's chaos out there brother." Said Klaus, giving his brother a cup of drink.

"Which reminds me," Elijah said, giving his drink for Elena to hold and going upstairs to his room and coming back down with something. "You were looking for this." He said, giving Klaus their mother's grimoire. "It is chaos brother, but I chose to be on the winning side."

And with that, they clinked their cups and drank to it.

It was indeed chaos but if there is one thing that the Mikaelsons are good at is fighting for each other over their shared bond. Caroline and Elena were now part of their family, and this war was now theirs too.

Later that night, Klaus finally took Caroline on a date. She had told him that morning that she wanted to go out, and he promised her he'd take her but a lot of things ended up happening.

It was a drive-in movie, but they were parked in a very seclutive place. According to Caroline, when Klaus wanted he could be very sweet and this was him being sweet. He laid out a tablecloth on the ground and brought out a basket with food and wine for them.

"Klaus… this is so beautiful." She said smiling at him. He hugged her and she put her hands on his neck.

"Only the best for you love." He said, lightly kissing her. "C'mon now, the movie is about to start."

It was one of her favorite movies. They were eating and drinking the wine, with Klaus sitting behind her, sometimes feeding her, to which she teasingly bit his finger.

"Don't tease love." He said huskly in her ear.

"But what's the fun in that?" She said, innocently.

He gave her a strawberry and after she had eaten the whole thing, she bit his finger with her fangs until it broke the skin, drinking the blood drops.

That was a new development for them. While they would sometimes share blood, Klaus would only do it after asking her, except for the first time he bit her since they got together. Caroline, on the other hand, would never drink from him, though Klaus had given her permission to drink from him whenever she wanted.

Testing the waters, Caroline pulled his arm until she could reach his wrist. Leaning back against his shoulder, she let her eyes turn black, her veins pop up and her fangs come down and gently bit on him, drinking his essence.

Klaus groaned in pleasure, his other arm taking action by himself and grabbing her other arm. Looking at her, silently asking her if he could, he felt her body nod against his.

Letting his fangs come down, he brought Caroline's arm to his mouth and bit into her, drinking from her. They both knew that, from that moment onwards, they would do whatever it took to keep each other safe and protect one another from any kind of danger.

The moment was a testament to the intensity of their relationship and the trust they shared, even if it was just for a moment. Nonetheless, it was an extraordinary moment between the two of them and a powerful demonstration of their love for each other.

Caroline suddenly understood why Elena and Elijah were always sharing blood. They were sharing their life force, and if it was up to Klaus they always would.

After emptying each other's veins, Klaus picked Caroline up and took her running to the middle of the woods, the blonde laughing in his grip.

After reaching a safe distance, Klaus put Caroline on her feet, cornering her into a tree.

"I told you to not tease me love." He said, smirking.

"Oh really? What are you gonna do about it?" She asked, cleaning the corners of her mouth that still had his blood.

Klaus just smiled, opening his pair of pants, and lifting Caroline's skirt.

He leaned Caroline up against the old, mossy bark of a large tree. He fed her a feverish kiss, and as she whimpered in delight, he entered her body with a passionate fury. She bestowed all her trust to him as he moved against her, making her cling to him like his very own lifeline to the divine.

His rough hands grabbed onto her hips as he roughly thrust into her. She gasped in pleasure as the sensation of his body against hers heightened her arousal.

He pushed her into a storm of pleasure and emotion,

"Klaus… Klaus please…" She whispered in his ear, begging for release.

With a sly smirk, Klaus said:

"Only after I have mine, love"

Knowing there was no escape, Caroline accepted her fate and allowed him to ravish her with pleasure.

Time seemed to stand still as they both fell into the depths of ecstasy. His powerful thrusts created a deep pleasure that surged throughout her entire body, while her passionate moans echoed off the nearby trees. Eventually, the sensation of intense pleasure became too much and they both reached their climax together. As his essence filled her, Caroline was overwhelmed with pleasure and let out a long moan of release.

Now satisfied, Klaus finally let her find her release, and they both stayed entwined for a few moments, savoring their passion.

"Are you okay love?" He asked, holding her face between his hands.

"Yes, I'm more than okay."She said, kissing him lightly.

The city might be in chaos, but Klaus had his peace right there with him.

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